<?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-36746532</id><updated>2011-07-31T13:51:07.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cass-ino®</title><subtitle type='html'>The Bong Family Update</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-8049592174390157232</id><published>2010-06-17T23:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:59:05.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy is 1 Year Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/TCYi5RiHv7I/AAAAAAAABQY/wX4zps98xDk/s1600/P1010718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487111563351932850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/TCYi5RiHv7I/AAAAAAAABQY/wX4zps98xDk/s320/P1010718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My baby has hit the 1-year mark! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, as I delight in welcoming his growth into toddlerhood, I also miss him as a little baby. Missed those days when he latches on for breastmilk and every milestone he crossed. At 1 year old, this chap can walk (in fact, he started walking at 11 mths), can climb up and down my sofa, can play peek-a-boo with his sister and understands several instructions. Sometimes, he signs too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae is very fond of him but at times when he messed up her belongings, he is sure to be hammered. Sadly, she didn't spare him for being a baby. For the 'torture' he went through, Cowboy has toughened up to be an accommodating and big-hearted little spirit. He loves his sister no less and these 2 can be caught playing rowdily at times. My 1-year old is becoming a good companion for his sister! But hey, I'm seriously not looking forward to the upcoming quarrels and fights though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-8049592174390157232?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/8049592174390157232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=8049592174390157232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8049592174390157232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8049592174390157232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2010/06/cowboy-is-1-year-old.html' title='Cowboy is 1 Year Old!'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/TCYi5RiHv7I/AAAAAAAABQY/wX4zps98xDk/s72-c/P1010718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3120792858217429368</id><published>2010-05-17T23:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:09:05.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Month Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S_ftr6ZxAJI/AAAAAAAABQQ/u8DGOCaAbZs/s1600/P1050147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474105210759610514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S_ftr6ZxAJI/AAAAAAAABQQ/u8DGOCaAbZs/s400/P1050147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been a long absence! So long that I have forgotten that I've got a blog! And now, I'm back with more updates on the Bong Family! First and foremost, our dearest Cowboy turns 11-Month old today and it is also the last month that I can still call him a baby. This soon-to-be 1 year old chap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;has achieved several milestones and he is now able to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wave goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crawl well with belly off the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cruise while holding onto furniture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stand alone for a couple of seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stoops from standing position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Understand no and simple instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Says 'mum mum' (aka food) and calls papa and mama (isn't specific though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss every moment of seeing him grow up these past 11 months but I am also glad that I was with him every moment to witness his first laughter, his first flip and to feed him his first semi-solid. Whenever I see his adorable face, I felt that it was all worth it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3120792858217429368?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3120792858217429368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3120792858217429368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3120792858217429368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3120792858217429368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2010/05/11-month-old.html' title='11 Month Old'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S_ftr6ZxAJI/AAAAAAAABQQ/u8DGOCaAbZs/s72-c/P1050147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-4704709523077213672</id><published>2010-02-09T23:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:22:35.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat is a Boat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Few days ago, Daddy received a phone call request to help to buy a steamboat for an Indonesian relative. Conveniently, we found one suitable set near our house and while Daddy went out to purchase it, Rynae and Mummy had an amusing conversation at home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(At home while Rynae was having dinner)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae: Mummy, where's Daddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mummy: Oh, he went downstairs to buy a steamboat for Ah Hua Gu Gu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae: Is it for Ah Hua Gu Gu to sail from Indonesia to Singapore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It took me a few seconds to digest what she said. Sail to Singapore? I realised later that my girl does not know what is steamboat!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mummy: *Giggling* Girl, steamboat is not a boat. Steamboat is a hot pot you put your food in to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rynae: Then how come you call it steamboat. Does it look like a boat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mummy: Err.. last time it used to have a 'chimney' in the middle that gives out smoke. People thought it looked like a boat that gives out steam so people called it steamboat lor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How innocent kids can be. Why do I presume that she knows what steamboat is? Anyway, I hoped my explaination was correct. Thinking about it, isn't steamboat called 火锅 in Chinese? Shouldn't the correct translation be Fire Pot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-4704709523077213672?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/4704709523077213672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=4704709523077213672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4704709523077213672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4704709523077213672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2010/02/steamboat-is-boat.html' title='Steamboat is a Boat?'