<?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-21186549</id><updated>2011-12-22T17:31:21.366+11:00</updated><category term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><category term='Review Me'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='Blogitive'/><category term='BA'/><category term='You may like to know...'/><category term='PayU2Blog'/><category term='Male Moment'/><category term='Lousy cooking'/><category term='Smorty'/><category term='Bloggerwave'/><category term='PPP'/><category term='Creamaid'/><category term='Blogsvertise'/><category term='SR'/><category term='Disclosure Policy'/><category term='LL'/><title type='text'>Bubba Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1814</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2235915166655780382</id><published>2009-08-20T14:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:51:06.034+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A very expensive chair.</title><content type='html'>The dentist's chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Finally got around to get my crowning done. After all, I can only have the band around the affected molar for so long. Either the band will come loose eventually, or the food stuck in there will give me one heck of an infection, or worse still, bad breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I've got my tax return, and fortunately, that covers the cost. That is, with this dentist of mine. Remember &lt;a href="http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-tagged.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post? I know. That was a while back. I waited THAT long. I did my root canal with another dentist, very unfaithful of me, but mine wasn't around when agonizing pain struck me. Probably a lot more money too. I knew I was a 'waterfish' when I saw the chief receptionist of this other dentist, a.k.a. his wife, donning large diamond rings on her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dental pain is not something you would want to wait, or suffer in silence. Or rather, you really can't be silent about it. And it usually arrives at the most inconvenient times, e.g. late nights, when all dental clinics or pharmacies are closed, weekends, long weekends, holidays. You get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will be a good girl, and spend the money willingly.  Two more weeks to a brand new molar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2235915166655780382?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2235915166655780382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2235915166655780382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2235915166655780382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2235915166655780382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-expensive-chair.html' title='A very expensive chair.'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6210178543565626414</id><published>2009-08-20T14:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:23:58.996+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Daydreaming of Panama Beach</title><content type='html'>As I slave over the house chores and cooking, stirring the beef rendang, I am visualizing the soft, sandy beach, and cool breeze blowing on my kaftan, and me, holding a glass of crouschen and riesling on my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm..... that could happen you know. Air fares are ridiculously low lately, and anytime I can rely on the internet to find just about any &lt;a href="http://bookit.com/us/florida/panama-city-beach/"&gt;panama city beach fl&lt;/a&gt; hotels that offers the same low rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sigh. Time. Where is it when you need it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6210178543565626414?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6210178543565626414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6210178543565626414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6210178543565626414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6210178543565626414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/daydreaming-of-panama-beach.html' title='Daydreaming of Panama Beach'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2411105368854185789</id><published>2009-08-20T14:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:26:30.201+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Men around the house</title><content type='html'>The old one is quite typical, but at least kinda tidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young oneeee....... mmmmm....... drives me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to be tidy, even turning down the corners of the bath mat and make it flat again if it got folded. Now? Thomas and friends and Hot Wheels strewn around the carpet and lounge room. When he got tired of the floor, he would then dig out the colour pencils or pens to do some drawing, and halfway doing that, perhaps fold a paper aeroplane or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he would decide he wanted to play with his Lego set, and stormed into his room. All over the floor in his room, are tiny pieces of Lego, and the old Transformer autobots passed down to him from almost twenty years back, an old collection of my youngest brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Oh, then he would change his mind and wanted to play with the golf set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sigh in resignation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2411105368854185789?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2411105368854185789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2411105368854185789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2411105368854185789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2411105368854185789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/men-around-house.html' title='Men around the house'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-7958517540036840869</id><published>2009-08-11T00:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:57:30.824+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Hubby's brithday present</title><content type='html'>I know in Asian culture, for the Chinese that is, it is a taboo to give shoes as a present. But I thought it is practical and nice too, since it is time for him to get a new pair anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has gone through many pairs of shoes. Merrell, Skechers, Clarks, Timberland, but have yet to try the brand &lt;a href="http://www.shoe-store.net/"&gt;Dansko&lt;/a&gt;. I have read some good reviews about it and think I should get him a pair. Also to get him be the guinea pig. If it turns out to be durable and comfortable, I would probably get a pair for myself too, for work. Being on my feet for six hours a night for work, it has to be of those two qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got cheaper ones before, but lasted only a few months. Now I do believe in what we pay is what we get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-7958517540036840869?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7958517540036840869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=7958517540036840869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7958517540036840869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7958517540036840869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/hubbys-brithday-present.html' title='Hubby&apos;s brithday present'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-3870170431453427374</id><published>2009-08-11T00:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:50:46.909+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been lazy</title><content type='html'>I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder if anyone would even check in on me anymore. And for all I know, I think I have even forgotten my username and password for my Wordpress blog. Lazy to the gym too. Only once since I got back from Malaysia, and that was in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the highlight topic since the last, was last Sunday, when the three of us went to Chaddy to buy a bicycle in Toys'R'Us. Halfway looking Aidan said he wanted to go pee. As I needed the toilet too, I went with him, leaving Daddy looking. We had to cross the food court to get to the toilet on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were there, I took Aidan to the ladies' toilet (obviously) and guided him to the last cubicle. Told him to wait for me just outside when he had finished. I went into the cubicle next to him. On normal days I would've waited, or kept talking to him, but that Sunday, there was a crowd. So we had to be quick. Imagine my horror when I peaked into his locked cubicle when I have finished my business, to find a handbag lying on the floor, e.g. it wasn't him in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was no where around the toilet area, and not bothering to wash my hands, I rushed outside, and couldn't find him either. Panicked as I was, I quickly called hubby to tell him that I lost our son, but I have a feeling he was heading back to Toys'R'Us. For one thing I know, he knows his way back to Toys'R'Us. I just prayed he really walked straight to that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran with my heart in my throat, through the crowd, and was so relieved to find him there beside his dad, who was right at the entrance. Gave him a tongue-lash I did, but apparently he wasn't fazed and didn't know what the fuss was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory, being the laid back person as he is, he must have been trying to take off his pants when a lady pushed the unlocked door to see if anyone was in there, and he came out to let her in. Not seeing me around, he walked out and while searching for me, he also headed back to where Daddy was. What made him think I would have left without him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the drama, I asked if he has pee-ed, he said no. And we had to go back to the toilet again. This time, with me in the same cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this boy learn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-3870170431453427374?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3870170431453427374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=3870170431453427374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3870170431453427374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3870170431453427374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-been-lazy.html' title='I have been lazy'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-5995089619831246884</id><published>2009-07-29T00:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:00:05.701+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Horsey inquiry</title><content type='html'>Working in a retail pharmacy, you'd think I have seen all types of customers coming through the door after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have people coming in for scripts, vitamins, skin care, perfumes, last minute gifts, even passport photos, and funnily enough, detergent powder and toilet papers. Every now and then, we get scripts for even pets. An eye drop for the dog, lotion or cream for the cat, or even a syringe to feed water to the little bird someone rescued from the tree. But imagine my surprise when someone came in to ask for &lt;a href="http://www.jeffersequine.com/"&gt;horse supplements&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, when someone owns a horse, or has anything to do with a horse, will know where to get these specialty supplements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it has nothing to do with the moon again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-5995089619831246884?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5995089619831246884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=5995089619831246884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5995089619831246884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5995089619831246884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/07/horsey-inquiry.html' title='Horsey inquiry'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6396375120638055602</id><published>2009-07-28T23:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:49:28.605+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Saman balik</title><content type='html'>Hubby gave me a funny look when I got two infringements in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, he copped the notice because I drove the car which is under his name. So, being a nice and responsible lady like I am, I nominated myself  so I could pay for the fine and that the demerit points go under my name. There went my pair of Nine West shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I copped a notice. And it was he who was driving the car under my name. And being a fair and responsible man he is, he nominated himself and did the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I paid twice and the fine was more hefty than his. But our offences are different, so he got 3 demerit points, where I got 2 in total for both times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is more 'jeok sou', you tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6396375120638055602?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6396375120638055602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6396375120638055602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6396375120638055602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6396375120638055602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/07/saman-balik.html' title='Saman balik'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2252463912310719939</id><published>2009-07-27T00:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:54:05.867+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Diet Pill Reviews</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine came over from Fiji for a holiday. She asked if I have heard of Hydroxycut, where it is currently the 'in' thing for bodybuilders and also slimming over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I've never heard of it, but it could possibly be one of those health food store things. I asked her what is the benefit of it, and she said she heard that it burns fat much faster than other products. Naturally, being a loony myself as a wannabe for slimming all time, I checked the product out online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, there were plenty of &lt;a href="http://www.slimmingpillsreview.com/"&gt;diet pill reviews&lt;/a&gt; and the overall recommendation for it was not that good. Good thing I found this out and not blindly following another fad, which could have cost my liver big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is not lazy way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2252463912310719939?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2252463912310719939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2252463912310719939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2252463912310719939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2252463912310719939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/07/diet-pill-reviews.html' title='Diet Pill Reviews'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-9090616216209771571</id><published>2009-07-27T00:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:41:38.898+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Mischief</title><content type='html'>We had a parent-teacher interview last week. That was for every student in the class. Each parent had fifteen minutes with the class teacher to talk about his or her child's progress for the past two terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, Aidan is not very 'keen' on these meeting. I don't know why. It was not that we reprimanded him for anything, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Every little detail that he has improved on, we encouraged and praised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, he was particularly distressed. He wanted to go home right away, and didn't 'allow' me to see his class teacher. Obviously, he wasn't getting his way. When I met the teacher, he planted his head on my back and stayed that way throughout. I told the teacher his behaviour, and she actually told me she knew what might have made that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have five computers in the classroom. What Aidan did was he deleted all his friends' names in the computer and typed his name in each of them. Hahahahaa..... that was cheeky of him. And he knew he was wrong, that was the funny part. Of course, the teacher had to be firm and said no, and probably that was why he was not happy for me to see her. He may have thought that the teacher was telling on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy, being cheeky. I like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-9090616216209771571?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/9090616216209771571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=9090616216209771571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/9090616216209771571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/9090616216209771571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/07/master-mischief.html' title='Master Mischief'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-9215154896678983810</id><published>2009-07-23T00:31:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:46:26.231+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>School needs new furniture</title><content type='html'>Don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my son's school very much. He has improved so much under their care, both intellectually and physically. Yet I can't bring myself to agree on the really old desks they have in some of the classes. With an extra injection of funds which the school got recently, I am hoping they will spend some money on new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I can suggest a website where they sell &lt;a href="http://www.hertzfurniture.com/Classroom--4--r.html"&gt;discount classroom furniture&lt;/a&gt;. Hmm.. then they might just change those chairs in the library as well. That will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahhh... what a brilliant idea! A pat on the back for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-9215154896678983810?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/9215154896678983810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=9215154896678983810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/9215154896678983810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/9215154896678983810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-needs-new-furniture.html' title='School needs new furniture'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2603000669265730809</id><published>2009-07-15T22:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:14:47.112+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Little mind games</title><content type='html'>My boy is getting smarter and smarter each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks back, learns quick, act silly and demands. And when I don't allow him to do something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You don't love me, Mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amboi! Where did he get THAT from?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2603000669265730809?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2603000669265730809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2603000669265730809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2603000669265730809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2603000669265730809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-mind-games.html' title='Little mind games'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-7733491070794478123</id><published>2009-07-15T21:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:10:49.791+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>New insurance scheme</title><content type='html'>While I was back to my home country I terminated my term insurance. I don't see a point in continuing any payment while I am here in another country. The surrender value was little, but expected. Still, at least I get some of my money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that money, I am thinking to get a new insurance scheme here. Better get it here where I belong now. It's funny now how we can go insurance shopping. For people, cars, house, contents, even individual parts of the body for the famous people. As for me, the &lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/"&gt;best term life insurance rates&lt;/a&gt; will do just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-7733491070794478123?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7733491070794478123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=7733491070794478123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7733491070794478123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7733491070794478123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-insurance-scheme.html' title='New insurance scheme'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-358320085441730944</id><published>2009-07-14T23:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:17:02.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked out</title><content type='html'>I think I have been cleaning up too much. I even cleaned my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning after sending Aidan to school, I came back home for a while, and then headed off to the city for my eye check-up, post Lasik. I have reached 20-20 vision, but unfortunately, as they have already told me before the surgery, they can't fix 'lou far'. Nevertheless, I am glad I do not have to use those blek eye drops again. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went grocery shopping to make Bak kut teh for dinner, and headed home to do more cleaning. Cooking, cleaning, washing, and by the time I sat down, it was already 3pm. Time to pick Aidan up from school. Left the house, picked him up, went to another grocer to get some fresh chillies. Then I remembered I didn't turn off the gas when I left home, although I left my Bak kut teh simmering. Oh well, I thought, going home anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when I found out I didn't have my house key with me. Cut the long story short, had to call hubby to the rescue, and prayed he could be as fast as possible, not because Aidan and myself was stranded at our backyard, but I can smell my Bak kut teh already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the liquid was just about to dry up. Nasib baik didn't burn out. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby shook his head at me. Why? Because I left my purse outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-358320085441730944?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/358320085441730944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=358320085441730944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/358320085441730944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/358320085441730944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/07/locked-out.html' title='Locked out'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-541318439143909051</id><published>2009-07-09T00:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:10:03.148+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>Now that Aidan knows how to ride a bicycle, I brought him on a very easy trail, and told him to watch out for cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One car came along, and I told him to watch out. Him being him, went too fast and straight up the kerb, stopped. Back facing me. Silence. I was already halfway running towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and his eyes were all squinty, with tears. I asked him if he was alright, he just cried and buried his face into my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Did you hurt yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched his groin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I hurt my testicles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo.... ouch. But soon after some cuddles, he was riding fast again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-541318439143909051?