<?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-9095775204658529153</id><updated>2012-01-21T21:51:34.661+08:00</updated><category term='weaning'/><category term='bali'/><category term='milestone'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='movies'/><category term='thomas'/><category term='bintan'/><category term='random'/><category term='pox'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='brunch'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='activities'/><category term='indulgence'/><category term='preschool'/><category term='xmas'/><category term='travel'/><category term='playdate'/><category term='mothers day'/><category term='baby'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='family'/><category term='reservist'/><category term='jayden'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='new year'/><category term='japan'/><category term='dining'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='barney'/><category term='outing'/><category term='work'/><category term='couple'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The good, the bad &amp; everything else</title><subtitle type='html'>I try to write here once in a while - about my kid and little bits of my lacklustre life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-4476591163796099881</id><published>2012-01-21T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:51:34.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>So we went to the zoo for the N-th time</title><content type='html'>This has got to be one of the most peculiar child-caring arrangment with the Son. To cut the long story short, we were 'conned' to go to the Zoo - ON OUR OWN - Just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing how enthusiastic the son was, I managed to convince every skin cell in my body that the sweltering heat will be worth it. (Mental note: Have to double up the skincare dosage when I go back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fTVaNS0xZ9U/Txq7Ta9CqKI/AAAAAAAAFmw/GhefhdV9Gbw/s800/zoo02.JPG" width="526" height="451" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jayden is determined to cover every nook and corner of the zoo. He made sure we visited all the animals that he could recognize on the map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DhKYwPjbXMI/Txq7VduG4bI/AAAAAAAAFnA/WrSGd-3fack/s800/zoo01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So being a happy kid that day also meant photo perfect for me. *snap snap snap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WGVWCua4DyA/Txq7WdPJFLI/AAAAAAAAFnM/s-lxTgoDKC0/s800/zoo03.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-A8ncP3xykEs/Txq7XLkW5jI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/tj78lK_UkEw/s800/zoo04.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;To be honest, this is Jayden's first official time in the waterplay. For those who have been to the Zoo with him before would know that the most he would do is get his knees wet. Nothing/nobody touches the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm actually glad that, at the age of 4, he had finally overcome his phobia of water splashing over his head and just be a normal kid and have lots of fun! Next, will be to make him sit on the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off the day with me cursing under the sun. But by the end of the day, with the son sleeping peacefully in the car after all the fun, it's evident that spending some family time is immeasurable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a rather random note, here's wishing everyone a Happy Dragon year in 2012 in abundance of health, wealth and happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-toayZTX7_Fo/Txq7UehEOxI/AAAAAAAAFm4/sUuaXncoqJU/s800/zoo05.JPG" width="363" height="530" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-4476591163796099881?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/4476591163796099881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=4476591163796099881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4476591163796099881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4476591163796099881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-we-went-to-zoo-for-n-th-time.html' title='So we went to the zoo for the N-th time'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fTVaNS0xZ9U/Txq7Ta9CqKI/AAAAAAAAFmw/GhefhdV9Gbw/s72-c/zoo02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-1298740843394436246</id><published>2012-01-02T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:04:28.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Bye bye 2011</title><content type='html'>So 2011 came and gone. It whizzed by so fast that I didn't have the time to blog about what had happened for the past 2 months. I am also ashamed to look at the number of posts I had done in 2011 as compared to 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had alot of "First time" experiences as well so let's re-cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Bop4AwFtrn8/TwFjq-TjnZI/AAAAAAAAFmA/MbRlR8H4i60/s800/dec01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thanks to Adrian, we got a night stay at the renowned MBS. Of course, we had to take a dip at the "must-go" Sky pool regardless of how cold the water was at 8am in the morning! Like tourists, we also walked around the mall for the first time. I know, very suaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LDtjPhlygrY/TwFjr-BSbMI/AAAAAAAAFmE/LoDKCQZTmus/s800/dec02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We celebrated Rene's birthday together with a new addition to the group - baby Mabel! Finally Jayden gets a playmate. Welcome to the world baby Mabel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZqRg1HzV1q8/TwFjs6xynnI/AAAAAAAAFmI/llvXqDtEkRw/s800/dec03.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And I finally get to go to Universal Studios for the first time! Another suaku moment. All thanks to our company team building event - imagine tonnes of fun at ZERO cost! Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uI4ElAVQojU/TwFjty7-ZDI/AAAAAAAAFmM/Zu_QtHbY8UQ/s800/dec04.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And for the first time, I muster enough courage to take up the challenge to sit on ALL THE RIDES. Talk about good team spirit. I have no idea where I managed to find the guts to even convince myself to walk up the stairs to The Cylone. But I did and our team won the "Amazing Race"! Prize is free meal ticket to ANY restaurants in Singapore! :D I am thinking Cut, Les Amis, Kunio! Anything to bring a smile to my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-n6uNeSH3gJs/TwFju9PEAZI/AAAAAAAAFmQ/gEWiXLBNouI/s800/dec05.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For the past 3 years, it has almost become a ritual to host the X'mas party at our place. This year, we got to make merry at our friends' new houses instead. And for the first time in 5 years at our place, we actually did not bring the X'mas tree out. Dylan is very pleased with the arrangements as it saved up alot of his house-keeping. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, the Tan's abode. Lots of yum-meh food painstakingly cooked by chef Rachel, pressies and alot of blues in the house! A very heartwarming event indeed. Hopefully, we keep this tradition going on for years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-63NKgWN79hs/TwFjvoumfOI/AAAAAAAAFmU/Km55Dr7P32s/s800/dec06.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And my two boys opening up their pressies on X'mas day itself. I have intentionally hidden my self-bought gift(s). Tsk tsk. Note the plural form. All I can say is, I'm very satisfied with the purchases. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6m0lJsmXqIE/TwFjwqlfuJI/AAAAAAAAFmY/AaxqLFX4xlo/s800/dec07.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2nd round of merry making at Bon and Trav's new place. Another round of feasting and gift exchanges. I am almost certain that dieting should be shelved up in the month of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1_U-jwvFfLU/TwFjxtF-aFI/AAAAAAAAFmc/1a2thgojqug/s800/dec08.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And finally, we wrapped up the year counting down at the 25th floor with an excellent view of the fireworks! How awesome is that! :D Another "First", this is Jayden's first time counting down with us since the boy is old enough to stay up till 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk down memory lane in 2011: - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holiday trips - Went HCM, Europe, Hong Kong and Club Med Bali!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby boom - 5 friends popped - 3 boys and 2 girls!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Career - Got double promotion with an excellent remuneration (stayed on the current job for &amp;gt; 3 years. Broke my record) and Dylan changed to a better job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Health - Finally got the clean bill after a year of doubts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family - Spent a staycation with my family on Jayden's 4th birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indulgence - Spent a 5 figure sum in Europe (something which I would never EVER do), made my 2nd timepiece investment in Aug - a whopping $7.4 grand (after severely influenced by Dylan), bought 2 pairs of extravagant shoes at $400+ each (after laughing at Cel that spending that kind of money on shoes is like stepping on your money. Note to oneself: Never laugh at a friend again). I have come to realize that this kind of indulgence (within my limits) is a necessity in "Living life to the fullest" (even if you don't agree to my methodology)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am exceptionally glad that 2011 had been fulfilling with so many great things going on. What used to be an uncertainty in my career is finally taking flight, everyone's healthy (minus Dylan's slipped disc) and we visted so many new places in a year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope in the year 2012,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding a new home - After 5 years in our nest, it is time to move to greener pastures, hopefully a place near Jayden's prospective primary school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;More holiday trips - Booked BKK in Feb, going on girls trip to Taiwan in Mar, HK Disneyland in July and hopefully States in Dec!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Career - Hope to move on to new roles to move up the ladder. Stay in the same company for the next 2 years. Likewise for Dylan for a smooth sailing career.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Health - Everyone to be in the pink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family - Hopefully Jayden to stay in the new school for the next 2 years. Be patient and kind to family members.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bonding - Despite everyone having their own family now, make a point to stay in contact and never stop our traditional celebrations - birthdays, anniversaries, festivals. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indulgence - I am still trying to keep the wallet tight but having bought 10 pieces of clothes for Chinese New Year is not a good sign.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And certainly, to live life to the fullest!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-1298740843394436246?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/1298740843394436246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=1298740843394436246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1298740843394436246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1298740843394436246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2012/01/bye-bye-2011.html' title='Bye bye 2011'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Bop4AwFtrn8/TwFjq-TjnZI/AAAAAAAAFmA/MbRlR8H4i60/s72-c/dec01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-8248384810509039027</id><published>2011-12-04T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:46:47.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>That once a year family trip</title><content type='html'>I've tried to adhere to my minimum once-a-year trip for the son. And undeniably, Club Med has been our unanimous choice over the years - food and activties all taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we were more excited because Jayden has come to realized the concept of going for a holiday = lots of milkshake, sand, play and basically no school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6FqnHXKtKHM/TtuFgZIixpI/AAAAAAAAA8E/f24PFH7I8OY/s800/phu01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When you fly budget, there is no such thing as in-flight entertainment, so please bring your own. This trip has made me re-think the idea of getting an iPad - it is more lightweight, has all movies integrated in one source (don't need to bring multiple CDs and worry about being caught for buying pirated), can play games, etc. I think I've just made my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mHREGH5YnTg/TtuFgDU2XoI/AAAAAAAAA78/OkvV16l8Bjw/s800/phu02.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vzy3hFhbbi4/TtuFgI6k-TI/AAAAAAAAA8A/JihGy5j53ug/s800/phu03.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The best thing about Club Med is that, food and drinks are perpetually available from as early as 6am to as late as 2am. I confessed my 1kg weight gain reflected during the medical check-up to this sinful trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-csmOVypDtYA/TtuFg216EUI/AAAAAAAAA8M/LnHxDNyTrWg/s800/phu04.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jayden trying to fake a very excited smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the calorie-infused junk food, it is time to tour around the resort. Another bonus point for the trip was that the son had just turned the minimal age to join the mini club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!!! Dylan and I can have some US time to try out other activities in the resort. Another plus point to be in Thailand - massage palours are EVERYWHERE - every nook and corner. I managed to sneak out near the resort and get my daily dose of muscle kneading. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qfputQC0XhY/TtuFh6f-F-I/AAAAAAAAA8c/plaEX5v5Vro/s800/phu05.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fBsuf4wsAq4/TtuFh5oDZJI/AAAAAAAAA8U/vvMZLZlVRGg/s800/phu06.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhh...bliss. Let's enjoy the sunset for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SaXGm4lSs88/TtuFidJRKZI/AAAAAAAAA8k/8p0VX4CdPCg/s800/phu07.JPG" width="535" height="364" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, the following day didn't turn out as what we had planned. Jayden had a fever on the 1st night and so we decided to bring him along while we cabbed down to Patong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to bring a restless 12.5kg child along is certainly no joke. We never knew exerting eye power to keep watch on the boy can turn out to be so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WCU0H_rOn74/TtuFj8a66ZI/AAAAAAAAA80/tk1D-2e2rZE/s800/phu08.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But of course, he knocked out first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qr7QhQ15lRE/TtuFkTXzKdI/AAAAAAAAA9I/VaDqSO-ZBRM/s800/phu09.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So while the boy is soundly asleep, we had to reward ourselves with authentic Thai food! I was slightly disappointed that Club Med served only international buffet as their guests were mainly Caucasians. But how can one come to Thailand and not have a taste of their cuisine?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my Pad Thai, Tom Yum Goong, Green Curry and Mango Sticky Rice!!!!!! Cannot do injustice to my stomach right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yUVNaWlZ_Do/TtuFkWrOwLI/AAAAAAAAA84/cQdOIwQaSA4/s800/phu10.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It is not long before the terror is up to his tricks again. We stumbled upon Hard Rock and Jayden caught me by surprise this time. "Mummy! Look!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there, I took a photo of him posing spontaneously like the mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Y0txCzq5Ffs/TtuFlMxRRgI/AAAAAAAAA88/-Ys02aZYstE/s800/phu11.JPG" width="464" height="658" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not bad huh. Even know how to close his eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BKDj2ZWOxeo/TtuFlg1e76I/AAAAAAAAA9E/bLq3XBnKXeQ/s800/phu12.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OJhmVmCIx-o/TtuFmFVf4oI/AAAAAAAAA9M/22RyqkWZXmo/s800/phu13.JPG" width="535" height="364" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And when we thought his silly tricks were over, Jayden insisted on taking a photo with the DSLR. As you can see from the photo, I am not smiling. *breaks into a cold sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xpt62SQu4KY/TtuFnNAjVSI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/lu453gdhUbg/s800/phu14.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;One of the activities at the Mini Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xoAW6InpcF8/TtuFoQkQnmI/AAAAAAAAA9o/eiftgdEhuNk/s800/phu15.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And the highlight of the trip - SNORKELING! This would not have been possible if Jayden didn't stayed at the Mini Club. We were out at the sea of half a day and I even had time to go for a massage session before picking him up! Ultimate shiokness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5Lebopiapug/TtuFoSQu2ZI/AAAAAAAAA9k/1AGy311fKDE/s800/phu16.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And that pretty much sums up our family trip for the year. I have also exhausted almost all of the Club Med options - Bintan, Bali, Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son, we hoped you have enjoyed yourself with us so far. We have tried to create many happy memories for you and certainly hope you can remember them as your grow up. But even if you forget, fret not, we still have the photos, videos and not forgetting the credit card bill to remind you. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to your next trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-8248384810509039027?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/8248384810509039027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=8248384810509039027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8248384810509039027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8248384810509039027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-once-year-family-trip.html' title='That once a year family trip'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6FqnHXKtKHM/TtuFgZIixpI/AAAAAAAAA8E/f24PFH7I8OY/s72-c/phu01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-2051783604993221731</id><published>2011-11-08T23:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:25:24.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>And so he is 4</title><content type='html'>Once again, before we head off on our long-awaited family trip, I am compelled to write about the son's 4th birthday. Unbelievable Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to keep a low-key celebration so as not to give the boy the notion that birthdays are lavished with tonnes of balloons, a humongous cake and gazillion of presents. Ok I'm exaggerating but the point is to keep it simple. But simplicity is always an understatement when it comes to the only child of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first, let's draw attention to the food spread before we go into the party details. We had seafood with a full sea view at our table. How nice. My dad aka the grandpa suggested to have a family staycation over at Changi Beach Club. I thought this was really a nice idea to bring Jayden to see my childhood playground - this is the place when I was young, where my family would frequent to on every single-never-missed weekends, where I would look forward to meeting my friends and do all sorts of silly things that you don't even need an iPad/Facebook to pass time and where we practically grew up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-00SprPq_Vq0/TdHwjW-w7OI/AAAAAAAAA64/9Py_NPlm9rI/s800/jay08.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Food galore *nom nom nom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xK7LMwFv3K0/TdHwignobVI/AAAAAAAAA60/fqFr9KlFINA/s800/jay07.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Introducing Uncle Melvin - they are exactly 24 years 3 months and 19 days apart - both also pig la. You can see that Jayden is giving a patronizing smile because Uncle Melvin didn't prepare any present. *gua gua gua*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SXke8rTeLUk/TdHwgur99OI/AAAAAAAAA6o/VCQQxBdAENs/s800/jay04.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And this is Uncle Dickson. Considering that the bigger 'pig' didn't really get along with this younger brother, I am surprised that Dickson has a knack with Jayden. Of course, bribery with a gift always helps. See, even the dimples are showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9nL7j7YE0CY/TdHwmaUpU2I/AAAAAAAAA68/qm3oKyQAwfo/s800/jay09.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;How to miss out the hosts of this staycation - Ah Gong and Ah Ma. Thank you for making it possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cTmPDvuVRJs/TdHwhlWYQzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/TSPFoc4v_mQ/s800/jay05.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g_FjXOxKsks/TdHwne-p1rI/AAAAAAAAA6w/mILFVADqijU/s800/jay06.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As you can see, towards the end, the boy has practically lost all the energy to smile. He just can't wait to open up the presents. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-txFGZPJn7RY/TdHwks1nSII/AAAAAAAAA7A/CeI6kACgUjY/s800/jay10.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oBWHj11yxD8/TdHwe7br9_I/AAAAAAAAA6g/EgZdWemX2SQ/s800/jay02.JPG" width="363" height="530" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;See what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then it's time to cut the cake and get down to the crux of the itinerary... ... SWIMMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8pei51RGV3o/TqLYw1Rm33I/AAAAAAAAA7E/Wel_1uAaMho/s800/jay12.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sNk-noxUwuM/TqLYx6PCeGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/td3lTMLVbCE/s800/jay13.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lG6IdXJZieU/TqLY2inZ5JI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Ojd_EMwqATY/s800/jay16.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7bisq1D31Rs/TqLYzJ41O1I/AAAAAAAAA7M/kbTz_ouWvTA/s800/jay14.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-v2W30OTT5f0/TqLY0TYoIwI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/jRqvlDVgzLI/s800/jay15.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Again, I'm glad that we had another family bonding time with my side of the family. The birthday boy had his fun but of course the fun never ended there...&lt;/div&gt;The following day, we met Godma Liv for... ... *DRUMROLL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FLn0d4MLvLU/TqLY3y7YBMI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/qyh1-qExT44/s800/jay17.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*** ICE CREAM ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-41A22n0peDo/TqLY5Hjth9I/AAAAAAAAA7c/GROoeidAbW0/s800/jay18.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No words can express his contentment.... Except probably this... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-suOVqNiOf5o/TqLY6T1iPwI/AAAAAAAAA7g/LXRUN0eb8V0/s800/jay19.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;*beaming* We had no rules that day. Jayden picked his ice cream creation and had it all to himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** ACTUAL DAY CELEBRATION **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with a bag full of goodies and his 'self-picked' cake, we head off to his school for his celebration finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Zi2hSxD-Nxw/TqLY7w8shHI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Nf8ITF1q2o0/s800/jay20.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-716PF1DtB5c/TqLY9LmGZ1I/AAAAAAAAA7o/nCc6hlRd-6M/s800/jay21.JPG" width="363" height="530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-y4Edb3I_JRs/TqLY-m80I0I/AAAAAAAAA7s/4TXnYJ90GzQ/s800/jay22.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KMHTBU2X8k4/TqLZAJ3YKbI/AAAAAAAAA7w/sDj2qiwBzxk/s800/jay23.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2tBOiMFohok/TqLZBaiXikI/AAAAAAAAA70/8Mgb-EYVtfw/s800/jay24.JPG" width="530" height="363" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dear Son,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thank you for staying healthy and happy for the past 4 years and growing. We hope you have enjoyed your journey with us so far. We know you enjoy annoying us with your endless antics but sometimes it's good to mellow down and go slow. Please continue to bring joy to our lives and create beautiful memories. Hope you'll enjoy our family vacation to Club Med Phuket tomorrow! Stay healthy, stay cheerful, stay as my little baby always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Mommy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S Jayden says thank you to all Aunties &amp;amp; Uncles for the lovely presents and well wishes! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-2051783604993221731?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/2051783604993221731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=2051783604993221731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2051783604993221731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2051783604993221731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-so-he-is-4.html' title='And so he is 4'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-00SprPq_Vq0/TdHwjW-w7OI/AAAAAAAAA64/9Py_NPlm9rI/s72-c/jay08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5144185279324386884</id><published>2011-10-22T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:51:59.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Journey to the West</title><content type='html'>Western Australia that is. But this time is a solo trip. The good thing about travelling alone is that one can go anywhere, anytime they want without wasting time. Food is also not a problem because you decide what you eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z-3BA3HjLgo/TqK92zDlloI/AAAAAAAAA6I/VV5D9T2SK1k/s800/perth01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OsVJeNND72w/TqK937mKbJI/AAAAAAAAA6M/TXLUX9lv3WA/s800/perth02.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hearty breakfast in a cold weather. Must eat my fill to accomplish bigger things - SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qjxaCZ9caVo/TqK944Jo8QI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/gtD12oVQgxU/s800/perth03.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Perth CBD is really.... ...like a CBD. Everything closes right after 530. Sometimes, even finding dinner is a problem. Who eats dinner before 530???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6-lPTxgcUOw/TqK96C7yNBI/AAAAAAAAA6U/wcQNx3L7q-w/s800/perth04.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So all the good food have to eat before the sun goes down. Forget about night life in Perth. So grocery shopping is also a form of night-entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of these were done in a day. Yes. All that snacks to bring home!! After all the merry-making, it's back to real work for the next few days... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bkcApZdQYvE/TqK97tZip-I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ccQ07zz-xtY/s800/perth05.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5144185279324386884?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5144185279324386884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5144185279324386884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5144185279324386884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5144185279324386884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/10/journey-to-west.html' title='Journey to the West'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z-3BA3HjLgo/TqK92zDlloI/AAAAAAAAA6I/VV5D9T2SK1k/s72-c/perth01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-7709547889422078988</id><published>2011-10-11T20:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:59:38.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Moving on to another school</title><content type='html'>Dear Son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post serves as my letter of explanation to you as to why I have decided to put you through another tormentous round of new environment, new friends, new teachers next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has seemed like we have been changing school every year. As much as we try to avoid, the previous and the current ones just didn't fit the bill. When you were 2, we wanted to put you in a playgroup so as to build your social skills and understand the concept that your life just didn't evolve around the 4 walls of Bishan Street 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at the mere age of 2, school was already competitive with the atrocious long waiting list. And so you only enjoyed playgroup at Brightstart Montesorri with Teacher May for a couple of months before you moved on to a proper pre-nursery at Thomson Church Kindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was pretty smooth-sailing and you enjoyed your 3 hours session in school with Teacher Patrick and 陈老师。And there, we witnessed our once introvert son performed on stage to the music of "Round the clock" on your pre-nursery graduation day. We cannot be more proud of you, son. But family obligations never quite meet your life expectations and so we were once more made to believe that putting you in a daycare center would be the optimal choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to recall the 26 cold calls I dialled sounding like a fanatic mom with no home for my son. I also do not wish to recall the heart-wrenching moments witnessing your 1st week at school, wondering amidst your tears why does school last from 8am to 6pm. And after all the ordeal, you have moved on being a more confident, conversant and independant boy. Good on you boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought we could finally put our minds at ease and Jayden can nuture his growing years in Agape. Unfortunately, finding a good school is like striking lottery nowadays. In a span of 10 months, the nursery class has changed 6 teachers - yes both English and Mandarin teacher! *covers jaws dropping* Some re-cap of their special characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Leela - Started her disappearing acts once Jayden joined school. Would only come to school once or twice in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;张老师 - The goofy one. She looked like Abigail twin sister. Once, Jayden came home in his inverted underwear - when I meant inverted, one of the thigh area went into waist area. *gua gua gua*. Finally left because she said she missed 娘家。-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Teacher Amy - Hooray! Local teacher! But this high class teacher only work half day because she has 'other commitments' in the afternoon. Fine. We accomodate. Unfortunately, she couldn't tolerate the kids and left. Very high class lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陈老师 - Sounded like a definite Malaysian but insisted she was from China. During the MTP, she even said kids at these age shouldn't put so much stress on studying so Jayden not being able to lift the pencil is a small issue. Somebody!! Please tell her she should be a nanny not a teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally with Teacher Elnie and 庞老师。They are still around. I have lost hope trying to interact with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have tolerated not switching schools despite the lack of discipline in maintaining the quality of the teachers. From local teachers, it dwindled to hiring only Filipinos and PRCs. I have no adverse feelings against these two nationalities. After all PRCs do speak proper Mandarin. But the last straw came when the entire school became infested with Filipinos who couldn't even convey proper messages to me when my son got hurt in school. I was further appalled to see Jayden doned in another classmate's uniform. Didn't the Filipino teacher notice the names on the name-tag?!? My son is not Rendall Seah! *smacks forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of grieving. My dear son, I hope you understand why Mommy and Daddy is putting you to another school. We're not sure if it will be better because we're not admitting that we're always right and know what's best for you. So we hope you have an enjoyable birthday celebration at Agape before you move on to your new environment at Elfa and make more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Mommy and Daddy will only want the best for you. Keep smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662227319733619602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3atMHR91sgQ/TpRFv148C5I/AAAAAAAAA6A/VicXhnRKs5I/s400/jay01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-7709547889422078988?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/7709547889422078988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=7709547889422078988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7709547889422078988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7709547889422078988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/10/moving-on-to-another-school.html' title='Moving on to another school'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3atMHR91sgQ/TpRFv148C5I/AAAAAAAAA6A/VicXhnRKs5I/s72-c/jay01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-2692107592943748086</id><published>2011-09-12T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:06:46.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>What's going on with the Yips these days?</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't got much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in the house is half the time out on weekends working and I cannot bring myself to get out of the house in the sweltering heat. I am almost ashamed to confess that the son and I spent most of the time doing unproductive stuff at home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some days, we spent building sandcastles - not in the air but literally. The son has a penchant for getting himself muddy and wet and we reckoned that it's healthier to do some outdoor activity before he becomes a hermit and hides himself behind an iPad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-opO3t0Yas-o/Tm4MCQFPv1I/AAAAAAAAA5o/9cLnK1BTDUQ/s800/beach01.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QZ8D7WZx8sw/Tm4MIKaug-I/AAAAAAAAA5w/F2MdUAQhWzg/s800/beach02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just the other day, I finally embraced the courage to hand-make some cards together with the son for his teachers day. I was under the impression that he only had 2 teachers to prepare until he list out the rest of them he knew from playgroup to K2 that he insisted to give pressies to. *hears wallet crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after holding his hand to write 10 teachers day cards, I am almost certain that next year it would be less labourious that I just print out labels instead. Thank you technology!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VLeOQfQQnkc/Tm4MKXCznoI/AAAAAAAAA54/lpaNHGs3twk/s800/sch03.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And lastly, in return of appreciation, the teachers decided to hold a surprise tea party inviting the parents to watch their precious one perform a surprise act. When I meant surprise, I was supposed to be there with an astounded-jaws drop-overwhelmed look when you watch your kid do his trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wasn't because Jayden got too excited and practiced it in front of me every night. Nonetheless, it was nice to see the son being comfortable on stage and enjoying himself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-asjwTB1m-50/Tm4MEVj2fWI/AAAAAAAAA5s/-Q1Tk5yppP0/s800/sch01.JPG" width="512" height="387" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4yUA-2SHdZk/Tm4MJaTiY6I/AAAAAAAAA50/qmrtoTanIko/s800/sch02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And that pretty much summed up our lackluster lives these days. Don't you think we need a vacation soon?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-2692107592943748086?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/2692107592943748086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=2692107592943748086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2692107592943748086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2692107592943748086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-going-on-with-yips-these-days.html' title='What&apos;s going on with the Yips these days?'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-opO3t0Yas-o/Tm4MCQFPv1I/AAAAAAAAA5o/9cLnK1BTDUQ/s72-c/beach01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-4713937605751210402</id><published>2011-08-18T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T22:46:21.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>83 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2VnV10oBxdk/Tk0b4OabaVI/AAAAAAAAA5k/LpgKRql4uZI/s1600/beach-holiday2-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642196560920668498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2VnV10oBxdk/Tk0b4OabaVI/AAAAAAAAA5k/LpgKRql4uZI/s400/beach-holiday2-08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the number of days we have to countdown to our next holiday... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has become almost like a yearly ritual to celebrate the son's birthday at Club Med. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conversation with the son goes like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "We're going to Phuket this year!" *excited*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: "Why? I want to stay at home!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Zzzzzzzz"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: "Mommy, there got french fries and milk shake?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: "Ok I go!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't believe it's taking this long to get to that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-4713937605751210402?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/4713937605751210402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=4713937605751210402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4713937605751210402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4713937605751210402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/08/83-days.html' title='83 days'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2VnV10oBxdk/Tk0b4OabaVI/AAAAAAAAA5k/LpgKRql4uZI/s72-c/beach-holiday2-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-4744218807500835839</id><published>2011-08-04T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T22:38:58.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indulgence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>In the pink</title><content type='html'>And so another year older has gone for me. I cannot be more than grateful than to have lived another year unscatched, healthier and happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did say I wanted a low profile celebration this year. But this group of friends had never failed, rain or shine, to keep this day free just for me. And this year was another surprise again. They arranged to go to a long lost poly friend's restaurant. Four of us used to hang out together, after lectures, skipping lunch to go to one of their houses for a quick nap and long coffee chats at Starbucks after school. Those were the days... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-b_Tg0xDpygc/Tjqb3XkkSII/AAAAAAAAA5U/DW4UgTp7tjU/s800/bday06.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Definitely felt like a superstar that night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iOxcw4W6leM/Tjqb1whU6oI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/dSSPxqCUtHM/s800/bday05.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Superb Japanese fushion food! I am salivating as we speak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yWd5aK-nt5Q/TjqbzsbKwNI/AAAAAAAAA5I/7eAz3D2_Us8/s800/bday07.JPG" width="530" height="405" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thanks my dear friends for having me in your thoughts as always! Of course, not just the gifts but all the yummy treats as well! I can certainly feel the tightness in my pants now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after all the appreciation, it's time to show off. Please bear with me. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ANkUZhmBm_A/Tjqb0qILOBI/AAAAAAAAA5M/0p42PPg0Bo8/s800/bday01.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Gift no. 1: Goyard St Louis GM&lt;br /&gt;Gift no. 2: Classic Chanel logo necklace in Swakorski crystals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the hub to get the Goyard St Louis when he was in London. Super happy as we didn't had the time to go to the boutique in Paris. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another bag. *yawn* But bags of different shapes and sizes, patterns and colors, suits for different occasions. So how will one complain about having an extra accessory right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2T-zivht66M/TjqbyIM_cEI/AAAAAAAAA5E/npoEJL3oPGE/s800/bday02.JPG" width="500" height="352" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Gift no. 3: Loewe Amazona boston bag in blue slate color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. This was never part of the gift plan. But I'm sure people will understand love at first sight. *goes on digressing and indulging* After having a few shoulder bags, I felt the need to get a hand carry boston bag. And this color, according to the SA is a limited edition shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it. She said the magic word - LIMITED EDITION. Just take my credit card!