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-6075771381517316328</id><published>2010-02-05T00:07:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:56:15.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LNY Bazaar at Bishan</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434422227627354002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2ryOSU3J5I/AAAAAAAABPQ/hF5ixQOGJKI/s400/P1030514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2ryX6L3yeI/AAAAAAAABPY/ouIZS5uXQcY/s1600-h/P1030502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434422392945887714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2ryX6L3yeI/AAAAAAAABPY/ouIZS5uXQcY/s400/P1030502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heard about a LNY bazaar in Bishan? We did and went. It was touted as a mega Chinese New Year bazaar with 600 over stalls spanning an area that is even bigger than Chinatown! Of course we checked it out since it is closer proximity for us than Chinatown too. But... it was such a let down. Tenant take up rate was so bad that half the event space was left empty. The marquee, the stalls set up and the items on sale made it so Pasar Malam! What a BIG let down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae was fascinated by the 'theme park' and we allowed her to play on the bouncy castles, kiddy car ride and electronically charged motor bike. We headed home after that. There's really nothing much to see there already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-6075771381517316328?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/6075771381517316328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=6075771381517316328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6075771381517316328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6075771381517316328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2010/02/lny-bazaar-at-bishan.html' title='LNY Bazaar at Bishan'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2ryOSU3J5I/AAAAAAAABPQ/hF5ixQOGJKI/s72-c/P1030514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-6810248581777022520</id><published>2010-01-29T22:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:23:49.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday, Rynae!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2U4sygwSBI/AAAAAAAABPI/f9H4TMenRj8/s1600-h/P1030409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432810867616925714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2U4sygwSBI/AAAAAAAABPI/f9H4TMenRj8/s400/P1030409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This year, Rynae's birthday fell on a school day hence Mummy asked if she wanted to give out goodies bags to her classmates. There was a period of time when she was paranoid about growing up, getting old and dropping teeth (long story) so by acknowledging her birthday, I hope she can overcome her fears. She said she wanted and I acceded her request by fully sponsoring the 26 goodies bags. I asked her what she wanted to put inside them and I'll get all sorts of (funny) ideas. In the end, we settled with some tidbits, some sweets, a balloon and a party blower in each bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you remember, she gave out goodies bags in pre-nursery 2 years ago but those were prepared by me. Now that she is old enough, I got her involved in packing them. This will give her more ownership and pride. It delighted me to know that she had a great time sharing the gifts with her friends at school and getting blissful birthday wishes. Happy birthday my darling! Stay out of trouble and be an obedient girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-6810248581777022520?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/6810248581777022520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=6810248581777022520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6810248581777022520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6810248581777022520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-5th-birthday-rynae.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday, Rynae!'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2U4sygwSBI/AAAAAAAABPI/f9H4TMenRj8/s72-c/P1030409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-5774231759589463857</id><published>2010-01-28T16:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:30:50.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Author</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432566994221725650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2Ra5fUY99I/AAAAAAAABOw/gBEgKXh1b-Q/s400/P1010303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432567134481718178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2RbBp0-m6I/AAAAAAAABO4/WgJUdgqQBfY/s400/P1010304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2RbMY_jeQI/AAAAAAAABPA/XX-kFQgeyu4/s1600-h/P1010305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432567318941235458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2RbMY_jeQI/AAAAAAAABPA/XX-kFQgeyu4/s400/P1010305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes when Rynae is bored, she'll find her own programme. This time, she got into the mood of being an author, an illustrator and a publisher. This is her very first book and I'm gonna keep it as memento. The title of the story is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Going to the Movie' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(If you noticed, the title was corrected after the story took a twist.. aka side-track). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's the storyline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lilly. She went to the movie. One day she reached the movie. There was an empty seat so Lilly sat on the seat. Soon Lilly said 'What is that?' Soon a thunder came. Soon it was raining. So luckily Lilly brought and umbrella and got home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;~The End~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Believe it or not? I am giggling as I am typing out the storyline now. It's such a child-like story! But, I love it! I love the innocence of the storyline but the maturity behind the idea. Our friend scripted it herself and she merely asked for my help when she didn't know how to spell some words. I am so proud of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-5774231759589463857?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/5774231759589463857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=5774231759589463857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5774231759589463857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5774231759589463857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2010/01/young-author.html' title='Young Author'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2Ra5fUY99I/AAAAAAAABOw/gBEgKXh1b-Q/s72-c/P1010303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-5123804509371014982</id><published>2010-01-27T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:08:02.