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/541318439143909051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=541318439143909051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/541318439143909051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/541318439143909051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-991389903861478176</id><published>2009-07-07T00:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:11:03.678+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>The wonders of GPS</title><content type='html'>My niece, her husband, with two daughters and my sister, will be here for a short holiday next month. All living under my roof of a tiny two rooms unit. That will be fun. We have done this before when I was about to deliver my little one, but am sure it will be more fun this time with three kids tripping around stuff in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe they booked a flight which arrives near midnight though, therefore we won't be able to pick them up, because I will be still at work, and it will be cruel to drag my son out of his bed to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky thing, another niece of mine has rented a large car from the airport, from a company which has plenty of &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=GPS+Systems&amp;amp;pagenum=1&amp;amp;sort=1"&gt;gps systems&lt;/a&gt; for hire as well. That will be great, because it will be terrible fumbling through the road maps in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahhh..... the wonders of technology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-991389903861478176?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/991389903861478176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=991389903861478176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/991389903861478176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/991389903861478176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-niece-her-husband-with-two-daughters.html' title='The wonders of GPS'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-8263908879784713661</id><published>2009-07-07T00:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:56:54.878+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Car savvy</title><content type='html'>Ever since my little boy has been hooked on the PS2 game Grand Turismo, he is always looking at good looking cars and naming them, or asking for the names, if he doesn't know them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were on our holidays, he was always on the lookout on the roads and the highways. We spotted a Spider, some Skylines, other Porsches and a few Ferraris. Gee, some people sure have lots of money! Even if I was given a Ferrari, I don't think I can even earn enough to buy &lt;a href="http://www.ricambiamerica.com/"&gt;Ferrari parts&lt;/a&gt; if it needs fixing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahhh.... how wonderful to be rich. Can't buy all the happiness, but sure can buy most anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-8263908879784713661?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8263908879784713661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=8263908879784713661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8263908879784713661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8263908879784713661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/07/car-savvy.html' title='Car savvy'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-5636664310640114088</id><published>2009-07-07T00:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:47:43.292+10:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back, we're back, we're back!</title><content type='html'>Before I forget, I would like to announce to the whole world that Aidan knows how to ride a bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, didn't learn it in Malaysia. Wilkin took the trainer wheels off a couple of months back and Aidan had been scooting around the backyard ever since, but there was never enough space for him to actually ride the bike, although we did notice that he could actually balance quite well for a short distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we took him to his school compound for him to have more space to learn. Imagine my utter surprise, or rather, OUR surprise, when Wilkin and I watched him cycled off with ease, as if he had been riding that way for ages! Hubby immediately whipped out his mobile and filmed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohooooo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-5636664310640114088?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5636664310640114088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=5636664310640114088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5636664310640114088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5636664310640114088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-back-were-back-were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back, we&apos;re back, we&apos;re back!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-1242051726235901921</id><published>2009-06-28T17:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:39:30.595+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Not a bad vacation</title><content type='html'>Our trip to the local resort last week was okay. Just okay, let's just say it was good for its money's worth. Cheap, very basic, and service was nothing to shout about, apart from the friendly staff at the restaurant. The highlight of our trip was a very hungry monkey which climbed onto our table and snatched my sister-in-law's toast from her hand. Fortunately, it was the great company and ultimate relaxation that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I have another friend who was taking her holidays at the &lt;a href="http://www.i4vegas.com/Hotels/Riviera_Hotel_Casino.html"&gt;Riviera hotel&lt;/a&gt; and Casino. Needless to say, she had the time of her life. I guess I had better save up again, and hopefully be able to go to the same place as hers next year. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas, wait for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-1242051726235901921?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1242051726235901921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=1242051726235901921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/1242051726235901921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/1242051726235901921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-bad-vacation.html' title='Not a bad vacation'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-8050222428635258128</id><published>2009-06-15T01:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:41:57.608+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat eat eat</title><content type='html'>That is all we do here so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SIL is just amazed and shocked at the frequency of wanting to eat all the time. She is also just getting over the family culture shock. Her family is so quiet, where as mine is boisterous as, not forgetting the colourful profanities that comes out from the adults, minus myself and my nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my little one, welcome back to second home. The mozzies are most delighted to see him again, with many welcome bites on his legs and one on his hand. So far. And this is KL. Let's just hope Ipoh stays the same way, if not better. Which I doubt. I am already dreading for his face. Somehow the mozzies there like his face better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Aidan is liking the idea that we are leaving tomorrow. He had so much fun with his nieces. But we have things to do, and school holidays are over as of tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope Pangkor trip will perk him up. Water always does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-8050222428635258128?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8050222428635258128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=8050222428635258128&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8050222428635258128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8050222428635258128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/06/eat-eat-eat.html' title='Eat eat eat'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2184063519391862389</id><published>2009-06-15T01:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:32:43.233+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Help me stop eating!</title><content type='html'>I have been back to my hometown for less than a week and I am already eating like nobody's business. How am I supposed to continue avoiding all the delicious local food for another three weeks?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better go get some extra help, that is, &lt;a href="http://www.pricesexposed.net/"&gt;diet pills&lt;/a&gt;, to help suppress my appetite. I know myself best. I am usually not hungry, but an excellent binger, which doesn't help at all if I want to fit into that evening frock for the next weekend at my nephew's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop bingeing tomorrow. I will stop bingeing tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2184063519391862389?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2184063519391862389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2184063519391862389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2184063519391862389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2184063519391862389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-me-stop-eating.html' title='Help me stop eating!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-3979421728481685897</id><published>2009-06-09T01:25:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:35:02.035+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A rare bloom</title><content type='html'>We had this spiky plant right in front of our windows when we moved in, and I considered pulling it out because it did pook me many times. Itchy and painful! Then I thought of the reason it was planted there by the many previous owners. So strangers won't walk up to the window and peek at us? And that was why I let it survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the six years we have lived here, it was just 'the plant'. But last month something happened. A long stem grew straight a tall. Then it branched out budding like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Si0uFksMncI/AAAAAAAACZ0/MiccJAeYDBU/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Si0uFksMncI/AAAAAAAACZ0/MiccJAeYDBU/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344979006041923010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the pretty white flowers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Si0uFis0yQI/AAAAAAAACZ8/Yqef5Ub7Eow/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Si0uFis0yQI/AAAAAAAACZ8/Yqef5Ub7Eow/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344979005507684610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the full bloom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Si0uFxyV3BI/AAAAAAAACaE/lhpVxh2TFUY/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Si0uFxyV3BI/AAAAAAAACaE/lhpVxh2TFUY/s320/Picture+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344979009557355538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been like this for almost two weeks now. I wonder how long before the flowers wilt. But this is lovely. I hope it will last longer, because we may not be seeing another one till six years later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-3979421728481685897?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3979421728481685897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=3979421728481685897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3979421728481685897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3979421728481685897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/06/rare-bloom.html' title='A rare bloom'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Si0uFksMncI/AAAAAAAACZ0/MiccJAeYDBU/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-7297801780899384537</id><published>2009-06-09T01:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:24:00.683+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Our water, our future</title><content type='html'>A friend from Noosa stayed with another friend of ours in Melbourne over the weekend. Not consciously realizing that Melbourne is facing the on-going water shortage problem, she had the taps on full blast for washing the dishes and showering the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since our Melbourne friend have quite a lot of guests coming and going, I suggested that it would be a good idea to switch her &lt;a href="http://www.faucet.com/decor/search.pl?N=103+214+55+3000169"&gt;shower faucet&lt;/a&gt; in the guest bathroom to a water-saving one. Not only will that save her on her water bill, but it is very important that all of us do our part in keeping the reservoirs 'healthy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I will be away for almost a month, that will be helping out a lot, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-7297801780899384537?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7297801780899384537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=7297801780899384537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7297801780899384537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7297801780899384537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-water-our-future.html' title='Our water, our future'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-5151228657876326441</id><published>2009-06-09T00:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:15:26.562+10:00</updated><title type='text'>One more sleep - tonight</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow night, same time, we're outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited again, yet a little apprehensive about the swine flu cases all around the world. Am not TOO concerned, as I am all ready. The masks, the Tamiflu tablets, the anti-bacterial handgel, I've got it all, but probably I am more concerned for Aidan than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I am letting loose! It's holiday! No cooking, no washing, well, there is washing, but minimal, no appointments to keep. Am sure hubby feels the same way. I just heard him confessed earlier this afternoon, that the best things about being alone is that he doesn't have to wash the dishes (not until he can't find anything else to use) and that he can fart under the doona happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-5151228657876326441?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5151228657876326441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=5151228657876326441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5151228657876326441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5151228657876326441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-sleep-tonight.html' title='One more sleep - tonight'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-9013383385460600338</id><published>2009-06-06T00:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:52:48.215+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Researching for custom software</title><content type='html'>As it is holiday time for me and my boy, my husband will have more time to concentrate on what he should be doing for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company he works for is expanding, therefore he was going to look for some &lt;a href="http://www.konverge.com/Custom_Software_Solutions.aspx"&gt;custom software&lt;/a&gt; solution to get the business running smoothly. If this happens, it means that a lot of thing can be done much quicker without the manual processes, and by that, it means he doesn't have to monitor everything, saves time, and ultimately, be home earlier from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wouldn't that be perfect, for him to help out with some cooking and washing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-9013383385460600338?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/9013383385460600338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=9013383385460600338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/9013383385460600338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/9013383385460600338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/06/researching-for-custom-software.html' title='Researching for custom software'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-3762723784311016618</id><published>2009-06-02T23:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:41:23.209+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing and back</title><content type='html'>And missing soon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah hilang passion lar. If not for mata duitan, I probably wouldn't have updated my posts right now. Bukan banyak, but every little drop can create a small pool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have been missing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan lost his second tooth. I was determined to keep this one, but unfortunately it has found its way into his tummy along with some garlic bread. I have no luck with his teeth. Neither does Tooth Fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me stupid. He wanted me to fix up the PS2 games for him, and I was too lazy to do it, (and not wanting him to play that long) so I said I didn't know how, and to wait for Daddy to come home. He was annoyed and mumbled 'Stupid'. Smacked his bum and sent him to his room. The words they learn from school. Sighh.... and bracing for more when he gets older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-3762723784311016618?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3762723784311016618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=3762723784311016618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3762723784311016618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3762723784311016618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-and-back.html' title='Missing and back'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-118563759547070505</id><published>2009-06-02T23:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:20:42.815+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Holiday Awaiting</title><content type='html'>Seven more sleeps to twenty five days of no cooking and little washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday begins on that very first day, and along with my son, this time my sister-in-law as well, plus a few close friends, we have checked ourselves in to a resort for some serious relaxing and sun-baking sessions. Or perhaps a few massages along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan will be thrilled to see the pool, while us adults will just sit back on one of those&lt;a href="http://www.poolfloatsmart.com/"&gt; pool floats lounges&lt;/a&gt; and enjoy our chats and drinks. A holiday which I truly needed, and pretty much deserves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-118563759547070505?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/118563759547070505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=118563759547070505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/118563759547070505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/118563759547070505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-awaiting.html' title='Holiday Awaiting'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6249697780737868385</id><published>2009-05-14T23:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:39:14.167+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What has been happening...</title><content type='html'>The photos tell it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the park on the weekend. Three attempted to be spiders, or rather, monkeys, but of course, the 'real' monkey got to the top. The hen, needless to say, flew only halfway, and the lamb, our not so teeny baby lamb, was only a foot of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Sgwd3CL9zUI/AAAAAAAACZc/VjSEFNypqfc/s1600-h/DSC02097a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Sgwd3CL9zUI/AAAAAAAACZc/VjSEFNypqfc/s320/DSC02097a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335672489844264258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Aidan was named Student of the Week for his class. Principal Mr. Bransgrove gave away his award, and he even won some vouchers for a free lunch order and an icypole. You should have seen the smug look on his face when he held that award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Sgwd3GnY10I/AAAAAAAACZk/haZtsLD6vbA/s1600-h/DSC02104a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Sgwd3GnY10I/AAAAAAAACZk/haZtsLD6vbA/s320/DSC02104a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335672491033024322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School pics finally arrived, after a whole long month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Sgwd3YZIRVI/AAAAAAAACZs/VgH2UMjfdEk/s1600-h/Untitled-TrueColor-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Sgwd3YZIRVI/AAAAAAAACZs/VgH2UMjfdEk/s320/Untitled-TrueColor-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335672495805056338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6249697780737868385?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6249697780737868385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6249697780737868385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6249697780737868385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6249697780737868385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-has-been-happening.html' title='What has been happening...'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Sgwd3CL9zUI/AAAAAAAACZc/VjSEFNypqfc/s72-c/DSC02097a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-3474773414391456062</id><published>2009-05-14T23:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:31:05.092+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lousy cooking'/><title type='text'>Our dinner</title><content type='html'>If there is one thing that Aidan likes for dinner, it will be minced meat patties, Chinese style. I marinated the minced pork with sesame oil, fish sauce, oyster sauce and five spice powder. Then I added some chopped up mushrooms and pickled turnips in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgwcF2mAFOI/AAAAAAAACZM/rAnaf6Y3lps/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgwcF2mAFOI/AAAAAAAACZM/rAnaf6Y3lps/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335670545407022306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan fry them, squish 'em flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgwcFjs6aLI/AAAAAAAACZE/h9pdlRlesew/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgwcFjs6aLI/AAAAAAAACZE/h9pdlRlesew/s320/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335670540335737010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waah laahh..... looks more like choc chip cookies here, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgwcF_hk2iI/AAAAAAAACZU/gZM7lyXUd_Q/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgwcF_hk2iI/AAAAAAAACZU/gZM7lyXUd_Q/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335670547804379682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to balance up protein with carbs, ya? Lou shue fun..... yum yummm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgwcFenk6tI/AAAAAAAACY8/tAnJEF7sQlE/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgwcFenk6tI/AAAAAAAACY8/tAnJEF7sQlE/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335670538971179730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-3474773414391456062?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3474773414391456062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=3474773414391456062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3474773414391456062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3474773414391456062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-dinner.html' title='Our dinner'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgwcF2mAFOI/AAAAAAAACZM/rAnaf6Y3lps/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-494764680274645471</id><published>2009-05-09T23:29:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:50:58.