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-B9QZsJEa0Ec/TjqbwfQIAYI/AAAAAAAAA48/OoU-FeubFBk/s800/bday04.JPG" width="500" height="352" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Gift no. 4: Gucci zip-around wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was part of the scheme. But after I got Loewe, it was slightly forgotten until I saw this. Similiar shade with my Loewe !! How to miss right! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ckdAGCdOXVc/TjqbxXn35cI/AAAAAAAAA5A/rwTrSlFL43g/s800/bday03.JPG" width="500" height="352" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Gift no. 5: Tory Burch belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an impulse buy. I have never own a belt for more than $30. But but but the material was soft, the design was pretty and it was on sale, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the impulsive self indulgent and getting the limelight, it is also time to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2010 was a rather traumatic year for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplated whether or not to share my life on a public blog. But I thought it served as a good reminder as well and not to take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered something and went to do the necessary tests. Thankfully, the results came back negative but the doctor could not pin down the cause of it. It was a constant nightmare having to wonder what was wrong and if the diagnosis was really benign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost what felt like a year, I took up the courage to seek a 2nd opinion and decided to get rid of it from my system. The process was swift but excrutiating. I really hope that is the last of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, being in the &lt;strong&gt;pink of health&lt;/strong&gt; is my life's priority. I cannot be more thankful that I'm still here receiving love from people who cares about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, work has become extremely up my neck. They say with greater power comes greater responsibilities. I got my promotion and a handsome remuneration package. Now I just need the time to spend it. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-4744218807500835839?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/4744218807500835839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=4744218807500835839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4744218807500835839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4744218807500835839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-pink.html' title='In the pink'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-b_Tg0xDpygc/Tjqb3XkkSII/AAAAAAAAA5U/DW4UgTp7tjU/s72-c/bday06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-7174578650163848853</id><published>2011-07-21T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:49:23.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indulgence'/><title type='text'>Summer vacation</title><content type='html'>After pinning months and months for our Europe trip, it was well over and done. That was 2 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our hearts started to itch.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where shall we go again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having missed Hong Kong last year due to Dylan's new job, I decided that I have to do a good &lt;strike&gt;tour&lt;/strike&gt; shopping around the land of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;买东西，吃东西&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I did my homework. And planned a full itinerary for our 5 days. We will leave no stones unturned, no streets unwalked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1QYW8c90a1s/TiboDZdXG_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/6T-nbOaTeRc/s800/hk01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We took Cathay Pacific on the red-eye flight. Reached HK at an unearthly hour. And since we couldn't check in to our boutique hotel yet, we made full use of the time for a day trip to Macau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 bucks for one-way per pax for the jetboat to Macau! Dylan and I were still cajoling each other to bet $120 on the table to recoup our transport losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-n6SnBvyxLJA/TiboEsPBjFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Hz9PvDeZk4w/s800/hk02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;First stop. Our favourite restaurant in Venetian. They serve one of the best honey char siew that melts in your mouth. Even better than Yung Kee I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9b_BnmGpIwc/TiboGI3QeMI/AAAAAAAAA3o/CRPMThzst2g/s800/hk04.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If you come to Macau, it is a sin to go back not getting their pastries and snacks. They have quite a few popular brands but we both personally like Koi Kei. I cannot imagine having to spend 100+ on snacks to bring home. I even lamented to Dylan that we should have brought a trolley bag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RuHhQnbXulM/Tibn5ZhN-sI/AAAAAAAAA28/HzjC_hNHbYY/s800/hk03.JPG" width="512" height="387" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Other than eating and shopping, one must take photos to look like tourists. Having been to Macau before, we decided to forgo visiting the rest of the attractions due to tight schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lpDQgKKQiPI/TiboHUAdnsI/AAAAAAAAA3s/THGAGsAbGpk/s800/hk05.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But it didn't long for us to be back to eating again. We ended the first day with a bagful of Macau snacks, probably 1kg heavier and 100% stomach satisfcation! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AbHEsGKYqgo/TiboI6cZSvI/AAAAAAAAA3w/mE2CSaDk5kM/s800/hk06.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Despite the hotel room rate included breakfast, we decided to give it a miss as the spread was really mediocre. We were very thankful there was an awesome breakfast place just downstairs our hotel. I had toast, eggs and milo dinosaur almost daily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LCJpCFtXrI8/Tibn6ph3lBI/AAAAAAAAA3A/NXoTBhvA_kI/s800/hk07.JPG" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And there begins our shopping journey. We went to Space Warehouse, Horizon Plaza at Ap Lai Chau. Decided to be adventurous and commuted by bus. So morning was spent shopping at factory outlets, come afternoon, it's back to the luxury streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--gJS-t1ZcLA/TiboKYpjuHI/AAAAAAAAA30/ndEzksx08Mw/s800/hk08.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We stumbled on this nice ramen restaurant at IFC mall called Wakayama. And me posing with my 1st birthday gift from Dylan - St Louis Goyard all the way from London. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VPZz8A35ovI/TiboLuGgUvI/AAAAAAAAA34/Bi7ELm7swcU/s800/hk09.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Since being in HK, one must know how to live the yum cha life. So how can one miss not having dim sum at Maxim Palace? Surprisingly, other than the egg yolk custurd bun, the rest of the items wasn't really sensational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CZc_jaSqXDc/Tibn7pGMVCI/AAAAAAAAA3E/tCqz24cp-L4/s800/hk13.JPG" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is where I found my 2nd love... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TKTFGQJPt1Q/Tibn843FM5I/AAAAAAAAA3I/v3ZWfM87A6w/s800/hk10.JPG" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And here I am again, posing with my birthday gift I got for myself. Hehe. I was telling Dylan how I didn't own a hand-carry boston bag and how ESSENTIAL it was for different functions, waving my arms in excitment while I explained to him the context of my purchase. I don't think he ever understood a single word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iTmDKduoCL4/TiboMjyP5EI/AAAAAAAAA38/k7c3M4BUKaU/s800/hk11.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So if you can't talk sense to the man, you talk to his stomach... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iN9VqZeAuiA/TiboPHXjgWI/AAAAAAAAA4E/gBPrsv4z82k/s800/hk14.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DNFj_DLlsKA/TiboN0kURPI/AAAAAAAAA4A/av8-nGWhh-o/s800/hk12.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This place opens till 1am daily! It serves a myriad of food and desserts and pretty affordable prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CcrEBPc2EwU/Tibn-9vqfkI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Jf_Yxq-frk0/s800/hk16.JPG" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6WO92PfQ7Qs/TiboBCnDmtI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/7C60ieKVW9I/s800/hk18.JPG" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OV131NTbHVA/Tibn_3W9aMI/AAAAAAAAA3U/BFqQPc4IMNI/s800/hk17.JPG" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dCYH9BnJHcc/TiboCM-oGOI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Qie6_NBo8xs/s800/hk19.JPG" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As you can see it, I am not proud of my impulsive purchases. But then again, a holiday is a time where you buy some happiness back with you right? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:P We brought 2 large luggages along and we were still short of space! I am also secretly appalled by the husband's sudden vanity. He bought 2 pairs of shoes! And I didn't even get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RJr7uOsM1p0/TiboQFlHmlI/AAAAAAAAA4I/lex1SMfbe8k/s800/hk20.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At first, I thought 5 days were too much to spent in HK. I was SO WRONG. We only covered the main areas of Hong Kong Island. We did not even venture to Kowloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that very valid reason, I am sure we will be back in HK again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-7174578650163848853?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/7174578650163848853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=7174578650163848853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7174578650163848853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7174578650163848853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer vacation'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1QYW8c90a1s/TiboDZdXG_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/6T-nbOaTeRc/s72-c/hk01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-1248889557003808974</id><published>2011-07-09T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:01:39.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>His first field trip</title><content type='html'>It was meant to be a solo trip. I wanted to see if the son could handle an excursion on his own. Yep. It was a hard pill to swallow. My boy has grown up. But a mommy suggested that I go for the first time t get to know his friends better as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ksqnYf-DJFg/ThhVkeiWd1I/AAAAAAAAA2M/wonhounyZfE/s800/zoo01.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pXU0nikSjuY/ThhVjcYVKUI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YRWcHcd34zo/s800/zoo02.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really amusing watch the kids mingle together. When we arrived, the kids were pinching their noses and screaming in unison "Ewww...so smelly!" I only had a thought in my head "How to go army like that?" -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kJpDfwfd838/ThhVlZmucGI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2BIfz74kwhw/s800/zoo03.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I had a shock when I first saw his classmates. Are they really 4 years old?! All of them are so tall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uItHx85PJfg/ThhVm9siOEI/AAAAAAAAA2U/A2ZCtfABJag/s800/zoo04.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-t1A7f7FAoro/ThhVn6Kvs7I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/PBiL3Td_jvk/s800/zoo05.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oFBlZ7Ci6WM/ThhVpNo8XbI/AAAAAAAAA2c/qgmlF061BEA/s800/zoo06.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;See? Shortest in the class. *gua gua gua*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme of the field trip was Cats Discovery. So we went to this amphitheatre that housed the skins of all kinds of cats - Jaguar, Cheetah, Leopard, Tiger, Lion. And my, I couldn't even tell the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LmkLeOgZtbk/ThhVpxHBsXI/AAAAAAAAA2g/ss3Jv42wTKs/s800/zoo07.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-p5RfLKMgmAI/ThhVqxGYchI/AAAAAAAAA2k/EYaYzlBLxYc/s800/zoo08.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nw9hFXIrTzY/ThhVsD74XJI/AAAAAAAAA2o/OjJNp4lT5vk/s800/zoo09.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it wasn't an easy task being a parent volunteer. The weather was atrocious, the kids were running all over the place. You had to make sure your own kid doesn't 'assault' anyone. I even witnessed a parent trying to feed his kid snacks along the way and during class on condition that he sat still. In the end, the rest of the kids were distracted and wanted a share of it. How annoying right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was still a good field trip with the son. I'm sure next time, the boy is ready to go out on his own without his Mommy albeit I'm still not sure if I'm ready to let his hand go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-1248889557003808974?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/1248889557003808974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=1248889557003808974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1248889557003808974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1248889557003808974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/07/his-first-field-trip.html' title='His first field trip'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ksqnYf-DJFg/ThhVkeiWd1I/AAAAAAAAA2M/wonhounyZfE/s72-c/zoo01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-943423432216332309</id><published>2011-06-27T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:44:07.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby boom</title><content type='html'>Nope. Nothing from me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year seems to be a good year for baby influx. Just last month we attended 2 baby showers in a row and I have 2 close girlfriends delivering in Oct (Yep, 2 more Oct babies!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truely amazing to watch your friends moving on in different ways of their lives, having their own family. And to think we were once kids ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UETFdMKNVPg/TgiC4paC5GI/AAAAAAAAA1s/oY9d_yhmlhc/s800/kai01.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is Daniel's precious girl Kailynn. I knew him as early as when Nintendo was invented. Back then, we will look forward to weekends where our parents will bring us to the country club and we will do all sorts of monkey things - hide &amp;amp; seek (yes, imagine in a huge country club compound. we end up not finding each other anyway), seeing who can do the longest head stands, playing gin rummy and seeing who can last the longest at the arcade with just one token. Yes, those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our next generation, hopefully we can pass on these memories to them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aXjTwwI7EH4/TgiC6f31mKI/AAAAAAAAA1w/mLGNbgrjF0k/s800/kai02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Lunch was at Pan Pac Claymore. Buffet is always a child's favourite as they look forward to the sweet treats towards the end. Obviously, the son is very delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UQSiNbXCOtk/TgiC7zIgFMI/AAAAAAAAA10/5Hv7tBNf3vI/s800/jer01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week, we attended Dylan's buddy's baby shower. Meet Jerome. Likewise, Dylan and his buddy were secondary school mates. I think his buddy knew more dirty secrets of Dylan than I do. Haha. As you can see, the man is pretty happy for his friend. But did he have the sudden urge to have another baby? Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another 2 more babies in Oct. It's also a boy and a girl each! I wonder who is next on the list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-943423432216332309?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/943423432216332309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=943423432216332309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/943423432216332309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/943423432216332309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-boom.html' title='Baby boom'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UETFdMKNVPg/TgiC4paC5GI/AAAAAAAAA1s/oY9d_yhmlhc/s72-c/kai01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5084196679744877259</id><published>2011-05-29T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:34:56.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time in "Tiong Kok"</title><content type='html'>When I was young, I had friends telling me about their holiday experiences to China. The only thing that left an impression on me was that their toilets are perpetually filthy. So with that notion, I wrote the country off my list of holiday destinations for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is until I had to go to Shanghai for a business trip in early May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8uiHOgvJBCo/TeJOUFmJd2I/AAAAAAAAA08/YxsKsrd_1lQ/s800/shang01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love it when there's hardly anyone on the flight, even in the business class cabin. It meant that I could sleep and possibly snore without embarrassing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with an unimpressed feeling, I arrived at Shanghai, at the front door of my hotel - Langham, only to be awe-ed by the 5 star hotel decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IwyWCzSyIfU/TeJOVcTzVxI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ZPR5ECsp0FY/s800/shang02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our hotel rooms in Singapore pale in comparison to this. And Langham is not even an international brand name. They had an elaborated walk-in wardrobe, the toilet floors are heated (mind you, not toilet seats but floors!) during winter, they had two toilet basins for god knows what, and even a personalized toilet bowl cleaner to wash your ass when you're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, all their hotel accessories are in pink! So chic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JfYjoPStKrw/TeJOWgDEeHI/AAAAAAAAA1E/YjpR6MObkqs/s800/shang03.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8P330O6uhx8/TeJOXFdu0rI/AAAAAAAAA1I/xs-cX0783j0/s800/shang05.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love travelling to countries during winter/spring. This is the time where I can be more adventurous in my dressing and not worrying to sweat under my armpits. So that's me camwhoring in front of the full length mirror. Must make full use of their walk-in wardrobe mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2MEW3GTwAys/TeJOYQTT3KI/AAAAAAAAA1M/pmA10nR1kzM/s800/shang06.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm pretty glad that I get to travel alone this time. So that meant some "me" time off work and I could venture around Shanghai at my own pace. For the first night, I visited the night alleys opposite the hotel. It was like a mini Holland Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4IqAi3_Z2lI/TeJOZgC_o3I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/G039wNMpLmk/s800/shang07.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I didn't dare to try their local restaurants so the best solution was to choose something familiar to home. I stumbled upon coldstone creamery and we had a franchise at 313 but it's always long queue! Their mud-pie coffee peanut combo mix really made every calorie intake worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WmqRACI-O8U/TeJObV4mNWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/x3zO2Nuv_g4/s800/shang08.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The 3rd night, my Shanghai colleague recommended to go to Yu Garden - something like our Chinatown version. So it's more camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-cx9Nciri7a0/TeJOScwxlOI/AAAAAAAAA00/YcNyUpCr8Hs/s800/shang04.JPG" width="541" height="416" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I only had time to shop at their factory outlets on the first day but look at what one day of damage could do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-X4OCFcg7x7I/TeJOTWQ6GUI/AAAAAAAAA04/4uPDtB09Udc/s800/shang09.JPG" width="541" height="416" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And when you're cold, you just crave for more comfort food. So all these damage done during grocery shopping. *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to Shanghai really changed my perspective although that are still some unhygenic places and seeing people spit in the shopping mall!!! is still something I need to get used to. But overall, it was a pleasant visit. And my co-colleagues treated me to Shanghainese cuisine where I had ducks tongue for the first time! *cringe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am secretly hoping that my job scope revert to Korea market. After all, that place is a shopping haven. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5084196679744877259?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5084196679744877259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5084196679744877259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5084196679744877259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5084196679744877259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/05/once-upon-time-in-tiong-kok.html' title='Once upon a time in &quot;Tiong Kok&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8uiHOgvJBCo/TeJOUFmJd2I/AAAAAAAAA08/YxsKsrd_1lQ/s72-c/shang01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-2074969202563085625</id><published>2011-05-17T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T12:27:02.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Something about Jayden at 3.5</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a public holiday and my mummy is not blogging. So I decided to take over the keyboard and introduce myself at 3.5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdHwe7br9_I/AAAAAAAAA0E/VVeKRFhxHT8/s800/jay02.JPG" width="500" height="354" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Yes, at 3.5 years old, I still sleep with a hankie and pillow. Mummy cannot grumble much since I've managed to wean off the pacifier at 2 years old and am diaper-free too. Hey, as a kid, I do have human rights too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdHwf8eieeI/AAAAAAAAA0I/o3wESnRyebY/s800/jay03.JPG" width="500" height="354" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I enjoy taking photos now and know how to smile at the camera though most of the time, I smile so hard, I can't see my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdHwjW-w7OI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/MteXvqXLTyA/s800/jay08.JPG" width="500" height="355" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I have been sleeping on my own bed since 3 years old but some nights I still do creep into Mummy &amp;amp; Daddy's bed because it doesn't really feel good to sleep alone right. I don't understand why Mummy wants me to do it? *scratch head* But anyway, I still love my fire truck bed and would play imaginary fireman when I can't go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdHwignobVI/AAAAAAAAA0U/uUCF-PDgoCI/s800/jay07.JPG" width="500" height="391" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I finally understood the meaning of Christmas and even helped Mummy to decorate the tree. Because she says that Santa will only give presents to good boy. I'm not sure how true is that because somtimes when I do misbehave, I still get presents under the tree. *cheeky shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdHweEBGFwI/AAAAAAAAA0A/_yaefuY6tmc/s800/jay01.JPG" width="500" height="354" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;My favourite toy has got to be The Chuggingtons. It all started with 2 DVDs that Grandpa got me during X'mas and one innocent trip to Toys R Us. I got my first interactive Chugger - Frostini. I never liked the main characters - Wilson, Koko &amp;amp; Brewster and only collects the rest of the chuggers. Mummy thought there are only 3 characters but look at my collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdHwhlWYQzI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/o6oRu0e09FM/s800/jay05.JPG" width="500" height="354" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I have all 10 of them now and I'm still trying to get Mummy &amp;amp; Daddy to get the Chugwash for my birthday. Mummy says it's an expensive hobby for one chugger cost $29.90. So 10 means nearly $300! I hope she used her own money to buy my toys. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdHwgur99OI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ropIFgWqouM/s800/jay04.JPG" width="500" height="354" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;At 3.5 yrs old, I'm still very much a water baby. I love swimming and have recently opened up to the concept of water play. I used to cringe at water showers and sprinklers but now as you can see, I'm enjoying them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdHwmaUpU2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/lqwsf4TSQoo/s800/jay09.JPG" width="500" height="391" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Of course, there are times when you just want to vege out and be a couch potato on the iPad. I even know how to use Youtube to search for my favourite cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 3.5, I'm doing what an average kid would do - eat, play, sleep and sometimes abit of study. I don't have any favourite sport or activity at the moment. I can read 1-10 and only half of the alphabets. I can only write 1 or 0. So that worries Mummy alot. But fret not Mummy! All kids learn naturally so let me play first for now ok? I love you Mummy! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdHwne-p1rI/AAAAAAAAA0o/S4jm_yFx0OQ/s800/jay06.JPG" width="461" height="662" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Jayden&lt;br /&gt;(Mummy's imaginary impression of me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-2074969202563085625?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/2074969202563085625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=2074969202563085625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2074969202563085625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2074969202563085625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/05/something-about-jayden-at-35.html' title='Something about Jayden at 3.5'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdHwe7br9_I/AAAAAAAAA0E/VVeKRFhxHT8/s72-c/jay02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-8976145990616001323</id><published>2011-05-16T10:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:21:22.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Day 8 - 10 : Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCIdlIj-wI/AAAAAAAAAxg/yvEZxEClc_A/s800/paris06.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I don't think much introduction is needed for this city. The picture says it all, the bags people carry say it all and even people smooching at the park says it all - Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, when you come to Paris, you must do what tourits do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCIbo8fijI/AAAAAAAAAxY/7TZNm4eeMIc/s800/paris04.JPG" width="523" height="773" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Eiffel tower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCIgGE778I/AAAAAAAAAxs/dVrzkprbwrY/s800/paris09.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCIj_ASdWI/AAAAAAAAAx8/VqI-IEgUY8g/s800/paris13.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Napoleon's Arc de Triomphe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCIkkQenNI/AAAAAAAAAyA/t6vqjMtk4uU/s800/paris14.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The Louvre - yes where Mona Lisa is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCIfRBahCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/AGQFhipFR6o/s800/paris08.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Taking the cruise around the Seine River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCIhKG9LUI/AAAAAAAAAxw/2YBD1vbsADU/s800/paris10.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCLCpIXStI/AAAAAAAAAzE/wEbthrhCyG4/s800/paris11.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And if that wasn't enough. We visted the Eiffel Tower 3 times - Day, Sunset and Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCIpOStRqI/AAAAAAAAAyU/OPxdFr_plXA/s800/paris20.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eiffel @ Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCIoXgrHkI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/u0NyDSOAI0w/s800/paris17.JPG" width="523" height="773" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCK9SDpNMI/AAAAAAAAAys/TdCYedWLaiw/s800/paris27.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCK-_VL2XI/AAAAAAAAAy0/FdQbK_LnDNk/s800/paris29.JPG" width="509" height="290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eiffel @ Nightfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCK-AlqWtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Q5taMwi9I4U/s800/paris28.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the Eiffel @ Nightfall was the most spectacular. There was a brief moment where the tower will dazzle in various colours of lights and at that instant, everything seemed to come to a standstill. Everyone just looked at it in awe, oohs-and-ahhs. You could see couples hugging each other tightly, families embracing each other. It was a magical moment to be in the romantic city. :)&lt;/p&gt;So when all the sight-seeing is done. It's time to get down to business - SHOPPING at Gallery Lafeyette. Even lunch had to be brisk as time was limited. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;没时间啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCLD06CkaI/AAAAAAAAAzI/WjgE0b-kwqc/s800/paris21.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Best quiche I've eaten at a French bistro beside Lafeyette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCLGRSqPyI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/VlpZBCbdJ6A/s800/paris23.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a 5-course French dinner but sadly, even my favourite foie gras didn't whet my appetite. How can French food in France go so wrong? :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCLFLANoGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/GPHJM2mq5Yk/s800/paris22.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When food didn't go so well, desserts are always to the rescue. Macroons from La Duree. *nom nom nom* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCK7OPnwjI/AAAAAAAAAyk/8_-coWdpdkw/s640/paris24.JPG" width="433" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, all that eating and shopping makes one very happy indeed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So what was the damage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think going to Paris makes one have the disillusion that you have an unlimited credit limit to just spend, spend spend! We never batted an eyelid when we saw something we like. The philosophy was "If you don't buy it now, what if you go back lamenting and become "the biggest regret in your life" (ok pun intended)?" Warped philosophy indeed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCK_kv6shI/AAAAAAAAAy4/ye0JrKCW5_c/s800/paris30.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCLHVuozrI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ZmBfnd_dVWc/s800/paris33.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My long awaited Classic Jumbo in Caviar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCLH6ppEZI/AAAAAAAAAzY/hwCZbqi_-JA/s800/paris34.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCLN10PSvI/AAAAAAAAAzs/eXksDmmhbxE/s800/paris38.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even buying bags also must be in matching color&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCLI_wcAkI/AAAAAAAAAzc/JOgrK67lKQE/s800/paris39.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Clothes from H&amp;amp;M, G-Star. We even bought shades just because Dylan forgot to bring his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCLAsGGGVI/AAAAAAAAAy8/IOyCo04jHLo/s800/paris32.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The highlight of the trip - Daytona &amp;amp; Submarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(steal my Chanel limelight *hmph*)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCLBW2QfQI/AAAAAAAAAzA/xUJBW-ijGZ0/s800/paris31.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;My humble Tag Heuer Aquaracer in mother of pearl face and diamond number dials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;** DISCLAIMER ** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry if this sounded like an arrogant post flaunting our purchases. I see it rather as a reflection on some of the impulsive buys. And then again, how often do you go to Europe?! Ok, I'm just trying to excuse myself out. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST DAY IN PARIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It must be a blessing that retail shops close on Sundays in Europe. So our group decided to take the sub and head down to Champs Elysee to embrace Paris life for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCLJay8N8I/AAAAAAAAAzg/-Y91MGLJ_40/s800/paris35.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Where we're staying - some CBD area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCLLijSX1I/AAAAAAAAAzk/Td83e7yTzOg/s800/paris36.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCLNAcyEmI/AAAAAAAAAzo/6CzBTb3Cn4w/s800/paris37.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lunch was at Hard Rock which was mad yummy. Perhaps it was the overdose of poorly cooked pizzas, pastas, risottoes and what not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is where we bade farewell to Europe. I'm sure we'll be back again. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-8976145990616001323?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/8976145990616001323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=8976145990616001323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8976145990616001323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8976145990616001323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-8-10-paris.html' title='Day 8 - 10 : Paris'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TdCIdlIj-wI/AAAAAAAAAxg/yvEZxEClc_A/s72-c/paris06.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-6571098946736157260</id><published>2011-05-09T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:15:50.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Day 7: Switzerland - Geneva</title><content type='html'>While people are busy summing up their thoughts on GE2011, I am trying to trace back my long over post on the Europe trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks, I have been busy reading up forums, watching videos, even when I was in Shanghai, I never stop short of watching the news so as to keep myself in tune with the hot discussion topics and eventually make my informed vote, rather than an influential one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the place that I'm about to mention is Geneva - one of the highest standard of living city, a worldwide centre for diplomacy and home to the reformation protestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left for Geneva, we stop-over to take a photo at the Lion Monument. It is built to commemorate the Swiss Guards who were massacred in 1792 during the French Revolution, when revolutionaries stormed the Tuileries Palace in Paris, France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the outer edge of the sculpture, you can see that the lion is lying within a pig. It is said that the sculptor was denied of being paid. But out of respect for the soldiers who sacrificed their lives, he maintained the lion sculpture but made the outer edge look like a pig to express his frustration. I would have done the same too if I was treated like free labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJ8Q6Ek5I/AAAAAAAAAv0/IpeXZZrBTGg/s800/swi26.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahKaTgLnFI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_yYcP8hYaNo/s800/swi28.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJ-ngYW6I/AAAAAAAAAv4/fqxro9to6D8/s800/swi27.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Funny looking trees outside the UN building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahKBnsT5qI/AAAAAAAAAv8/VclG1n00yJ0/s800/swi29.JPG" width="523" height="773" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Interesting advertising attempt by a furniture company to get consumer's attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahKG664PkI/AAAAAAAAAwE/rWIMc3l3aUo/s800/swi31.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The infamour flower-clock. Perhaps it's me and my knees don't go weak on flowers. I almost missed out on this so-called 'sight attraction' as it didn't occur as spectacular as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahKDa5HHKI/AAAAAAAAAwA/MB30IEl9_k0/s800/swi30.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahKJB5TRDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/BK2F5fmH1tI/s800/swi32.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And that very much sums up Geneva. Bye bye Rolex, bye bye Patek. I hope to see you again soon. But next I need to meet up with Chanel and Prada in Paris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-6571098946736157260?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/6571098946736157260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=6571098946736157260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/6571098946736157260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/6571098946736157260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-7-switzerland-geneva.html' title='Day 7: Switzerland - Geneva'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJ8Q6Ek5I/AAAAAAAAAv0/IpeXZZrBTGg/s72-c/swi26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-349200038891973059</id><published>2011-04-27T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:31:04.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Day 6: Switzerland - Interlaken - Jungfraujoch</title><content type='html'>Some 11,000 feet above ground lies Jungfraujoch - top of Europe. We took an optional tour to visit another side of Switzerland. So bright and early, we set off to Interlaken and up towards Jungfrau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJqJ3zTyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/4evpmIL8NhQ/s800/swi15.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taking the train up the mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahKRWbc-vI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ffibhCtg0iU/s800/swi16.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJtLtUyyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/HEP1LwRVJyE/s800/swi17.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And I experienced falling snow for the first time! I know damn suaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJuwqgBZI/AAAAAAAAAvY/wZd6O9vuW_o/s800/swi18.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So thrilled with snow falling on my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJzzxugqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/CQyFP2G8M6A/s800/swi20.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the best meal we had so far in the trip - Rosti with sausage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJ1W-DLiI/AAAAAAAAAvk/-2KbLPiJQlc/s800/swi21.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the sight-seeing, the eating, the goofing around, we headed back to Interlaken to do some 'serious' shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJo21xc3I/AAAAAAAAAvM/-YSM6Lmkevk/s800/swi13.JPG" width="523" height="773" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is where Dylan went 'berserk' and signed the most expensive thing in his life (*ahem* more expensive than my proposal ring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJ4R235MI/AAAAAAAAAvo/S_i1ft0WTeY/s800/swi22.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Of course, after frittering away our money, have to stock up on bread at their grocer Migros. Yes, days and days of bread ahead for us... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJ5i9jcxI/AAAAAAAAAvs/aoJvGrLZvXc/s800/swi23.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJ7AjD8bI/AAAAAAAAAvw/4HO9gx8foNY/s800/swi24.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Coming to Switzerland, one must try their Swiss Cheese fondue. Perhaps, I'm not a cheese person or that the cheese tasted bitter with the red wine added. To make things worse, it was fondue in 3 forms - Cheese, Meat and Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how can chocolate fondue go wrong? At that point, my stomach was screaming for laksa, mee goreng and nasi lemak. I miss home food. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahKXDFcEPI/AAAAAAAAAwc/lLN295oC-ug/s800/swi25.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-349200038891973059?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/349200038891973059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=349200038891973059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/349200038891973059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/349200038891973059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-6-switzerland-interlaken.html' title='Day 6: Switzerland - Interlaken - Jungfraujoch'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJqJ3zTyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/4evpmIL8NhQ/s72-c/swi15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-4587641919085176071</id><published>2011-04-22T21:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:43:29.