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly My Kite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2AAhFgmrXI/AAAAAAAABOo/ytKr5-rP824/s1600-h/P1030072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431341719023431026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2AAhFgmrXI/AAAAAAAABOo/ytKr5-rP824/s400/P1030072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daddy loves to bring Rynae kite flying when the weather permits. She will play the part of an assistant and be given the responsibility to keep the kite soaring high after Daddy brings it up into the air. We're lucky we've got a vast land nearby for this activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-5123804509371014982?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/5123804509371014982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=5123804509371014982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5123804509371014982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5123804509371014982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2010/01/fly-my-kite.html' title='Fly My Kite'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S2AAhFgmrXI/AAAAAAAABOo/ytKr5-rP824/s72-c/P1030072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-5084801551079528077</id><published>2010-01-27T16:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:58:42.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Month Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S1_4qL5nRPI/AAAAAAAABOg/lhgDbepJO2Q/s1600-h/P1020930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431333079264740594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S1_4qL5nRPI/AAAAAAAABOg/lhgDbepJO2Q/s400/P1020930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I cannot believe how time flies. It's been exactly a month since my last post and I bet you must be yearning for my update. Cowboy is 7+ month old now and is an active, cheery and easy-going individual. He is off breast milk now and am now fully formula fed. This chap doesn't like plain rice cereal hence Mummy mixes baby pureed food into the rice cereal to boost its flavour. What a gourmet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As for physical milestone, he is able to sit but unstable. It is so amusing to see him commando crawling now. And you know what? This is the most rewarding and satisfying moment of being a SAHM because you get to see your child's milestone at every step of their growth. You get to prepare their meals and you get to nurse them back to health if they fall sick. You felt so important when you know that 2 lives are so dependant on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was a FTWM after I gave birth to Rynae and I felt that I missed out a lot. Yes! I'm enjoying every moment bringing up and spending time with Cowboy and Rynae now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-5084801551079528077?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/5084801551079528077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=5084801551079528077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5084801551079528077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5084801551079528077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2010/01/7-month-old.html' title='7 Month Old'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/S1_4qL5nRPI/AAAAAAAABOg/lhgDbepJO2Q/s72-c/P1020930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-1170743593021140356</id><published>2009-12-27T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:47:57.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rynae's New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SzcQbLZXNVI/AAAAAAAABOY/U16F2zyMrPs/s1600-h/_1020166A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419818735665362258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SzcQbLZXNVI/AAAAAAAABOY/U16F2zyMrPs/s400/_1020166A.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We collected Rynae's glasses yesterday and had a difficult time conning her to put them on. She will carry this new look from now. I kinda like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-1170743593021140356?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/1170743593021140356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=1170743593021140356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1170743593021140356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1170743593021140356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/12/rynaes-new-look.html' title='Rynae&apos;s New Look'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SzcQbLZXNVI/AAAAAAAABOY/U16F2zyMrPs/s72-c/_1020166A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2186929978803234789</id><published>2009-12-24T22:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:56:02.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diapers Pressies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SzYxlrVJwbI/AAAAAAAABOQ/RDKAnf1T994/s1600-h/P1020072A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419573724943335858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SzYxlrVJwbI/AAAAAAAABOQ/RDKAnf1T994/s400/P1020072A.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The picture you see above is not taken in a warehouse. It is my home, turned temporary storeroom for a bulk purchase order of diapers from ibaby.com.sg. I am attracted to their cheap selling price. Furthurmore, the diapers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can also be delivered to your doorstep with a $6 delivery fee top up. Saves a lot of enery to lug them back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I shared the lobang and delivery fee with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one of my neighbours and one of my sisters so each of us just need to pay $2 delivery fee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;These loots were delivered to me on X'mas Eve and with no other free area to hold them, I had them sit in a corner, beside my X'mas tree. Gee... such large pressies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2186929978803234789?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2186929978803234789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2186929978803234789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2186929978803234789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2186929978803234789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/12/diapers-pressies.html' title='Diapers Pressies?'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SzYxlrVJwbI/AAAAAAAABOQ/RDKAnf1T994/s72-c/P1020072A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-1563851431025870081</id><published>2009-12-17T16:17:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:16:33.