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>On Friday the school held a Mother's Day stall, where each child was given a chance to purchase a gift for his or her mother ranging from $1 - $5. I gave Aidan a $5 note and told him to buy a 'surprise' for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$5 sounds a tad too much for some, I know. But my theory is that I want him to choose whatever he liked for me, even if it was the least amount, and he could have the change. He got me a pink notepad with two chocolate hearts in it, and I am guessing it was $3 as there was a $2 in his Thomas wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgWHCXAoitI/AAAAAAAACYk/eh9EZ0HiGpA/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgWHCXAoitI/AAAAAAAACYk/eh9EZ0HiGpA/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333817808296381138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the personally made card for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgWHCo7gQ-I/AAAAAAAACYs/2XREh-M0F3U/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgWHCo7gQ-I/AAAAAAAACYs/2XREh-M0F3U/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333817813106705378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, one of his favourite play at home is 'Sausage'. You can see why :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgWHC3YIMlI/AAAAAAAACY0/Yhvi78ddeaA/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgWHC3YIMlI/AAAAAAAACY0/Yhvi78ddeaA/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333817816984859218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-494764680274645471?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/494764680274645471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=494764680274645471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/494764680274645471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/494764680274645471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SgWHCXAoitI/AAAAAAAACYk/eh9EZ0HiGpA/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-8421482353179455808</id><published>2009-05-04T14:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:31:11.904+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's tantrum?</title><content type='html'>You'd think things would be easier or at least get into the flow, if not already. After all, this is Term Two. I still have difficulty getting Aidan to finish his breakfast in record time. Along with him brushing his teeth and dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning didn't particularly go well. We weren't late or anything like that. I guess it has also something to do with ME. Wrong side of the bed? I was pretty snappy. Plus, he wasn't very co-operative either. By the time we reached his classroom, we weren't on 'friendly' terms, and he knew it. Being a tad rebellious, he went straight to the line and refused to come up to hug my goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was my turn to throw a fit for not getting what I want (sounds familiar?) and I pulled him aside by force. Gave him a dose of tongue-lash and his tears started to spill. I had to do it, huh? Just when the bell rang too. Serves me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going to the Aquacise class, I missed it as I had to stay back for another 15 minutes to calm him down.  How could he be upset with me for getting mad at him? No win situation. Hmph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my tummy is full and that I can think clearer, am going to give him extra cuddles when he get home. Poor boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-8421482353179455808?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8421482353179455808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=8421482353179455808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8421482353179455808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8421482353179455808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-tantrum.html' title='Who&apos;s tantrum?'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6253446205042028722</id><published>2009-04-30T00:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:59:29.756+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>The danger of abestos</title><content type='html'>How many of us are aware if any part of our houses are made of asbestos? Perhaps the older houses in some hot countries may be made of that, not surprising when it was popular for its resistance to heat and chemical damage. Floor tiles, roof and wall sheeting, may be made of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know what damage it can cause, but it is a deadly substance that may lead to lung cancer and &lt;a href="http://www.mesotheliomahelp.net/"&gt;mesothelioma&lt;/a&gt;.In Australia, we have seen many cases, especially the older generation, die from the abestos related disease, particularly builders, as this material is widely used in the late 1980s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do pity them, and part of me feels angry, just because these people could have survived long and happy lives instead of being snatched away in a cruel way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6253446205042028722?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6253446205042028722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6253446205042028722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6253446205042028722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6253446205042028722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/danger-of-abestos.html' title='The danger of abestos'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-8185081317646777280</id><published>2009-04-30T00:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:42:31.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'>First tooth</title><content type='html'>Aidan's got a wobbly tooth from a couple of weeks back. Yesterday it was the same when I sent him to school. I was half-expecting, non willingly to pull it out, if and when necessary, when the day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine my surprise when I picked him up from school, he ran towards me and proudly planted his finger on the vacant spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mama, look! My tooth fell off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed! Where is the tooth then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It fell in playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Good luck in finding one tiny milk tooth in that huge playground, amongst the mulch and sand. Apparently happened during playtime.  There goes my hope for saving the first tooth. Now, the second one is quite wobbly too. And I now have to keep reminding him to keep it in the pocket and give it to me if case if falls off during school hours again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lucky for me, just to make myself feel better, it was a clean wound. I can even feel the stump of the new tooth coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SfhkfDHiT6I/AAAAAAAACYc/-XN3kT2YfXc/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SfhkfDHiT6I/AAAAAAAACYc/-XN3kT2YfXc/s320/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330120643568619426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote a letter to the tooth fairy, explaining the missing tooth. Luckily, she was very forgiving and left a very shiny coin. The first thing Aidan said this morning was that he wanted to see the tooth fairy. I told him she only visits when he is asleep and that she is a very busy fairy, for there are so many children like him with missing teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, he was very happy with his coin, and spent it on a Slurpee today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-8185081317646777280?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8185081317646777280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=8185081317646777280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8185081317646777280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8185081317646777280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-tooth.html' title='First tooth'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SfhkfDHiT6I/AAAAAAAACYc/-XN3kT2YfXc/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6005193750931966960</id><published>2009-04-25T00:37:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:54:13.514+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Vacation homes</title><content type='html'>I have grown to love them, instead of hotels. It is the best when we have families or groups of friends. For the past two holiday breaks, there was so much fun chatting till late, cooking together and much more spacious for kids to run around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to go to the US, I would love to visit North Carolina, where it has the best of both worlds for me. The mountains and the beach. &lt;a href="http://www.carolinadesigns.com/"&gt;Outer Banks&lt;/a&gt; is where I would like to stay, where it has a string of sandy, narrow islands and good enough a climate for me. And to have a large family or some friends to go together and stay in a vacation home, that would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the only problem is to find time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6005193750931966960?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6005193750931966960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6005193750931966960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6005193750931966960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6005193750931966960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/vacation-homes.html' title='Vacation homes'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-8470362389040290864</id><published>2009-04-23T23:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:31:34.743+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Boh utang liao! Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>My hutang for hawa dingin sudah jelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leganya. Not that it was much every month, but now at least I am debt free. One less, that is. Bleh. So now I can start paying more for my lasik. Should I change it then, to PenganjurOperasiMataI? Buahahahahhahaaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called up the bank to close account for that, (had to open a credit account for it), they kept telling me to keep it, or switch my current card to theirs, interest free for 6 months. Aparah, I don't ever have to pay for annual fee for this card, so why should I switch to theirs which charge wor, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at last, I celebrated the occasion by cutting up the hawa dingin credit card to pieces. Yeay! Not that I have ever used it. But at least this is one problem less. No more thinking about it. Gone. Kapish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-8470362389040290864?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8470362389040290864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=8470362389040290864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8470362389040290864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8470362389040290864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/boh-utang-liao-woohoo.html' title='Boh utang liao! Woohoo!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-8935695780090548816</id><published>2009-04-23T19:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:23:43.865+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>The birth of midlife crisis?</title><content type='html'>As you may have read, I have been going on and on. And on, about weight gain, adult pimples, forgetting things, and oh yes, hair loss too. So, is that the start of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting some things, I can deal with that still, actually, not quite, but the other three really kills me. I should say that I am lucky, for myself, that I am a happy-go-lucky person, else I would have plunged into deep depression because of them. Yes, I do complain a lot, but I try to deal with them the best I can. And that is? You may ask. Pills for all. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforting to know &lt;a href="http://www.hairlosstreatments.net/"&gt;hair loss treatment&lt;/a&gt; comes in many forms. External and internal. I may not have hair like Amy Winehouse (thank goodness I don't!), but I will be thankful to keep what I have with the help of some of these treatments, white hair and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-8935695780090548816?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8935695780090548816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=8935695780090548816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8935695780090548816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8935695780090548816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/birth-of-midlife-crisis.html' title='The birth of midlife crisis?'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-5578679381195460106</id><published>2009-04-23T18:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:03:58.029+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture says a thousand words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SfAufV_B9SI/AAAAAAAACYU/jTmOf4pQZDc/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SfAufV_B9SI/AAAAAAAACYU/jTmOf4pQZDc/s320/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327809475191633186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't really need to write a story about this, yea? Happened last night when hubby and I thought he was playing bowling in his room, with these innocent crayons as mini skittles. He did make a lot of noise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like information though, on how to get rid of this crayon stain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaiizzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-5578679381195460106?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5578679381195460106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=5578679381195460106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5578679381195460106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5578679381195460106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-says-thousand-words.html' title='Picture says a thousand words...'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SfAufV_B9SI/AAAAAAAACYU/jTmOf4pQZDc/s72-c/Picture+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-8044764238367864001</id><published>2009-04-23T18:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:25:58.630+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>A diet pill that works</title><content type='html'>I can quite safely say I am a veteran when it comes to diet pills now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all natural supplements to drugs, I have tried almost the lot. Not every brand in the market of course, but the methods, the Atkins diet,  the crash diet, the high protein or low carb, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my pc dinner, is half an avacado, stir-fry veggies and some tofu. Let's just see how long I can survive like this. Apart from healthy eating like this, I realize it is important to have a fair share of exercise as well. I only wish someone can let me know that there are actually some &lt;a href="http://diet-pills.sybervision.com/"&gt;diet pills that work&lt;/a&gt;, without the sufferings of dieting and body bashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I guess hitting the big Four-O doesn't help either, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-8044764238367864001?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8044764238367864001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=8044764238367864001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8044764238367864001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8044764238367864001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/diet-pill-that-works.html' title='A diet pill that works'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6236038515644381758</id><published>2009-04-21T23:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:42:45.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Obsessed</title><content type='html'>With this song. Not to mention the couple acting in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon, if I was an actress, I will fall in love with all my leading actors. Haaiizzz.... me very very hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme HK movies, gimme angmoh movies, gimme Hindi movies. All I can fall for. Wokey, this clip will stay here until I get fedup with the song ya? Hehehehee..... might be a while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6236038515644381758?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6236038515644381758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6236038515644381758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6236038515644381758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6236038515644381758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/totally-obsessed.html' title='Totally Obsessed'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-8922274735337940331</id><published>2009-04-12T23:37:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:11:37.052+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter All</title><content type='html'>Hope you didn't stuff yourself with chocolates like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out to be, Easter break wasn't all play. No, I didn't work as I took Easter Friday and Sunday off, but the house needs to be spick and span as always. Plus, it was time for me to try out my new toys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spanking brand new steam mop and my second-hand Dyson. Deadly combination for dust and grimes on hard floor. Whoa, I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SeHzmL-tkrI/AAAAAAAACYE/SBJVNtLSisE/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SeHzmL-tkrI/AAAAAAAACYE/SBJVNtLSisE/s320/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323804071905039026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Easter Friday, we went to Sovereign Hill with two other families. Beautiful day to be out. This was my third time there, but Aidan's first. Hopefully we won't have to go again in another three years, at least. I mean, there is only so many times we can visit to one single place, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SeHzly2mmBI/AAAAAAAACX0/YJddg12EJtU/s1600-h/Picture+065a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SeHzly2mmBI/AAAAAAAACX0/YJddg12EJtU/s320/Picture+065a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323804065160140818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan's got a kick out of holding the officer's sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SeHzloiqWlI/AAAAAAAACXs/_DeQm1UOC_M/s1600-h/Picture+064a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SeHzloiqWlI/AAAAAAAACXs/_DeQm1UOC_M/s320/Picture+064a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323804062392146514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first steamboat for the year on Saturday. My place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SeHzl9jbfOI/AAAAAAAACX8/0uZ1sQTpAG4/s1600-h/Picture+012a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SeHzl9jbfOI/AAAAAAAACX8/0uZ1sQTpAG4/s320/Picture+012a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323804068032511202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my second steamboat the next night at friend's place. In the garage. So cool, can eat and play ping pong at the same time. Work off those food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SeHzmIlqUmI/AAAAAAAACYM/S8aIPKJx-18/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SeHzmIlqUmI/AAAAAAAACYM/S8aIPKJx-18/s320/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323804070994661986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be having a third one at the end of the month at another friend's place. Three in a month! Will need barley water, chrysanthemum tea, lor hon kor, whatever there is to kill the 'heatiness'. I know I have it when my gums feel funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn holidays. All eat and no gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-8922274735337940331?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8922274735337940331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=8922274735337940331&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8922274735337940331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8922274735337940331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-all.html' title='Happy Easter All'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SeHzmL-tkrI/AAAAAAAACYE/SBJVNtLSisE/s72-c/Picture+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2100373940527704165</id><published>2009-04-09T23:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:28:03.513+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I possibly saved two lives yesterday</title><content type='html'>It was a total surprising flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just months ago I &lt;a href="http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-ready.html"&gt;hit a dog&lt;/a&gt;. I never quite got over it. Every time when I passed by the house I had to look its way, but I have never seen a soul coming out or going in. Have they moved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I thought it was unusual when I saw a dog running around our compound. A minute later I saw it dashing around the front yard. It couldn't be right. Every dog in Australia has a owner. No strays. Or at least the area I live in. It has a red collar anyway. I walked out barefoot and checked it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw it, running along the pathway, up and down, with no human in sight. I beckoned to it and it came straight to me. I was a little afraid at first, who knows it might bite. But it looked friendly enough, and let me pet. Same time, I was looking to my left, and there was another one! This one looked like an older dog, and it walked cautiously towards me. Hell yeah! I was cautious too! It might just really bite me! To my relief, it was friendly too. It must have 'smelt' the trust in the younger one and of course, the dog lover in me, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ushered them further into my front yard as I was afraid they might run out the main street. The younger one was trying to make a dash before I called up to it. Dashed into the house I did, and got the phone. Aidan was sobbing. I knew he was terrified of dogs and he realized I was missing from the house and saw me outside with not one, but TWO! BIG ones too! Had to comfort him and told him that the dogs lost their mummy, and I had to help find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the city council since the older one had a few tags. Meantime, I got them into my backyard, didn't want them to run off. Very playful, both wrestled around me and I got stomped at. Sharp nails, copped a bruise, haiizz... Council managed to locate the owner but couldn't get in touch with them. I would have loved to keep them for the day till the owner is found, but I promised Aidan to bring him to the park, plus he got very upset about the whole thing, so I told them I couldn't keep the dogs in for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, they sent for the pound (RSPCA) and took them away. I hope they are fine and the owner got them back. Just don't 'machar' me for having to spend possibly a couple of hundreds just to get them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Sd33WDgL7UI/AAAAAAAACXk/XCl0wk32-wo/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Sd33WDgL7UI/AAAAAAAACXk/XCl0wk32-wo/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322682292891282754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and son, kut? Taken from Aidan's room. He said not to let the dogs into his room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2100373940527704165?