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Day 5: Switzerland - Lucerne - Mt Titlis</title><content type='html'>Finally after a few days of visiting cathedrals, museums and gorging lots of magaritas pizzas, I felt relieved that we're embarking to another country, learning a different culture and of course hoping to eat better food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am particularly intrigued by Switzerland as it is ranked one of the wealthiest country, has its own currency, breath-taking panaromic views, the Swiss Alps and of course the swiss made watches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahKP18j58I/AAAAAAAAAwU/zE3Fdf8wc1U/s800/swi14.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJS2PgtCI/AAAAAAAAAuo/SN1pmZzBf0w/s800/swi01.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJUX15TGI/AAAAAAAAAus/cdOzgF5SnyY/s800/swi02.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Their Easter bunny looks so huge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJWAX_rlI/AAAAAAAAAuw/kM7QUnM_-To/s800/swi03.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go Switz must act atas and only drink Evian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you stepped into Switzerland, it's like entering a winter wonderland. Every angle is picture perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJYMvO1fI/AAAAAAAAAu0/MlLU9tw0aLc/s800/swi04.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Even the river looks so inviting, you want to jump into it despite the chilly weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going up Mt Titlis on the world's only rotating cable car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJZFrbCgI/AAAAAAAAAu4/MA_9IdmR4ns/s800/swi05.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJasIeyeI/AAAAAAAAAu8/GwiIKm-wAIY/s800/swi07.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahJdbUG4NI/AAAAAAAAAvA/UgbiBMFMxPc/s800/swi09.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahKLvbVN7I/AAAAAAAAAwM/e9d4MmGt1iY/s800/swi06.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're 10,000 ft above ground! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahKOaU16OI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/WejWHvIBbjQ/s800/swi10.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-4587641919085176071?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/4587641919085176071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=4587641919085176071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4587641919085176071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4587641919085176071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-5-switzerland-lucerne-mt-titlis.html' title='Day 5: Switzerland - Lucerne - Mt Titlis'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TahKP18j58I/AAAAAAAAAwU/zE3Fdf8wc1U/s72-c/swi14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5854137645362710209</id><published>2011-04-11T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:24:16.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Day 4: Europe - Italy - Milan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaL7PVDfxbI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Beh92BHzoEo/s800/mil01.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;To immerse ourselves in the European lifestyle, we decided to try their cappucino during our stopover to Milan. Surprisingly, it tasted nothing like our bitter kopi-O. It was aromatic, smooth and perfect in a cold weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaL7K9kVzmI/AAAAAAAAAuI/YR5WfBepu5A/s800/mil06.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So this is very much Milan - one huge open space and a few buildings. After visiting some of the brilliant architectures in Italy, Milan didn't take our breath away. Or perhaps we were already itching to open our wallets to spend spend spend! that we couldn't even bother to appreciate another cathedral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaL7FS3YGMI/AAAAAAAAAt8/J6kxxa9wCtM/s800/mil03.JPG" width="502" height="742" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Not even the street performer impressed us... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaL7HBkrMtI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Ly-2JpccDws/s800/mil04.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Designer brands were limited... ... I wandered around and bought 2 jackets from H&amp;amp;M before convincing ourselves we should at least pay a visit to their gothic cathedral. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't manage to find the A&amp;amp;F boutique that housed only male assistants who looked like models from a magazine cover that C was telling me about. That was my regret. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaL7DQtBgVI/AAAAAAAAAt4/x29gZZ3lKoU/s800/mil02.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaL7OGQDg_I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AQq5HBQL060/s800/mil08.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaL7JVf7hxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wUA95XoIA2k/s800/mil05.JPG" width="502" height="742" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaL7MAf5o_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/mKkI3KqJ5lU/s800/mil07.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;People giving their prayers by lighting a candle... ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After 4 days of Italy and churches, I am relieved that we'll be exploring another country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5854137645362710209?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5854137645362710209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5854137645362710209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5854137645362710209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5854137645362710209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-4-italy-milan.html' title='Day 4: Europe - Italy - Milan'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaL7PVDfxbI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Beh92BHzoEo/s72-c/mil01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5944236105315555957</id><published>2011-04-10T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:24:44.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Day 3: Europe - Italy - Venice</title><content type='html'>When I saw Venice, I am reminded that Italy regarded water as their wealth. Venice is a water city in itself - built on an archipelago of 117 islands formed by 177 canals in a shallow lagoon, connected by 409 bridges. During the olden times, most of the transportation or travelling was done on water. Many believed that Venice will sink due to the infrastructure that is sitting on water, with centuries of clay slowly eroding day by day. I've heard that when I was 20, and I am still able to visit this enchanting city. On another note, when there are high tides, people require wooden planks stacked around the city to move around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaEtVjE_7XI/AAAAAAAAAtU/JQIIrHu5vsY/s800/ven01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaEtYO3gddI/AAAAAAAAAtY/C7ItI0PQWSw/s800/ven02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaEta5WRXzI/AAAAAAAAAtc/DltYpvl-C3E/s800/ven03.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Venice is famous for its ornate glass-work, known as Venetian glass. It is world-renowned for being colourful, elaborate, and skilfully made. Where else to witness exquisite skills but the glass factory. Strictly no photos allowed inside due to copyright infringements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaEtctQwpMI/AAAAAAAAAtg/K-XuMvDfoA4/s800/ven04.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This glass factory delights visitors with live demonstrations of the ancient art of glass blowing and has a showroom where you can purchase Murano glass pieces at mind-blowing prices as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaEtgM2Pl0I/AAAAAAAAAtk/0oG0t-8effo/s800/ven05.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We ended the trip on a gondola ride to experience the life of the Venetians, although I didn't get to hear the gondolier singing to make it all look more romantic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5944236105315555957?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5944236105315555957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5944236105315555957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5944236105315555957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5944236105315555957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-3-italy-venice.html' title='Day 3: Europe - Italy - Venice'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TaEtVjE_7XI/AAAAAAAAAtU/JQIIrHu5vsY/s72-c/ven01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-522816163073266718</id><published>2011-04-10T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T01:25:38.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Day 2: Europe - Italy - Pisa - Florence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8tfAbn-rI/AAAAAAAAAsY/RUGa2Z7kfwE/s800/pisa01.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next morning, we headed off to Pisa. What else to visit than the all famous Leaning Tower? It was said that during the construction, it was built on soft ground, hence the weight caused the structuer to be slightly tilted. But that didn't stop the Tuscanians from completing the structure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you noticed, the 3rd level onwards have been adjusted to balance back the structure. Truth be told, it was said that it was a Chinese who thought of a solution to prevent the tower from falling when it should have a couple of years ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8tgexkLdI/AAAAAAAAAsc/q1R6X78fa3E/s800/pisa02.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of our cheesy attemps to look like we're trying to support the falling tower. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8tia-iDsI/AAAAAAAAAsg/AqiCS88VmRI/s800/pisa03.JPG" width="510" height="754" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8tkkiPSBI/AAAAAAAAAsk/x9rqCQSjZxY/s800/pisa04.JPG" width="512" height="757" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8tmySmWII/AAAAAAAAAso/Os951I6toyk/s800/pisa05.JPG" width="512" height="757" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8tofrnfSI/AAAAAAAAAss/0HECufUxmRQ/s800/pisa06.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The air felt so cool even under the basking sun. Superb sights, superb weather and of course great photos all thanks to the DSLR, everything looked like it was out from a postcard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had magarita pizza for lunch before heading off to Florence - a city declared as a world heritage site by UNESCO and home for many of the famous artists. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8tpy5Sw7I/AAAAAAAAAsw/iiynsPsMSN4/s800/flo01.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8tsQ7_MYI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Cxf8JYH93IM/s800/flo02.JPG" width="512" height="757" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Italy is famous for their hand-crafted masks. Every piece is delicately painted, including the hefty price tag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8tt3_10uI/AAAAAAAAAs4/lMA76QSwP-M/s800/flo03.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No chance to open wallet yet so let's take a photo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8tuijA9CI/AAAAAAAAAs8/_dKad27f0gs/s800/flo04.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fantastic view of the Arno river at sunset &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8tvU1j-dI/AAAAAAAAAtA/C7NJytODtZU/s800/flo05.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We concluded that Tuscany cuisine was not to our taste bud despite the all acclaimed Florentine steak that the tour guide was raving about. We were more looking forward to Venice - the water city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-522816163073266718?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/522816163073266718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=522816163073266718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/522816163073266718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/522816163073266718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-2-europe-italy-pisa-florence.html' title='Day 2: Europe - Italy - Pisa - Florence'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8tfAbn-rI/AAAAAAAAAsY/RUGa2Z7kfwE/s72-c/pisa01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-2550004699865102184</id><published>2011-04-08T21:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:29:31.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Europe - Italy - Rome</title><content type='html'>The last time I went on a package tour, I swore to Dylan that I would never go on one again. But having to travel to Europe with a clueless husband and multiple luggages makes everything seemingly possible again. So after the long awaited trip, surviving 14 hours of flight, we land into one of the most beautiful city of Europe - Rome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8OtgT4g5I/AAAAAAAAAr8/6pEPFhv8Zfs/s800/italy01.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;First stop, the iconic symbol of Itlay - The Colosseum, originally known as The Flavian Ampitheatre. It is also famously recognized for holding gladiator fights and slavery executions re-enacted in the Gladiator movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8Ou-zLL0I/AAAAAAAAAsA/C9tTujWYLME/s800/italy02.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8OiNNIvnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/i0MBwSkwAbE/s800/italy03.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Notice the tiny little holes? It was said that the internal structure was made of premium quality material to hold the stonework. Hence, parts of the structure were extracted to re-use elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8OvwQ_13I/AAAAAAAAAsE/JMBZ7JNRjjI/s800/italy04.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Even if you're not a Catholic per se, one would certainly have to visit The Vatican City - home of the Pope. We were awed by the architectural intelligence that existed way before blueprints were invented. Every nook and corner of the building were so meticulously measured and designed that if you stand at a certain spot in the middle of St Peter's Square, you would see only one pillar at every angle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8OxAIu-5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/RhQvwAoqUu4/s800/italy05.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8OkJjYC1I/AAAAAAAAAr4/1GAbNe8IXVE/s800/italy06.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Savouring yummylicious Italian gelato in the icy cold weather... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up, we adjourned to Trevi fountain. It was heard that the Italians regarded water as fortune. So almost everywhere, you can see mini fountains to symbolize their abundance of wealth around the city. Legend has it that if you throw a coin over your left shoulder, it is believed that you would return to Rome. Two coins will lead you to a new romance, three would lead to marriage. I tossed a coin and sincerely wished to return to Rome one day with my love one in good health. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8Oyc_TaNI/AAAAAAAAAsM/SrW0Slnqyko/s800/italy07.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8OfGAAPsI/AAAAAAAAArs/pOkTJLUYFhA/s800/italy09.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8OgO4qQmI/AAAAAAAAArw/HwTs6FdLRo8/s800/italy08.JPG" width="511" height="343" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We spent one night in Rome before heading to Pisa and Florence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-2550004699865102184?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/2550004699865102184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=2550004699865102184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2550004699865102184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2550004699865102184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/04/25-mar-europe-italy-rome.html' title='Day 1: Europe - Italy - Rome'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TZ8OtgT4g5I/AAAAAAAAAr8/6pEPFhv8Zfs/s72-c/italy01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-6953010199503562328</id><published>2011-03-17T09:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T09:00:00.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indulgence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Grainy no more</title><content type='html'>I contemplated for the longest time to get a DSLR for many obvious reasons - too expensive, too high maintenance and the sure killer was too bulky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must get a DSLR for your Europe trip", came a voice ringing in my head. I thought my trusty Panasonic LX-3 semi-pro camera would do the trick until I saw C's photos. The scenaries were breath-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help much that there was an IT fair that had to come just a couple of weeks before my trip. "Is it a sign?" I asked myself. I applaud myself when I tried to push that idea out of my head and convinced myself that I didn't need this baby. That was until I test-run on Dewi's new toy - the EOS 600D. That is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they say, let the pictures do the talking. Of course, with my star model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TYDNZw9XmgI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YBUQoKVyj5k/s800/jay01.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TYDNYz09bEI/AAAAAAAAArM/nsjWt7h982Y/s800/jay02.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TYDNauVxoxI/AAAAAAAAArU/aA85jxUEwrI/s800/jay03.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now even with a bad photographer, with a bad angle, the quality looks good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TYDNahn2pBI/AAAAAAAAArY/bQxdDFXXs5g/s800/jay04.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TYDNb_ACHpI/AAAAAAAAArc/mAM8WwNbWTg/s800/jay05.JPG" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jayden with his score chart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The context behind is that the boy has to do something independantly, like brushing his own teeth, wearing his own clothes, keeping his toys and he'll be rewarded by 1 sticker. Collect 10 and he gets his favourite toy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jayden is pretty proud of his score chart and beams at the fact that he's just 2 sticker short of getting his prize. Keep it up son!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-6953010199503562328?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/6953010199503562328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=6953010199503562328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/6953010199503562328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/6953010199503562328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/03/grainy-no-more.html' title='Grainy no more'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TYDNZw9XmgI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YBUQoKVyj5k/s72-c/jay01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-3301931616393391098</id><published>2011-03-16T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:17:12.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>To Saigon</title><content type='html'>The man in the house usually leaves me cracking up my brain whenever an occasion arises - birthday, anniversay, festive season and whatever memorable day shared between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need anything" he said for his birthday. And because we were, or rather I was, itching for a short trip prior to our Europe escape, I chanced upon Tiger Airways having a really good bargain, and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TX9-TVGCcII/AAAAAAAAAqc/An6iRKx58X8/s400/hcm01.JPG" width="303" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TX9-Sc1v9II/AAAAAAAAAqU/3q1o8hhpeXo/s800/hcm02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The jade lettuce is actually a national treasure of Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TX9-TSQFqmI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Ujh2D9pkVSM/s800/hcm03.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lunch first then sight-seeing. Need to build up energy to walk, walk, walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TX9-dqUM9ZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/F0dV6xusmtU/s800/hcm04.JPG" width="500" height="367" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Behind us is Mr Ho Chi Minh himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TX9-W7px9bI/AAAAAAAAAqk/CxXhvmvEM7w/s800/hcm05.JPG" width="429" height="600" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city retained various ancient architecture, displaying a characteristic combination of Vietnamese, Chinese and European.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can clearly see, going by foot doesn't bring us to many places of sights. And so it was dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TX9-aBgPuXI/AAAAAAAAAqs/oLVW13R__3A/s800/hcm08.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Very interesting place where they laid out all the food spread in tables and you'll get to see how it's cooked. Food is yum-meh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TX9-VeBb-vI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Kn8AgSp8xvA/s800/hcm06.JPG" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Of course, other than giving your eyes a feast, one must do justice to their wallet by spending in a foreign land right? So it's shopping time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is HCM's version of Chinatown. It was more like a warehouse to me cause everything came in bulk and quantities and people were unloading, unpacking, packing, shipping out goods every single second! And did I mention in an orderly manner too? Shops were categorized by types so one section can be selling footwear, then another section hats, then another clothes. Very neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TX9-YE-j01I/AAAAAAAAAqo/_QKQiyAhLzI/s800/hcm07.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TX9-b7NUHYI/AAAAAAAAAqw/gAtWruPp6KM/s800/hcm09.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Took a day tour to visit the 'must-go' chu-ci tunnel, where they perserved the place when the war took place. It consists of a large network of underground tunnels used by their people to move around. We had a go to 'crawl' inside the tunnel which was already expanded for tourist purposes. I can only say, I cannot imagine myself being part of the war and crawling through these dark tiny holes, not knowing when I can see light. I truely emphatize the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after all the walking, eating, sweating, it's time to chill out with a cup of their home roasted coffee before heading to the airport. A great short trip after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TX9-cc-9D_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/lspvd6OcVGQ/s800/hcm10.JPG" width="500" height="356" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sipping hazelnut latte at their version of Starbucks cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-3301931616393391098?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/3301931616393391098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=3301931616393391098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3301931616393391098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3301931616393391098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-saigon.html' title='To Saigon'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TX9-TVGCcII/AAAAAAAAAqc/An6iRKx58X8/s72-c/hcm01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-8537322634327073731</id><published>2011-03-03T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:43:10.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>February is always busy</title><content type='html'>Ever since I got to know the man, February was never a quiet month anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 7th day of the week in that month, would mark a special meaning to us. 7th Feb - Our ROM Anniversary, 14th Feb - Valentine's Day, 20th Feb - Dylan's Birthday. Very convenient for me to combine all occasions to one gift too. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that Dylan needed a new pair of shades, selecting a gift for him was a breeze. Until it came to my turn, the golden question "So what do you want?" - in case he got me a box of horror gifts that would highly end up in the darkest corner of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while to pick the shade in the design and colour that Dylan wanted. I'm glad he went for my suggestion. Then a voice echoed "Why don't I get pair also?". I think the SA managed to pick up the vibe and conveniently suggested "We have this nice pair of shade in the same color lens as your hub." and proceeded to lay it on my hands. The rest is history... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oakleys in the same color lens for our anniversary cum valentine's gift - how appropriate to the theme! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TW-kLRGup7I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Pc0TRXLGcFo/s800/feb00.JPG" width="500" height="351" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On other news, we also had mini celebration sessions on both side of friends. Lots of good food, fun and laughter. Can you see why I don't bother to make a "Eat less" resolution for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TW-kMOm6jRI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Ts0ef6NXcpU/s800/feb01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TW-kM9B1feI/AAAAAAAAAqA/1Egea4SQquY/s800/feb02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 33rd Birthday to my old man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next up, your birthday treat from me to Ho Chi Minh! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-8537322634327073731?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/8537322634327073731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=8537322634327073731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8537322634327073731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8537322634327073731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/03/february-is-almost-busy.html' title='February is always busy'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TW-kLRGup7I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Pc0TRXLGcFo/s72-c/feb00.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-7291834694509933972</id><published>2011-02-22T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:04:04.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reunion dinners used to have a special meaning for me. It bears the definition of bonding, family get togethers and savouring delectable food for 15 hard days. It is also miracle that I can still fit in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to rush through 2 reunions in a night for the past 4 years have begun to wear me out. I have no idea why either side refused or even compromise to hold it on seperate days. The chore of having to gobble down food in 30 mins and then drive at lightning speed to the next destination, only to suffer another round of naggings is simply a killjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, despite being so resentful and whiney, I know I should still be thankful that my loved ones are happy and healthy. Enough of complaints, here are the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't win any $$$ during gamble sessions but I hope that doesn't translates to my fortune going down the drain this year. (Mental note: Cannot spend too much. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TU7PS9WjPgI/AAAAAAAAAog/6TJKlo-qDag/s800/cny01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TU7PT3VrGKI/AAAAAAAAAok/YWLKuckVMTk/s800/cny02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TU7PUtImYMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Nx0a_6FaFeM/s800/cny03.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-7291834694509933972?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/7291834694509933972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=7291834694509933972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7291834694509933972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7291834694509933972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/02/reunion-dinners-used-to-have-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TU7PS9WjPgI/AAAAAAAAAog/6TJKlo-qDag/s72-c/cny01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5830868376043883541</id><published>2011-02-11T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T13:15:15.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Finally found a blog app that is able to upload photos without a charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, Chinese New Year came and gone. Jayden has been in daycare for two months now. Everyday he tells me he hates school but always come back with a smiley face. I'm not sure which is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off to Vietnam, Ho Chi Minh next week to celebrate hub's birthday - My gift to him including myself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meanwhile, Happy Rabbit Year to all! Huat ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a title="Uploaded from BlogBooster" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TVTEPTpVl4I/AAAAAAAAAo8/BcarsnG_oPI/BB_Photo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="Jayden" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TVTEPTpVl4I/AAAAAAAAAo8/BcarsnG_oPI/BB_Photo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="BB_SIGN_BEGIN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5830868376043883541?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5830868376043883541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5830868376043883541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5830868376043883541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5830868376043883541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TVTEPTpVl4I/AAAAAAAAAo8/BcarsnG_oPI/s72-c/BB_Photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-3338861632722529894</id><published>2011-02-07T11:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:55:12.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Ushering another new year</title><content type='html'>I didn't mean to have this late post. But I was waiting for *ahem* some overdued photos which is still overdued because someone is busy sipping red wine on the other side of the globe. *looks at C's direction sternly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, despite our ever-increasing hectic schedule, that never stopped us from having our ritual New Year dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, C picked a quaint gem spot somewhere on the west. The ambience was good, food came in decent portions, topped up with a nice bottle of wine - simply divine. It is little moments like these that makes me appreciate my life is pampered. :) Thanks for the great food &amp;amp; company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TU7PSdncjuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/hw7AnsVqTvE/s800/nye01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our 5th New Year Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to dig out last year new year dinner posts and I came across my &lt;a href="http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-over-yet.html"&gt;2010 resolutions.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 long holiday, probably USA or Japan &amp;amp; 1 short holiday, hopefully to bring Jayden along to Hong Kong &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Went to Club Med Bali with my parents and had many other short trips] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more patient to Jayden &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Still trying to attain zen]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrating my 30th birthday overseas with my gfs &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Celebrated at Festive hotel instead]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going diving again &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Unfortunately, I'm not sure when this will ever happen :( ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my dream bag - Chanel 2.55 Classic Jumbo (when can I own you!) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Hopefully in my upcoming trip!!! Got a Balenciaga to make up for the 'loss']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staying healthy - swimming and hitting the gym every week &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[This has dwindled to once a month affair]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going health screenings yearly - have to plan one for Dylan soon &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Did mine, not so good. Still trying to psycho the man to do it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start saving to plan for house shifting in 2 years time &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Savings will start after Europe trip]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay on my current job at least for &gt; 2 years (I job hop every 2 years) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[I don't know if I should be proud of this but I have achieved it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Further studies to enhance my portfolio and of course better pay to fulfil Pt 8 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[Not happening yet]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided not to have any resolutions for 2011 although there will be some points above that will be on repetitive mode - Health, savings and family. My motto is simple - Keep moving forward and enjoy life to the fullest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So with that, I leave some photos of the past. I think we haven't aged much! :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S12uzy8VyUI/AAAAAAAAE90/mqQRMrQwHEQ/s800/nye01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2009 @ Conrad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/SVzd3VUHuiI/AAAAAAAABvs/uLMS6dyIDEw/s400/flyer02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2008 @ Kushinbo &amp;amp; Flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157773046965127986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/R5QXQlhwyzI/AAAAAAAAACM/0Ym-EoWw4wo/s400/jd_nye03.jpg" width="360" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 @ Hanabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015426096028842546" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/RZpfdiMF-jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EBcE_uQbrdo/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015430412470975042" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/RZpjYyMF-kI/AAAAAAAAABI/VJojkfz-yrw/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2006 - @ The Line with no kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cheers to another great year!!! Now where should we go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-3338861632722529894?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/3338861632722529894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=3338861632722529894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3338861632722529894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3338861632722529894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/02/ushering-another-new-year.html' title='Ushering another new year'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TU7PSdncjuI/AAAAAAAAAoc/hw7AnsVqTvE/s72-c/nye01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-6503488786013431689</id><published>2011-01-21T17:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T18:11:48.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Reflecting 2010</title><content type='html'>I know 2010 is very much long and gone but I thought I should pen down some moments to remind myself that I'm blessed to have lived another year smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the son, one would be when he started his pre-school at TRBK. I think he really enjoyed &lt;strike&gt;learning&lt;/strike&gt; playing in this school albeit a short 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S3-Ohy0-F5I/AAAAAAAAE_M/NkrUjj38l9I/s800/jay1stsch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some milestones (if you call it that way) achievements, We managed to 1) wean Jayden from the &lt;a href="http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/02/10.html"&gt;pacifier&lt;/a&gt; when he was only 2, 2) wean off the &lt;a href="http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/09/toilet-training.html"&gt;diaper&lt;/a&gt; at night and lastly getting him to poo in the potty. Of course, that translates to alot of savings $$$ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come April, Dylan switched to a &lt;a href="http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-it-can-get-worse.html"&gt;new job&lt;/a&gt; after serving for 5 years in his ex company. It was a pretty neat pay jump which complimented to a better lifestyle for us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in May, I managed to go on a &lt;a href="http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/05/retreat.html"&gt;holiday trip&lt;/a&gt; with my parents. Something I've been wanting to do, also serves up as a memory for Jayden with his maternal grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_Kz2Mb0sOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/-H2hXWizBow/s800/bali11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, how can one forget how I bade farewell to being 20s. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TEKtcOVPsiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/FYAamyzi3vA/s800/fest08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first NDP experience as a family with the nation. Jayden has started to learn to say the pledge in both languages and also singing the national anthem in school. It would have been more apt if we go this year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TGbA9ULXtDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hcf72ij6Svc/s800/ndp01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also happens to be the year our boy turned 3 while his mother turned 30. I wished I had one less zero though. We also attended his 1st pre-school graduation. I almost cried when I saw my shy boy performed in front of 200 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TMBG6R3zf0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/7dJZ_U3becA/s800/3rdbday04.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say 2010 had been an awesome 365 days although we did have a few hiccups - one with me having a &lt;a href="http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/09/flat.html"&gt;flat tyre&lt;/a&gt; on an expressway and also our unfortunate encounter to hunt for &lt;a href="http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-hunting.html"&gt;another school&lt;/a&gt; for Jayden. The latter turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I now no longer have to worry about having no one to take care of my son or pull last minute surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2010 was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMASHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am certainly embracing for a bountiful 2011 too! What's up? My treat to Dylan's birthday trip to Ho Chi Minh in Feb and our (or rather mine) long awaited trip to Europe in March!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-6503488786013431689?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/6503488786013431689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=6503488786013431689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/6503488786013431689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/6503488786013431689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflecting-2010.html' title='Reflecting 2010'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S3-Ohy0-F5I/AAAAAAAAE_M/NkrUjj38l9I/s72-c/jay1stsch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5767164747116384424</id><published>2010-12-30T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:07:51.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Before the year ends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am compelled to blog for the last time before I head off in less than 6 hours, on another road trip to Malaysia and spend countdown in a frenzied pool of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has come and gone. So many events had taken place, so many experiences and memories to jot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending the countdown with this group of friends have become a ritual for the past 6 years. We are that committed to the extent that I would leave Jayden in my in-laws care just to avoid the many other issues - meltdown, being a handful and most important of all, getting lost in the crowd. I feel the guilt every time. :( Sorry boy. Hopefully you can join us next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I leave the country, let me leave some photos behind of what we had done for X'mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year X'mas proved to the most exhausting but fulfillng one. Perhaps also because we had 2 house gatherings in a single row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TRya7FEtrdI/AAAAAAAAAnw/xTwuebf60KI/s800/24_xmas01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TRya8yZlFQI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Aj-TimzbL-g/s800/24_xmas02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TRya7-ONJGI/AAAAAAAAAn0/1KRCvGeCKQo/s800/24_xmas03.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the son really understood the meaning of Christmas. Perhaps it meant ripping open many many delightful presents from people who loved him. Thank you Aunties and Uncles for the gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TRya9ubiqoI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Iop0NRdDxLg/s800/24_xmas04.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TRya-Xi49XI/AAAAAAAAAoA/weBLjQd6M1c/s800/25_xmas01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TRya_Dj5g5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/IyrlHpJFIlw/s800/25_xmas02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TRya-ksIT0I/AAAAAAAAAoE/nX3yyoUZqxk/s800/25_xmas03.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry X'mas and Happy New Year!