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Taste Of Cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417984040633348498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SzCLx3yvsZI/AAAAAAAABNw/X4ZvciEMIck/s320/P1010120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417984228564038754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SzCL8z46dGI/AAAAAAAABN4/dfMSADtWsds/s320/P1010122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417984900103840770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SzCMj5kepAI/AAAAAAAABOA/FWdIY7llp7Q/s320/P1010123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417985123555613010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SzCMw5_iGVI/AAAAAAAABOI/4twuKjU8DLo/s320/P1010137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I couldn't believe that half a year is gone in a puff. My boy turns 6 months old today! And.. it's also the ripe time to start him on semi-solid. Nah... he didn't quite like it but managed to finish most of his feed (because I thrust it down his throat!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-1563851431025870081?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/1563851431025870081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=1563851431025870081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1563851431025870081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1563851431025870081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-taste-of-cereal.html' title='My First Taste Of Cereal'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SzCLx3yvsZI/AAAAAAAABNw/X4ZvciEMIck/s72-c/P1010120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-5463364387977264193</id><published>2009-12-15T15:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:13:58.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Night In Rasa Sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415832775068133122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SyjnNvDapwI/AAAAAAAABNY/MyGlCmFt4jU/s400/P1010937A.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coca Cola - The enery drink for swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415832378893319730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Syjm2rL-vjI/AAAAAAAABNQ/c6TYmBBcSCE/s400/P1010800A.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415832901170280786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SyjnVE0guVI/AAAAAAAABNg/NU39KIr2k7Q/s400/P1010884A.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoying his complimentary morning breakfast buffet. Made such a mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415833199116206178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SyjnmawWwGI/AAAAAAAABNo/9UZr66jNCsY/s400/P1010939A.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our hunk, basking in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la la, la la la la... This is what I hear everywhere I go now. The spirit of the season is strong and infectious and everyone's in holiday mood, planning how and where to spend the last days of the year. Even my sisters and parents have gone down under to Perth to greet the kangaroos and do up their christmas shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It is such a hassle to go travelling with a baby hence we chose to take up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a 1 night stay at Rasa Sentosa special staff discount in Daddy's company. We brought Rynae there when she was about 2 years old and we're gonna revisit that place again. Asked if she remembered the trip, our friend could hardly recall anything as she was still too young then. Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;memory bank started maturing only when she was 3 years old.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Older now, she enjoyed her stay more than when she was just a tot. She wanna get involved in finding the hotel room, wanna insert the room key, wanna soak in bath tub and had many more requests. This trip was planned with her in mind and we had a good family bonding time together. We are sure to be back next time they have such promotion again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-5463364387977264193?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/5463364387977264193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=5463364387977264193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5463364387977264193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5463364387977264193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-night-in-rasa-sentosa.html' title='1 Night In Rasa Sentosa'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SyjnNvDapwI/AAAAAAAABNY/MyGlCmFt4jU/s72-c/P1010937A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-1212472540832321877</id><published>2009-12-10T22:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:47:57.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-Eyed Gal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SyEN5_EO1zI/AAAAAAAABMo/rGLywJCCLLA/s1600-h/P1010093.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413623516908934962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SyEN5_EO1zI/AAAAAAAABMo/rGLywJCCLLA/s400/P1010093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the verdict is out - Rynae would need to wear spectacles. I'm not surprised actually because I knew that something is gonna be wrong with her eyes when she rubs and squints them often while watching TV, complains of eye pain and headache frequently. If you remember, I did bring her for an eye check up in March this year but because she was uncooperative, we couldn't find out how serious her condition was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I finally had her redo her vision test at a polyclinic on Tuesday. Her score was terrible - 6/18 and she was referred to KKH immediately. It was also my intention to route via a polyclinic so that we could enjoy a subsidised rate at KKH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After a detailed assessment, she was not short-sighted but had rather high astigmatism - 275 for left eye and 175 for the right. Worst of all, she had minor amblyopia, commonly known as lazy eye. The cause of it was due to the long period of poor vision hence the brain has not been working hard to process the image received from the weak eye. Our friend has to be put on glasses so as to stimulate the brain to process normal sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I cannot imagine an active young lass like her wearing glasses. Comical or studious? I look forward to see the look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-1212472540832321877?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/1212472540832321877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=1212472540832321877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1212472540832321877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1212472540832321877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-eyed-gal.html' title='4-Eyed Gal'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SyEN5_EO1zI/AAAAAAAABMo/rGLywJCCLLA/s72-c/P1010093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-1656088100692594416</id><published>2009-12-03T23:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:11:57.