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2100373940527704165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2100373940527704165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2100373940527704165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2100373940527704165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-possibly-saved-two-lives-yesterday.html' title='I possibly saved two lives yesterday'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/Sd33WDgL7UI/AAAAAAAACXk/XCl0wk32-wo/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-4025005269546641844</id><published>2009-04-06T01:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:51:31.599+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Term One</title><content type='html'>Last day of school started on a sweet note. It was a free dress day so all students went to school wearing their favourite outfits, expect for a few preppies, where their parents failed to read the weekly newsletter. Most kids were fine, but I did notice a girl when she got to the line, she was just staring at the other kids, clueless to why her friends were wearing something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the day of drawing the raffle tickets for Easter baskets. I contributed a couple of gifts, plus bought a few tickets, all for the sake of charity. So when I went to pick Aidan up from school, I was surprised to find this basket propped up on his seat when I peeked into the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SdjRHu4x5kI/AAAAAAAACXc/dgi7BUuBSjk/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SdjRHu4x5kI/AAAAAAAACXc/dgi7BUuBSjk/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321232890513712706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan was very excited when he brought the basket out. The teacher told me he was more interested in the duck than the chocolates. A good sign, no? I mean, not so much sweet stuff for him. When we opened up the wrapper at home, he went straight for the ducky, but to his disappointment, it wasn't those soft toys, but a microwaveable beddy buddy, where it is stuffed with wheat to be used as a heat or cold pack, and infused with lavender. It was MY turn to be secretly pleased. I get a new wheat pack. Yeay! I asked him if he wanted ducky to sleep with him now, or if I could have ducky, and he said ducky can sleep in my bed. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the chocolates, I am glad he didn't gobble up everything at one go. We still have lots to go on till Easter. Am so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, have a great holiday for those in Melbourne, and a lovely Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SdjRHd5Y4OI/AAAAAAAACXU/5WAjSa9RX-I/s1600-h/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SdjRHd5Y4OI/AAAAAAAACXU/5WAjSa9RX-I/s320/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321232885952864482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-4025005269546641844?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4025005269546641844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=4025005269546641844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4025005269546641844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4025005269546641844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-day-of-term-one.html' title='Last Day of Term One'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SdjRHu4x5kI/AAAAAAAACXc/dgi7BUuBSjk/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-4578577659848880372</id><published>2009-04-02T22:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:31:10.964+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>It is good to anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan knows it's coming now when I walk in such a weight and pace, that is spells a big T for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T for Trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his face is only inches away from the NDS.&lt;br /&gt;When he does not beckon to my call that ends with his surname, or his name in full.&lt;br /&gt;When he threw the last bite of banana into the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him half a banana and told him to eat it. And banana is about the only fresh fruit he will it, unwillingly. There was that familiar twist in that little face, that disapproval look. He knew there was no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute or two later, I heard the lid to the bin closed. That only meant one thing. Without asking him, I walked straight to the bin, and opened the lid. With my sideway glance, I saw him putting two hands to his ears, with the 'caught-in-the-act' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very lucky for him, it was only the last bite. I acted annoyed, and he knew he was guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my turn to anticipate. That he will finish the banana that I will give him next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-4578577659848880372?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4578577659848880372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=4578577659848880372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4578577659848880372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4578577659848880372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/04/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6563519626675013402</id><published>2009-03-28T23:52:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:55:58.292+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Max-ed out</title><content type='html'>Bank account? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energy? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimples? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add them all up together, it spells one big word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIRED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not stressed, but tired. I wonder why. I have six hours to myself every week day now, but somehow it seems there are never ending things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in months, I think, tonight will be the night I sleep before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6563519626675013402?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6563519626675013402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6563519626675013402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6563519626675013402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6563519626675013402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/max-ed-out.html' title='Max-ed out'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-4552943582759096114</id><published>2009-03-28T23:42:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:51:23.656+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Private health insurance</title><content type='html'>Our minds are still half made up but there isn't any time to lose. The premiums on private health insurance are going up again next month, and we only have a few more days to get the last minute sign-up till the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, we don't want to just jump into any widely advertised company. If we are paying the premiums with our hard-earned money, we want to be sure we get a reliable and dependable &lt;a href="http://www.insuranceleads.com/"&gt;insurance lead&lt;/a&gt;, where it is most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to hurry my husband for a comparison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-4552943582759096114?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4552943582759096114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=4552943582759096114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4552943582759096114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4552943582759096114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/private-health-insurance.html' title='Private health insurance'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6699450827825516921</id><published>2009-03-24T09:59:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:06:55.301+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tttiiuuu....</title><content type='html'>We were all in the car. Wilkin driving and told me to move the rear-view mirror a little forward. Then a little backward, then up a little bit, then down, then forward again. To and fro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I got frustrated and said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tiiuu. Make up your mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as that sentence got out from my mouth, I regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mama, what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little rascal, how on earth did he catch on that alien word so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking back at him, I said with a straight face, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilkin was snickering in his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hahahahaa... Mama. Tttiiuuu !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilkin let out a loud guffaw, and I started shaking with suppresed laughter. Aidan thought he tickled our funny-bones and repeated the words. I told Wilkin to stop laughing and not encourage the boy, but I couldn't stop it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goshh....  gotta watch what comes out from me next time.  Quickly distracted him with this CD story book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6699450827825516921?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6699450827825516921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6699450827825516921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6699450827825516921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6699450827825516921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/tttiiuuu.html' title='Tttiiuuu....'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-9137433231561939956</id><published>2009-03-24T09:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:35:07.346+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying stage</title><content type='html'>My eyes are 80% recovered, considering it's been only a little over two weeks. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's really annoying me now that I can see clearer for bigger pictures, and not the finer prints. They are clear, but double vision. I got a little bit frantic and started asking anyone and everyone who has done lasik, thinking I may have damaged my eyes trying to Facebook on the third day after surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me it's normal, and that it will take from weeks up to about three months to completely heal. Three freaking months! I might as well e drunk all this time! I can't read the expiry date on the can, I can't see the numbers on my customer's driving license. Worse, the actual procedure that I did was PRK, and this takes longer than lasik to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, so much so for looking at blokes' nice bums. Err... I mean, I can see them, but not the brand of jeams they are wearing. Kakakakkaaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-9137433231561939956?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/9137433231561939956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=9137433231561939956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/9137433231561939956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/9137433231561939956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/annoying-stage.html' title='Annoying stage'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-7950993322583117561</id><published>2009-03-17T19:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:11:21.391+11:00</updated><title type='text'>'Big Ghost Head'</title><content type='html'>Dai gwai thau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both father and son having a good time in the bathroom. I could hear them. Aidan was laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told hubby to supervise Aidan's shower time and there they were, spitting into the bathtub! Although I have a slight inkling where the bad habit came from, I can now confirm it. Hubby turned teeth-brushing routine into a gargling projectile marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mini spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mini spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Daddy, one more time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is having more fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-7950993322583117561?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7950993322583117561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=7950993322583117561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7950993322583117561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7950993322583117561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-ghost-head.html' title='&apos;Big Ghost Head&apos;'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-7902497114799755106</id><published>2009-03-14T00:53:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:09:24.765+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in the name?</title><content type='html'>Some preppies in Aidan's school have cute, or rather, funny names. To me, at least, they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are children from all around the world, which is really nice, but I must admit Chinese have weird names for themselves, and their kids. Before I go on with a list of names,  I remember when I was working in Hong Kong, my ex-colleague's name was Arrow. Then we have a customer by the name of Buffalo Wong. Apple is not a unique name anymore as it once was. Probably Orange or Pomelo may fare better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Aiidan's class, we have a girl with a nice name, but her mother's name is Rainbow. I wonder if that is really the name in her passport. Another dad, his name is Fau zi. Space intended. Surname like my hubby's. Lucky thing son sounds fine, Iverson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aidan's other friends, are Star and Jade. No, Jade is ok, really, but to me, only if it is for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think you've heard it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-7902497114799755106?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7902497114799755106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=7902497114799755106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7902497114799755106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7902497114799755106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in the name?'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6086966682062746778</id><published>2009-03-14T00:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:53:06.922+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Travelling woes</title><content type='html'>The ups of traveling is the holiday itself. I don't have to worry about a thing, except for spending money. Then again, that is a pleasure leisure to start with. For the many years I have been traveling, there was only a handful of times I bought travel insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I may consider it again. Now is the time to get some &lt;a href="http://www.worldtravelcenter.com/eng/index.cfm"&gt;travel insurance quotes&lt;/a&gt; before we fly in June. Times for some are not getting better, and it is understandable that many resort to performing criminal offence s such as stealing and robbing. And although I do not have expensive valuables, my things are still valuable to me, not to mention that I can also claim for flight tickets, doctors' fees, where applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that little amount of money I have to spend, I can travel with peace of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6086966682062746778?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6086966682062746778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6086966682062746778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6086966682062746778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6086966682062746778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/travelling-woes.html' title='Travelling woes'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-967237968947408075</id><published>2009-03-12T23:49:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:00:11.334+11:00</updated><title type='text'>FML drops, yucks!</title><content type='html'>I have to be on this eye drops four freaking times a day for the next three to four months. It helps prevent scarring of the eye tissues, cornea, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind doing that, but hate the bitter, bitter taste at the back of my throat and tongue every single time. Makes me want to gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are getting better now, improving every day. Today is the seventh day, and the day I can significantly see some improvements to my eyesight. I just bought a pair of reading glasses yesterday, and today, I am able to look at the screen i.e. words, without glasses, although double vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part? I keep thinking I need to take off my 'contact lenses' every night when I shower, which of course, I am not wearing any at all. Yep, ditched those lenses and glasses for good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-967237968947408075?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/967237968947408075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=967237968947408075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/967237968947408075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/967237968947408075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/fml-drops-yucks.html' title='FML drops, yucks!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-9186489532211168007</id><published>2009-03-12T23:18:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:48:00.958+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Safety Measure - everyone's responsibility</title><content type='html'>I have just read the news about  the oil spill, and it will possible take decades to clean up the shore, not to mention thousands of unnecessary deaths of marine lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safety measures start from home. I strongly believe it is everybody's responsibility to make this world and better, and safer place for every living being to survive in. Homes and offices may require smaller safety gadgets, while a bigger manufacturing company will need professional &lt;a href="http://www.criticaltool.com/justrite-storage.html"&gt;safety equipment&lt;/a&gt;, such as drum management or spill containment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, there should be absolutely no excuse for being careless in this sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-9186489532211168007?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/9186489532211168007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=9186489532211168007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/9186489532211168007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/9186489532211168007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/safety-measure-everyones-responsibility.html' title='Safety Measure - everyone&apos;s responsibility'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-9038654688391977811</id><published>2009-03-11T23:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:29:18.618+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Chin, chin, chin, chin</title><content type='html'>It sure does all the talking doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, half blind, barely legal to even drive after my lasik eye surgery last Friday, blogging. If you find any typo error, It is just that I have missed checking it with my temporary 2.0+ reading glasses. Then again, my hawa dingin instalments is coming to an end, but something's gotta pay for my eye surgery? Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exciting, yeah. My colleague who did the surgery before me was amazed that I could remember the details even after two tablets of 2.5mg Ativan. I mean, I can't remember some episodes, like calling my friend and talking to her that same night, or taking a walk alone the next day, but I could remember going through the surgery in that chair. Pretty gross, huh? All about that in another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, I am recuperating well, and heaing back to work  Friday night, although I have been given two weeks' sick leave. Goes to show I am a dedicated employee. (Nah, recession times like this, better not take too much advantage, heh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-9038654688391977811?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/9038654688391977811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=9038654688391977811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/9038654688391977811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/9038654688391977811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/chin-chin-chin-chin.html' title='Chin, chin, chin, chin'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-731513317508333459</id><published>2009-03-11T23:06:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:14:26.390+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Lsong weight steadily</title><content type='html'>I have been going to the gym quite regularly, and although the result is not what I have hoped for, I am more toned and best of all, feeling healthier. While I am a fan of weight lose products, I might just give it a miss at the moment as I would like to go natural' wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I have no problem with popping some &lt;a href="http://www.weightlosspills.net/"&gt;weight loss pills&lt;/a&gt; if someone tells me there is definitely a wonder, miracle pill out there. After all, metabolism rate does slow down when one gets older. Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-731513317508333459?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/731513317508333459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=731513317508333459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/731513317508333459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/731513317508333459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/lsong-weight-steadily.html' title='Lsong weight steadily'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-3827287628049695965</id><published>2009-03-05T23:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:03:42.867+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post for a week or so</title><content type='html'>Yep. Read me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going on blog-holiday for  up to a week.  Will let you all know what happens during the week till that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until that day, I will be taking my own sweet time. Doesn't sound too much like me, but being forced upon, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'd better go sleep early(er) tonight. My eyes cannot take it liao. But heart is still young. Hahahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-3827287628049695965?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3827287628049695965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=3827287628049695965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3827287628049695965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3827287628049695965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-post-for-week-or-so.html' title='Last post for a week or so'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2084566519821066684</id><published>2009-03-05T23:44:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:55:59.472+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Great online bargains</title><content type='html'>I am an internet shopping girl. Not exactly an addict yet, but definitely know my way to some of the better and well-known shopping sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some look dodgy, so we really have to be careful. I tend to shop with the same site usually, that makes me feel safer. Sometimes shopping online pays off in so many ways, for instance, I do not need to line up for the long queue, when I can still get a &lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/"&gt;sale&lt;/a&gt; item or a great bargain without leaving my chair at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next item on my list? More DS games, of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2084566519821066684?