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write when I'm back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5767164747116384424?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5767164747116384424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5767164747116384424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5767164747116384424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5767164747116384424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-year-ends.html' title='Before the year ends...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TRya7FEtrdI/AAAAAAAAAnw/xTwuebf60KI/s72-c/24_xmas01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-4904156661515720114</id><published>2010-12-27T09:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:29:00.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Relief</title><content type='html'>I conclude that this is one of the hardest milestone for Jayden. Sleeping through the night, weaning off the pacifier, sleeping in his own room, being diaper free at night - all these seemed mediocre to having to tell the son that poo-ing while standing up in his diaper is not the proper way for bowel movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times where the boy would rather just constipate throughout the weekend or go red in the face when I refused to give him the diaper thinking that he would have no choice but to do his dump at the potty. It was 3 months ago when Jayden went &lt;a href="http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/09/toilet-training.html"&gt;diaper free&lt;/a&gt; even at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if it was peer pressure or education from school. One fine day, when the son mentioned he needed to poo, I gingerly asked if we could try the potty - and he AGREED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is a smelly price to pay. I had to sit through the entire session, holding his hands and even pretended I was poo-ing TOGETHER with him. Kids just don't want to feel left out I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was all worth it. Jayden has successfully managed to poo in the potty without STANDING UP and IN DIAPER! And after a few sessions with him, Jayden has now requested for me to stand outside the toilet with doors closed while I wait for him to finish his business, knowing that I can't stand the stench. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, it is a HUGE relief for me to annouce that my boy is finally DIAPER FREE! WOOHOO! More savings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to reward the son than ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555182909109609794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TRf5bFfMpUI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xYHqHGlGHd8/s400/IMG_0734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-4904156661515720114?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/4904156661515720114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=4904156661515720114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4904156661515720114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4904156661515720114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/12/relief.html' title='Relief'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TRf5bFfMpUI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xYHqHGlGHd8/s72-c/IMG_0734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5788788278558519306</id><published>2010-12-19T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:09:15.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>When Jayden was a baby, he was a defensive and shy boy who refused to participate in any of the playscape or party activities. Fast forward 3 years later, he still is and it has become extremely difficult to encourage the kid to join in with the rest whilst he's missing out on all the fun. On the contrary, the boy seemed to prefer giving the 'fun' a miss and not jostle with the rest of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that this shyness will go away when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TQ2RiVRuP6I/AAAAAAAAAm4/GPY42OX0BGg/s800/dawnson.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos are deluding though it shows that he is having alot of fun - ON HIS OWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TQ2RjMxx54I/AAAAAAAAAm8/8y7CgyDQ9xw/s800/dawnson02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dawson turns 2 and he is almost the same height as Jayden! *gulp*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5788788278558519306?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5788788278558519306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5788788278558519306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5788788278558519306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5788788278558519306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TQ2RiVRuP6I/AAAAAAAAAm4/GPY42OX0BGg/s72-c/dawnson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-2097708713652889916</id><published>2010-12-19T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T12:52:36.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indulgence'/><title type='text'>That 1 year itch</title><content type='html'>Apart from the almost-weekly-sinful retail shopping, I realized I have a terrible habit. It usually comes as a yearly itch that I find it hard to curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would have made it this year without any new purchases but this was too hard to resist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TQ2JE8Ht4yI/AAAAAAAAAms/Qq3r-4_DsDw/s800/xmas01.JPG" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TQ2JFtXULtI/AAAAAAAAAmw/bi7fFg7TwSo/s800/xmas02.JPG" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Balenciaga Classic City 10th Anniversary Edition in Lizard Embossed skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TQ2JFy1evuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6ARFG4oC464/s800/xmas03.JPG" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Interior fabric is in animal print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So will I break the curse next day? It is undeniably a challenge considering that we'll be going to Europe in March!!! *beams* How is it possibly acceptable to come back from Europe EMPTY-HANDED?! (as I typed this, the hub in background is shaking his head)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, how can I miss X'mas not buying gifts for the two boys in my house? Then again, isn't X'mas supposed to be a season for spending, spending, spending? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TQ2JEZY7nZI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RvJkU5YWxrY/s800/xmas04.JPG" width="500" height="389" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-2097708713652889916?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/2097708713652889916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=2097708713652889916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2097708713652889916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2097708713652889916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/12/that-1-year-itch.html' title='That 1 year itch'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TQ2JE8Ht4yI/AAAAAAAAAms/Qq3r-4_DsDw/s72-c/xmas01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-4355740972979375303</id><published>2010-12-07T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:59:45.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TP4dvEg1BKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/JWOPQTC-gYE/s800/agape01.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Dec - Jayden started his new school @ Agape Little Uni. Like every worried wart mother, I made sure I packed everything in his bag, droned in his ears everyday that he's going to a new school and make new friends and hoped he has a smooth transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TP4dseSBujI/AAAAAAAAAmE/UUZu8J98DeU/s400/agape02.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Photo taken by Jayden - Not bad eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The 1st 2 days were pretty easy. He went to school with a smiley face, bade farewell to me and lasted till the end of the day. Well done boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my worries were unnecessary until Day 3 arrived. The boy suddenly burst into tears when we turned into the carpark and refused to go to school. Biting my lips, I handed him to the teachers and assured him that I'll come to pick him up when school ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 4 days now. It is getting better - at least I perceived to be. The poor boy will try to fight back his tears and told me he'll be brave. Jayden will request a goodbye hug each time I leave him at daycare before he slowly walked back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches each time he does that. :( I hate this feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-4355740972979375303?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/4355740972979375303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=4355740972979375303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4355740972979375303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4355740972979375303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TP4dvEg1BKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/JWOPQTC-gYE/s72-c/agape01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-7878953121359270849</id><published>2010-12-07T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:59:17.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;** Bon's ROM **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TP4drQoCwpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/R9dYR-n-NUA/s400/bon01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The long awaited day. Finally my girlfriend has tied the knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon is one of the few friends I grew up with. We shared almost every secrets together, exchanged gossips on the cutest guy in school, worked part-time during school holidays and did alot of silly naughty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We literally watched each other grew up, saw the guys we've dated and finally settling down. I cannot believe we've grown so old!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TP4dttbHCsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/SA1CWSked5E/s800/bon02.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Obviously, the gal has a serious obsession with Cookie Monster since secondary school days. Everything was in blue! From the flowers, to the carpet (yes, people use red carpet but she used blue!), to the balloons, cake and even the ring bearer! Very innovative indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats babe! Looking forward to your customary one year later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** Company D&amp;amp;D @ Fullerton Bay Lantern **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="500" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TP4ducRt6xI/AAAAAAAAAmM/snr6OoFEgJQ/s800/rio01.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The D&amp;amp;D was nothing to rave about. I never really relish the idea of stand-up cocktails as everyone was everywhere and in a mess! However, having to go for an event meant that I needed a new dress to wear. Of course, also an excuse for myself to shop shop shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C's blogshop &lt;a href="http://lamodashoppe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Modashoppe&lt;/a&gt; happened to launch a range of dresses days before the event. What appropriate timing! The best thing about it was I managed to get to wear the dress prior to their official launch! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the D&amp;amp;D. I was aiming for the iPad that I was literally chanting under my breath. In the end I won a "$100 NTUC voucher" *gua gua gua* No iPad for my kid but still have free milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll still be around next year to win some travel vouchers. *cross fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-7878953121359270849?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/7878953121359270849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=7878953121359270849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7878953121359270849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7878953121359270849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/12/celebrations.html' title='Celebrations'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TP4drQoCwpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/R9dYR-n-NUA/s72-c/bon01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-8532181094579323351</id><published>2010-11-21T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:39:00.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Kuantan 4 - 6 Nov</title><content type='html'>We went apprehensively but came back a few kilos heavier and collected some beautiful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departed the house as early as 6am and another 6 hours later, we arrived at Swiss Garden Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were mildly impressed... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resort was spacious and the rooms were clean - that was enough to make our stay pleasant. Most hotel photos always turned out differently from the actual thing so we learnt that lowering our expectations when travelling would make your trip a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TOkon5RQVAI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wkzasaSs__o/s800/kt01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TOkopDJvRRI/AAAAAAAAAlY/2EWHRh9Bvvg/s800/kt02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had the entire beach to ourselves on Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TOkoqugR5MI/AAAAAAAAAlc/CF_JBY_3bZM/s800/kt03.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TOkor48jUKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Yc6QUwmDotI/s800/kt04.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TOkos1XdtQI/AAAAAAAAAlk/sWBeKx1lFCM/s800/kt05.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The entire trip consisted a myriad of good food, sand and water play and the unforgettable company from the Lims. I've never seen Jayden had more fun from the past trips than he had clowning around with Chloe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And who can forget how we managed to stuff 2 25" huge-ass luggages, 2 car sets, 2 strollers, 5 adults and 3 children in ONE car. I could almost hear the car suspension whining in pain. Hur hur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks for the great trip Lims! Certainly more to come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-8532181094579323351?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/8532181094579323351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=8532181094579323351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8532181094579323351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8532181094579323351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/11/kuantan-4-6-nov.html' title='Kuantan 4 - 6 Nov'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TOkon5RQVAI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wkzasaSs__o/s72-c/kt01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5708201784887056956</id><published>2010-11-19T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:38:36.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of Jayden's pre-nursery class at Thomson Baptist Kindergarden (TRBK). Ironically, today is also 1 month passed his 3rd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never dawned upon me until today that my son will be moving on to another environment. When I dropped him at school this morning, bringing cupcakes for the party and small gifts for his teachers, I then realized that today is the last day my boy will see his teachers, a place he has grown accustomed to for the past 9 months, sharing happy memories with his friends and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he like his new school? How long will it take for him to get used to the new environment? Will we need to change to another school because of external factors - distance, teachers, curriculum, environment, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never know until you've tried" - Everyone would say. So I guess that's really nothing I can do except hope that J gets adjusted as quickly and smoothly as possible. That his immunity system is strong enough to fight away the many diseases at the daycare centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been preparing alot of things to make the boy feel comfortable with the transition - new bag, lunchbox, beddings, sweater, things that would make him feel familiar and not cry himself to sleep at a foreign place. Telling him on a daily basis that come X'mas he will have to go to a new school and meet new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, have received Jayden's year-end review at school. Comparing from mid-year performance, it appears that he has improved although I suspect it's just a tactic to make the parents feel better. Till date, the son can only read numbers from 1 - 10, shapes and colors but has no idea on alphabets. That worries me. I need to buck up pronto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5708201784887056956?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5708201784887056956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5708201784887056956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5708201784887056956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5708201784887056956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/11/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-2125296646438864632</id><published>2010-11-03T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:27:07.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Road trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TNEpkB19inI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Kmvsy6iPTFo/s1600/kuantan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535251115961846386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TNEpkB19inI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Kmvsy6iPTFo/s400/kuantan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In less than 12 hours, the Yip family will be out on the road on their way to East Coast of Malaysia - Kuantan with the Lim family. I have no inkling idea what is there but I do know there is a beach. And that itself could be enough to survive on a 3D2N with a very hyperactive child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will also be our first virgin road trip as a family and also our car first long haul drive. I hope he serve us well after the previous tyre scare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be a long and arduous 6 hour drive. Please let there be good weather!!!&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/9095775204658529153-2125296646438864632?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/2125296646438864632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=2125296646438864632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2125296646438864632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2125296646438864632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/11/road-trip.html' title='Road trip'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TNEpkB19inI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Kmvsy6iPTFo/s72-c/kuantan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-1864294923856406125</id><published>2010-11-02T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:41:31.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Preschool graduation ceremony</title><content type='html'>Up till today, then I realized how much my boy has grown. I must say I am very impressed with how the teachers handled the kids, coaching them to dance to a song, stand on the stage without running around and most important of all, having lots of fun in the midst of all these preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised at myself when I got a little emotional looking at the K2 graduates donning their graduation gown and going onstage to get their certificates. I could imagine myself tearing when it would be Jayden's turn as he proceeds to elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden used to be very clingy to us whenever there's a crowd. Hence, I was also a little apprehensive on how the boy would react seeing such a big audience on stage. But once the music came on, he was dancing confidently and flashing his biggest smile. So amazing! I would have froze on the spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pre-N class danced to the tune "Round the clock" by Bill Haley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TM7Cum9UKvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_9W1cf3XiZc/s800/grad.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If you noticed, the poor fella was the shortest in the class. *gua gua gua* So determined to get the boy to play basketball when he grows up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a video of his performance. Times like these, I wished I had a super zoom anti-shake camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16391707" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-1864294923856406125?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/1864294923856406125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=1864294923856406125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1864294923856406125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1864294923856406125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/11/preschool-graduation-ceremony.html' title='Preschool graduation ceremony'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TM7Cum9UKvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_9W1cf3XiZc/s72-c/grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-8177470645735413381</id><published>2010-11-02T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T09:21:35.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Sleep training</title><content type='html'>The things we do to encourage the boy to sleep on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trained Jayden to sleep in his room since he was 8 months old. Until when he turned 2 and found out that sleeping on his own isn't all that comfy as squeezing in a queen size bed with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there comes the many other conniving excuses as well - "Mummy, I'm scared of the pig above my room. There's a Z monster under the bed. I can't sleep in my room it's too hot." So we left him in the comfort zone of our room for about a year, sleeping on a thin mattress on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I told Liv "It's time he needs a proper bed." That was it. And so it began the search for a decent bed to convince the son that sleeping on it was way more fun than squeezing with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to get the Thomas train bed but the size was way too small for a growing kid. Besides, it was only available in the States and hand-carrying the item seemed impossible although I know C's BIL made it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I recalled the time we visited a local furniture shop selling kids furniture. I was also dreadfully reminded how the son bawled when we tried to pull him away from the double decker bus bed and said it was too big for the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year later, we brought him back to the shop to re-select his bed. And courtesy of his godma, he is now a proud owner of a red fire truck bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TM7CtyaayGI/AAAAAAAAAks/MRg5coqOwcs/s800/bed.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, is Jayden comfortably sleeping on his own now? He still requests for us to accompany him during bedtime. But at least he wakes up on his own now and proclaimed that he had a good sleep. Oh, and he's fully night diaper free too! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-8177470645735413381?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/8177470645735413381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=8177470645735413381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8177470645735413381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8177470645735413381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleep-training.html' title='Sleep training'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TM7CtyaayGI/AAAAAAAAAks/MRg5coqOwcs/s72-c/bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-3810256249574544237</id><published>2010-10-19T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:58:49.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>The 3rd year</title><content type='html'>Everytime of this year, I would be like a frantic mother going through my mental list to ensure that the son has the most enjoyable time on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After holding mega celebrations for 2 consecutive years, I told Dylan that we should keep things simple for fear that I cannot live up to Jayden's expectations of a smashing celebration as he grows older. Well, to use the word simple, is always an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TMBJ-Z693YI/AAAAAAAAAko/XUneL6dJKlA/s800/3rdbday09.jpg" width="500" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10-10-2010: Celebrating with his friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TMBG4pblDmI/AAAAAAAAAkM/sj6DXAKVddw/s800/3rdbday01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;16-10-2010: Celebration with Godma @ T3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TMBG5AWkaiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/laHd43l97Mo/s800/3rdbday02.jpg" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;11am: Met up with Liv for furniture selection. After much contemplation, we decided to get the Fire Truck bed for Jayden, courtesy from his godma. We had a hard time trying to reason with him that green color just don't suit his room style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230pm: Lunch @ Sakae Pasta. I made a horrible choice of braised meat sandwich. Imagine they used normal sunshine bread! Thereafter, we proceeded for ice-cream. Jayden picked his own mini volcano and happily gobbled down 3 scoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TMBG5u9ccaI/AAAAAAAAAkU/BiczPp-XbH8/s800/3rdbday03.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17-10-2010: Dim Sum Lunch @ Ritz Carlton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TMBG6R3zf0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/7dJZ_U3becA/s800/3rdbday04.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Met up with my maternal family for lunch. My dad initially wanted to order an ice-cream cake but I flatly rejected as we had to head out later. And so, my mom picked a cake from The Patissier. Chocolate cake with marshmellows - what a great choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TMBG8EmLrMI/AAAAAAAAAkg/f-33-WTvGPg/s800/3rdbday06.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;19-10-2010: Actual day celebration @ School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am only thankful we had a car to load all the stuff and drive straight to school. One big bag of goody bags, the cake, his clothes for outing after school. I cannot imagine lugging it around and hailing a taxi underneath the scorching heat. &lt;p&gt;The celebration was pretty simple. The teachers gathered the kids to the table, made them sing a song for the birthday boy and viola, all done. &lt;p&gt;Jayden was exceptionally a good host that day, cutting cake and ensuring everyone had a piece of it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;** TIME TO OPEN PRESENTS **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TMBG8tWIvhI/AAAAAAAAAkk/gVaqN8R2Uw0/s800/3rdbday07.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden couldn't wait till the actual day and requested to open all his presents. I am impressed that my friends took notice of the things Jayden likes and got him things he had mentioned to them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly beats being a kid these days. J's roomful of toys has proliferated at such an alarming rate that has gone beyond storage control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I say. As long the son is happy, I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 3rd Birthday son! We're glad you've enjoyed your birthday. Please continue to stay healthy and happy. Mummy and Daddy love you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TMBG4DcSWII/AAAAAAAAAkI/1tARzS7dx_A/s800/3rdbday08.JPG" width="518" height="394" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-3810256249574544237?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/3810256249574544237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=3810256249574544237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3810256249574544237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3810256249574544237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/10/3rd-year.html' title='The 3rd year'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TMBJ-Z693YI/AAAAAAAAAko/XUneL6dJKlA/s72-c/3rdbday09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5413205303259601396</id><published>2010-10-12T16:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:59:04.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I need more space</title><content type='html'>I think everyone would agree that heels are like the 2nd most important accessory other than holding the latest IT bag over your wrist. A nice looking pair of heels accentuates the contours of your legs, a decent 4 incher provides an instant boost to your ego and of course, different colours denote for different occasions. Something the hub can never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger and just started in the career world, I used to only own ONE pair of heels. &lt;strong&gt;Yes you got that right&lt;/strong&gt;. The classic dodgy thin strappy with your toe sticking out black heels. I was a complete case of Ugly Betty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fast forward 10 years later, I bought my own house. Designed my own shoe rack the way it has to be to fit the design of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong move.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make sure that my next house, the shoe rack has to be designed to fit my shoe collections, not the other way round! I now have shoes stuffed in my clothes wardrobe as the rack had ran out of space! *gulp* And the clothes wardrobe is another space issue! *double gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it's not bad enough that I'm a poor space planner, I have also successfully instilled my love for shoes onto my son. I dug out Jayden's shoes for house-keeping one day and almost had a shock of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it even get to there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="385" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TLReFhr2S-I/AAAAAAAAAj0/zxkoTi8vXlc/s800/shoes.JPG" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Taken at 26 months so collection has since increased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Buying shoes for the son suddenly become a collector's hobby. Whenever I go on business trips or holidays, I would try to scout for shoes that are different from the ones we get locally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should really tell myself to stop buying stuff like these for the boy. I don't even know if he would wear them eventually. And yes, we don't even want to go into clothes now..... ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TLRhu4R_sjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/NOzoSW0jGE8/s400/wardrobe.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5413205303259601396?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5413205303259601396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5413205303259601396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5413205303259601396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5413205303259601396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-need-more-space.html' title='I need more space'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TLReFhr2S-I/AAAAAAAAAj0/zxkoTi8vXlc/s72-c/shoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-9115965899168646406</id><published>2010-10-03T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:23:49.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday affairs</title><content type='html'>Every time I re-visited brunch, my love for eggs are rekindled. Forget about sunny side up, half-boiled or scrambled. Eggs benedict brings you to another level. Top it up with smoked salmon and you're swooned over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since C decided to keep Ziv away from the boring Shicida classes, we have more opportunity to explore places around that serves a good pack of brunch. Some are even worth the return visits. One of them would be Riders Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the simple concept of having horses around to entertain the kids. And although they have recently changed their menu, their warm toast and scones still saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TKiaQYGMS6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/6BqbILaYIQM/s800/brunch_riders01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TKiaRNOLPTI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6t2CMUY0a7c/s800/brunch_riders02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TKiaRcc1HrI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/5UyqkF6_4Pw/s800/brunch_riders03.jpg" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Enjoying himself @ Paragon after a heavy meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** BIRTHDAY BRUNCH @ TANGLIN TREE **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we decided to dish away holding a mega celebration for J. There will only be seperate sessions with our family and closer friends who saw J growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them would naturally be his 3 month older kor kor Ziv. So what better way to celebrate than to have it over a brunch session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, venue was at Tanglin Tree. It had a mini playground and a sand pit. What perfect way to keep the kids busy while we sip on our latte serenading the cool breeze and pristine blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TKiaSCwpQ2I/AAAAAAAAAjU/mtqPFsB0Nak/s800/brunch_tree01.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TKiaS5CQaxI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cHKI2E9AWKI/s800/brunch_tree02.jpg" width="500" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to C and family for getting the strawberry cheesecake. The adults were so stuff with brunch that we only had a few mouthfuls of the cake. The kids however, always have stomach to finish up a piece of yummy cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First celebration down and perhaps a few more mini sessions to go! In less than 2.5 weeks, my kid is turning 3 and hopefully TT (Terrible Twos) would also be gone by then?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-9115965899168646406?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/9115965899168646406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=9115965899168646406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/9115965899168646406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/9115965899168646406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/10/lazy-sunday-affairs.html' title='Lazy Sunday affairs'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TKiaQYGMS6I/AAAAAAAAAjI/6BqbILaYIQM/s72-c/brunch_riders01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5802066258683324052</id><published>2010-09-25T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T23:31:44.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Almost 3</title><content type='html'>In just less than 30 days, my boy will turn 3. Every time of this year, I am reminded that I am a mother to a child. From the times when he could only cry to communicate, coo and smile at my silly actions, trying to get on his feet and now to little young man who will often tell me that I nag too much at him. -_- Yes, he is no longer the defenceless infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will certainly miss the times where I could cradle him in my arms effortlessly. Now, 14kg could only last a short moment before my arms ache and shiver - and sometimes I wonder why it never developed into muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also reminisce on the times where Jayden looked at me as if I belong to his entire world. Now, he can play independantly or hang out with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am cherishing the moments where he showers me with endless kisses and hugs, saying "I love you Mummy". I am pretty sure those 3 words will vanish as he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TJysSFHR2_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/iz-pdprOlNY/s800/bash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just last week, the Oct 07 mummies religiously celebrated the kids 3rd birthday @ Modestos Vivo. It is interesting to see that alot has upgraded to a mother of two. Whilst I still have alot of catch up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248472040939431298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/SNZRg33DpYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RNa31QF5mrM/s400/bash01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1st Oct bash @ YCK Grassroots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/SsIjciSUkVI/AAAAAAAAElw/ZFrbJdQTIkM/s800/bash01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to all the Oct 07 babies! Not sure how long this will sustain. But I'd like to see the kids grow up together and have a laugh at themselves. Wouldn't it be nice? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5802066258683324052?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5802066258683324052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5802066258683324052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5802066258683324052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5802066258683324052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/09/almost-3.html' title='Almost 3'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TJysSFHR2_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/iz-pdprOlNY/s72-c/bash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-1213854650168892769</id><published>2010-09-24T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:08:12.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Sep is a month for shows</title><content type='html'>In a span of 2 weeks, we have brought our little man to the Barney Space &lt;strike&gt;mis-adventure&lt;/strike&gt; Adventure show and Voyage de La Vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TJysQolIsLI/AAAAAAAAAi4/qEAT3IurEmE/s800/show01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more of a promise to Jayden as we have missed the show previous year. So far, we have brought him to watch Thomas, Hi-5 and some other children recital plays. And to our &lt;strike&gt;amazement&lt;/strike&gt; disappointment, Barney show was the least entertaining - at least to the adults. Even Jayden said so himself. So I guess this will be the last we see of the purple dinosaur *HALLELUJAH*!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TJysRe2i0YI/AAAAAAAAAi8/7G3DjPjPu4g/s800/show02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Complimentary from my mom, we were treated to the highest accolades show in Singapore. Thinking that the boy will be amused by the fireworks and baffling acts, we were pretty happy to bring Jayden along for his first 'circus' act - until the timid boy literally covered his eyes with both hands throughout the entire cast. It looked more like a painful ordeal to him than anything entertaining. SO GLAD THAT IT'S COMPLIMENTARY and not a waste of money. Still, I preferred the Cirque de Soliel anytime than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will be our next show? Little man has requested for Toy Story to come to town lately. Oh man. What a tough choice to fulfil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-1213854650168892769?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/1213854650168892769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=1213854650168892769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1213854650168892769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1213854650168892769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/09/sep-is-month-for-shows.html' title='Sep is a month for shows'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TJysQolIsLI/AAAAAAAAAi4/qEAT3IurEmE/s72-c/show01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-746471616286252573</id><published>2010-09-24T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:31:09.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Man in the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TJynKqr7_KI/AAAAAAAAAi0/lf7-pX4lEOs/s800/study.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I often wonder if we play conflicting roles in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dylan does most of the chores as the neurotic man believes that the different colored towels in the house is for specific purposes. And I conveniently had problems remembering them so the only task he has entrust to me is to fold the clothes. Easy peasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, on the other hand, prefer fixing things up - fixing the computer, a new desk, except fixing dinner. Bought a new desk for Jayden from Ikea. We reckoned that it's time we have a decent place for the boy to read his books and pretend he's doing some homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a few weeks and nothing has been done so far. The boy has successfully scribbled his book with permanent ink making it very un-readable now. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-746471616286252573?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/746471616286252573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=746471616286252573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/746471616286252573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/746471616286252573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/09/man-in-house.html' title='Man in the house'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TJynKqr7_KI/AAAAAAAAAi0/lf7-pX4lEOs/s72-c/study.