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P FIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our whole family went back to indonesia for about 2 weeks recently. It was always with much happiness everytime we make the trip but emotions were different this time. We went back holding back tears in our eyes and with hearts never so heavy before. 14th November - a date that I'll not forget - the date that we lost someone we love and respect - my FIL, my 2 children's fraternal grandfather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It happened like this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We received a call from Indonesia on that fateful day informing us that grandfather collapsed while having lunch but in a moment of frantic, information conveyed weren't clear. We thought he had merely fainted and they were trying to resuscitate him. We were alarmed and stayed by the phone for update, hoping to receive good news. The next call crashed our day. He was gone. We couldn't accept it. My FIL has always held a pink health slip and how could someone so healthy given his age be gone in a puff? In deep sorrow, we packed our lugguages and rushed for the night ferry back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My FIL was a man with a big heart and was the easiest-going and contented old man I've known. He was happy as long as his love ones are. We could not accept his departure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is with deep, fond memories of him that I'm writing this blog. R.I.P FIL. You'll always be in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-1656088100692594416?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/1656088100692594416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=1656088100692594416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1656088100692594416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1656088100692594416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip-fil.html' title='R.I.P FIL'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-6029933866684233834</id><published>2009-11-06T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:10:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SvvIhfqSEGI/AAAAAAAABLo/ZHV3ON-cfe4/s1600-h/P1010049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403132655721123938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SvvIhfqSEGI/AAAAAAAABLo/ZHV3ON-cfe4/s400/P1010049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Together with 3 other neighbour mummies, we signed our kids up for art class every Friday evening at a nearby community centre. With company of friends, Rynae enjoyed her lessons more. She was taught how to draw penguins in the first lesson. She did fairly well and her drawings were visibly more distinct than her peers. Well done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-6029933866684233834?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/6029933866684233834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=6029933866684233834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6029933866684233834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6029933866684233834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-class.html' title='Art Class'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SvvIhfqSEGI/AAAAAAAABLo/ZHV3ON-cfe4/s72-c/P1010049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-6561638558646535726</id><published>2009-11-05T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:29:27.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting On Pebbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SvvFqM4J0-I/AAAAAAAABLg/V8aIAKOEIvo/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403129506762970082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SvvFqM4J0-I/AAAAAAAABLg/V8aIAKOEIvo/s400/P1010043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mummy used to do a lot of crafts and activities with Rynae but after the arrival of little brother, it was difficult to find decent free time to spend with her. She has school in the morning and her afternoon nap time coincides with Raynen hence while she's awake, so is he. Evening is the only possible period for me to interact with her but guilty speaking, I was hooked to Starhub channel 55's Moonlight Resonance for the past 2 months. Damn. That's the addiction of drama series! I was contented to wrap up the TVB big hit after watching the finale yesterday night. I forbid myself to catch on another drama and I'm gonna use this free time to do something productive - not on facebook but to spend quality time with Rynae. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I told her that we're going to do some painting on pebbles, she was elated. She got so excited that she couldn't even wait for me to set up the things! I picked up a pebble and painted too. After a long day of nagging and chiding, it felt totally different doing crafts with her. We were both relaxed and at ease and she ranted about everything that came to her mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I noticed that she has a better concept of colour usage now. Previously, her paintings were always a whirlpool of colours but now, white is white, red is red and black is black. Her only complain was that the pebbles were too small for her to paint anything explicitly. Well, I couldn't agree more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-6561638558646535726?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/6561638558646535726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=6561638558646535726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6561638558646535726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6561638558646535726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/11/painting-on-pebbles.html' title='Painting On Pebbles'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SvvFqM4J0-I/AAAAAAAABLg/V8aIAKOEIvo/s72-c/P1010043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-5701248540117414455</id><published>2009-11-04T23:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:00:45.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock and Roll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SvGcgfBfctI/AAAAAAAABLY/RIjUma9xxd0/s1600-h/P1000624.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400269510091436754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SvGcgfBfctI/AAAAAAAABLY/RIjUma9xxd0/s400/P1000624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah.. It's another milestone. My boy can roll over now! In fact, his first successful attempt was when he was 3 months and 3 weeks old but I wasn't sure if I should record it down as I suspect it could be a moment of sheer luck. To be fair and accurate, I recorded his achievement at 4 months and 4 days old. Like any other babies, he couldn't lie still on his back from then onwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mummy wasn't quite enthusiastic about his new found capability because changing his diaper and minding him has become a challenge. I used to dump him on the sofa while I run errands around the house but this form of convenience will cease to happen again. My boy is an acrobat who has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fallen once from my bed and once from the sarong (Negligence parenting. Haha). Thank god his falls were blessed with no injury. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-5701248540117414455?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/5701248540117414455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=5701248540117414455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5701248540117414455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5701248540117414455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/11/rock-and-roll.html' title='Rock and Roll!'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SvGcgfBfctI/AAAAAAAABLY/RIjUma9xxd0/s72-c/P1000624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3862288396343178446</id><published>2009-10-17T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:36:11.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SuHM8r4h5xI/AAAAAAAABLQ/-dnd0j7S7J0/s1600-h/4+Months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395819171510609682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SuHM8r4h5xI/AAAAAAAABLQ/-dnd0j7S7J0/s400/4+Months.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3862288396343178446?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3862288396343178446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3862288396343178446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3862288396343178446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3862288396343178446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-months-old.html' title='4 Months Old'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SuHM8r4h5xI/AAAAAAAABLQ/-dnd0j7S7J0/s72-c/4+Months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-682461440483242949</id><published>2009-10-10T21:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:52:29.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review On DVD - World of English Vol.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SthnCQnut1I/AAAAAAAABKY/-vNH2XrfcyM/s1600-h/P1000985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393173842295174994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SthnCQnut1I/AAAAAAAABKY/-vNH2XrfcyM/s400/P1000985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I like to pop into Popular bookshop whenever I pass by any because there're always new preschool activity books. One day when I was checking the shelves, I inadvertently found one new DVD title - World of English. The cover's simple and straight forward enough - teach beginners verbs, nouns, adjectives and antonyms and that's what I would like Rynae to learn next. However, I hesitated about buying it because it was priced at $19.90. I'm also doubtful about its content. Couldn't possibly rely on packaging ya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went home and googled it but there were no relevant search results. The closest result was a DVD bulk purchase exercise organised in SMH. I read from there that the content is animated and I could buy it at just $15.50! Of course I grabbed a copy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rynae is a TV addict and was so excited that she has a new DVD to watch. Ask for my review on it and I'll say it's a pretty good buy. Besides a shortcoming on the flat and back-dated illustration style, language used is simple and teaching approach is soft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-682461440483242949?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/682461440483242949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=682461440483242949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/682461440483242949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/682461440483242949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/10/review-on-dvd-world-of-english-vol1.html' title='Review On DVD - World of English Vol.1'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SthnCQnut1I/AAAAAAAABKY/-vNH2XrfcyM/s72-c/P1000985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-4875822801192880738</id><published>2009-10-09T17:19:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:08:28.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow Boy's First Trip To Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae's been requesting like a broken record to go to the zoo and we felt that it's time to visit that place before our Friends of the Zoo membership expires in November. Anyway, the &lt;a href="http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/05/vesak-day-holiday.html"&gt;last time&lt;/a&gt; I brought her there was when I was heavily pregnant with Raynen, and that was already 5 months ago! Gosh. Our membership is so under-utilised! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We wanna hit a weekday hence Daddy's gonna take leave. Last Sunday, we checked NEA's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;weather forcast for the next 3 days' weather outlook - Mon to Wed morning showers with thunder. Well, no choice, gota postpone. HOWEVER, there weren't a single drop of rain for that 3 days! Mummy was miffed. Who needs a forecast if it has such low accuracy? Next check - Thur to Sat morning showers with thunder too. Heck. Friday it shall be. And guess what? It was bright and sunny on that day. Now.. I'll never believe NEA's weather forecast again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As it was a weekday, there was no crowd at the zoo. It felt so touristy with the presence of many &lt;em&gt;ang mos&lt;/em&gt; and hybrid expatriats. After paying insincere visits to some of the animals there, we headed right for the main attraction - the Rainforest Kidzworld. My lass had a whale of a time there. As for Raynen, he is still too young to enjoy the outing... for now..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390871260933266354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/StA42YnKG7I/AAAAAAAABKQ/N9GIBfVwoh8/s400/P1080589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The happiest person in this excursion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390870853664970386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/StA4era1FpI/AAAAAAAABKI/LLn2pnnkDEk/s400/P1080542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guest of Honour' at Rainforest KidzWorld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-4875822801192880738?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/4875822801192880738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=4875822801192880738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4875822801192880738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4875822801192880738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/10/cow-boys-first-trip-to-zoo.html' title='Cow Boy&apos;s First Trip To Zoo'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/StA42YnKG7I/AAAAAAAABKQ/N9GIBfVwoh8/s72-c/P1080589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-7600107396489971876</id><published>2009-09-27T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:52:10.