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2084566519821066684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2084566519821066684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2084566519821066684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2084566519821066684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-online-bargains.html' title='Great online bargains'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2561515011680355942</id><published>2009-03-05T23:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:43:52.806+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, Sleepy, Maxed-out, still not sleeping.</title><content type='html'>And that is not very clever thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sleeping the same time every night, but getting up early now that Aidan goes to prep. Although I do the occasional morning nap, I also use my more energy in the gym. Meaning, my sleep debt has piled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan's feeling a tad tired too, after a long day at school. This week is the first that he is attending school every day for 5 days.  Previously he had a Wednesday break, which helped a lot. He is not a fan of arvo naps, but he will laze in his bed the moment he gets home. That shows how exhausted he is. My poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, he has put on a little weight. I can really see his 'meat-ier' body, which I always give a good tight slap on his bum. So 'yook gan'. Not that he enjoys it as much as I do :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2561515011680355942?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2561515011680355942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2561515011680355942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2561515011680355942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2561515011680355942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired-sleepy-maxed-out-still-not.html' title='Tired, Sleepy, Maxed-out, still not sleeping.'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-531619101974914494</id><published>2009-03-05T23:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:35:37.533+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>My American Dream</title><content type='html'>I have never been to USA. I would love to visit it one day, visit my friends. Of course, holidays with family is never easy. First I have to find a family friendly place, like Disneyland. Then again, I really want a holiday for myself, to visit the places that I want to go to, say, the Broadway Theatre District, places of performing arts and music hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.comfortinn.com/hotel-new_york-new_york-NY209"&gt;New York City hotel&lt;/a&gt; is where I will stay to get all these jam-packed actions. And of course, not forgetting the wonderful experience of shopping! Now, no woman will give that a pass, will she? Think Fifth Avenue. Yes, I see you nodding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-531619101974914494?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/531619101974914494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=531619101974914494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/531619101974914494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/531619101974914494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-american-dream.html' title='My American Dream'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6332426646838633952</id><published>2009-03-05T00:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:54:08.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama, I farted in school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh! Did you say excuse me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I farted, and Jully laughed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Next time, you fart softly and say excuse me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No! I want to fart loud. Mrs. Crane say 'Oohh!'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Fanning his nose to show me what the teacher did*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Farting loudly in class is not very nice, Aidan. Try doing it softly, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No. I want to fart loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's what I get when I gave him too much welcomed attention to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6332426646838633952?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6332426646838633952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6332426646838633952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6332426646838633952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6332426646838633952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/mama-i-farted-in-school.html' title='Mama, I farted in school!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2103530716928869737</id><published>2009-03-05T00:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:47:20.776+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Gone green on lights</title><content type='html'>Last month I received a call from some Enviro Care company, stating that the government has approved of some funding to change all our lights at home to energy-saving bulbs for free. Just a couple of weeks ago, a guy came in and did just that. Which is good, but my house has gone white! Yes, I grew up with halogen lights, but after coming here, we have been using the yellow bulbs for ages. Gives sort of a warm, comfortable glow, especially during the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that it's white, it looks kind of weird to me. Kind of, sterile. Maybe some &lt;a href="http://www.lightingshowplace.com/"&gt;discount lighting fixtures&lt;/a&gt; may fix the problem and make my home looks and feel like a home again. A little change of design sometimes does wonder to the whole place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2103530716928869737?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2103530716928869737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2103530716928869737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2103530716928869737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2103530716928869737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/gone-green-on-lights.html' title='Gone green on lights'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-4852504063067879484</id><published>2009-03-03T23:22:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:38:55.395+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Diggers</title><content type='html'>I have just witnessed a couple of gold diggers, in flesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at work two nights ago, and two ladies in their late twenties, with a baby in tow, came in for prescription. An old man, looking kinda dumb, walked in straight to the pay counter and asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What can I buy for $10?&lt;/span&gt; My colleague was confused, and asked him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What do you need? A present?&lt;/span&gt; He repeated the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, we have these soaps here, and they smell very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;How much is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They're $4.00 each. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man randomly took one and bought it. He walked straight to the two ladies, where I expected trouble, because I thought he didn't know them. Then the story slowly unfolded. He seemed to know them, and passed one of them the soap. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; walked over to the perfume cabinet and requested to test out some perfumes. Meanwhile, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was browsing at the offer bin. A few minutes later, old man walked up to pay counter and paid for two items from the offer bin, which cost about $11.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was right beside him when he paid for it, with another bottle of Paris Hilton perfume in her hand, saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait, she&lt;/span&gt; (referring to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is still looking at the perfumes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man mumbled something and walked straight out with his purchase. It occurred to me that the $11.00 items he bought was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s (some baby stuff). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asked me how much was the bottle of Paris Hilton, and after discount it was $60.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came to the counter with a very expensive bottle of Marc Jacob's Daisy. They conversed in their own language, and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt; asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Did he just walk out like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her prescription was done, she paid for it but told us she would have to cancel the perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Old man not so dumb after all! Good on him! And shame on those women!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-4852504063067879484?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4852504063067879484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=4852504063067879484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4852504063067879484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4852504063067879484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/gold-diggers.html' title='Gold Diggers'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-1160545324791475760</id><published>2009-03-03T23:04:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:21:41.879+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Heavenly flowers</title><content type='html'>Summer has ended, and we are set for another year of coldness soon. We will all have to wait for another six months before spring is here again to see some beautiful flowers. Given the weather situation now, I know exactly the kind of flowers that will bring joy to many hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tytyga.com/category/Japanese+Flowering+Cherry+Trees"&gt;Flowering Cherry&lt;/a&gt; trees around the suburb and parks, all decorated in natural pinks and whites, what a sight to behold. Our country has suffered the extreme weathers long enough. Let's just hope Mother Nature will be kinder to us this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-1160545324791475760?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1160545324791475760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=1160545324791475760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/1160545324791475760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/1160545324791475760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/heavenly-flowers.html' title='Heavenly flowers'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-201946637537774368</id><published>2009-03-02T13:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:22:26.607+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it think it is?</title><content type='html'>My master? My dictator? Pi lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do my cardio on the treadmill, and at the end of the session, there is a COOL DOWN button. When I cool down, I still like a certain pace and a 3% inclination, like walking up a hill a little bit. And just because I keyed in my age and weight, it slowed down so much and kept going back to 0%. What? Think I cannot handle the exercise is it? Too old for it, is it? Pi dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I smart oredi. (Chewah, I love my Manglish) No more FAT BURNING or CARDIO WORKOUT. I go MANUAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot dictate me liao. Kekekkeke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-201946637537774368?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/201946637537774368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=201946637537774368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/201946637537774368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/201946637537774368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-does-it-think-it-is.html' title='What does it think it is?'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-740803291908737922</id><published>2009-03-02T13:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:14:53.685+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Happy Summer for the insects</title><content type='html'>Come summer and most insects will be out partying. We have got spiders, ants, flies, moths you name it. When there was a very hot day a couple of weeks ago, all the ants came out for a drink, all around my kitchen! And what do I find at the insecticide section in the supermarket? No ants baits. All sold out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the nights, things do not get any better. The moths are so attracted to lights, and in no time, the floor is decorated with them. Lucky thing we can get &lt;a href="http://www.cleanertoday.com/Moth-Traps-by-Catchmaster-s/85.htm"&gt;moth traps&lt;/a&gt; online, and the best part is that there are pesticide free non-toxic safer options. Just what I need when I have one very inquisitive mind and busy little fingers at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-740803291908737922?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/740803291908737922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=740803291908737922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/740803291908737922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/740803291908737922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-summer-for-insects.html' title='Happy Summer for the insects'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2012255855135151482</id><published>2009-02-27T00:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:41:03.536+11:00</updated><title type='text'>That my boy?</title><content type='html'>I was sitting outside Aidan's classroom, waiting for the bell to ring, to pick him up from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the vice principal, holding the hands of two girls, with some art work and library books, towards my way. I thought, some went to the library. Then I noticed the beeline, and they walked past me. Obviously the whole class went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I noticed a taller boy, kind of light hair, passed me by. Gee, I was thinking to myself, he is tall compared to the rest of his class. Hang on there, he looked familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak!! My own son lar! Since when he has grown into a young boy, and not my baby anymore?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the classroom was anything like my time, he would be sitting right at the back of it, while his mum was one of the front ones, no chance for mischief. But no, his classroom is 4 to a group, two pairs facing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still lost after so many weeks. I realized I have too much time in hand, that I am trying to do everything at once, and therefore actually made me rush around, and not much time left by the time I picked him up. Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearing, bearing, come to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2012255855135151482?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2012255855135151482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2012255855135151482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2012255855135151482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2012255855135151482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-my-boy.html' title='That my boy?'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-1237592692866489091</id><published>2009-02-26T23:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:59:14.921+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>A Library Of Its Own</title><content type='html'>Hubby has been downloading a lot of things, both for work and pleasure. Not to mention the hundreds, maybe thousands now, of photos and video clips that I have been taking over the years. Assumingly this is not going to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best solution? Is to download the quite unnecessary things for pleasure to &lt;a href="http://www.memorysuppliers.com/"&gt;memory cards&lt;/a&gt;. I can assure you we can actually create quite a library for it. Actually, it will be an excellent idea for travelling. This way, I can show my family and friends the most recent photos and video clips when we go back for holiday, plus Aidan can watch his favourite movies, all in a card. Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh... the modern world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-1237592692866489091?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1237592692866489091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=1237592692866489091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/1237592692866489091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/1237592692866489091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/library-of-its-own.html' title='A Library Of Its Own'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-5708519336555052865</id><published>2009-02-25T23:59:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:23:19.654+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have we been?</title><content type='html'>Tuesday evening to Aidans' school for Twilight Sports. Here he is, showing off to me at 'his' playground. The oval was too dry, no thanks to the drought, and after a year, there was only dry grass and sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaVB14bi5cI/AAAAAAAACXM/hOdKU56dRn0/s1600-h/Picture+017a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaVB14bi5cI/AAAAAAAACXM/hOdKU56dRn0/s320/Picture+017a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306720129862788546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of staying at the oval, which I decided, was too windy and sand kept flying into my eyes, we left early, but before Aidan had his icypole, with yet another coin donation towards the Bushfire Appeal fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaVBod34kSI/AAAAAAAACXE/FT9EyH0KL1U/s1600-h/Picture+015a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaVBod34kSI/AAAAAAAACXE/FT9EyH0KL1U/s320/Picture+015a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306719899395592482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Matthew Flinders for dinner. Daddy didn't feel like rice, there went my Korean dream. The eatery called Dave 'N' Busters has a game room for older kids, like this one, and for toddlers. Aidan loves the pool table since our Philip Island trip, and pestered his Dad for a game. Good for him, because he found one die-cast Thomas the Tank Engine in one of the pockets! What a treasure! He was so happy, that he introduced new Thomas to all his engines at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaVBoG9AlAI/AAAAAAAACW8/yrGgPOnSv7U/s1600-h/Picture+021a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaVBoG9AlAI/AAAAAAAACW8/yrGgPOnSv7U/s320/Picture+021a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306719893243073538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after his much needed haircut again, I bribed him with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaVBn3Krv5I/AAAAAAAACW0/XZaiGSdRVwQ/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaVBn3Krv5I/AAAAAAAACW0/XZaiGSdRVwQ/s320/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306719889005461394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went up this slide, I lost count, with non stop, all sorts of stunts. Forward, like Superman, Superman flying backwards, sitting down, sitting down backwards, climbing up the slide. He was loving it! I curi tangkap these pics, not sure if it was allowed in the pool, but too lazy to ask for permission. Now that I've said it, I won't tell you where :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaVBnw9XqvI/AAAAAAAACWs/c5s_Wgr-OvU/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaVBnw9XqvI/AAAAAAAACWs/c5s_Wgr-OvU/s320/Picture+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306719887339006706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his haircut. The hippy hairdresser was a pro. I looked at his scissors go, whoa! Who else but my new Korean hairdressers lar. The one who did my hair looks geekie, this one who did Aidan's hair was hippy. The one who did my eyebrow and upper lip waxing is also a young chick. All young and talented. This is so going to be my one stop shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaVBnWiDQYI/AAAAAAAACWk/quznYO18a64/s1600-h/Untitled-Stitched-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaVBnWiDQYI/AAAAAAAACWk/quznYO18a64/s320/Untitled-Stitched-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306719880245100930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My geekie one felt my head, looking for angles. How cool was that? Aidan's hippy one was just like Edward Scissorhand! He didn't treat Aidan's hair just like any other little boy's hair, he did it with much concentration and care. Maybe next time I should try him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little pricier, but I guess worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-5708519336555052865?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5708519336555052865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=5708519336555052865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5708519336555052865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5708519336555052865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-have-we-been.html' title='Where have we been?'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaVB14bi5cI/AAAAAAAACXM/hOdKU56dRn0/s72-c/Picture+017a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6935340100196082236</id><published>2009-02-24T23:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:44:41.524+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Off day Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It really was an OFF day for me. First the routines. Sent Aidan to school, hit the gym, and came home to shower. What was most pampering for me today was I coloured my hair at the Korean salon, plus did eyebrow and upper lip waxing. Walao, first time I do it leh. I was fascinated, sitting there and watching this angmoh being 'done', so I itchy bum bum and asked if the beautician does eyebrow reshaping. I seriously need that. And that was how I ended up in her beauty chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, I am not supposed to pluck my eyebrows. How on earth am I going to stick to that, we will see. I pluck every few days, and I am only supposed to go back to see the beautician in three weeks' time. THREE WEEKS! I've got a freaking wedding dinner to go to next Saturday! But before I see those baby hairs peeking out again, I am not going to fret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cooking day. It was Aidan's school's Twilight Sports night. Went there but we left an hour later. It was rather windy and sand was blowing in all direction, and obviously my eyes are definitely not keen or happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went for dinner at Matthew Flinders. Family type restaurant for western food. My salmon steak was nice, but a tad overdone. The only sin I have done was that I ate up the mashed potato as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tjek, tjek, tjek. Naughty girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6935340100196082236?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6935340100196082236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6935340100196082236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6935340100196082236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6935340100196082236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/off-day-tuesday.html' title='Off day Tuesday'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-3457221719694765192</id><published>2009-02-24T00:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:59:46.571+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Deleting my other blog</title><content type='html'>I am seriously thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is so difficult for me to load into Wordpress, I might as well forget about it. Don't have the patience. Plus, I do have more to my life than facing the pc now. I have grew out of love with it. Also contemplating deleting this one, but this one makes me a little moolah, although not much. Still, a penny in the pocket is better than none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang to delete that one, but I do not see the point of waiting and waiting for it to load anymore. I'd be better off playing some games in Facebook. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-3457221719694765192?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3457221719694765192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=3457221719694765192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3457221719694765192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3457221719694765192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/deleting-my-other-blog.html' title='Deleting my other blog'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2276066186767293414</id><published>2009-02-24T00:49:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:55:00.724+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Old don't go, new won't come</title><content type='html'>Every now and then, we have to change some things in the house to make it look new and fresh. So we will feel good living in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we cannot spend bigtime, we can still opt for &lt;a href="http://www.furnitureesuperstore.com/"&gt;discount furniture&lt;/a&gt; and get a few new items. I desperately need a new bed for Aidan. The bunk is useless as we don't have a fourth person at home, plus I have hit my head on it countless times. Not convenient and friendly at all! I would like to get him a king single trundle bed, plus a new mattress for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the extra cash we are getting from Mr. Rudd, I think we should do our bit by spending it and boost our economy. Am I not right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2276066186767293414?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2276066186767293414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2276066186767293414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2276066186767293414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2276066186767293414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-won.html' title='Old don&apos;t go, new won&apos;t come'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-4953646489649636398</id><published>2009-02-24T00:39:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:48:29.023+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's new shower cap</title><content type='html'>And he got jealous. And had the 'opening ceremony' for me. Just because I have a cute shower cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaKnciMiP6I/AAAAAAAACV8/J6DxF-ygkGo/s1600-h/Picture+004a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaKnciMiP6I/AAAAAAAACV8/J6DxF-ygkGo/s320/Picture+004a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305987419653423010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say he looks better in it that I do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaKndPlZOJI/AAAAAAAACWE/A1jBH4Q6No0/s1600-h/Picture+005a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaKndPlZOJI/AAAAAAAACWE/A1jBH4Q6No0/s320/Picture+005a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305987431837284498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harm Dan Chiu Yan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaKndACnI1I/AAAAAAAACWM/kHC0I7MCeSY/s1600-h/Picture+006a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaKndACnI1I/AAAAAAAACWM/kHC0I7MCeSY/s320/Picture+006a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305987427664864082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaKndJts0OI/AAAAAAAACWU/gq-iwKJ7YhU/s1600-h/Picture+007a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaKndJts0OI/AAAAAAAACWU/gq-iwKJ7YhU/s320/Picture+007a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305987430261510370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakakakakaaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-4953646489649636398?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4953646489649636398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=4953646489649636398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4953646489649636398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4953646489649636398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/mamas-new-shower-cap.html' title='Mama&apos;s new shower cap'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SaKnciMiP6I/AAAAAAAACV8/J6DxF-ygkGo/s72-c/Picture+004a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6297652265315724598</id><published>2009-02-19T00:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:46:31.270+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>No where is too safe</title><content type='html'>Not even at home. I have been contemplating installing a &lt;a href="http://www.alarmsystemstore.com/"&gt;home alarm&lt;/a&gt; system for a while now. Will always feel much safer when I know there is a 'third' eye doing its job for me, although not necessarily will prevent a break-in, but as a deterrence, it is good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crime rate is on the rise. We live it a pretty peaceful area, but I think we should not be carrying the 'It won't happen to us' attitude anymore. Who else is better to look after the safety for our home, if not ourselves? Every measure should be taken into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, we have the most precious things in the house. Our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6297652265315724598?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6297652265315724598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6297652265315724598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6297652265315724598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6297652265315724598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-where-is-too-safe.html' title='No where is too safe'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2983200808752163143</id><published>2009-02-17T23:46:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:55:48.550+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidan eating more or me eating less?</title><content type='html'>My boy has got better appetite eversince he went to Prep. I am not complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made lontong today, so obviously you can guess which plate is mine. Then there is minced meat with mushroom, something like the chee cheong fun sauce. Dang. Just realized. Could've added veggies in it. Ah well, next time. And braised pork spare ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SZqyZksHdYI/AAAAAAAACV0/EMExeuLbbCo/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SZqyZksHdYI/AAAAAAAACV0/EMExeuLbbCo/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303747663597368706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym. Laundry. Clean. Mop. Vacuum. Cook. Washed. You guessed it. By 8pm, I could no longer move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2983200808752163143?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2983200808752163143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2983200808752163143&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2983200808752163143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2983200808752163143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/aidan-eating-more-or-me-eating-less.html' title='Aidan eating more or me eating less?'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SZqyZksHdYI/AAAAAAAACV0/EMExeuLbbCo/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-7918136659109440455</id><published>2009-02-15T15:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:34:15.085+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Weight Loss - Extra Aid</title><content type='html'>Am I not doing things right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going to the gym, I have been having my protein shakes. Or is it that I haven't been able to stop munching the midnight snacks? It must be the third one, I know, but it is difficult when I get home from work and feeling hungry. My point is, I am not losing the weight I am expecting to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really must get some extra aid. My doctor refused my request for prescription drug, as she said I am 'healthy'. Yes, I know, I am healthy alright, but I do not want to be too meaty either. Might just give &lt;a href="http://www.planetarynutrition.com/Solo_Slim_p/soloslim.htm"&gt;Solo Slim&lt;/a&gt; a go. The main thing I want from this diet pill is the appetite suppresant, especially for sweets! Really need the extra help, as I have two weddings to attend soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-7918136659109440455?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7918136659109440455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=7918136659109440455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7918136659109440455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7918136659109440455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/weight-loss-extra-aid.html' title='Weight Loss - Extra Aid'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-4412461385394516929</id><published>2009-02-15T00:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:10:02.589+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>This has to be a separate post from the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the story that my hubby actually did try to do something for today. We were supposed to go out on a nice seafood lunch with Ching and Jess, just the four of us. He had already made all reservations and got Ching's sister to take care of Aidan and the kids for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, we had to cancel it at the last minute as there was an emergency situation that had arose. So last minute cancellation required last minute planning. Plan B, that is. Hubby decided to go to his brother's place to fix up the pc. Hence we had instant noodles lunch at my father-in-law's, rather romantic (sense my heavily-laced sarcasm?) and off we went to BIL's place. Hubby decided to be adventurous and took the freeway. I agreed, but forgot how old our Melway was (don't ask, it is REALLY old), and naturally, lost our way. For the second time to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was good, and later in the evening we dropped by Chaddy. Being Valentine's day, I decided to indulge in something sweet, and we stopped at Sweet Temptations, where hubby had a macchiato, Aidan a chocolate truffle, myself, my one true love, tiramisu, and we shared a chocolate ice drink. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was it. Nothing too romantic. No flowers, but chocolates on the go. I did see young girls all giggly and lovey-dovey though, looking high and silly with a bunch of flowers and giant teddy bears. That was me, twenty years ago. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's all the same :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-4412461385394516929?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4412461385394516929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=4412461385394516929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4412461385394516929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4412461385394516929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-8993074881428676973</id><published>2009-02-15T00:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:53:48.487+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Men and their toys</title><content type='html'>We were at my brother-in-law's place this afternoon. Instead of spending the lover's day having a nice lunch, we spent the day getting lost while driving to his house. I was the only woman among the five of us. My father-in-law was busy inspecting the garden, my son on the PS3 and my husband and his brother talking about fast cars. And there I was, with nothing to do, sucking on an icy-pole, reading the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard them talking about brakes, wheels, performance and &lt;a href="http://sites.andysautosport.com/s/coilovers"&gt;coilovers&lt;/a&gt;. Performance alright. He'd better make up the day to me as the only 'coilover' I am expecting is him coiling over and giving me a good tight hug when we sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-8993074881428676973?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8993074881428676973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=8993074881428676973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8993074881428676973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8993074881428676973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-and-their-toys.html' title='Men and their toys'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-3060156520935332576</id><published>2009-02-13T23:07:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:14:17.356+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Dress Day and Gold Coin Donation</title><content type='html'>It was a free dress day today at Prep, and that meant Aidan didn't have to wear his school uniform. It is all part of the Bush Fire Appeal, and students were encouraged to make a gold coin donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Aidan a two dollar coin, which I told him to put inside his pant's pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No, Mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why, which pocket do you want to put in then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (He has got seven on that pair of pants!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilkin's aunt has got Aidan a Thomas pencil case and a Thomas wallet while she was on holidays in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added a little bit more money in the box, in case he loses the note. Ah well, every little bit helps, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-3060156520935332576?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3060156520935332576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=3060156520935332576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3060156520935332576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3060156520935332576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-dress-day-and-gold-coin-donation.html' title='Free Dress Day and Gold Coin Donation'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-1682356889443069318</id><published>2009-02-13T22:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:02:29.464+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Making women money</title><content type='html'>At times like this, either employees of giant companies get the boot or businesses folding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those employees that may have gotten some compensation scheme, it will be a good idea of one looks up a &lt;a href="http://www.smallbusinesssale.com/"&gt;small business for sale&lt;/a&gt;, and start from there. It may sound risky, but let's face it, consumers are out there. And for the record, three out of ten will be unemployed. That leaves seven that will still be spending the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And realistically, women's money are the easiest to make. Sell us anything that has got to do with anti-aging, beauty, bags, shoes, baby items, well, practically just anything! One won't go out of business on this one, for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-1682356889443069318?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1682356889443069318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=1682356889443069318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/1682356889443069318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/1682356889443069318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/making-women-money.html' title='Making women money'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-4232568608511309833</id><published>2009-02-12T23:36:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:49:17.803+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A three day break</title><content type='html'>Which, incidentally, didn't give me much rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opted for an alternate Wednesday off, and this week was the first. Thought I would get a good break. On Tuesday, I went to the post office to submit the application for Aidan's passport renewal, only to be told the photograph was too small. I blardy cursed the Rabbit Photo there and then, as I had specifically told them it was for a passport. And they said can can can. Can my foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I had to rush Aidan to the post office after school for a quick pic. After all the form preparation and stuff, I couldn't use the old one anymore, as they new pic requires a guarantor's signature, who also, signed the application form. I didn't want to go all the way to Endeavour Hills, plus I had an appointment with my homeopath on Wednesday. In Preston. I need a new guarantor, and quick. And she's in Doncaster. So Wednesday was mostly spent driving around, although I had a good lunch with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, crazy. Why on earth I agreed to help out at Prep for the Healthy Food Promo, beats me. Morning I had another interview for the passport application, and then rushed of to Aidan's school to, at first, most parents thought we were there to cut up fruits. Heck loads of fruits and veggies! I told one of the mums this was Aidan's worst nightmare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were just thrust into the positions of serving the kids. Aidan was amused I was there, and I managed to stuff two pieces of banana into his mouth, plus a teeny-weeny bite of apple and orange each. Gosh, he looked like I was feeding him poo. At the end, it was two hours work instead of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class rep meeting when school finished. More activities to get involved in, excursions, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did my shopping time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-4232568608511309833?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4232568608511309833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=4232568608511309833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4232568608511309833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4232568608511309833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-day-break.html' title='A three day break'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6674759044334275127</id><published>2009-02-09T12:57:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:17:55.664+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Marysville...</title><content type='html'>Then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken on our toboggan trip to Lake Mountain in 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY-RSJuFp3I/AAAAAAAACVc/MApXGN2GCD0/s1600-h/LM110807+%2834%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY-RSJuFp3I/AAAAAAAACVc/MApXGN2GCD0/s320/LM110807+%2834%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300615027471263602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY-PTeeSxjI/AAAAAAAACVU/piu7zdFUClc/s1600-h/LM110807+%2828%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY-PTeeSxjI/AAAAAAAACVU/piu7zdFUClc/s320/LM110807+%2828%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300612851198772786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY-PTQ6jM2I/AAAAAAAACVM/6SNPLyNQHHU/s1600-h/LM110807+%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY-PTQ6jM2I/AAAAAAAACVM/6SNPLyNQHHU/s320/LM110807+%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300612847559193442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY-RSdKXzKI/AAAAAAAACVs/G__ztOG97g8/s1600-h/fire13__2__gallery__600x391,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY-RSdKXzKI/AAAAAAAACVs/G__ztOG97g8/s320/fire13__2__gallery__600x391,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300615032690166946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY-RSN7zpzI/AAAAAAAACVk/eeT4Nx_wanA/s1600-h/fire12__7__gallery__600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY-RSN7zpzI/AAAAAAAACVk/eeT4Nx_wanA/s320/fire12__7__gallery__600x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300615028602545970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost for words. A beautiful place, among many others that were burnt to the ground. The saddest part, may be an act of arsonists. It will change the lives of so many, and may take a lifetime for them to rebuild their lives again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for rain, strength and courage in these people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6674759044334275127?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6674759044334275127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6674759044334275127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6674759044334275127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6674759044334275127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/marysville.html' title='Marysville...'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY-RSJuFp3I/AAAAAAAACVc/MApXGN2GCD0/s72-c/LM110807+%2834%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-7916163630263480601</id><published>2009-02-09T00:53:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:21:00.525+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lou Sang one more time</title><content type='html'>A pregnant friend of mine didn't feel it was CNY without Lou Sang. We had to have it. So, before CNY finishes in on Monday, we had a big one on Saturday. We made three big dishes, all with fresh salmon, and since she can't have any, we made a smaller platter just for her, with jellyfish instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unfinished Yin-Yang platter of jellyfish for my preggers friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY7mEcZPcQI/AAAAAAAACVE/uoZc0DtUh5s/s1600-h/070209+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY7mEcZPcQI/AAAAAAAACVE/uoZc0DtUh5s/s320/070209+%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300426775477580034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This platter was supposed to be two kois before we went too greedy and messed it up with lots of ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY7kyTKBorI/AAAAAAAACUk/OVWPSEd-yvM/s1600-h/070209+%2825%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY7kyTKBorI/AAAAAAAACUk/OVWPSEd-yvM/s320/070209+%2825%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300425364248568498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the almost finished, one of the three platters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY7kyqpZQ5I/AAAAAAAACUs/kEUJ3vesGfk/s1600-h/070209+%2823%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY7kyqpZQ5I/AAAAAAAACUs/kEUJ3vesGfk/s320/070209+%2823%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300425370554155922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a hot hot sweltering day of 46C, nothing is better than ice kacang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY7mEBNYb6I/AAAAAAAACU8/mKK3mA2Sdao/s1600-h/070209+%2847%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY7mEBNYb6I/AAAAAAAACU8/mKK3mA2Sdao/s320/070209+%2847%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300426768180080546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY7kyrL3-lI/AAAAAAAACU0/8lhd8eC8zqk/s1600-h/070209+%2855%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY7kyrL3-lI/AAAAAAAACU0/8lhd8eC8zqk/s320/070209+%2855%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300425370698775122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat was unbearable. Nothing I have experience were close to this. The wind was blowing hard, and it was melting hot. My skin stings within minutes of just getting out there, into my car. The temperature topped it's record maximum and while we were having a good time, a lot of lives and homes were destroyed. No one expected this to happen. After a three continuous scorching days last week, most would think we could go through this, and afterall, it was only a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this was the worst ever. But what left me reeling was, as fast as the temperature climbed to it's 30s as early as 9am or so, after the damages it had done, it cooled down more than 15 degrees within an hour in the early evening. The news was devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it had cooled down, there is still high risk for fires, where it could start from embers that is as big as a teacup. I pray for rain. And strength for those who are left with nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-7916163630263480601?