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5353908539615450570</id><published>2010-09-13T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:55:31.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Toilet training</title><content type='html'>There was a time, I used to think that weaning off the pacifier was something unattainable, considering Jayden's addiction to it. But HE DID it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, I used to think that it will take ages to toilet train Jayden. But HE DID it - at least for day time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately, I have been toying with the idea of training the son to be diaper free at night despite not being able to keep his diaper dry throughout. I hate to think that one day he will outgrow his diaper size and that I would have to upgrade to adult diapers. And probably by then, it would be harder to train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understood the meaning of "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;半夜3点叫人起来撒尿&lt;/span&gt;" I think there must be some co-relations to diaper training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 nights, I have been diligently waking up the boy to get him to go the toilet. The idea is to induce the understanding to him that if you feel the urgency, you must wake up and go to the toilet. Hopefully he gets it. For now, Jayden has successfully slept throughout the night without any bed wettings. So proud of him! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once this is accomplished, I have another difficult task of weaning the diaper off while poo-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5353908539615450570?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5353908539615450570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5353908539615450570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5353908539615450570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5353908539615450570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/09/toilet-training.html' title='Toilet training'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-3633870636292619698</id><published>2010-09-08T16:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:46:46.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Flat</title><content type='html'>Other than the size of my boobs, I encountered a flat tyre early last week during my SAHM stint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been a small issue where I can simply change the tyre myself. BUT BUT BUT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tyre exploded in the middle of CTE and the car was in lane 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Son was sitting beside me giving the "What's that sound?" look&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I literally stopped the car at lane 1 and came out to check out the flat tyre, never mind the tons of cars whizzing pass!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Called tow company and was told they can only arrive 1 hour later! Muster courage to drive to road shoulder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;EMAS LTA emerged from nowwhere and offered to help change tyre - I'm SAVED&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found out Dylan left the spare tyre AT HOME *kua kua kua* and the fella was still in reservist!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;EMAS then suggest to tow the car to nearest carpark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Called Liv to help bring Jayden home, he was getting restless under the hot sun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;EMAS then realized our car is 4WD so need a special tow truck - waiting game continues!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally towed to AMK ave 5 carpark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514463799044080786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TIdPm7zGBJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/biPiM_CaRZs/s400/IMG_0517.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A very busted tyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514474862108579602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TIdZq47NlxI/AAAAAAAAAig/lty1VR1TleQ/s400/IMG_0518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Check out the 4 punctured holes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had the shock of my life when Dylan changed the tyre. The inner wheel had 4 punctured holes, it was like someone deliberately stabbed 4 times on the tyre! It still remains a mystery as what could have caused it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The entire ordeal left me speechless. Firstly, I acted like a frantic lunatic when it happened - could have been escalated due to having son in the car. His safety is my priority! Secondly, we were stranded in the middle of the expressway and didn't know what to do. I didn't know EMAS had such service, and it's FREE! I stored their number almost immediately. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mental note: Must learn to act calm in emergencies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-3633870636292619698?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/3633870636292619698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=3633870636292619698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3633870636292619698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3633870636292619698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/09/flat.html' title='Flat'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TIdPm7zGBJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/biPiM_CaRZs/s72-c/IMG_0517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-2134036529886488883</id><published>2010-09-02T09:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T10:05:21.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>School hunting</title><content type='html'>I used to thank my lucky stars that I have the support of my in-laws to help babysit my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden gets to attend a 3-hour school on weekdays and have his proper lunch &amp;amp; nap in the comforts of a familiar environment. At the same time, it also minimize the exposure of unnecessary diseases such as HFMD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could put my heart at ease at least until the boy goes to elementary school. But alas, my luck ran out earlier than I could have expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things changed 360 degrees the moment my BIL's wife gave birth in Adelaide. At first, it was just a simple 'going over to visit them' kind of arrangement. But the dis-organized irresponsible parents had to drop the ball on us 2 days after birth by saying that nobody can do confinement for the poor poor wife (I said poor cause they acted like very pitiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the MIL have to fly over pronto for 5 weeks which leaves the Singapore home here in a mess - Dylan was in reservist, I was due to fly to Perth for business trip for a week and there was nobody to take care of Jayden!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when the well-being of my son is at stake, I will turn into an enraged mother rather than a sympathetic one. We all have our selfish sides so surely, my son comes first. Then again, all these displeasure and discontent could have easily been resolved if PLANNING was made in ADVANCE. I really don't appreciate last minute bombs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the damage was done. The FIL took over the baby-sitting for Jayden, the MIL's sister came over to cook the son's lunch and the rest of the adults in the house settled for ta-pao food. I had to accept the arrangement - as long as my son still eats home cooked food, I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the inconveniences going on, I decided that this was the last straw. I have been putting the idea of sending Jayden to childcare at the back of my head. I did consider sending the boy when he turns 4 and that we have settled our new home next year, in addition to him having better immunity by then. But life just don't go as what you plan for sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a span of 2 days, I have scouted and rang 29 childcare centres. (I am not kidding. I even have it on an excel spreadsheet) As expected, all centres were fully booked and on long waiting list. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Finding a school for kids these days is a torture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one of the Oct mummy recommended me Agape Little Uni @ Serangoon. I was apprehensive about selecting childcares as I would prefer someone I know has/is attending the same school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by the school and fell in love with it instantly. The place was spacious, facilities were CLEAN, the kind of place I can put my heart at ease for my child to sleep in. I have visited one childcare in private housing before and the cleaniness of the building was atrocious. Can you imagine letting your child sleeping on its floor??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Agape. The school fees left a lump in my throat. $1.8k for initial deposit - there goes one bag :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unperturbed, I decided to bring the son to visit the center himself. He must at least like the school to be in it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TH7-zzymrZI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LKoPFOibh3M/s800/logosm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TH7-0q5KmPI/AAAAAAAAAiU/WWMqz7CZvT8/s800/agape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We brough Jayden to the center. The boy, as usual, was shy in the beginning. But it didn't took him long to get used to the environment. He played the drums on their performing stage, played doh, mixed colors and even spread nutella and sprinkles on a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we asked the ultimate question: "Do you like this school, baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy shouted excitedly: "Mummy! I like this school! I want to study here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's a moment of over-zealous joy but that was the deciding factor. We signed up on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden will attend his new school in Dec when his current school term ends. We hope it will be a smooth transition for the boy. *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now I can put my heart at ease again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-2134036529886488883?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/2134036529886488883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=2134036529886488883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2134036529886488883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2134036529886488883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-hunting.html' title='School hunting'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TH7-zzymrZI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LKoPFOibh3M/s72-c/logosm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-7792859126621359124</id><published>2010-09-02T08:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T09:20:44.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Days of the life of a SAHM</title><content type='html'>.... .... Temporary SAHM (Stay-At-Home-Mom) that is. The MIL had to go over to Adelaide and take over the task of infant sitting for my SIL's newborn - on a VERY LAST MINUTE NOTICE. I shall grief about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually quite excited about this 8-day bonding time with the son - planning some REAL activities for the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TH71P7Us7JI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ANXq58JH-EQ/s800/sahm1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Sent the boy to school. Indulged on a heavy breakfast - never mind the calories for now. It's only Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked the son from school. Had lunch at Jack's Place and spent the rest of the day/night home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TH71QbwPLEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/i1iiOGHCxlQ/s800/sahm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Day 2: Decided to quarantine the child at home for 2 days due to the high rate of HFMD cases in school. Plucked up courage to bring the terror out ALONE to meet the Oct mummies for lunch. It wasn't so bad after all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, decided to go for a hair treatment while son takes his nap. Wrong move. Son woke up 45 mins later and me with dripping wet hair. He used to sleep for hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TH71Q2Odv3I/AAAAAAAAAiM/qma6GDmwA3k/s800/sahm3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Day 3: Ok. We need to get some serious activities done! Wrapped the teacher's day presents and got Jayden to 'write' and decorate the cards. He chose the colors himself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Brought Jayden to visit his maternal grandmother at her workplace. Everyone treated the boy like he was a celebrity - giving out balloons, chocolates, sweets. They are now hidden in some corner of the fridge hopefully forgotten by the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: I declare myself child-care day free. Went for medical health screening and Dylan took over the nanny job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: I am almost approaching the end of my SAHM stint and I realized I have not done anything productive with the son yet! *gasp* What happened to flash cards? Tracing letters? Doddling art?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden mentioned today that he wants to go to the beach for sandplay. Let's see if I ever fulfil his wish. And I have 2 more days to remedy myself. Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-7792859126621359124?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/7792859126621359124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=7792859126621359124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7792859126621359124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7792859126621359124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/09/days-of-life-of-sahm.html' title='Days of the life of a SAHM'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TH71P7Us7JI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ANXq58JH-EQ/s72-c/sahm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-1092805776625096481</id><published>2010-08-30T08:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:27:23.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>The things that happened in August</title><content type='html'>Before I rattled about the fact that my boy is turning 3 soon in less than 2 months time, there were quite a handful of things that happened in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having witness that Jayden could nicely sit through any shows/plays/movies, we brought him to a children's recital play in early August.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** UPSTAIRS IN THE SKY **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510999126607320450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/THsAgdLq1YI/AAAAAAAAAhM/MalW47u2BW0/s400/IMG_0452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a low budget recital which compromises of only 2 ppl who created a story base based on whatever objects they could find on stage. It was mildly entertaining for the adults but the focused boy sat listened hard to understand what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Barney show in Sep. The boy has been harping to me non-stop on when Barney is coming and where he is coming from. I have instructed the inquisitive son to question the purple dinosaur himself. Let's see if that happenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** CHANGING THE PINK CARD **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acknowledge that my birthday has passed nearly a month. I only got down to sending my new IC application before ICA sends me the penalty letter and ask me to stop living in denial - NO MORE PRIMARY SCHOOL PHOTO ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/THsWAxCa7gI/AAAAAAAAAh0/g7s1rr42tK0/s800/ic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to laugh at how dorky I looked when I was 12, now I wished I was still that young. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** BUSINESS TRIP @ PERTH **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last time I visited Perth - the land of boring town, I was the least impressed. Shops were closed even before I knock off from work. By 7pm, you had nowhere to go but hibernate in the hotel watching soapy Aussie dramas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this time, I decided to schedule my flight timings that allow my to check out the rest of Perth City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/THsPYxBcKxI/AAAAAAAAAhg/BEXwGWXaW10/s800/perth01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arrived around 2-ish, checked-in and dashed off to Harbourtown factory outlet. I'm so delighted that buses are FOC in Perth! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did some shopping before proceeding to dinner @ Shilla's Korean BBQ restaurant. Sadly, although it was run by an authentic Korean family, the beef were nothing like that one I had in Seoul. :( And it certainly wasn't worth the trip out in the cold, windy evening to search for this place located at some ulu street. Well, it was recommended by a colleague so must at least try mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAY 2 &amp;amp; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/THsPZSZlc8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/5tOoZi1haD4/s800/perth02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woke up at 3AM!!! to fly off up north of Perth to visit our work sites. Nothing glamourous to begin with but it was good to put an image to the work I've been doing all these while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/THsPZyctniI/AAAAAAAAAho/8BQpBvdRTZk/s800/perth03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know Aussies like to drink ALOT, but having a fridge full of beers and spirits was kind of overwhelming for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shall not delve on the rest of the work days - it was just more sites and acres and acres of brown land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 4 &amp;amp; 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/THsPanggdpI/AAAAAAAAAhs/XSYC1P9_pos/s800/perth04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spent the last 2 days back in Perth and did more shopping including buying snacks that cost only 1/3 of what we can get in Sg!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/THsPbOcbwLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/o1u_YWvkqvg/s800/perth05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of Aug, starts my 8 days SAHM stint with Jayden. More on that in next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-1092805776625096481?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/1092805776625096481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=1092805776625096481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1092805776625096481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1092805776625096481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-that-happened-in-august.html' title='The things that happened in August'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/THsAgdLq1YI/AAAAAAAAAhM/MalW47u2BW0/s72-c/IMG_0452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-8877497878765661964</id><published>2010-08-15T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:41:56.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Count on me</title><content type='html'>Red is the colour of our nation. It is also the colour that symbolize luck. And we were darn lucky to be given tickets to watch the NDP live at the Padang this year! All thanks to R &amp;amp; SY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 15 years ago when I was at the NDP. The unbearable heat still remained etched in my mind. But since it will be Jayden's 1st joining the rest of the nation celebrating its birthday, we thought it would be a great experience for the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J surprised us when he stood up joining in the chorus "Count on me Singapore" and waved the Singapore flag like it was the most fun toy he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was enjoyable despite the humid weather until the fighter planes and fireworks that scared the shit out of our timid boy. Naturally, he demanded us to go home pronto. We didn't even get to see the fireworks finale. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, we were glad that we were given the opportunity to be part of this mega event of the country. Well, let's see if we still get lucky next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TGbA9ULXtDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hcf72ij6Svc/s800/ndp01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All geared up in red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TGbA913j5cI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dV-hg4jT9po/s800/ndp02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TGbA-kCHkFI/AAAAAAAAAg8/UycdllkqcyQ/s800/jb03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spectacular sights @ the Padang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TGbA_Xz4gkI/AAAAAAAAAhA/a-W99LtE064/s800/ndp03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-8877497878765661964?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/8877497878765661964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=8877497878765661964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8877497878765661964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8877497878765661964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/08/count-on-me.html' title='Count on me'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TGbA9ULXtDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hcf72ij6Svc/s72-c/ndp01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-6716111374845388052</id><published>2010-08-15T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:27:02.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A little indulgence</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TGbA7NxOZCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/88WhKnAfPv4/s800/jb01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, Dylan's colleagues organized a short trip across the border. It was a more perculiar trip as it did not associate with any shopping at all - very unlike of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D's col brought us to authentic rural areas feasting on cheap food and top notch mao shan wang durians. D liked it so much, he bought $300 worth of it! What a not-so-brilliant way to get fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after all the calorie binging activity, we had to do something to burn out. Again, we were brought to this ulu pandan place for go-karting. Ended the day with 2 hour long foot &amp;amp; back massage with atrociously cheap rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... the simple pleasures of life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TGbA7xtg89I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Fwahb_u_cfI/s800/jb02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-6716111374845388052?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/6716111374845388052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=6716111374845388052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/6716111374845388052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/6716111374845388052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-indulgence.html' title='A little indulgence'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TGbA7NxOZCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/88WhKnAfPv4/s72-c/jb01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-1387608589649470167</id><published>2010-08-05T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:28:11.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Man in the house</title><content type='html'>One of the reason why I wanted a place of my own was that I would have the freedom to do the things I want, at my pace and not have people dictating on the time I should go to bed, have my dinner, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now I have a little man in the house who decides when I should go to bed, where I should be sleeping and WHO I should sleep with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden has been sleeping independantly in his own room since he was 8 months old and able to sleep through. But nowadays, he demands that he sleeps at our room. I offered the boy a mattress beside our bed but he is determined to be by my side and even ushered his father to sleep in his room instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times when I want to do my things, the son will drag me to bed and say "Mummy, you're tired. It's time to sleep." Sometimes such gesture warms my heart for I know he just wants me to be by his side. But at times when I really just want to vege catching the tube, I end up being asleep! Grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the other man, aka Dylan is not very pleased with the current sleeping arrangement but we would just have to make do until the son gets bored with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Jayden has also started to ask a string of questions that leaves us baffled sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is our home?&lt;br /&gt;Where is Seng Kang?&lt;br /&gt;Why Mummy have to go work?&lt;br /&gt;Where is work?&lt;br /&gt;Where Jayden has to go school?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the truck going?&lt;br /&gt;Where are we going for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;When is my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it in October?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an endless list of questions that only starts from one. Even the neighbour who used to coyly answer the curious boy's questions now keeps his doors closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-1387608589649470167?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/1387608589649470167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=1387608589649470167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1387608589649470167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1387608589649470167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/08/man-in-house.html' title='Man in the house'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-337151161623143179</id><published>2010-08-04T22:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:01:33.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Outing in the open waters</title><content type='html'>A week before my birthday, my mom came up with this brilliant idea of going on a cruise as she had excess points on her system so everything was ON THE HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fervently recalled of my last cruise trip 8 years ago that didn't left a lasting impression and was really apprehensive to accept her invitation. However, to fulfil her wish to bond with the grandson, I reluctantly agreed. It would be my first trip overseas without my other helper aka Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TFlt8ecpHxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/nSFckDm0URc/s800/cruise01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jayden was quite excited that we're on a big ship - that's what he said. Because grandma told him there were free flow of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at the buffet terrace, enjoyed some night breeze and parents went for their casino dosage leaving me and the terror alone in the terrible small cabin. Even Jayden wasn't impressed with it and asked if we could go home. I told Dylan that our son is spoilt now after being to luxurious places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the son woke up at 8 and we proceeded for mediocre breakfast that even the boy only had a mouthful. At that instant, I just wished I was home, lying on my comfy bed and eating some decent food! Ok we are very spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TFlt9cc6_LI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ce36O-Qik5U/s800/cruise02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The trip took a turn for the worst when Jayden started to develop a low grade fever. But the gungho hero insisted that he wanted to go for a swim. That was the whole purpose of bringing him here right? What to do? Look at his smiley face after a dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TFlt-PQJ27I/AAAAAAAAAgE/L5ktAdlVnyw/s800/cruise03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TFlt_GUuFFI/AAAAAAAAAgI/uRgTh6M_QDQ/s800/cruise04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Of course, I got bored and started playing around with my camera functions and cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TFlt_dE8AII/AAAAAAAAAgM/NoNW_o1J5jc/s800/cruise05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In his cot and reading a book at the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The entire trip made me felt like I was more of a nanny attending to a hyper-active albeit sick child. I didn't have any single ME time at all which was why I wanted to come back to land so badly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thankfully, I managed to sneak into the casino past midnight when my dad came back after he lost some money. I, on the other hand, won some small money. Hehehe. So I guess that is the only comforting/enjoyment I had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dylan has never been on the cruise before. But I managed to convince the old man that it's worth giving it a miss. :P Still, it was a pleasant trip with my parents. I'm glad they bonded with Jayden one way or another. But I doubt I'll ever step foot on a cruise-liner again - not without my &lt;strike&gt;helper&lt;/strike&gt; hub Dylan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-337151161623143179?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/337151161623143179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=337151161623143179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/337151161623143179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/337151161623143179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/08/week-before-my-birthday-my-mom-came-up.html' title='Outing in the open waters'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TFlt8ecpHxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/nSFckDm0URc/s72-c/cruise01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-4651874740414979231</id><published>2010-08-04T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:13:49.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Ziv's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I used to lament at my age when I was a teenager. Being below 21, meant there were alot of limitations - no late nights, limited pocket money and all the mind gruelling exams. So I secretly count down to the time of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're approaching the next 31, it didn't seemed like a joke anymore, especially when you're attending a friend's son's birthday for the 3rd time. Time is playing a joke on you! It just passes faster than I can lose weight to fit back to my skinny jeans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501554666725982226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TFly0iaYQBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZFZ-d14d2zU/s400/ziv1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;@ 1st Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501554897681971602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TFlzB-yk-ZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Sb27P1ZvjvE/s400/ziv2" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;@ 2nd Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've come to realize that Jayden is usually the cheeky one, always up to tricks and antics as compared to the calm and composed Ziv. Even up till today, he still never fails to amuse me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TFlttcj3YZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iz_vy6JT78E/s800/ziv01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ok. So that was just my impression of what their dialogue would be like. But I'm pretty sure that was it that had Ziv smiling. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C invited us over for a sumptuous Nonya buffet. I lost count of the number of kueh patis I have wolfed down effortlessly. Jayden couldn't stop nagging that we forgot to bring his swimsuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ziv! Looks like you'll get to see alot of Jayden for the rest of your life! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TFltuOor5qI/AAAAAAAAAf4/cXXb-2EBhaQ/s800/ziv02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-4651874740414979231?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/4651874740414979231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=4651874740414979231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4651874740414979231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4651874740414979231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/08/zivs-3rd-birthday.html' title='Ziv&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TFly0iaYQBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ZFZ-d14d2zU/s72-c/ziv1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-4562589948505130717</id><published>2010-07-25T21:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:57:32.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Birthday Fiesta Part 2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;** Part 2 - 11 Jul **&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the mega drama at Festive, Rach suggested some mind-entertaining activities to wind down the weekend aka MAHJONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite feeling lethargic from the previous night, I was eagerly looking forward to it as I've just got hold of my personal birthday gift - HELLO KITTY MAHJONG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497847554615791922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TExHONof0TI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3v2GXS00mlY/s400/hk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe birthday gal got some gambling luck? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Rach pleasantly surprised me by arranging a potluck cum mini celebration. Cake from Jane's station. Never heard of the place but the cake was mad awesome yummy! *burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TExCTaDB1mI/AAAAAAAAAfE/AwEaMcFef2I/s800/30bday01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;= Great way to get FAT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, RZ had the beginner's luck emerged the only 'fat' (cash-rich) winner. Thanks to Rach &amp;amp; her hub, A.B.C.D family, RZ and MJ for taking the effort and time to celebrate with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;** Part 3 - 15 Jul **&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm some egoistical person who needed the whole world to know that I shouldn't be working on my birthday but ME time seems to have become extinct ever since you have a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, I decided to break the ritual and took leave and really do some stuff ALONE and with zero disturbance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Morning session&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dropped the son at school and Dylan at work then went straight to ECP and roller-blade. It really felt great as I haven't roller-blade for the past 5 years, something which I missed doing. Furthermore, it's a healthy activity! Until... ... I rewarded myself with Mac breakfast after the workout. *gua gua gua*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TExCUK1IdNI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4xU3YKVzBD8/s800/30bday02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all the muscle tension workout, what better way to treat yourself than a nice kneading session at the spa? :) Ahhh... ... life should be like this everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afternoon session&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the idea was to spent the entire day doing things alone which I have never done before. The intention was to go catch a good movie aka Gold Class style but the hub decided to take half day to spend with me. Of course cannot reject the poor man right? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TExCUxvtemI/AAAAAAAAAfM/5ocV0i6XsWY/s800/30bday03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so the rest of the afternoon and evening was spent eating, eating and more EATING! The morning activity did not make me feel any less guilty. *gulp*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched Inception at Eng Wah in the comfort of the director's couple seats. Mind boggling movie! And the cast were so drool worthy! I heart Joseph! Never mind Leo. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TExCVYNbvkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/oZrjhyHs1Qo/s800/30bday04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And finally ended the evening with the Son with a slice of banana chocolate tart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Goodbye twenties! I have had one of the best twenties in my life. I hope I still have the energy to live another smashing thirties! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And that reminds me that I have yet to update my long overdued IC. *sulk*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-4562589948505130717?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/4562589948505130717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=4562589948505130717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4562589948505130717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4562589948505130717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-fiesta-part-2-3.html' title='Birthday Fiesta Part 2 &amp; 3'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TExHONof0TI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3v2GXS00mlY/s72-c/hk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-2294272398069705839</id><published>2010-07-23T15:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:07:15.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Yet another movie</title><content type='html'>It is almost safe to say that we can bring the terror to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we breeze through Shrek, Liv suggested that we try out Toy Story 3 this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497004922770772210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TElI2lZTUPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/RjlR2ZGH6_o/s400/toy-story-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all of us have never caught Toy Story before and so we were apprehensive about the storyline. But after reading the raves from friends' blog and that each of them teared at the end of it, we reckoned that it should be a damn awesome cartoon to catch. After all, this is their 3rd sequel. How bad can it be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the son was a little edgy when it got to the middle of the show. I guess he couldn't really understand the essence of the dialogue but still managed to sit through. So proud of him! Considering he's such a hyperactive sort - to sit thru 90 mins is an amazing feat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I guess we should be seeing more cartoons from now on. Dylan has not went to the movies with the son yet and he's pretty certain it will not turn out the same way as it did for me. Such a convenient excuse for himself to not watch cartoons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, Liv just told me the other day that Barney's coming to town. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9095775204658529153-2294272398069705839?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/2294272398069705839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=2294272398069705839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2294272398069705839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2294272398069705839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/07/yet-another-movie.html' title='Yet another movie'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TElI2lZTUPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/RjlR2ZGH6_o/s72-c/toy-story-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-1576304403820412753</id><published>2010-07-19T11:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:40:37.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Birthday Fiesta - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Dylan has been lamenting that every year, my birthday celebrations can last for days like I'm the Empress Dowager. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to pacify the sore-eyed old man, I told him that this year would be the last of such mega drama, cause no one wants to know you're 30-somethings and that's really not something fabulous to celebrate about. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original plan was to go for a trip to HK as I wanted to cheong the summer warehouse sales. But it backfired as Dylan has just started on his new job and couldn't afford to go on leave during probation. *pui*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sorely disappointed as I wanted so badly to go on a mad shopping frenzy that has been planned for a year! *double pui*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must have stick out my black face like a spoilt child so obviously that Dylan decided to make up for it and booked a staycation at Festive! Of course, I was ecstatic about it! And at the same time very heart-pained at the money cause the blardy hotel cost $400/night!! We could have gone somewhere overseas! *gives a wry smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the deed is done, so in order not to put Dylan's effort to waste, I arranged for 2 days of full-filled activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th Jul - FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am: Dropped son in school and told him we'll be going to hotel later. Son left for school very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11am: Picked the happy son and went for brunch at Prima Tower. Son so happy, he gobbled 3 char siew paus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm: Checked in @ Festive but the hotel is so packed, it will only be ready at 3pm!! So not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TEKtW5wJNwI/AAAAAAAAAec/jyphKzJHfnI/s800/fest01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So what do we do with 2 hours on hand? 2 hours may seem short when you're on a honeymoon gateaway but it seemed like 20 hours when you have a restless kid in tow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TEKtXlySp9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/xvohOYVgSI8/s800/fest02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jayden not very pleased that it took so long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dylan and I were so worn out from the previous day wedding affair for our friend that we decided to just snooze the entire afternoon away. Jayden loved the kids loft bed and would request that I sleep with him in it. But I wanted so much to just snuggle in the comfy king size bed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;815pm: Had dinner at Vivo before proceeding to catch "Songs of the Sea". The last time we watched it was 5 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TEKtYQHosaI/AAAAAAAAAek/D0vIzqnt2fc/s800/fest03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Both Dylan and I are puzzled over Jayden's behaviour sometimes. The boy loves water - swimming, the beach, bath time, anything to associate with water. But he HATES water play, fountains or anything that splash out of nowhere and in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, he didn't enjoy the show at all. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10th July - SATURDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TEKtZHWyMjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LJuhlhppvPI/s800/fest04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Woke up bright and early! The son literally jumped out of bed and demanded that we bring him to the beach pronto because he didn't get to go the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Hard Rock's pool instead and was pleasantly surprised by the integrated beach pool design. No need to go to Siloso beach for the sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staycation always seemed more like a holiday to Jayden than for Dylan and I. The boy had a whale of fun and even attempted to play Wii Fit which we brought from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By evening, my usual gang came along. I'm glad Dylan booked the Family Deluxe room which was spacious enough to house about 13 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were drinks, catered food, snacks that I sneakily brought into the hotel to feel the hungry stomachs. We did alot of chit-chat, gossiping, played alot of Wii Fit and Guitar Hero, made so much ruckus that the room next door would have probaby thought the hotel was a pandemonium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TEKtZ7wh1WI/AAAAAAAAAes/g9aLFLx9Rjg/s800/fest05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TEKtbP7zAyI/AAAAAAAAAew/8FhaR2Km2og/s800/fest06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TEKtbm5coUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/no4JEH1C6Gs/s800/fest07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks Dylan for making everything possible! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TEKtcOVPsiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/FYAamyzi3vA/s800/fest08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The birthday cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surely, who can forget the birthday cake. The theme of the cake goes along with my birthday wish for this year and the many years to come - A happy family. :) What more can I ask for?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least, heartfelt thanks to all my friends who made it, for the presents, for the friendship and everything that you have put up with me. It is with you all in my life that makes everything more colourful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, next year, I will go in hibernation... ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-1576304403820412753?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/1576304403820412753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=1576304403820412753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1576304403820412753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1576304403820412753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-fiesta-part-1.html' title='Birthday Fiesta - Part 1'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TEKtW5wJNwI/AAAAAAAAAec/jyphKzJHfnI/s72-c/fest01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-2748740506668555693</id><published>2010-07-14T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:11:12.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Triple Ten</title><content type='html'>In less than 2 hours time, I shall bade farewell to my last twenties and officially declare that I have moved on to the next checkbox of a form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I lament that age has caught up, it also the time when I have grown and hopefully matured with the abundance of life experiences. This is also the moment that I rejoice about the fact on how much control I have of my life - Have a family, a job, being able to splurge on things I fancy, travelling to places of the world, enjoying on tantalizing gourmet delights at the expense of my expanding waistline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes, indeed. Life is good and it's getting better with age. Who says getting older is a bad thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every other year, my dear friends have lavished extravagantly on me. I am extremely grateful that I have been in their thoughts. So after receiving so much love from them over the years, it outta get into my head that no amount of presents can replace the time and friendship that they have given to me right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even shamelessly told C that next year we'll stop exchanging gifts and take the money to go to some fancy restaurants and spend quality time binging and catching up. I was even more surprised with her agreeing straight-forwardly and not thinking I must be some heartless gal pal who doesn't want to put in any effort to buy a gift. Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TD3PikPtHKI/AAAAAAAAAeU/xR5s-ZmP3xc/s400/bday01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heartfelt thanks to all my girlfriends. I couldn't wait till 12 midnight and opened up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now presenting, my personally hand-picked mostly sponsored gift from Dylan... ... *drum roll*... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;** TA DAH **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TD3PkEGIP1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/qKoH4T0RUbM/s400/bday02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Since last year, I managed to convince the man to get me the coveted Chanel bag that I have been wanting so badly! But the other voice in me said to get a timeless watch instead. So after much mind-boggling and months of procrastinating and alot of advises seeked, this is it! I got the watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** D-Day plan **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my working life, I have decided to take a day off and spend some ME time doing some outrageous things that I haven't done before or for a long time. It shall be an action-packed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for good weather tomorrow! And Happy Birthday to me! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-2748740506668555693?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/2748740506668555693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=2748740506668555693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2748740506668555693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2748740506668555693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/07/triple-ten.html' title='Triple Ten'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TD3PikPtHKI/AAAAAAAAAeU/xR5s-ZmP3xc/s72-c/bday01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-4578594028532804755</id><published>2010-07-13T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T13:52:53.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Celebrating the old and new</title><content type='html'>Towards the end of June, we had two events - the "New" was to welcome C's new place and the "Old" was Dylan's grandmother 80th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** CELEBRATING THE NEW **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual. Dylan had to work on a Saturday. But that didn't deter me from staying at home with a restless boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C invited us over to her new abode for a quick dip under the scorching dry weather and we gladly accepted. On the other hand, I suspect she is trying to tempt me to get a DSLR as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TDsrky5baxI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZU5E3IHCZ4s/s800/play01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have a penchant for new things - new tiles, new furniture, new appliances, new paint. C's house look so fabulous! You can see full view of the swimming pool from the balcony. It looks so inviting, you wished you could just jumped off from the 5th storey straight in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TDsrojlKmCI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ptI2l7IaDCw/s800/play02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The pool looks so crystal blue and chlorine-free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TDsrlg9GFiI/AAAAAAAAAdo/SyZvSxHkxwU/s800/play03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TDsrmkXw48I/AAAAAAAAAds/NY9F-To_s6Y/s800/play04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TDsrnoD4e5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/xiIezC1UckI/s800/play05.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C just went snip snapping a whole bunch of photos of the boys. And as you can see, they were quite oblivious to what was going on. One was busy snapping, the other was making monkey faces to get their attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part of it all? No blurry images! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*bites lips* To buy or not to buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** CELEBRATING THE OLD **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TDst4Zz8DTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/klBXQml6t_s/s800/80bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember when or ever did we celebrate my grandparents' birthday. There is a tinge of regret that I never had the chance for the fact that they passed away when I was very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Dylan told me that they are going to hold a mini celebration for his grandma, I was quite excited about it and even offered to be in charge of ordering the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the one that had the most fun was Jayden, who conveniently took it as his own birthday - sipping freely on juices and blowing off the candles before great-grandma could even make her 80th wish. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were invited as well so it was heart-warming to see them mingling with my extended family. I know we must do such gatherings more often. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-4578594028532804755?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/4578594028532804755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=4578594028532804755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4578594028532804755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4578594028532804755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/07/celebrating-old-and-new.html' title='Celebrating the old and new'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TDsrky5baxI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZU5E3IHCZ4s/s72-c/play01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-1273113942956581265</id><published>2010-07-12T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:35:26.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe I have not blogged for nearly a month. Not that I have nothing to blog about but our home pc has decided to conk out on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it is also the only device that can read the HD SD card that has all the photos of what has been going on. And they say a picture paints a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until then, I shall be left busy catching up on my drama serials and convincing my son it's way better than Barney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-1273113942956581265?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/1273113942956581265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=1273113942956581265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1273113942956581265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1273113942956581265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/07/down.html' title='Down'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-1483288665454220562</id><published>2010-06-21T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:58:47.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><title type='text'>The Full Monty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485161626855750818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TB81cCBXPKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/76fXQ52-iJ8/s400/MEN-NO-NAMES-SMALL.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I went to a local theatre, was when I was heavily pregnant with Jayden. C and I laughed so hard, I was worried that she would have gone into early labour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast forward 2.5 years later, I chanced upon Adrian Pang drama company's inaugural production - The Full Monty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dylan, being the boring man, wouldn't settle for some high fancy musical. All we needed from our mundane lives were some silly good laughs. So The Full Monty worked out well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And may I add that Adrian's younger son, Xander is SOOO CUTE! He acted together with his dad and the chemistry was great! The other casts like Hossen Leong and Lim Yu Beng were really good too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The plot was fantastic, the backdrops were seamless and we loved the fact that I had FRONT ROWS and they really went ALL THE WAY! Of course at the last part, they flashed these super high beam lights at your face and you were so blinded, you really didn't see anything but shadows. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the best local theatres I've seen thus far! Go support them!&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/9095775204658529153-1483288665454220562?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/1483288665454220562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=1483288665454220562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1483288665454220562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1483288665454220562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/06/full-monty.html' title='The Full Monty'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TB81cCBXPKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/76fXQ52-iJ8/s72-c/MEN-NO-NAMES-SMALL.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-4953594369349373216</id><published>2010-06-19T19:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:50:51.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Our virgin trip to US</title><content type='html'>Nope. Not to the States but to Singapore's Universal Studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel happened to stumble upon a movie deal that allowed us complimentary entrance to US Hollywood Boulevard. Although it was only concession to certain parts of US, we thought that it would be a great idea for a simple evening stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;** Dinner at King Louis **&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First to fill our stomachs. We ordered a Seafood &amp;amp; meat platter and the portion came like it could feed a herd! Maybe we looked very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TBovDrxeL9I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Tsu4e2nbBxo/s800/may08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yummy food - BURP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;** OFF TO UNIVERSAL STUDIO **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TBovEj0-riI/AAAAAAAAAcw/xOafiDovI6w/s800/jun01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can you see far far away castle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TByzvWVtpaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ZIf8bLJG2i8/s400/us01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Popcorns, hot hot popcorns anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TByzxaZrctI/AAAAAAAAAdI/9GOsJk_RnX4/s400/us04.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Welcome to Hollywood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TByzyb39_TI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Cqc84X9iAuI/s400/us05.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We have Bob the Builder and Mad Hatter Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TByzwokW81I/AAAAAAAAAdE/YziPHB1E-d0/s400/us03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I was glad I brought Jayden to watch Shrek. He pointed excitedly at them when we visited the gift shops. I am only thankful he didn't demand us to buy any of them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;And above photos (minus the first one) were taken from SY's trusty DSLR. *sigh with envy* Another item on my GSS list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-4953594369349373216?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/4953594369349373216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=4953594369349373216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4953594369349373216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4953594369349373216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-virgin-trip-to-us.html' title='Our virgin trip to US'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TBovDrxeL9I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Tsu4e2nbBxo/s72-c/may08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-3166805672700833583</id><published>2010-06-19T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:47:17.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indulgence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>FOOD</title><content type='html'>is the only activity we do these days... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am embarassed to confess that I have never tasted nor knew its existence until recently. How can one miss out on benedicts for almost half her life?!? It is the awesomest thing I have ever tasted! No more sunny side up for me from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally went to Rider's Cafe after weeks of postponing and the lack of space - it was always FULL HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pity that Dewi and family had to pull out due to family commitments. Jayden enjoyed the food whilst watching the horse galloping around. Yes, the place was just beside a stable! Didn't manage to take photos of the horses as it was raining.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TBovC2MODSI/AAAAAAAAAco/NG56OmGR0-Y/s800/may07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-3166805672700833583?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/3166805672700833583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=3166805672700833583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3166805672700833583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3166805672700833583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/06/food-riders.html' title='FOOD'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TBovC2MODSI/AAAAAAAAAco/NG56OmGR0-Y/s72-c/may07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-3938233628473209372</id><published>2010-06-17T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:02:17.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Technology is a wonderful tool</title><content type='html'>Indeed it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has kept me connected with my friends over the years. It didn't have to be a daily affair to know how things are going in their lives. Neither did it have to be a face-to-face interation. Occassional chats over MSN, visiting their personal blogs and a simple smiley icon on the sms are all it take to get re-connected again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rachel's 1st year birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited by Elsie to her daughter's 1st year birthday. I was eagerly looking forward to it as I haven't seen her for a very long time. And of course to meet Rachel for the 1st time in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading thru her blog, from the time she got married, travelled almost all over the world, and then finally conceiving Rachel and growing up to a beautiful toddler, everything just seemed so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, we were busy partying, drinking ourselves silly and having the most fabulous X'mas party. And now, we all have our very own families. We're getting so old! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of the birthday party was Tinkerbell. The gals came in cutesy fairy outfits and balloon wings. Jayden on the other hand, came as "Superboy" - at least that's what he called himself to be. I had a hard time convicing the boy to wear the costume as he wanted to turn up as a Dinosaur!!! How challenging. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TBovCXXnXPI/AAAAAAAAAck/z6kXmyWahm4/s800/may06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden had a whale of time at the party. He liked it so much he almost wanted to jump into the pool in his costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Elsie for letting us to be part of Rachel's 1st birthday. It was also great to see Helen and the rest as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To baby Rachel "You're finally 1! Please continue to grow up happy and healthy and be guai guai to your Mummy and Daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Emily&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Kor Kor Jayden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-3938233628473209372?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/3938233628473209372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=3938233628473209372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3938233628473209372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3938233628473209372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/06/technology-is-wonderful-tool.html' title='Technology is a wonderful tool'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TBovCXXnXPI/AAAAAAAAAck/z6kXmyWahm4/s72-c/may06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-8792890673694305542</id><published>2010-06-01T09:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:20:01.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>His first movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time we brought Jayden to the theatre, he was barely 1. And the boy could easily go to bed at 8pm so despite the loud sound system, he slept like a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon happened to have free tix to Shrek and we thought it would be a good time to bring the boy for his first cartoon movie. And so, I have been telling the son about this green thing that we were going to watch - there will be a donkey, a cat and two green things called Shrek and Princess Fiona. Jayden accepted it quite pleasantly as Fiona was a name familiar to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477619615354747138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TARqBLvueQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/oIyp3oGbSSs/s400/shrek-forever-after-movie-poster-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To make matters complicated, Dylan couldn't make it to the movie. And so I was once again left to handle Jayden alone. Not wanting to risk having to drag a bawling kid out of the cinema ALONE, I asked Liv along. I reckoned if he was sitting around people he knew, at least it was a familiar environment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once again, the boy surprised me for he sat QUIETLY throughout the entire 110min movie! I am utterly impressed because the restless child will not sit longer than 5 mins on a high chair. Great job kid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am now contemplating if I should bring him to watch the Toy Story. Let's see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-8792890673694305542?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/8792890673694305542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=8792890673694305542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8792890673694305542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8792890673694305542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/06/his-first-movie.html' title='His first movie'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TARqBLvueQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/oIyp3oGbSSs/s72-c/shrek-forever-after-movie-poster-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-3736769428429512178</id><published>2010-05-31T14:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T15:10:02.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>My first Meet-The-Parents Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TAJ3qPhWMUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/O1CyRWr_pvU/s800/may05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember vividly how I reacted when I became a first time mummy. I would comb through books to help me decipher what my boy was trying to tell me amidst his cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that there as a fixed formula or at least an answer in those heaps of books to manage a crying and colicky baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WAS SO WRONG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several times when I would raise the white flag and conclude that I couldn't handle or understand my baby. I cringed at the thought that he would never get to sleep through the night or wean off the pacifier and eventually be diaper free. I was in constant worries that all these milestones are such impossible feats to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But amazingly, what seemed to be unattainable turned out to be a thing of a past. And just when I thought all my worries are over, out comes a new set of worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before school closes, we were to have a teachers-to-parents session to discuss about our son's development in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what his English and Chinese teacher wrote in his report: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Jayden is a quiet boy. He respects people's properties and follows instructions. A shy boy that needs to be encouraged constantly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first question to the teacher was "Are you sure you got the right report?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the teacher looked at me weirdly as if I'm doubting my own son. Can't help it when your boy displays a split character at home and rattles non-stop beside your ears. It's hard to believe that he isn't the talkative sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, the teacher also commented that he doesn't like art &amp;amp; craft sessions and will always look forward to play-time and story telling. I am disappointed to know that the son hasn't inherit any artistic genes from me and instead took the wholesome boring genes of his dad. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the boy is adapting slower than his peers in terms of understanding numbers and alphabets, although he has no issues with shapes and colors. The teacher related to his late submission to the school which may require some time for Jayden to keep up. At that moment, I was already going through a mental list of enrichment classes while the teacher chants away on other issues that I wasn't hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I worrying too early? Should I be preparing to send Jayden for enrichment classes when he's barely 3? Is there a book to tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, it dawned upon me that raising an infant was so much easier. He cries = he need milk or food or just need a cuddle and some nap. But now as a growing child, there is so much more I have to provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I do it right? For now, I have been trying to resume the bed-time stories instead of fictitious company like Barney &amp;amp; Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-3736769428429512178?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/3736769428429512178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=3736769428429512178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3736769428429512178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3736769428429512178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-first-meet-parents-session.html' title='My first Meet-The-Parents Session'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TAJ3qPhWMUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/O1CyRWr_pvU/s72-c/may05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5357393311334621180</id><published>2010-05-31T14:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:25:27.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Sundays are best spent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** BRUNCH @ SPRUCE **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The influence of having Sunday Brunch has spread to a wider audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we couldn't find seats for 7 adults &amp;amp; 3 kids at Riders Cafe, we were unfaltered and so I introduced the gang to Spruce - all thanks to Cel for the recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TAJ3ns8YaJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uDg_rVVhXjg/s800/may02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We decided to have a go at their Eggs Benedict and we're madly in love with it now! Never knew eggs could be cooked in so many forms! Dylan loves their bread and the boy &amp;amp; I have a weakness for pancakes. We also like the idea that it has a mini playground to keep the kids entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jayden that we'll be going to a place where we had breakfast with Ziv the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy instantly replied eagerly "The one with the playground correct?" Kids have AMAZING memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TAJ3oTevMzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/0nEVugslZe4/s800/may03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION @ MACS **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TAJ3pYfryjI/AAAAAAAAAb0/KAnWiCxRjk0/s800/may04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hearty brunch, we went for a short shopping trip while Jayden took his snooze before heading to Charmaine's 7th birthday. The last time we met the birthday gal, she was only 4, cute and doesn't talk much. Now the gal can rattle a decent conversation and owns an iPhone. Gosh! Where is technology taking us?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jayden's first time attending a birthday celebration at a fast food restaurant. Of course, no complaints from the son since french fries and nuggets are on the list. The boy delightful chose his own food and amazingly gobbled everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party ended, the boy asked "When is Mommy's birthday?" I hope he's not assuming that I'm going to hold my birthday at MacDonalds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5357393311334621180?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5357393311334621180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5357393311334621180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5357393311334621180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5357393311334621180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/05/sundays-are-best-spent.html' title='Sundays are best spent'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TAJ3ns8YaJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uDg_rVVhXjg/s72-c/may02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-3724941327586383510</id><published>2010-05-31T13:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:25:43.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playdate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>A day in the life of a 'single' mom</title><content type='html'>When Dylan mentioned that his new job would require him to be at work on most Saturdays, my heart sank. I wasn't ready to handle the son alone on a weekend, clean his poo, bathe &amp;amp; feed him all by myself, especially the poo part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you manage the day to pass with a hyper-active boy that gets bored easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only thankful that I know how to drive, I have a car and Jayden does not scream and yell in the car seat which he used to do when he was an infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even more grateful that I have someone to even prepare meals for the both of us and keep the son entertained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we spent the afternoon at Dewi's place - home cooked food, the company of Chloe and free flow of endless conversations. Saturdays breezes by quite easily. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TAJ3m8GqlWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6keH7ErImSk/s800/may01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a mini finger art pack for the kids to try. It turned out..... quite messy!! But I guess the kids had fun making colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time bonding with just the son. I am not sure how long I can tolerate being a Saturday SAHM but I'll keep telling myself that more work = more $$$ = better life for the family!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-3724941327586383510?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/3724941327586383510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=3724941327586383510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3724941327586383510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3724941327586383510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-in-life-of-single-mom.html' title='A day in the life of a &apos;single&apos; mom'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/TAJ3m8GqlWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6keH7ErImSk/s72-c/may01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-161821776161995520</id><published>2010-05-25T15:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T16:01:38.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers day'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I know Mother's Day has long passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also come to realize that my blog posts about Jayden's progress have somewhat dwindled as the boy slowly approaches to his 3rd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking through the photos on my iPhone when I came across the handicraft he made at school for Mother's Day. Although with the help from the teachers, it was the son's first artwork made specially for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy proudly presented his flower pot to me and planted a kiss on my cheek before saying "Mummy, I love you". That was enough to melt a mother's heart. Never mind the once late night feedings, never mind the constant tantrums, whining, crying, yelling, never mind the endless worries when he is sick, never mind the times he drove you up the wall with his tricks. For that moment, there was only love and a smile in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how one could take over control of your emotions. When he cries, your heart aches together with him, when he laughs, your mood gets uplifted instantly. When he achieves a milestone, you rejoiced in excitement like it was your own victory. And despite the many times he tried to push you away when he's angry, you would try every means to get back closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is boundless. Love is unconditional. And I know the Love will keep growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475110458480934226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_t_9B_IPVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/npwimvPvvXU/s400/IMG_0216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-161821776161995520?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/161821776161995520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=161821776161995520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/161821776161995520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/161821776161995520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_t_9B_IPVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/npwimvPvvXU/s72-c/IMG_0216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-3910497424450876750</id><published>2010-05-19T10:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:46:08.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers day'/><title type='text'>The retreat</title><content type='html'>It is hard to imagine that we've been back for almost a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till today, Jayden will tell us that he'll like to go back to the hotel, to watch the squirrels, to swim in the pool with the inflatable dolphin, to play sand at the beautiful beach and of course have his daily dosage of ice cream at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, I'm glad I can tell that he enjoyed the trip, not just with us, but also with his maternal grandparents. Well, it always seemed that in order to make a family trip seamlessly fruitful, alot of backend preparations needed to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel checklist: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bringing adequate medication - you'll never know when you need it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Milk and snacks - always essential for a growing child&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Entertainment - what will I do without you portable DVD player!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toys - quite redundant but necessary to make sand play more interesting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And despite Jayden being diaper-free in the day, the amount of luggage still turned out the same - weighing at 32kg, to which I asked the husband worriedly "Our baggage limit is 40kg right?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_KzvSP-WKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3LwYcu_MjPA/s800/bali01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_Kzv5mUJrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Kj23DKoo46g/s800/bali02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jayden very happy he has his own set of luggage to bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_KzwmagA8I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/N0Nh26o9NdA/s800/bali03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight got delayed by an hour. We arrived Bali around 8 and by the time we checked into the hotel, it was nearly 10pm. Good thing about staying in Club Med is they have food almost 24 hours of the day. And so we had a late snack before turning in for the 1st day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son behaved pretty well throughout the flight. Thank goodness for in-flight entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ZZzzzZzzzzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzz till next day ... ... ... and waking up to this... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** DAY 2 in BALI **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_KzxkpzeHI/AAAAAAAAAaA/97DJOA-PsQU/s800/bali05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That surely kicked up our appetite and everyone had a hearty breakfast before proceeding to the resort orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_KzxKQthHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LR7qoW4BF4c/s800/bali04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** TOUR AROUND CLUB MED BALI **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_KzyjF5p3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/_00vjCkgZJQ/s800/bali06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously, the son wasn't the least interested in the greens, the spa, the golf and archery course, the many other facilities and activities that the adults could do. He just wanted to get himself dirty at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_KzzMun1QI/AAAAAAAAAaI/CiFfKru28KE/s800/bali07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That kept him busy while I scooted off to join the water aerobics at the pool. Come holiday also must do some exercise mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the morning dramas, it was time for the terror to take his nap. And guess what! It happened to be Mother's Day and so Dylan gave me the afternoon off while he brought Jayden back to the hotel to rest. Free times are so hard to come by these days! Must seize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I treated my parents for a 2-hour long full body massage. Ahhh... ... if holidays could last longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_Kzz__jZtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SblkpCLghSg/s800/bali08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eat, sleep, play - Such is life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;** DAY 3 in BALI **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_Kz0jP1FWI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/O1682b4f_QM/s800/bali09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;More water play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before we came, I promised my dad that I would give him a birthday treat to some local delights instead of the usual boring buffets or zi char in Singapore. &lt;p&gt;And the epicurious daddy picked a place 1.5 hours drive away (and another 1.5 hours drive back!) from where we were staying. Apparently, the restaurant is very popular in Bali and so we had no problems getting private drivers to get us there. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_Kz1q8fZMI/AAAAAAAAAaU/OuA-cnfJxYQ/s800/bali10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;@ Ubud - Dirty Duck Diner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankfully, the crispy duck lived up to his name and made the rocky and rainy trip worthwhile. Most important of all, I'm glad my dad enjoyed it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;** DAY 4 in BALI **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only downside of travelling with mom was that she constantly needed to get out and about - which leaves us very little time spent in the resort and eventually defeats the purpose of coming to an intergrated getaway where your meals and activities are included.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to her, Indonesia's green chilli are great spices and that she needed to get some. And so began our hunt for a wet market. It may seemed like an easy task but proved to be a challenge especially when it was a public holiday in Indonesia!! -_- Mom still insisted to go... ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_Kz3KRj9GI/AAAAAAAAAac/6JfR2r2xUP4/s800/bali12.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_Kz3-qdFbI/AAAAAAAAAag/8yIYis0n6lE/s800/bali13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lunch at Kuta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_Kz4pZmvXI/AAAAAAAAAak/irn45reiiD0/s800/bali14.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;This was our last night in Bali. There were baking class for the kids, candy floss, popcorn station, and even a mini race track. We had a go at the baking class, making gingerbread man, funny faces and bears. Chef Jayden decided that flour was meant to be thrown in our face and made a mess. Overall, it was still good bonding time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_Kz5Z5ilcI/AAAAAAAAAao/sGQbtpzHWkc/s800/bali15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Last day @ Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_Kz5myiP8I/AAAAAAAAAas/Vx6z-EeFin4/s800/bali16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hard Rock Bali T-shirt for the boy and a matching Bintang beer singlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** TIME TO GO HOME **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally our last day in Bali. Checked out at 11am and with nowhere to go, we went to Carrefour to buy some local snacks back home. That stash of goodies left us SGD60 poorer. They are now sitting in our cabinet, untouched, uneaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_Kz2Mb0sOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/-H2hXWizBow/s800/bali11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;THANK YOU CLUB MED! WE'LL BE BACK AGAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-3910497424450876750?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/3910497424450876750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=3910497424450876750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3910497424450876750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/3910497424450876750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/05/retreat.html' title='The retreat'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_KzvSP-WKI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3LwYcu_MjPA/s72-c/bali01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-2525359141562732032</id><published>2010-05-19T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:00:05.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Labour Day Fiesta Part 2</title><content type='html'>Any later, this would be a Vesak Day post. After countless attempts to arrange for a meet-up with the group, Bon and I decided to meet up on our own instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... ... hot hot shabu shabu on a wet and cold day. (Or at least I thought it was raining that day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the treat! We should do more of these next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_K0FKAsI5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/bNXGGhAkr3g/s800/shabu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-2525359141562732032?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/2525359141562732032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=2525359141562732032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2525359141562732032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2525359141562732032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/05/labour-day-fiesta-part-2.html' title='Labour Day Fiesta Part 2'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S_K0FKAsI5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/bNXGGhAkr3g/s72-c/shabu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-2404039430166411241</id><published>2010-05-07T10:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:49:36.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Our long awaited retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468348295947716386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S-N5zXgThyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/UuRxjuha768/s400/nusa-dua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another 24 hours, we will be heading to Club Med Bali. I am looking forward as this would be my first, also Jayden's first holiday trip with his grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another retreat that will crush my previous weeks of attempts to shed some weight. I am going to feast, drink and make merry to my heart's delight and then come back to face the fat issues later. *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adios amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-2404039430166411241?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/2404039430166411241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=2404039430166411241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2404039430166411241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2404039430166411241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-another-24-hours-we-will-be-heading.html' title='Our long awaited retreat'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S-N5zXgThyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/UuRxjuha768/s72-c/nusa-dua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-9017447656764183818</id><published>2010-05-05T10:22:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:24:58.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>A wife has to wear many hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's time to dish away the notion that a wife's job only involves around the 4 concrete walls of a kitchen. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These days, being a wife means you'll need to be able to don many hats. Not only do we have to work as an extra source of income to the family, be the food supply of your infant, the educator and disciplinarian to your child, the soul mate and companion of your husband and sometimes dress as a teaser to make yourself still look appealing to the man (ok I'm really joking about the last part), you'll soon be also needing to know how to replace the lightings in the house or fix a clogging toilet bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There you have it. And we don't even get paid for being a Jane of all trades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why am I whining?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The husband has gone for a 3 days 2 night sales seminar at the Ritz and have left the task of single-handedly ferrying the son home and to school for the next 3 days. No big deal considering that I've done this a few times when he was in reservist. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, the brilliant husband must be thinking that his wife is also capable and knowledgable to decide on the appliances to buy for his parents currently-under-renovation kitchen. He has rendered me the task to get "the best but reasonably priced (which simply means cheap and very good) kitchen sink". &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sure. I can do it. Easy peasy. &lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I dropped by SSC last evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467609897422637522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S-DaO6pJSdI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jCiFq4MBV98/s400/IMG_0205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not wanting to sound like a noob, I asked confidently to the SA, "I need a kitchen sink".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Any particular brands? One hole, two holes, gloss finish, matt finish? Ceramic or stainless steel finish? Tap integrated with the sink or over the counter?", the SA enquired helpfully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I JUST NEED A BLARDY SINK. HOW COME THERE'RE SO MANY REQUIREMENTS ONE????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467610885363493778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S-DbIbAma5I/AAAAAAAAAZA/G9pN_9Bxg9U/s400/IMG_0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The many types of sinks to choose from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To ensure that I made the right choice, I called the busy husband. "Hello. So what kind of sink does your mom prefers?" To which the assuring husband reply "You decide." -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheapest is from China. Scratch that. Second is Australia. It even comes with free integrated chopping board and drainer. Old people like freebies right? I asked the friendly SA. She must be thinking I'm using my in-laws as an excuse to buy a sink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ini mini miny moe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, I decided on Reginox (from Holland) sink. Matt finish, less prone to scratches, deep basins. Ang mo brand cannot go wrong right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After rounds of mind boggling to choose the 'perfect' sink, I proceeded to the cashier to confirm my order.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Miss, so what kind of tap do you want to go with it? Mixer or non mixer? Short one, tall one sturdy one or thin one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!!!!!????!!!!!!!!!!!!????!!!!!!!!!!!!????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467614625518483234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S-DeiILCdyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/RjIWG1W1HVU/s400/IMG_0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The many types of taps to choose from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luckily, taps only come in ONE color. I was pretty impressed that it took less than an hour to purchase the items. C warned beforehand that delivery is not included and that I would have to cash and carry home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankfully, the showroom didn't have ready stocks and so they offered to deliver the items FOC. How do you expect me to hand carry those things in my stilettos?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I passed the receipt to my in-laws when I reached their place and explained on how I managed to decide on what sink was supposedly the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They nodded doubtfully and proceeded to ask, "So when are you going to get the cooker hob?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-9017447656764183818?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/9017447656764183818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=9017447656764183818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/9017447656764183818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/9017447656764183818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/05/wife-has-to-wear-many-hats.html' title='A wife has to wear many hats'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S-DaO6pJSdI/AAAAAAAAAY4/jCiFq4MBV98/s72-c/IMG_0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-6367307053017811669</id><published>2010-05-05T09:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:11:21.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Labour Day Fiesta 1</title><content type='html'>Well, the name says it all. Labour Day is meant to be a day when everyone should not be working. However, this year, Labour Day falls unconventionally on a Saturday, which doesn't really benefit the office hours people aka us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the recommendation from Rach, we wanted to check out the Riders Cafe. But to our dismay, the place is fully booked until Sunday 3pm (still have specific time wor!) Everyone is hungry on a Labour's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwavered, I went online and check out the possible places for brunch. I will not succumb to Mac-boring-Donalds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we decided to go to Singapore Polo Club - a substitute from Riders Cafe and Jayden could still get to see the horses. To our delight, the place was practically empty and thus no reservations were required. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, how can breakfast food go so wrong right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S92UXGSln3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/oNZjSsuZTAU/s800/play05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden was pretty apprehensive when he was told that we were going to see horses. We have no idea how the boy related them to dinosaurs and thought horses will eat him up. We were even more perplexed at how he related himself to a squirrel. (Note to self: No more Ice Age cartoons for the son. Barney is safer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, the boy enjoyed the horse watching. The food, on the contrary, was a total let-down. I ordered banana pancakes with berries and fruit compote. The name sounded so tantalizing but when served, it was only ONE pancake to share with the son, with no berries and dried compote that looked expired. Food bad, service horrible. It is little wonder why the place is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were later informed that the restaurant will be closed to the public from July onwards. With that kind of unappetizing food and service, we were more than happy to scratch the place from our brunch list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We MUST check out Riders Cafe soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-6367307053017811669?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/6367307053017811669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=6367307053017811669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/6367307053017811669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/6367307053017811669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/05/labour-day-fiesta-1.html' title='Labour Day Fiesta 1'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S92UXGSln3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/oNZjSsuZTAU/s72-c/play05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5784684958629608483</id><published>2010-05-03T10:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:04:48.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playdate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>April in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happened so quick and fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was the business trip to Korea. Then followed by playdates, and birthday celebrations all happening in weekly sequence! I like it that weekends are packed with activities. We are seriously running out of ideas (and energy) to bring the kid out these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;** AT THE YIP'S**&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was connivingly planned as a playdate at our abode for the kids. However, we had 6 bored adults in the house who needed serious entertainment other than watching soapy old drama serials on the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, we needed the kids to take their afternoon nap. What reckoned to be a challenge proved to be such a breeze! I was pretty amazed that Jayden could actually go to sleep with all the action going on. I was even more impressed when Chloe and Bosco took their snooze as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such perfect arrangement for us to start our MJ session. :D HUAT AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S92UShl0QzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_dc94A8lEpg/s800/play01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Potluck lunch at our house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is oblivious why there aren't photos of the food and MJ sessions. Time is precious before the kiddos get up. 2 hours not even enough to finish 1 round! &lt;p&gt;Looking forward to such great afternoons again. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;** 30th Birthday celebration for SY **&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S92UTqyE1RI/AAAAAAAAAYM/6r48no8XpUU/s800/play02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dinner at Sweet Indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rachel picked the place for the birthday celebration for her hubby SY. We liked the idea that we had a quiet little area to ourselves. The restaurant even went the extra mile of serving juices and little desserts for the kiddos at no extra charge. Great service! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S92UXle2_xI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KrUYidWms9w/s800/play06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;All dressed up in the birthday man's favourite color - BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S92UUrHWhQI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/B-_yIrapDw8/s800/play03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Making his wish - Look at Jayden thinking that it's his birthday too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, it was time to adjourn to Part 2 of the evening. With the opening of the RWS, our outings have succumb to 'unhealthy' (but very mind-entertaining) MJ sessions or blackjacks as well. Tsk tsk. We should go under-the-hot-sun-prawning soon eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;** Birthday Celebration for Grandpa **&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was my dad's 56th birthday. I decided to give a treat only when we get to Bali. This was to break-away from the boring buffet treats in Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nonetheless, we still had a simple dinner affair and durian feast with the rest of the family, very much to Jayden's delight despite our incessant nagging at his phlegmy cough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S92UVy-7bnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/gPTijy16E1U/s800/play04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We DIY-ed a cake from The Icing Room. Jayden gladly helped to pick the icing toppings as he knew he would get to eat them as well. The cake design turned out quite messy but Grandpa still love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that pretty much sums up what went on in April. So looking forward to our retreat this week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5784684958629608483?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5784684958629608483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5784684958629608483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5784684958629608483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5784684958629608483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/05/april-in-nutshell.html' title='April in a nutshell'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S92UShl0QzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_dc94A8lEpg/s72-c/play01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-7071859951745749012</id><published>2010-04-28T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:43:59.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>My boy at 2.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alot has commented that Jayden has grown taller, speaks (argues) better and looks like his mother (thank god).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to worry about Jayden bumping his head onto the table top. Unknowingly, he is standing well above it now. Jayden has also been sleeping in his room when he turned 1. He scoots off to join his classmates after I dropped him at school. He nags about how long I take to dress up and even chooses what I wear. He will tell me he is sick so as to avoid attending school. He can also now tell me he needs to go to the toilet and pee like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I realized my boy is no longer a baby. (although he'll always be one to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden has transformed to an intelligent boy. One that has a mind of his own, though a very stubborn one and a fiery temper to match. We are constantly struggling to guide our boy patiently. Teaching him the right values hoping that he will become a fine young man when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an ongoing challenge for us as the boy sometimes refuses to relent. Hard tactic, soft tactic. We have tried it all. Many says it is due to the Terrible Twos phase. We certainly hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, Jayden has brought to the family immerse joy whenever he cracks a cold joke. (He is such a cheeky boy!) He also provides never ending worries to us whenever he falls ill or have a bump on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious son is 30 months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy &amp;amp; Daddy loves you always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465353667106166914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S9jWNBu92II/AAAAAAAAAXo/m18UP0DfnyA/s400/pail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-7071859951745749012?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/7071859951745749012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=7071859951745749012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7071859951745749012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7071859951745749012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-boy-at-25.html' title='My boy at 2.5'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S9jWNBu92II/AAAAAAAAAXo/m18UP0DfnyA/s72-c/pail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-2983949917045004360</id><published>2010-04-18T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:37:39.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Seoul in 5 days</title><content type='html'>I've come to realize that flying in the midnight hour is no child's play. Arriving at the destination at an unearthly hour with an atrocious line of crowd is not amusing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S8sQ8G-AoMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-9fPRjdctIM/s800/kr01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arrived at Incheon airport at 7:07 Seoul time = 6:07 Sg time!! *yawn yawn* Not enough sleep. And look at the maddening queue! I wished a rain would chase them away. -_- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S8sQ9B3LIQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PwKyn0cRNdY/s800/kr02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very "not-so-funny" driver told me we would reached the hotel in 30 mins. I dozed off shortly after and awoke 1.5 hours only to find myself still stuck in the streaming morning jam. "How long more do we need to get to the hotel?" I asked. "30 mins" said the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized later that "30 mins" was the only English word he knew. At least I thought so. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S8sQ97ZwMZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/BcOKU_YZXLU/s800/kr03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stayed at the Intercon and the room was HUGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S8sQ-W2YFoI/AAAAAAAAAW4/oFQdzA0TwjU/s800/kr04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The subway in Seoul was like a labyrinth! With no time to lose, I had to carefully pick the "MUST GO" places to get the "MUST GET" things on my long long shopping list from friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first, it was to Jamsil - where Lotte Mart is and the nearest Toys R Us store I could find. Yes, toys for my boy first. He is priority!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S8sQ_Tf9P0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/gV2of0doYw0/s800/kr05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They have cashiers moulded like trains, so cute! In the end, I bought 2 sets of the same things - one for Jayden, the other for Ziv's coming birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S8sRAclysRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_w-mvn6dg_U/s800/kr06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, to the famous Dongdaemon. Sadly, there was NOTHING I could buy. Perhaps with limited time, it wasn't wise to comb through the flea markets - in the freezing windy weather.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Myeong-dong, on the other hand was livelier. And that's where the beauty frenzy starts. BB cream, face masks, foot masks, whatever cream/gel/moouse that you can slap on your face at crazily affordable prices! I bought so many facial masks, people must be thinking that I have a serious skin problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fun ends, it's time for real work - meetings, late nights and lots of drinking over a sumptous spread of dinner. Cel made me felt worst by saying that she goes to the gym everyday. *stare*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S8sRCBq3ngI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kHYwIkDI-cQ/s800/kr08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hot shabu shabu for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cherry blossoms on the way to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And cheers to Apple Soju!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S8sRC1EYWQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Etp-S1qz1JQ/s800/kr09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. Eating like this everyday, how not to put on weight ah. *stares at erupting tummy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the week were spent like a recycled routine. Wake up, rush for meetings, talk, eat, drink, then crawl back to hotel late at night to get 4 hours of sleep. And tomorrow starts again. Kind of reminded me of late night feedings. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S8sRBJqIv1I/AAAAAAAAAXE/qthnnLsafw0/s800/kr07.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The loots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 baggages and 2 more at the airport. I had no idea how I managed to lug them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have never been happier to be back home, in the familiar heat and my personal slave aka Dylan to help me carry my shopping bags. Tee hee hee... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-2983949917045004360?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/2983949917045004360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=2983949917045004360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2983949917045004360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/2983949917045004360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/04/seoul-in-5-days.html' title='Seoul in 5 days'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S8sQ8G-AoMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/-9fPRjdctIM/s72-c/kr01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-335845864596447021</id><published>2010-04-14T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:33:40.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Phone talk</title><content type='html'>When I was in Korea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** Over the phone **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: "Mummy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, baby. How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: "Mummy...I want surprise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: "????!!!!! Ok. I've bought you a surprise but you need to be a good boy and get well ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: "Jayden good boy. No sick" (even though he was running a high fever at 39.6 degrees!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: "Remember to take your medicine and go to bed early ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: *cheeky giggles* "Ok mummy. Love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: *heart melts* "I love you too. Good night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: "Good night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that instant, how I wish I could go back and attend to my sick boy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden's off school for the entire week. We reckoned he should get ample rest and not risk getting another viral infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the third day and I'm praying hard my boy gets back to health again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-335845864596447021?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/335845864596447021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=335845864596447021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/335845864596447021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/335845864596447021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/04/phone-talk.html' title='Phone talk'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-1790223566942945483</id><published>2010-04-05T21:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:55:11.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playdate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>... since I have some decent activities for the boy. Jayden is getting so active these days that I would rather spend the undisturbed time napping with him or simply just watching the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Good Friday happened to be the only long weekend left for the rest of 2010 (at least I heard), so time is precious. We need to get the son out of the house, before he tells his friends that his parents are boring people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was initially planned to be a JB-cum-seafood on Thursday evening. However, local report warned us not to get ourselves stucked in the crazy jam at customs. So the plan was scrapped. Unwavered, we decided to meet for Brunch instead the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the Hengs and the Yips tried somewhere else - Hatched, quite akin to Easter Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S7nprjeg9KI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c60Yn_JWP7Q/s800/hatch_brunch00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boys looking at the kids menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S7npsv-l0eI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bqj5W9UyFXI/s800/hatch_brunch01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yum yum yum. Too hungry to take more photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty disappointed when the restaurant failed to serve the animal pancakes for the boys. Reason being they were too busy to 'shape' the animals on the pancake. It is quite irrelevant - then don't put it on the menu right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S7nptHzzEXI/AAAAAAAAAWI/bjNQKvI4Bc0/s800/hatch_brunch02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nonetheless, the boys had some great time together. I bought some Easter chocolates from Candy Empire in the spirit of Easter Day. Jayden painted an Easter egg at school but the clumsy boy broke it on the way home before he could show it to me. :( &lt;p&gt;And it was back home for the son to take his ritual nap. But the fun didn't end. The following day, Cel and I decided to bring the boys for a swim to get away from the heat! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mac brekkie in the morning and off to the pool to splish splash!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S7npvEaw3hI/AAAAAAAAAWM/xdGsuLyU7QQ/s800/playdate01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jayden and Ziv had so much fun. They literally 'swam' two laps with the help of the float of course. And Jayden managed to kick his way through most of it - so proud of him! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S7npvg2_9_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/PRjEoXI1o2M/s800/playdate02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boys in their 'penguin' suit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day lasted pretty well until the boys started to snatch toys and got violent with each other. Cel and I just shook our heads. We knew it was time to seperate them aka naptime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Indeed, Jayden had a long deep slumber. Must be all the kicking and fighting. Good workout actually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there goes the long weekend... Can't wait for the trip to Bali in May!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-1790223566942945483?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/1790223566942945483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=1790223566942945483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1790223566942945483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1790223566942945483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S7nprjeg9KI/AAAAAAAAAWA/c60Yn_JWP7Q/s72-c/hatch_brunch00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-7565464244642436749</id><published>2010-03-26T11:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:39:56.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><title type='text'>There were 7 of them</title><content type='html'>... out of 11 that were borned in Feb &amp;amp; Mar and in an almost weekly sequence. So how can we commemorate this event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S6oYSZ3MtjI/AAAAAAAAAVI/gNWFV7PXAY0/s800/bdaybbq01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Feb &amp;amp; Mar babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Initially, we suggested to just do the usual dinner-at-a-restaurant. Subsequently, I started toying with the idea of having a mini space to ourselves with the kids running freely and not tied to the high chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So finally, we decided to have BBQ! And with everyone's food &amp;amp; drinks contribution, everything was well planned. Even weather was good! It was pouring the entire day but the rain stopped once it was time for us to set up the pit. Perfect! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S6oYTE_s0sI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qtWlyPNu56o/s800/bdaybbq02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kids @ play, Men @ work. Where are the ladies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden had a great time with the kids, sand playing, eating lots of marshmellows and hotdogs. I enjoyed being hands-free most of the time other than binging on the yummy BBQ food. Thanks to everyone for making this possible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S6oYT6a6UFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5N0rItVDT3E/s800/bdaybbq03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-7565464244642436749?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/7565464244642436749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=7565464244642436749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7565464244642436749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7565464244642436749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-were-7-of-them.html' title='There were 7 of them'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S6oYSZ3MtjI/AAAAAAAAAVI/gNWFV7PXAY0/s72-c/bdaybbq01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5866989603455865505</id><published>2010-03-23T14:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:28:55.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indulgence'/><title type='text'>I have a date</title><content type='html'>I cannot remember the last time we went out as a couple. Yes, just two of us without the third party. It used to be a weekly ritual but we realized that weekends are short and precious and hence preferred to spend it as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so to 'celebrate' the happy things that are going around us lately - Dylan getting a new job, me getting my bonus, I decided to plan something (because Mr Boring husband will not plan anything) to pamper ourselves for I think we truely deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with preparations in the morning. We were to whiz Jayden to my in-laws place as it's going to be a full day activity. Everything had to be planned seamlessly as no time should be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1115am - Dropped the Son at in-laws place (running late for 1130 appointment!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130am - Dashed to Cathay cineplex to get tickets for 2pm movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1145am - Called Equinox and said will be late by 15 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200pm - Brunch at Equinox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;BRUNCH @ EQUINOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan and I were recalling the number of times we have been to Equinox - 3. And all 3 times were treated by me (smelly smelly stingy hubby! :p) First time, I was heavily pregnant with Jayden, 2nd time we brought Jayden along and told ourselves we'll never bring him again to buffets. And the 3rd time, we finally had some time to savour the good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were heaps of fresh oysters, scallops, live prawns, crayfish, sashimi and my all time favourite saliva dripping FOIE GRAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S6ocvwZGPXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4gBdQeBBJ5k/s800/equi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yummy food - munch munch munch!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MOVIE - THE CONFUCIUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452203891747289666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S6oejXKZekI/AAAAAAAAAVY/kDOY5Z25Qgk/s400/confucius.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a 2-hour calorie stuffing activity, we realized it was time to adjourn to our movie. I have always been a follower for English movies and will never watch a Mandarin show unless it has cinematic effects worth watching. The husband being a fan for military warfare, I compromised to watch "The Confucius" which proofed to be flat boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SO BORING, I told the man that we should have just caught a cold comedy instead and have a good laugh. Nonetheless, some quality time spent with each other is good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SPA ELEMENTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 395px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452204383127122578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S6oe_9sespI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ZG61DFWY1XA/s400/spa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the finale of the day, would be to rest our tired body and have a good long-awaited knead at the spa. Alas, good times are always short-lived. And it was time to go back to pick the young man, who had been calling us all day and nagging over the phone to come home. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahhhh....such a relaxing day to get lazy and fat together. We should do it more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5866989603455865505?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5866989603455865505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5866989603455865505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5866989603455865505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5866989603455865505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-date.html' title='I have a date'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S6ocvwZGPXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4gBdQeBBJ5k/s72-c/equi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-8954063853200622010</id><published>2010-03-18T14:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:18:24.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><title type='text'>Late nights are best spent... ...</title><content type='html'>... vege-ing in front of the telly with a good series of Hong Kong drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being a fan of olden dynasty dramas, I have left the CDs to dust for about a week. Cel would eagerly ask each time "So HAVE YOU WATCHED IT?", to which I would reply in embarrasment - Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally on Tuesday, I decided to watch it - Beyond the Realm of Conscience (宫心计）.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S6HQ9wsffLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/OFz0sAmesGw/s400/tvb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a blardy good show it was! *hands and feet up* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the cast to the script to the intricate details of the costumes and jewellery, and the HAIR. It must have weighed a tonne to don that much stuff on your head!