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Carry Him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sr9ftQGZvqI/AAAAAAAABKA/GWseGHdtrAE/s1600-h/P1000945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386128910378974882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sr9ftQGZvqI/AAAAAAAABKA/GWseGHdtrAE/s400/P1000945.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-7600107396489971876?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/7600107396489971876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=7600107396489971876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7600107396489971876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7600107396489971876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-can-carry-him.html' title='I Can Carry Him!'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sr9ftQGZvqI/AAAAAAAABKA/GWseGHdtrAE/s72-c/P1000945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-941218276544380469</id><published>2009-09-25T16:15:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:39:25.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Month Injection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Srx8owL0d-I/AAAAAAAABJw/cJXUs45YgZk/s1600-h/25092009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385316293999359970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Srx8owL0d-I/AAAAAAAABJw/cJXUs45YgZk/s400/25092009(001).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Mum! Save me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are so many decisions to be made when it comes to matters of children. Before birth, parents have to decide what pram brand to buy, at birth have to choose what formula to give and now after birth have to decide what type of immunisation to give and where. 5in1 or 6in1? GP, PD or polyclinic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae had 6in1 immunisation at a PD hence initially we decided to follow suit for Raynen too, until neighbours and friends advised that there is actually no need to spend that much. Indeed, after a comparision, 6in1 package costs only $326.10 at a Polyclinic while a PD charges $500. On top of that, PD also charges $45 consultation fee for each visit while Polyclinic charges a mere $4.80. With 2 children now and surviving on a single income, we thought we had better be more frugal in our spending thus we opted for Polyclinic. Afterall, their vaccines are all from GSK and there were already so many infants being vaccinated in Polyclinic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We pre-booked an appointment at Polyclinic for Raynen's 3rd month vacination &amp;amp; assessment today. As Polyclinic does not provide vacination for Rotavirus, we hopped over thereafter, to Rynae's PD for first dose of the oral medication. Our little friend was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;force fed the vaccine by the PD and we prayed hard then that he keeps the medicine down. 'Cos it cost $105 ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Recently, Mr Mah Bow Tan announced a possibility to include Pneumococcal as part of the National Childhood Immunisation Programme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;However, there were no details as yet on the implementation timeline. Rynae was immunised with just 1 jab at 2 yrs old and Raynen will definitely be given the jab too. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ccording to the schedule, he would need 4 doses, which means more pain and also more money - $150 to $180 per jab! We have no intention to put him through the pain now hence we hope that by the time he turns 1, there would be news about the implementation details. Looking forward to a subsidised price!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-941218276544380469?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/941218276544380469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=941218276544380469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/941218276544380469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/941218276544380469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/09/3rd-month-injection.html' title='3rd Month Injection'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Srx8owL0d-I/AAAAAAAABJw/cJXUs45YgZk/s72-c/25092009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3869244128747895707</id><published>2009-09-22T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:50:29.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raynen's First Passport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Srzhz26Jd-I/AAAAAAAABJ4/EfWCUcwS8FQ/s1600-h/P1000939A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385427535457253346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Srzhz26Jd-I/AAAAAAAABJ4/EfWCUcwS8FQ/s400/P1000939A.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raynen's passport was ready for collection and we brought him down personally to claim it today. There were many others who were there for the same purpose hence in the end, we waited for over an hour. It would be commendable if they could open a counter to provide speedy passport collection service for infants and children below 2 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With this little red book, Cowboy can now travel cross borders! First destination should be Indonesia. Woohoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3869244128747895707?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3869244128747895707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3869244128747895707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3869244128747895707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3869244128747895707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/09/raynens-passport-was-ready-for.html' title='Raynen&apos;s First Passport'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Srzhz26Jd-I/AAAAAAAABJ4/EfWCUcwS8FQ/s72-c/P1000939A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-946973658856953080</id><published>2009-09-17T14:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:04:24.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SrMm2UtqUDI/AAAAAAAABJo/5yOMCLSFSUU/s1600-h/3+months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382688694352891954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SrMm2UtqUDI/AAAAAAAABJo/5yOMCLSFSUU/s400/3+months.