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7916163630263480601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=7916163630263480601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7916163630263480601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7916163630263480601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/lou-sang-one-more-time.html' title='Lou Sang one more time'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SY7mEcZPcQI/AAAAAAAACVE/uoZc0DtUh5s/s72-c/070209+%289%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6750790280923584780</id><published>2009-02-05T23:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:47:36.468+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up during the week</title><content type='html'>Third day into prep Aidan is already saying he wants to go shopping tomorrow instead. Hasn't quite grasp the idea that he will stay put! Still, he is enjoying school days, and happily for me, he finished his sandwiches so far. Oh, why third day? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; for the first month of school, every Wednesday is Prep Free Day, so no school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I am the one who is left battling with my eye lids. Work is getting busier and by the time I got home, I need to wind down (EXCUSES!), and wake up early. Monday and Tuesday, I hit the gym with such enthusiasm, obviously yesterday was a gym-free day for me as well. This morning, by the time we left the door, I remembered there was a class-rep meeting. Oh well, I thought, I can always go after that. Little do you know, I was half asleep throughout the meeting, and at the end of it, heck, I went straight home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good, after the 1 1/2 hour nap. So, it is I, the one not coping well with Prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done my root canal for the third, and last time on Wednesday. I had this sunglasses over my eyes, but was curious as a cat. Peeked, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;regrettably&lt;/span&gt;, saw tiny matchsticks dagger being burned and sterilized over the fire tungsten, and with smoke still, buried within my gums. Yep, I smelt burnt flesh! But no ouch. Thank goodness for anaesthetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I officially have two dead teeth in my mouth. One hardly costed me anything, another a fortune. The former, all I knew, the roots out, throw in the fillings, that was it. This one, no freaking wonder it costs me $1200! AUSSIE DOLLARS, mind you! Gotta wait for another six months to spend the other $1300 for crowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Kevin Rudd's stimulus package came at a good time. Keep the jobs going. Yeah, right.  As if dentists will go out of jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6750790280923584780?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6750790280923584780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6750790280923584780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6750790280923584780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6750790280923584780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-up-during-week.html' title='What&apos;s up during the week'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-7899473404058330856</id><published>2009-02-03T23:16:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:37:28.560+11:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day at Prep</title><content type='html'>First day at Prep was a breeze. I told him a story about school, bells and friends, and most importantly, his Lightning McQueen snackbox. Inside was a tub of fruit puree, some biscuits and an iced bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYg3RFtM5vI/AAAAAAAACUU/2tnVZWGuWZ8/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYg3RFtM5vI/AAAAAAAACUU/2tnVZWGuWZ8/s320/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298545728330458866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchbox was more practical, and be placed inside an insulated bag with a frozen bottle of water to keep cool. Anyway, he was very excited about it all. It was a good thing I reminded him of some new friends he has made over orientation days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYg2FWcSmmI/AAAAAAAACT0/iM5sLIHUERI/s1600-h/020209+%288%29a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYg2FWcSmmI/AAAAAAAACT0/iM5sLIHUERI/s320/020209+%288%29a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298544427152874082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the classroom. Yep, that would be right. So at home, at where he loves to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYg2Fw5SOsI/AAAAAAAACUM/XowELaX7bj0/s1600-h/020209+%2817%29a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYg2Fw5SOsI/AAAAAAAACUM/XowELaX7bj0/s320/020209+%2817%29a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298544434253806274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His very own seat, with his cricketeer hat at the back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYg4w3Ks6VI/AAAAAAAACUc/PU34KM5m1iM/s1600-h/020209+%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYg4w3Ks6VI/AAAAAAAACUc/PU34KM5m1iM/s320/020209+%2815%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298547373695101266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy took the day off just to be here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYg2FmTVtRI/AAAAAAAACUE/UW7KYkGXOmA/s1600-h/020209+%2814%29a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYg2FmTVtRI/AAAAAAAACUE/UW7KYkGXOmA/s320/020209+%2814%29a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298544431410296082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His most favourite spot in the classroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYg2FgalD7I/AAAAAAAACT8/sR1hkcJjELg/s1600-h/020209+%2812%29a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYg2FgalD7I/AAAAAAAACT8/sR1hkcJjELg/s320/020209+%2812%29a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298544429830049714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few cheery goodbyes, hubby and I hit the gyms. Gyms = being different places. His Fitness First and my YMCA. I don't quite his upper classy place, and mine has a pool. Also, a lot of pryme movers. Meaning, old people. So I look good. Hahahaa! Naah... in fact, I saw a much older lady working out, and I was so jealous with her physique and definitions. Must have taken a lot of hard work and time to be what she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have more time in my hands, I vow to be more active, less pc romancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, let's give it a week, and see what Aidan will say then. Some kids would have had enough of the long hours, and I am keeping my fingers tightly crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-7899473404058330856?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7899473404058330856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=7899473404058330856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7899473404058330856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7899473404058330856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-day-at-prep.html' title='First Day at Prep'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYg3RFtM5vI/AAAAAAAACUU/2tnVZWGuWZ8/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-5514837417763125353</id><published>2009-02-02T00:42:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:54:31.946+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Is everything ready?</title><content type='html'>I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a nervous wreck yet, but close to becoming one. Tomorrow, or rather today, I will be waking up early at 7am for the next 15 years, if I am lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School bag? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Uniform? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Hats? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Lunchboxes? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Camera? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous radar? Tilting to maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan's first day at Prep! My baby is going to Prep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am exciting about welcoming my new six-hour daily free time. I have lots of things to do with it, one being making the gym my second home. By saying that, I am TRYING to make it my second home. See if this will hold my attention long enough away from the more leisure-paced window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are all jumbled up right now, I'll probably post better tomorrow, after all the photos have been taken, and when he is back home again from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-5514837417763125353?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5514837417763125353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=5514837417763125353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5514837417763125353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5514837417763125353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-everything-ready.html' title='Is everything ready?'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-4349523338370433040</id><published>2009-02-01T00:59:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:21:28.394+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Record High for three consecutive days of temperatures above 43 degrees Celsius since 1855</title><content type='html'>How else can you beat that? People, animals and plants have died this time round. Even the ants came out to look for water and food (if ever they drink water? I don't know) Saturday morning when the cool change broke through on Friday night. We used recycled water to douse down the heat on our parched verandahs, and hubby guessed the ants must have sensed that, hence they were all over our kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the plants, look at my poor babies. See the succulents thrive compared to these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYRb3C_xJlI/AAAAAAAACTM/87HHprvDXqk/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYRb3C_xJlI/AAAAAAAACTM/87HHprvDXqk/s320/Picture+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297460062949811794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbour's babies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYRb3jlghBI/AAAAAAAACTU/GNvGptXu9rU/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYRb3jlghBI/AAAAAAAACTU/GNvGptXu9rU/s320/Picture+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297460071698039826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbour's babies up close. Bear in mind this neighbour of mine, who is also my front yard gardener, waters our plants religiously. And these are hard leaves, keeps water well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYRb3_-eTvI/AAAAAAAACTc/nZN2B7PWq-Y/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYRb3_-eTvI/AAAAAAAACTc/nZN2B7PWq-Y/s320/Picture+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297460079318945522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effect of the scorching sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYRb4t15lVI/AAAAAAAACTs/joTK7nqhjCQ/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYRb4t15lVI/AAAAAAAACTs/joTK7nqhjCQ/s320/Picture+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297460091631015250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could only take so much. After three consecutive days, something's gotta burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYRb4dXXmeI/AAAAAAAACTk/ZAApDz_U110/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYRb4dXXmeI/AAAAAAAACTk/ZAApDz_U110/s320/Picture+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297460087207991778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for me! For insisting on the air-conditioning last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-4349523338370433040?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4349523338370433040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=4349523338370433040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4349523338370433040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4349523338370433040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/02/melbourne-record-high-for-three.html' title='Melbourne Record High for three consecutive days of temperatures above 43 degrees Celsius since 1855'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SYRb3C_xJlI/AAAAAAAACTM/87HHprvDXqk/s72-c/Picture+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2947750223842742249</id><published>2009-01-30T00:24:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:49:04.599+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Beached whale</title><content type='html'>As in, not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely hot. Dry. Debilitating migraine. Damp undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days of 43C if enough to make anyone go mad. I am amazed the tennis players at the Australian Open didn't work up a strike for not putting up the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs at RSPCA died. My friend's 3 chooks died. One man pengsan at Chaddy. I was wondering what this red square tent was all about, smacked right in the middle of the info centre, and some guys flapping the canvas. I walked pass it, and saw this boot, horizontally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot night last night. Ditched hubby and bed, went to sleep with Aidan instead, as the evaporative cooler is in his room. Jangan cuba tanya pasal hawa dingin, kiamsiap mia suami I. Lagi dia kata katil kita panas, tak bleh tidur. Abuthen? Not my problem. I cari lain solution lor. Hahhaaaha! Looks like I'll be ditching them one more night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel fat. Christmas and CNY goodies are showing their stuff now. Right here in my gut, bottom, flabby arms and noticeable double chin. Feel all the peanut paste, pineapple tarts, nin gou still there in my tummy. Carbs, carbs and more carbs. Even my Milk Thistle can't help me this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitness First consultant very persistant and irritating. Decided am going to ditch them and join YMCA instead. For the same price, I get the pool as well. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, migraine is leaving, but still making its mark. Bloated. Fluid retention. I feel my swollen fingers and feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for another pair of undies. I mean, shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2947750223842742249?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2947750223842742249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2947750223842742249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2947750223842742249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2947750223842742249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/beached-whale.html' title='Beached whale'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-7099970058587537792</id><published>2009-01-26T14:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:13:25.802+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Reunion Dishes</title><content type='html'>Obviously, this is not a dish. Hahaha! Here's wishing again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hup Gar Hung Fook,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Man See Yue Yee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SX0pTdJxPLI/AAAAAAAACSY/PJG5KZpIdIc/s1600-h/angpau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SX0pTdJxPLI/AAAAAAAACSY/PJG5KZpIdIc/s320/angpau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295434151077428402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaler, those are our car keys, in the car key holder. Anyways, some yummy dishes my father-in-law cooked up for reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SX0neJqJioI/AAAAAAAACSQ/qoN2kJ2XY78/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SX0neJqJioI/AAAAAAAACSQ/qoN2kJ2XY78/s320/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295432135799835266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SX0nd5FYqkI/AAAAAAAACSI/qigNIcu6rnM/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SX0nd5FYqkI/AAAAAAAACSI/qigNIcu6rnM/s320/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295432131350669890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SX0ndgvKMeI/AAAAAAAACSA/jjSf2PfSNxk/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SX0ndgvKMeI/AAAAAAAACSA/jjSf2PfSNxk/s320/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295432124814995938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one, bought lar. Aidan loved it. *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;More ducky please&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SX0ndib3J3I/AAAAAAAACR4/JeAjJKesF9M/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SX0ndib3J3I/AAAAAAAACR4/JeAjJKesF9M/s320/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295432125270927218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contribution. Same old, same old every year. But tasted better. Adalar practice over the years, sure got improvement, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SX0ncVtKRzI/AAAAAAAACRw/bmQrqHjzY1U/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SX0ncVtKRzI/AAAAAAAACRw/bmQrqHjzY1U/s320/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295432104673953586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get fat first, then hit the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-7099970058587537792?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7099970058587537792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=7099970058587537792&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7099970058587537792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7099970058587537792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-reunion-dishes.html' title='Happy Reunion Dishes'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SX0pTdJxPLI/AAAAAAAACSY/PJG5KZpIdIc/s72-c/angpau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-5853655081219212105</id><published>2009-01-26T00:58:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:16:47.212+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Hei Fatt Choy!! Aussie Aussie Aussie! Oi! Oi! Oi!</title><content type='html'>Kung Hei Fatt Choy! Aidan stretching out for ang paus already :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SXxw1kBZAYI/AAAAAAAACRo/bR3caGRb21c/s1600-h/Untitled-TrueColor-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SXxw1kBZAYI/AAAAAAAACRo/bR3caGRb21c/s320/Untitled-TrueColor-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295231327385747842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CufsFBtw91Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CufsFBtw91Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Aussie Day too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-5853655081219212105?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5853655081219212105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=5853655081219212105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5853655081219212105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5853655081219212105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/kung-hei-fatt-choy-aussie-aussie-aussie.html' title='Kung Hei Fatt Choy!! Aussie Aussie Aussie! Oi! Oi! Oi!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SXxw1kBZAYI/AAAAAAAACRo/bR3caGRb21c/s72-c/Untitled-TrueColor-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6740986671786007880</id><published>2009-01-24T01:22:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:27:08.306+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting serious</title><content type='html'>Yes I am. I have quit Curves workout. The half an hour workouts have done me some good, but instead of losing the weight I want, I kinda bulked up in muscles. Which isn't too bad if I lose my weight as well. But heck. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, quit I have. And will join the gym I joined years ago. Cardio is what I need. And since Aidan will be at prep, I'll make YMCA my second home! Good, right? This way, I don't go galivanting and spend money unnecessarily, although I could splurge on the massages they offer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take good note. I said I will join the gym. You wait lar. Hold your breath until I announce one day, that I have joined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't turn blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6740986671786007880?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6740986671786007880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6740986671786007880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6740986671786007880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6740986671786007880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-serious.html' title='Getting serious'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-493515493626530338</id><published>2009-01-23T14:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:20:43.563+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Oh dear.... PS world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SXk3bKjGg5I/AAAAAAAACRg/G-2JEfnIXbo/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SXk3bKjGg5I/AAAAAAAACRg/G-2JEfnIXbo/s320/Picture+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294323776778306450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How else would one play the NDS? What position would he think up next if we were to install the PS2 game console hubby's brother had given us? My brother-in-law has updated his toy to a spanking new &lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/cat/playstation-3-games-accessories-and-ps3-systems/63113.html"&gt;PS3&lt;/a&gt;.What is it with guys and computer or digital games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not let Aidan has his ways with this. Half an hour in the evening and that's it. Given the chance, most boys would rather stay home and make no contacts. I find it rather rude as well when children play with their portable games during meals in restaurants. Well, perhaps something like the PS3 is the way to go. At least one cannot bring it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-493515493626530338?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/493515493626530338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=493515493626530338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/493515493626530338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/493515493626530338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear.... PS world'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SXk3bKjGg5I/AAAAAAAACRg/G-2JEfnIXbo/s72-c/Picture+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-1278524055257661065</id><published>2009-01-23T00:49:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:52:08.907+11:00</updated><title type='text'>No mood to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I can't get you outta my head *&lt;/span&gt; - Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pineapple tarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sago pudding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wu tao gou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lo Hon Chai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lou sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tong yuen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATURDAY!!! WHERE ARE YOU??!! COME QUICKLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-1278524055257661065?