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I simply heart Susanna Kwan and Michelle Yim! They are the best bickering pair-up! I guess I got so used to watching both of them always at loggerheads that it would have been weird to see them being friendly with each other this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As what the title depicts, the show comprises of alot of conspiracy plots, back-stabbing within the royal palace. Besides, who doesn't like to see two pretty concubines or royal maid fighting with each other?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go watch it if you are a TV buff.  I know I'm pretty back-dated but it's still good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-8954063853200622010?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/8954063853200622010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=8954063853200622010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8954063853200622010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8954063853200622010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/03/late-nights-are-best-spent.html' title='Late nights are best spent... ...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S6HQ9wsffLI/AAAAAAAAAUg/OFz0sAmesGw/s72-c/tvb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5870050302327753398</id><published>2010-03-17T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:38:17.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>What did you do at school today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 5px" height="281" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S6CT81cj6TI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vCYp-BmBljI/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden brought this home from school. The teachers even provided a photo of him putting the beans into the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so heartwarming to witness your son developing into an independant boy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5870050302327753398?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5870050302327753398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5870050302327753398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5870050302327753398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5870050302327753398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-did-you-do-at-school-today.html' title='What did you do at school today?'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S6CT81cj6TI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vCYp-BmBljI/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-8014335943735850126</id><published>2010-03-16T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:44:44.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>If it can't get worse</title><content type='html'>... ... It will only get better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this notion that Fate is in your hands. But as one starts to accept the fact that Life is never fair, I'm also believing that you need to be damn blardy lucky too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Life has been pretty well for us thus far. But who is to complain when it gets even better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan finally decided to leave his current job after 5 years (I have job hopped 2 times since!). He's rather excited to join the new company together with a bigger pay package! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with greater power comes greater responsibilities. I am hoping it doesn't mean sacrificing his weekends at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step closer to our future dream home! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&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/9095775204658529153-8014335943735850126?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/8014335943735850126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=8014335943735850126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8014335943735850126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8014335943735850126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-it-can-get-worse.html' title='If it can&amp;#39;t get worse'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-1332926959119644302</id><published>2010-03-12T14:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:49:11.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indulgence'/><title type='text'>I need to get that gadget!</title><content type='html'>March has got to be my highest spending month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From beauty spree to holiday trips, I have now succumb to venturing into IT fairs and come out with loots that I'm not sure if I will &lt;strike&gt;fully&lt;/strike&gt; ever use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I have also purchased my very VERY early 30th birthday gift - no thanks to the attractive additional discount that fateful day. I was pacing up and down outside the shopping outlet for hours before I decided to step foot and burst my credit card limit. (more on that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I had over-spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... but such hedonistic purchases are self-gratifying. Besides, I have a friend who shared her 'wisdom' with me - "Life is short. Money is meant to be spent". I hate her guts. But more often, I admire her for always taking the plunge and living life without regrets. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, shopping is therapeutic - regardless of what I buy. Of course, I try to not to open my letter box too soon. Seeing the bills sent promptly is a killjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S5sju75njyI/AAAAAAAAFCk/tnFNuv44VcI/s800/netbook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a 500GB HDD to store the heaps of photos and videos of Jayden. Yes. It's only meant to store his stuff and it is THAT MANY. I was about to sieve myself out of the jam when I heard a luring voice over the loudspeaker - "Cheap Sale! Netbook for sale! Only 5 sets!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That froze me on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed the idea of buying a netbook a gazillion times for the fact that I hardly use the com at home. But having to fight with Dylan on who gets the mouse sometimes peeves me. Coincidently, the color was the same as the HDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;IT MUST BE A SIGN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes both me and Dylan happy. After all, Money is meant to be spent right? *winks at knowing friend*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-1332926959119644302?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/1332926959119644302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=1332926959119644302' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1332926959119644302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1332926959119644302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-to-get-that-gadget.html' title='I need to get that gadget!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S5sju75njyI/AAAAAAAAFCk/tnFNuv44VcI/s72-c/netbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-821952740923770187</id><published>2010-03-12T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:52:31.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>We're going away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S5mqRkA9XfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/i0-qI1oSBvs/s1600-h/bali.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447572442983521778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S5mqRkA9XfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/i0-qI1oSBvs/s400/bali.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S5mprwH35qI/AAAAAAAAAUE/FBf_zTzQP9Q/s1600-h/bali.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES. AGAIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Son loved the beach so much that we decided to bring him further this time. This time, to Club Med Bali. We liked the idea of not having to worry about what to bring for the fussy eater as meals &amp;amp; drinks are provided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of it, Jayden's maternal grandparents are coming along as well! Something I have been looking forward to do as a big family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to getting sun burnt. NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-821952740923770187?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/821952740923770187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=821952740923770187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/821952740923770187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/821952740923770187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/03/were-going-away.html' title='We&apos;re going away...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S5mqRkA9XfI/AAAAAAAAAUM/i0-qI1oSBvs/s72-c/bali.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-8519312697504243712</id><published>2010-03-10T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:56:53.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playdate'/><title type='text'>BRUNCH</title><content type='html'>Is a word I seldom use ever since we had a kid that wakes up earlier than your alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Cel &amp;amp; family has inspired me to do that more often. Of course, having brunch with good company is certainly more encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel suggested having brunch at this quaint place near Phoenix Park - Spruce over the weekend. Having our kids waking up at different hours always makes it tough to arrange a good timing. But nonetheless, Cel and I always make efforts to make every meetup possible. Anyway, we only need to pack the diaper bag and demand our slave driver to get us there pronto! We have since ditched the &lt;strike&gt;nightmare&lt;/strike&gt; idea of single-handedly driving our kids around in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S5ZSbclzlTI/AAAAAAAAFBM/cnVzHw2Pa3A/s800/spruce01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The place was great, food was delectable. Loved the german sausages and banana pancakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can miss placing the two boys together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S5ZSdLhRLEI/AAAAAAAAFBQ/yIqia-UXT8g/s800/spruce02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S5ZSfIHnJMI/AAAAAAAAFBU/yxJdcaVblBg/s800/spruce03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we really didn't starve the boys. They had alot of pancakes and sausages. Whatever one eats, the other must follow as well. Monkey see, monkey do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help digging out the past photos of the boys sitting side-by-side. Jayden seemed more sociable back then - or rather prefer to irritate Ziv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S5ZW_f2bBvI/AAAAAAAAFBw/GRzf17gXPg8/s800/spruce04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-8519312697504243712?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/8519312697504243712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=8519312697504243712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8519312697504243712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8519312697504243712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/03/brunch.html' title='BRUNCH'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S5ZSbclzlTI/AAAAAAAAFBM/cnVzHw2Pa3A/s72-c/spruce01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-5465866785785472544</id><published>2010-03-10T09:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:40:00.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indulgence'/><title type='text'>The Beauty Regime</title><content type='html'>... ... is a very expensive routine to maintain. However, one shall never compromise on the quality of the products as the end result would evidently show on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALRIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is merely an excuse to redeem myself from the mad buying spree I had last week at the Robinsons sale. I was happily swipping the credit card without a hoot. In a mere half and hour, I am a 400 bucks poorer. If the credit card could function like the EZlink, I'm pretty sure I would have broken the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S5ULbklALMI/AAAAAAAAFAY/_G3ia_Zrqjw/s400/P1010792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My loyal 'friend' for the past 10 years - SKII&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MAC cosmectics for daily use&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Clinique facial wash in jumbo size (limited edition)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-5465866785785472544?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/5465866785785472544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=5465866785785472544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5465866785785472544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/5465866785785472544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/03/beauty-regime.html' title='The Beauty Regime'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S5ULbklALMI/AAAAAAAAFAY/_G3ia_Zrqjw/s72-c/P1010792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-8361163943029553996</id><published>2010-03-09T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:40:31.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indulgence'/><title type='text'>The Sequel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was supposed to be a bag. The word "Out of Stock" does not exist in my shopping list. And hence, I have got to get something from Europe! And thanks to Rach, my dreams are fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, a long wallet to fit all the cards and bills. It also doubles up as an evening clutch! Yums!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S5ULC6IGJhI/AAAAAAAAFAU/uOSEibraqfc/s800/miumiuwallet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-8361163943029553996?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/8361163943029553996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=8361163943029553996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8361163943029553996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/8361163943029553996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/03/sequel.html' title='The Sequel'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S5ULC6IGJhI/AAAAAAAAFAU/uOSEibraqfc/s72-c/miumiuwallet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-1776806924903755746</id><published>2010-03-09T08:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:17:13.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Birthday surprise for the hub</title><content type='html'>Having enjoyed ourselves at the &lt;a href="http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-had-been-eventful.html"&gt;Amara Sentosa&lt;/a&gt; a year ago, I decided to spring a staycation surprise for Dylan on his birthday at Rasa Sentosa. The idea was to stay over at a resort that was near the beach and to spend some family bonding time getting toasted under the scorching sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For obvious reasons, chalets at the beach doesn't sound like a pampered getaway for the old man. And to plan a surprise, pack the luggage, sneak the luggage to the car and to get the unknowing birthday man to the destination seemed almost mission impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Jayden and I managed to pull the stunt. I have been telling Jayden we will be going to Sentosa over the past week until the boy thinks it was his birthday rather than his dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy man, at least in my opinion, got himself aD24 durian mousse cake (although he would have just preferred a 猫山王 topped with a candle), a Burberry Black Label messanger bag that I have pre-ordered from Japan eons ago and of course the best company of us! :p Excuse the mushy words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S5ULBhUNRQI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/I5guEDYyh7Q/s800/dylanbday02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S3-Ok5CLKfI/AAAAAAAAE_U/jCa8WhEsPew/s800/dylanbday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so we did some touristy thing around Sentosa as well - sitting the monorail, patronizing the Resort World and hovering around the entrance of the casino watching hordes of people rushing to have a hand at the table. Dinner was at the self-acclaimed Silver Shell Cafe which turned out tad disappointing with the array of food spread.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Overall, the husband and son enjoyed themselves. So that's MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-1776806924903755746?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/1776806924903755746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=1776806924903755746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1776806924903755746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1776806924903755746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthday-surprise-for-hub.html' title='Birthday surprise for the hub'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S5ULBhUNRQI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/I5guEDYyh7Q/s72-c/dylanbday02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-7059877464063879168</id><published>2010-03-03T16:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:19:17.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>The "WHY" zone</title><content type='html'>Nope. Our boy has not entered the "Why" zone. In fact, he has made his parents fall into his conniving trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of our toddler quizzing us on things, we were the ones asking the "Why" in almost every conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: I'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;Worried Mummy: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are you not happy?&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boy just stops at "Because" as he can't explain why he's not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: *takes off his pants &amp;amp; diapers and scoots off*&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did you take them off?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: Mummy, I want to wear the truck shirt (in a hot weather)&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do you want to wear them? It's so HOT!&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: *thinks for a while* Try first ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: Don't like Ms Wong (his teacher in school)&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do you dislike Ms Wong?&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: Because...Ms Wong scold me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost to believe that the "Why" zone was unknowingly created by the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Jayden has started to become more conversant. His list of vocab expands in leaps and bounds each week. It has also become a fun experience each time I speak on the phone with the boy. On the other hand, we are also to be mindful of our words as well. We realized the cheeky boy tends to eavesdrop on our conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan and I have practically barred certain words. But to surpress angry words can be extremely tough at times. Just the other day, I bought a new DVD for Jayden and the sales assistant at Kiddy Palace brilliantly forgot to put into the bag. We didn't realized it until we got home. I went "ARRGGGHH!!" Jayden went "Shit! Stupid Auntie!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-7059877464063879168?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/7059877464063879168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=7059877464063879168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7059877464063879168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7059877464063879168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-zone.html' title='The &quot;WHY&quot; zone'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-1418453707631691712</id><published>2010-02-22T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:40:47.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>Sleeping in the buff</title><content type='html'>We're still wondering who he has inherited this habit from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden has the penchant of taking off his pjs and diaper in the middle of the night. This got me worried because he is not toilet trained yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This resulted in alot of touching and feeling the mattress IN THE DARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no idea why. Could he be feeling hot? We've tried swopping to shorts but the son just prefer not to wear ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were desperate times I wondered if this act is even part of the T2 phase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be an urgent sign to start toilet training the son SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-1418453707631691712?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/1418453707631691712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=1418453707631691712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1418453707631691712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/1418453707631691712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleeping-in-buff.html' title='Sleeping in the buff'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-4958129799044274727</id><published>2010-02-22T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:13:04.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>... ... TEN is the number of days, Jayden has been off the pacifier and hanky. This time, it went pretty smoothly as he probably understood that he was getting too old for it. No fuss, no whining. I am very proud of my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 1st day he is at the in-law's place. That will determine if Jayden has truely weaned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crossing my fingers AND TOES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-4958129799044274727?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/4958129799044274727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=4958129799044274727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4958129799044274727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4958129799044274727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/02/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-7232154613378226295</id><published>2010-02-20T15:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:41:11.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>A post a month</title><content type='html'>One of the resolution was to try and pen down as many moments as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the kid gets older, your age catches up, the energy level drops beyond the power to even lift a finger on the keyboard - blogging is starting to become a monthly (if I'm lucky) affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A run-thru of events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S3-OecU9fYI/AAAAAAAAE_A/WC__ZFG3reg/s800/pageboy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden was the pageboy for Rach &amp;amp; SY's wedding. Liv helped me to find a Nautica (branded some more) boy suit when she went to States in Dec. Apparently, boy suits are almost extinct here or just looked plain ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shy boy didn't managed to complete his 'task' to open the bridal door and jumping on the bridal bed. Nonetheless, glad the wedding ceremony went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, TIGER CHINESE NEW YEAR IS HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Dylan's family decided to ditch the norm of having the routine steamboat. So MIL whipped up a few dishes instead and even cooked bird's nest for dessert! *burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is the time of the year where Jayden's bank account figures starts accelerating and his parents's account plummets. I wished I was a blessed kid in this generation. Jayden had so much chrysanthemum tea, he calls it the yellow juice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S3-Ogbl-nMI/AAAAAAAAE_E/PBC6sTrDhWw/s800/cny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once CNY was over, it was time to accompany our son at his new pre-nursery school. Having attended playgroup for the past few months, I assumed that Jayden should adapt his new school pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the school hours were longer (it used to be 1.5 hours and now 3 hours) or perhaps it's a new environment or even perhaps the curriculum was SO BORING. Jayden fussed alot even when we were with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been telling him that he'll be on his own coming Monday. Hopefully he is ready to be independant by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S3-Ohy0-F5I/AAAAAAAAE_M/NkrUjj38l9I/s800/jay1stsch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S3-OjeDMF2I/AAAAAAAAE_Q/rPSc7DiAOMY/s800/jay2ndsch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Playdate with Chloe after school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY TIGER NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9095775204658529153-7232154613378226295?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/7232154613378226295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=7232154613378226295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7232154613378226295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7232154613378226295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-month.html' title='A post a month'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S3-OecU9fYI/AAAAAAAAE_A/WC__ZFG3reg/s72-c/pageboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-7984239678494076188</id><published>2010-02-01T11:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:43:24.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jayden'/><title type='text'>You go potty, you get a sweet</title><content type='html'>I have no idea when it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, it never crossed my mind to start potty train Jayden as I left the dirty task to his school to manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Jayden has been showing signs of waiting to go to the toilet. And so, we took out the potty over the weekend and left it in our bath room, hoping for a miracle to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have randomly told Jayden before that if he needed to pee pee or poo poo, he needs to use the potty (although back then, we didn't even have a potty in the house). Last Sunday, Jayden initiated that he needed to poo poo and proceeded to the potty. And so he sat, and sat, and sat. But nothing came out. Then he asked if he could take off his diapers and try again. And he sat, and sat, and sat again. Still zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what sweet mother of science struck me, I suggested to Jayden confidently that if he can poo poo in his potty, he will get a sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, Jayden came running to me, diaper-less, screaming "Mummy! Mummy! Sweet! Sweet!" I proceeded to the potty, and found a tiny dropping. REJOICE! My son has finally poo-ed in the potty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because parents are supposed to keep promises to their kid, Jayden got himself a sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, Jayden managed to squeeze a second tiny dropping and requested for another sweet. So scheming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the night, our son also managed to pee for the first time in the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we looking forward to diaper-free days too soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-7984239678494076188?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/7984239678494076188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=7984239678494076188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7984239678494076188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/7984239678494076188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-go-potty-you-get-sweet.html' title='You go potty, you get a sweet'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-6625317864428808295</id><published>2010-01-26T11:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:38:04.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>It's almost February!</title><content type='html'>Everytime when I reached home, showered, settle the little terror to bed, it leaves me just a couple of hours max to have some personal time before we hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being such a couch potato, I often find myself in front of the telly, trying to catch up on the latest &lt;strike&gt;news&lt;/strike&gt;(yeah right) drama series so as to be updated on the latest rave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shamelessly admit that the Wii has been sitting unassembled in the living room for the past 5 days. And only yesterday, after countless nagging to the IT goondu aka Dylan, that I decided to fix it up myself. And we only got to creating our own Miis - not even near playing a game of tennis yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence, I hope you get the drift on my lack of posts. I am just *ahem* &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, we had a few 'activities' lined-up over past few weeks that kept us out of the house most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We first started 2010 celebrating with the Heng's family. Dinner at Conrad's Oscars (yes, I finally got the outdated photos from Cel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S12uzy8VyUI/AAAAAAAAE90/mqQRMrQwHEQ/s800/nye01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;New Year celebration at Conrad's Oscars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we visited Snow City, complimentary tickets from Dylan's friend. We were amazed at how spontaneous Jayden was when he insisted to have a go at the 'snow-slide' despite shivering in his pants. We were also astounded at the mad crowd that was queueing up for just one turn to get down the bumpy, not-so-fun, I-almost-teared-my-leggings slide. Basically, that place was a one-off and thank goodness, it was complimentary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S12u1AFinyI/AAAAAAAAE94/K52GqwHpftg/s800/play01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jayden at Snow City and East Coast Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just last week, we celebrated Olivia's 30th birthday. She requested for everyone to be dressed in red &amp;amp; black. Even the cake Irene ordered was color coordinated and I'm very pleased with the result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to let Jayden stayed till midnight and he was really determined to wait till the cake cutting. He wouldn't even allow us to bring him home despite being so sleepy. However, the poor boy was getting grumpy and quiet by 11pm and so Liv relented and decided to have her birthday earlier. (Thanks!) And Jayden did finish the big slice of cake and said we can go home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S12u2tOOFwI/AAAAAAAAE98/09L9IlXTsuM/s800/liv01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia's 30th Birthday celebration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We literally dragged ourselves out from bed the following day to meet Dewi &amp;amp; family to the Science Center.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jayden wasn't very pleased with me wanting to take a photo with the dinosaur. I even had to explain to him that it's just a battery operated toy and the funny boy requested to check its tail for batteries! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S12u4Xez_pI/AAAAAAAAE-A/nT2qT5TxAWw/s800/sc01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S12u5zyc-nI/AAAAAAAAE-E/DmuXRBAIkz8/s800/sc02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that Jayden chooses his friends selectively. He can be quite stubbon and unsociable at times. He will tell me that he only has two friends (out of 10) in his school. I hope it's just a passing phase and he can learn to open up with his playmates more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S12u7hdp9gI/AAAAAAAAE-I/W3rAs19PPg8/s800/sc03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden and Chloe were holding hands diligently while the crazy mom, me, were trying to take snapshots of them. Both of them let go of their hands once I said "Ok!" and ran off in opposite directions. Gosh...they really don't like each other eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S12u8_wkJbI/AAAAAAAAE-M/OiPdTiOg1Ak/s800/sc04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a nice trip to the west on a Sunday morning. It has been ages since I last stepped foot at the Science Center. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could hardly remember any of the exhibits except the chick hatching incubator that left me traumatised for months and not eating any eggs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A new month awaits and there will be more exciting activities ahead - Daddy's birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-6625317864428808295?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/6625317864428808295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=6625317864428808295' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/6625317864428808295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/6625317864428808295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-almost-february.html' title='It&apos;s almost February!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_fMrfP40dRG0/S12uzy8VyUI/AAAAAAAAE90/mqQRMrQwHEQ/s72-c/nye01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-4879556067246636447</id><published>2010-01-22T15:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:20:03.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Wii make me so FIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S1lmW5WEdaI/AAAAAAAAATg/BXQOjL4B2ko/s1600-h/wiifit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429483369308386722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S1lmW5WEdaI/AAAAAAAAATg/BXQOjL4B2ko/s400/wiifit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much contemplation, nail-bitting, hair tearing sessions (ok, all the above actions are exaggerated), we decided to cave in to all the "what-ifs" that has been buzzing around our heads for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanced upon a Wii fair held outside Carrefour Suntec. Dylan happened to also be at Suntec - it's a sure &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"must-buy-or-you're-going-to-regret"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SIGN. And so, we decided to check out the bundle package. The Wii Fit caught Dylan's interest and being a computer &lt;strike&gt;guru&lt;/strike&gt; goondu, I reckoned that this might help to keep the house entertained - perhaps for the next few weeks or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, who wants to place bets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-4879556067246636447?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/4879556067246636447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=4879556067246636447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4879556067246636447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/4879556067246636447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/01/wii-make-me-so-fit.html' title='Wii make me so FIT'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S1lmW5WEdaI/AAAAAAAAATg/BXQOjL4B2ko/s72-c/wiifit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095775204658529153.post-94822454621834648</id><published>2010-01-13T22:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:45:39.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Is it over yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S03WuVq6bRI/AAAAAAAAATY/YdBonXoO70c/s1600-h/P1010239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426229217630776594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S03WuVq6bRI/AAAAAAAAATY/YdBonXoO70c/s400/P1010239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X'mas is certainly over and done with. But the X'mas tree remains in the corner of our living room - untouched. Of course, the kid and presents not included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are still hoping for a special vaccum to compact the humongous tree into a tiny tupperware and store it until next X'mas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the other day, we saw a shrink-wrapped X'mas tree at a jewellery outlet, ready to be packed into storage. Now, who said we were the only lazy ones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated the New Year's eve at the Marina Float with my usual gang. This is the 5th consecutive year that we do this together - Dinner and then countdown with the Fireworks. I must admit that the mini concert at the Float was flat boring. I wished we could have done more with hanging around a cafe, sipping on a nice glass of champange and yabbering away. Besides, we hardly get to have hearty chats nowadays. Nonetheless, the company was great. And I'm still hoping for a new companion in the group for Jayden. Perhaps this year? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to 2nd Jan. We met Celeste &amp;amp; family for the ritual new year dinner. This time, it's our 4th new year spent together. Dylan was raving alot on the seafood &amp;amp; oysters he heard and very much wanted to try out. And so, we conned the other unknowing family to Conrad's Oscars and had a great time feasting. You have no idea how much fat burning exercises Celeste and I sweated just to attend this food binging 'event'. No photos available as I'm still waiting for the retun of my SD card. Yoohoo? Cel, you hear me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, 2009 whizzed passed by like a breeze. One moment, I was reminiscing on the birth of my son, the next moment, I am worrying about Jayden adapting to his new pre school. And not to mention planning the next house shift cautiously as that would determine his elementary school in future! How scary can Parenthood gets?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS ** &lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks into 2010 and I didn't even had the time to blog about my new year resolutions! I traced back how we spent the last days of &lt;a href="http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-days-of-2008.html"&gt;2008 &lt;/a&gt;and what my &lt;a href="http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-had-been-eventful.html"&gt;2009&lt;/a&gt; resolutions were. And surprisingly, I didn't set any goals for myself in 2009. It was just purely time spent with good friends, family and reflection on how much my boy has grown in a year. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A walk-thru on what was done in 2009... ...&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jan - Staycation at The Amara Sentosa with Dylan &amp;amp; Jayden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feb - CNY, Daddy's birthday &amp;amp; Jayden started his 1st class at Grace Kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mar - Jayden managed to sleep independantly in his own room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apr - Jayden contracted chicken pox at 18 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May - Trip to Hokkaido Japan, also the time when Jayden refuses to sleep on his own again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jun - Rested the whole month and did NOTHING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jul - Mummy's birthday! Attended a Jakarta wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aug - Jayden goes to the Zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sep - Jayden starts going to playgroup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oct - Jayden turns terrible two! Birthday retreat to Club Med, Bintan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nov - Group trip to Phuket with the gang (Bon, Adrian, Bryan), bought my 2nd bag - Miu Miu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dec - X'mas gathering with our friends and counting down to the next year&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;p&gt;So what will be my 2010 resolutions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 long holiday, probably USA or Japan &amp;amp; 1 short holiday, hopefully to bring Jayden along to Hong Kong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more patient to Jayden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrating my 30th birthday overseas with my gfs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going diving again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my dream bag - Chanel 2.55 Classic Jumbo (when can I own you!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staying healthy - swimming and hitting the gym every week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going health screenings yearly - have to plan one for Dylan soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start saving to plan for house shifting in 2 years time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay on my current job at least for &gt; 2 years (I job hop every 2 years)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Further studies to enhance my portfolio and of course better pay to fulfil Pt 8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 resolutions are hard enough to keep so that's enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lastly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095775204658529153-94822454621834648?l=mybabyyip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/feeds/94822454621834648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9095775204658529153&amp;postID=94822454621834648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/94822454621834648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095775204658529153/posts/default/94822454621834648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybabyyip.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-over-yet.html' title='Is it over yet?'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMK7wrKSML4/S03WuVq6bRI/AAAAAAAAATY/YdBonXoO70c/s72-c/P1010239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