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/1278524055257661065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=1278524055257661065&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/1278524055257661065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/1278524055257661065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-mood-to-blog.html' title='No mood to blog'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-6792172419391502794</id><published>2009-01-21T15:17:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:34:48.118+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tagged</title><content type='html'>What a magnificent bird. There she goes, minding her own business, but one day, *clip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SXai6rilP1I/AAAAAAAACQQ/S_f5SMc7Hng/s1600-h/HenHarrierK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SXai6rilP1I/AAAAAAAACQQ/S_f5SMc7Hng/s320/HenHarrierK2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293597541024481106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that band? No longer free. I feel that way. Feels like it. Looks like it. And it is not a nice feeling carrying something foreign other than her feathers. In my case, clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SXaje3cRMSI/AAAAAAAACQg/T_JqxXJVBRE/s1600-h/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SXaje3cRMSI/AAAAAAAACQg/T_JqxXJVBRE/s320/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293598162694517026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged. Banded. Clipped. Tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SXai6tc_voI/AAAAAAAACQY/NOFv8R3XmDo/s1600-h/gigi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SXai6tc_voI/AAAAAAAACQY/NOFv8R3XmDo/s320/gigi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293597541537922690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For another two weeks. And it will be at least one month before my molar, or me, can be free from one of the despicable appointments. Underneath this 'calm' photo, lies six long and fine 'acupunture-like' needles. Don't ask me why, my dentist never bothered talking to me. He just turned, said '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OK, see you next time&lt;/span&gt;' and out the door he went. No advise on hygiene and pain management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, this second round of $400 isn't easy for him to earn, but it hurts me both ways. Tooth and bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chekai loyar mia dentist. Better not curse him too much. I still have three more visits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-6792172419391502794?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/6792172419391502794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=6792172419391502794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6792172419391502794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/6792172419391502794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-tagged.html' title='I am tagged'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SXai6rilP1I/AAAAAAAACQQ/S_f5SMc7Hng/s72-c/HenHarrierK2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-3481579189142146326</id><published>2009-01-19T00:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:00:12.329+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Dang!</title><content type='html'>After my first &lt;a href="http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-it-gonna-be.html"&gt;root canal&lt;/a&gt; session, the result was sensational! No more sensitive feelings when I drink icy cold water and chewed almost anything on it. However, I knew it was only a temporary filling and I had to be careful with it still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, being careful wasn't enough, because two days ago I felt and upon checking, noticed a crack! That was Thursday night. Called dentist but couldn't fit me in till Monday. Darnest thing like this HAS to happen over the weekend. Long wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my situation to the receptionist, his wife, my guess, she exclaimed in a surprised tone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh! He didn't put a band on it for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh! He didn't put a band on it for you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was he supposed to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if he tells me tomorrow that my molar can't be saved, or more work (e.g. more money) needs to be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it have made a difference if he banded it in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy money diggers, that's what they are. See see that I needed a root canal, quickly slot me in (although I should be grateful for that) and claim my money, fully aware and taking advantage of the fact that I did not have the luxury of time to shop around for dentists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, Mr. Dentist, if you tell me more $$$ is needed, please just pull it out. False tooth much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-3481579189142146326?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/3481579189142146326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=3481579189142146326&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3481579189142146326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/3481579189142146326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-dang.html' title='Ah Dang!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-662217177569619946</id><published>2009-01-15T18:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:55:22.493+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lousy cooking'/><title type='text'>Cooking for Dummies</title><content type='html'>I have bought this for a while:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SW7n-tJErTI/AAAAAAAACPY/1_0vQL9Fobs/s1600-h/1559635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SW7n-tJErTI/AAAAAAAACPY/1_0vQL9Fobs/s320/1559635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291421676662467890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never got around using it until yesterday, which I made aloo ghobi and some fish recipe. Not bad. I mean, the step to step instructions were not bad. Very detailed instructions from what to buy, what you need, to cooking step by step with it. So today, I used it again for a different kind of fried rice. Indonesian style. And probably drop by what &lt;a href="http://nomadic-mom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nomadic Mom&lt;/a&gt; calls a &lt;a href="http://www.lenards.com.au/"&gt;chicken boutique&lt;/a&gt; to get some 'ready-made' chicken meal ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SW7nvF1-mMI/AAAAAAAACPI/bUNqcaFvsKc/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SW7nvF1-mMI/AAAAAAAACPI/bUNqcaFvsKc/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291421408415357122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, &lt;a href="http://mott.blogsome.com/"&gt;Mott&lt;/a&gt; ring rings me and told me to drop by her place to get some thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAR SIEW!! Phoowaaa! Tender and juicy, damn yummo! Mott's Kitchen 'mou dak ding'!! (Eh, have to angkat a bit lar, want to have more to come :P  Then again, it's real angkat noh, otherwise why would I want 'more to come', right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SW7nvYIF-II/AAAAAAAACPQ/1obM2jzluAQ/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SW7nvYIF-II/AAAAAAAACPQ/1obM2jzluAQ/s320/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291421413323176066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her back garden chili padi, as seen in my rice, blew me away. Ever since I had Aidan, I seldom take spicy stuff, just because I need to share with him, so my threshold for spicy-ness has gone waayy down. Hot hot hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great eat-in dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-662217177569619946?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/662217177569619946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=662217177569619946&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/662217177569619946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/662217177569619946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/cooking-for-dummies.html' title='Cooking for Dummies'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SW7n-tJErTI/AAAAAAAACPY/1_0vQL9Fobs/s72-c/1559635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-5765928031692053220</id><published>2009-01-14T00:58:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:34:35.325+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BIlly Elliot The Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RnIrOHSSfHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RnIrOHSSfHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been waiting for months to watch this and finally, tonight. The pommy accent was initially quite difficult for me to understand, but after a while I got the hang of it. Lots of swearing, though. Generous doses of f*****ngs, ba****ds and wankers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me laughing and crying. Couldn't just watch and leave, can I? My loot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWykRof1IzI/AAAAAAAACPA/yZVFYONUO18/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWykRof1IzI/AAAAAAAACPA/yZVFYONUO18/s320/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290784285089145650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A program and a cool canvas bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-5765928031692053220?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5765928031692053220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=5765928031692053220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5765928031692053220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5765928031692053220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/billy-elliot-musical.html' title='BIlly Elliot The Musical'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWykRof1IzI/AAAAAAAACPA/yZVFYONUO18/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-8053578080574556673</id><published>2009-01-13T00:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:51:48.671+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lousy cooking'/><title type='text'>A typical Aussie meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWtHCTFzRLI/AAAAAAAACO4/RduoYhqiaoA/s1600-h/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWtHCTFzRLI/AAAAAAAACO4/RduoYhqiaoA/s320/dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290400292086695090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I tried to go all Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, Oi! Oi! Oi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan had his macaroni and cheese, and me my ham salad ala Al Fresco. My backyard lah! Had to push the shaded washing aside and made way for the table and two chairs. Kinda nice, except for the annoying fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, I made lamb and honey meatballs, with cous cous and salad. Plus a potato bake with crispy pastry. Aidan looked disgusted at the sight of 'pink vegetable' and I teased him if he would like to have some beetroot, he looked at me, half in horror and said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt; Hence the boiled cauliflower for him. And dinosaur shaped meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What looked like a simple meal, there are tedious steps behind it. Chop the onions, crush the garlic, grate the carrot and lemon rind, slice the potato, and preparing the veggies. I guess it's okay if I didn't have to get ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow? Tau pau ler, char siew. Coz I am going to Billy Elliot The Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-8053578080574556673?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8053578080574556673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=8053578080574556673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8053578080574556673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8053578080574556673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/typical-aussie-meal.html' title='A typical Aussie meal'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWtHCTFzRLI/AAAAAAAACO4/RduoYhqiaoA/s72-c/dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-5474559857508764230</id><published>2009-01-11T15:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:55:22.884+11:00</updated><title type='text'>An ideal idyllic Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWl6KbAFM_I/AAAAAAAACOw/r-JFQMfanpY/s1600-h/Untitled-TrueColor-01a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWl6KbAFM_I/AAAAAAAACOw/r-JFQMfanpY/s320/Untitled-TrueColor-01a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289893556788737010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan assumes the role of his Daddy on that spot with MY Nintendo. After and east meets west lunch. Ham omelette wrapped in roti with avocado spread. Sounds funny, but tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dreamy way to spend the arvo. Me? My favourite hobby and what I do best. Sleep. Nap. Forty winks. Shut eye. Watchamacallit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ends with a sigh at 4.00pm when I had to drag myself up, to get ready for work. Don't get me wrong. Love the work, but love it more cuddling up to my baby. But that doesn't bring home the bread, does it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-5474559857508764230?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/5474559857508764230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=5474559857508764230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5474559857508764230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/5474559857508764230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/ideal-idyllic-sunday.html' title='An ideal idyllic Sunday'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWl6KbAFM_I/AAAAAAAACOw/r-JFQMfanpY/s72-c/Untitled-TrueColor-01a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-8445294426400245328</id><published>2009-01-08T18:31:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:59:49.038+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lousy cooking'/><title type='text'>Our dinner tonight</title><content type='html'>Hainanese chicken rice. Taste yummy. Not bought. I made! Kleber leh? See, Aidan couldn't wait to dig into his drumstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWWsWPWW8aI/AAAAAAAACOo/T-84b7HZjB0/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWWsWPWW8aI/AAAAAAAACOo/T-84b7HZjB0/s320/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288822835493925282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot the bishop's nose? This particular part is sure to go into the bin. My mum would have eaten that first, but she is too far away in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWWsV3tc89I/AAAAAAAACOg/tcGmmR1ob4A/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWWsV3tc89I/AAAAAAAACOg/tcGmmR1ob4A/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288822829148337106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process. A whole free range chook in hot spa, infused with spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWWsV6VNbfI/AAAAAAAACOY/60jz_guQxwA/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWWsV6VNbfI/AAAAAAAACOY/60jz_guQxwA/s320/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288822829851962866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where did I get the recipe from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWWsVI641sI/AAAAAAAACOI/ik7I19cJmO0/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWWsVI641sI/AAAAAAAACOI/ik7I19cJmO0/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288822816588224194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaahahahhahaha!! I am the Queen of premix! Surely you knew?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-8445294426400245328?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/8445294426400245328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=8445294426400245328&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8445294426400245328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/8445294426400245328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-dinner-tonight.html' title='Our dinner tonight'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWWsWPWW8aI/AAAAAAAACOo/T-84b7HZjB0/s72-c/Picture+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-7175722419779167140</id><published>2009-01-06T23:57:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:00:10.475+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lousy cooking'/><title type='text'>Looks dracula-ish, but tastes very delish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theorganicgrocer.com.au/blog/post/2006/09/Benefits-of-Certified-Organic-Beetroot.aspx"&gt;Beetroot.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom see this in the supermarket, or most likely I wasn't looking. Today, however, I chanced upon it and remembering my in-laws love to make soup out of them, and that I love it, I bought two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWNYP44GQYI/AAAAAAAACNw/T69LeoiYB08/s1600-h/beetroot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWNYP44GQYI/AAAAAAAACNw/T69LeoiYB08/s320/beetroot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288167417452052866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked it with some pork bones, and added a white radish and some celery stalks. Note what's in the photo is not carrot. That is the white radish, gone red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWNYQDRWCiI/AAAAAAAACN4/TWE4wFEg_NE/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWNYQDRWCiI/AAAAAAAACN4/TWE4wFEg_NE/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288167420242299426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And saving the best for last. Yumm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWNYQNRjAmI/AAAAAAAACOA/Bn_lWSupnrY/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWNYQNRjAmI/AAAAAAAACOA/Bn_lWSupnrY/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288167422927503970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for Aidan, he said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mama, I don't want pink rice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not negotiable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-7175722419779167140?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/7175722419779167140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=7175722419779167140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7175722419779167140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/7175722419779167140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/looks-dracula-ish-but-tastes-very.html' title='Looks dracula-ish, but tastes very delish!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWNYP44GQYI/AAAAAAAACNw/T69LeoiYB08/s72-c/beetroot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-4725316292919259362</id><published>2009-01-05T23:57:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:40:25.196+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What's it gonna be?</title><content type='html'>The pain was getting unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning, and the first thing I did was to call my dentist. Lucky for me, I was able to sleep okay most of the night. Unlucky for me, my Sean Connery-like dentist may be still on holidays somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have found ten of dozens of dentists in the yellow pages, but how would I know if they are any good? So I SOS-ed for help. Ask a few friends of mine, and they sms-ed me back with their dentists. Thanks gals!! Not surprisingly, no one said theirs was cheap. Sigh....  I contacted one, who flatly told me no, because they were all booked up. The next told me I can see one in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEB-freaking-BRUARY?!!! I could have died from gangrene by then! Weren't they supposed to save lives?! Far out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One receptionist said I could go if I was willing to wait for her boss to 'slot' me in. And it was close to my place. I went there straight away. I think twenty minutes was all it took for me to wait. Went in there, tap tap here, tap tap there, and came out with a bill of $78.00 All in less than five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's it gonna be? He said I could do a root canal, which was his choice opinion, so to save my molar. Three visits for root canal, two visits for crowning. Total of $2500.  Or I could have it extracted, and leave it be. Cheapest, but left with a gap. Or then get an implant, which can easily cost about $4000 or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantic. Frantic. How?  Have to decide, coz I really need something done to it, like yesterday! I cannot to 'shop around' as I was very time poor. What if I cannot see another dentist for second opinion in time. Then again, I would be charged a second, or third, initial consultation fee. I finally agreed for a root canal, and he told me to return right after his lunch time to slot me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and googled like a mad woman. Searched for market price here and also all the way back to Malaysia. Hubby insisted an extraction, then I can shop for implant prices. After getting a rough estimation from a good friend in Ipoh, I settled for root canal here. At least over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double sigh.... I am right now grinding that ridiculously expensive enamel, which every now and then still gives me that funny jolt, which denied me from food, and the only thing to eat comfortably so far was baked beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with Aidan finding amazement and amusement, at my expense. He finds the temporary white patch rather peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWINpJaod6I/AAAAAAAACNo/-UH7Ssc6eEc/s1600-h/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWINpJaod6I/AAAAAAAACNo/-UH7Ssc6eEc/s320/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287803913039804322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mama, let me see. Mama, see teeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-4725316292919259362?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/4725316292919259362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=4725316292919259362&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4725316292919259362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/4725316292919259362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-it-gonna-be.html' title='What&apos;s it gonna be?'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/SWINpJaod6I/AAAAAAAACNo/-UH7Ssc6eEc/s72-c/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21186549.post-2602060829740768145</id><published>2009-01-05T23:16:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:56:57.133+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PenganjurHawaDinginI'/><title type='text'>Talk English please</title><content type='html'>New Year has come and gone. And as part of the tradition, I made up some resolutions. One of those is to fix up our place a little. Hubby and I have been discussing, and with him having to start work tomorrow, he made out a list of things for me to either get a quote or buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sealers, sandpaper, washers, I can deal with. But there in the list, there was a '&lt;a href="http://www.reidsupply.com/"&gt;spring plungers&lt;/a&gt;' staring at my face. I was like "Wha..?" How does it look like? Small, like bolts and nuts? Do they come in sizes? Sigh... time for me to chat up the warehouse team member. Sure doesn't sound like it's going to be easy after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21186549-2602060829740768145?l=sweetpeamy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/feeds/2602060829740768145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21186549&amp;postID=2602060829740768145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2602060829740768145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21186549/posts/default/2602060829740768145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2009/01/talk-english-please.html' title='Talk English please'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417135885315635439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_a1uyFj5fkNU/RoyRRrUueZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PRasigbBkqs/s320/aidan_copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