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a bink of an eye, Cow Boy is 3 months old already. He doesn't cry like a newborn now but converses his needs by different whines, shouts and cries. Sometimes, he also gives cues with different facial expressions. At 3 months, he is able to hold his head upright (though at times a little wobbly), is learning to exercise control of his hands and can see further objects and people. This chap is becoming more curious about his environment hence he doesn't like to be carried lying down anymore (unless he needs to be pat to sleep). It is tiresome to carry him for long but I love to hold him because I know that in time to come, he'll be squirming out of my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-946973658856953080?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/946973658856953080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=946973658856953080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/946973658856953080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/946973658856953080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-months-old.html' title='3 Months Old'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SrMm2UtqUDI/AAAAAAAABJo/5yOMCLSFSUU/s72-c/3+months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3811097782881618156</id><published>2009-09-16T20:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:05:34.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Me On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SrJapj0vnqI/AAAAAAAABJg/iLf2zHhrH7I/s1600-h/P1070981A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382464174698765986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SrJapj0vnqI/AAAAAAAABJg/iLf2zHhrH7I/s400/P1070981A.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With a bigger body and more mature muscle, my boy's showing an inclination to learn flipping now. He likes to turn to his right when we place him down. I ordered a sleeping positioner from mmhugz.blogspot.com to prevent him from dropping to the floor from the sofa, like a ripe durian. I guess this will come in more handy when he actually knows how to flip 'cos I need to POSITION him when I change his diaper. I ain't an octupus who can change and dangle an object in his face to keep him still. But hmm... I just wondered how I managed to subdue Rynae then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3811097782881618156?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3811097782881618156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3811097782881618156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3811097782881618156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3811097782881618156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/09/turn-me-on.html' title='Turn Me On!'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SrJapj0vnqI/AAAAAAAABJg/iLf2zHhrH7I/s72-c/P1070981A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3534398936241467434</id><published>2009-09-01T15:35:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:43:31.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Development @ 2 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sp3bRPAh-uI/AAAAAAAABIo/-SGPdXx2Fik/s1600-h/CollageAa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376694619283258082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sp3bRPAh-uI/AAAAAAAABIo/-SGPdXx2Fik/s400/CollageAa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The signature superman pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At 2 months, Cowboy is showing signs of responsiveness. He smiles, chuckles, coos and gurgles at me when I talk to him straight into the face. It is such an amusement too, to see his expression when he listens and watches my mouth movement and get fascinated by how it works. I love to sit him facing me, on my lap and talk non-sensibly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He is also becoming more aware of his environment. He recognises my voice and will show his pleasure by smiling at the sound of my greetings. If something catches his attention, he'll stare and focus at it without blinking eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This chap is also exploring, discovering and learning how to control his hands. Lay him down and you'll find him doing a &lt;em&gt;'superman' &lt;/em&gt;pose - lifting his right hand in the air (Yes, he only lifts his right hand). Sometimes, he'll stare at his right hand and fist, showing the expression of 'what the hell is this'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3534398936241467434?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3534398936241467434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3534398936241467434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3534398936241467434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3534398936241467434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/09/development-2-months.html' title='Development @ 2 Months'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sp3bRPAh-uI/AAAAAAAABIo/-SGPdXx2Fik/s72-c/CollageAa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-5637773892505410363</id><published>2009-08-17T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:44:29.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SolsnMnKlsI/AAAAAAAABHY/wsFCl8NgmUg/s1600-h/2+mths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370943451272222402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SolsnMnKlsI/AAAAAAAABHY/wsFCl8NgmUg/s400/2+mths.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-5637773892505410363?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/5637773892505410363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=5637773892505410363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5637773892505410363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5637773892505410363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/08/turning-2-months-old.html' title='2 Months Old'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SolsnMnKlsI/AAAAAAAABHY/wsFCl8NgmUg/s72-c/2+mths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3234933933720517491</id><published>2009-08-13T13:30:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:12:48.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock-A-Bye-Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SoQTrNgmLmI/AAAAAAAABHQ/4K3DJCGqfOo/s1600-h/P1000734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369438288814157410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SoQTrNgmLmI/AAAAAAAABHQ/4K3DJCGqfOo/s400/P1000734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Using a sarong to carry a baby is not a novelty but in recent years, there's been a popularity in using sarong slings to carry a baby. It not only frees your hands but it looks kinda chic too! Riding on the craze, I bought one, 4 years ago, thinking of using it on Rynae BUT my little tyrant screamed (like I'm stuffing her into the rubbish chute) whenever I tried the sling on her. I gave up eventually and passed down the sling to my sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was not until I saw my neighbour using it on her daughter that I decided to try it again, on Raynen this time. However, slings don't come cheap. One would need to fork out at least S$45 for a brand new one. I attempted ebay and sucessfully won a bid with S$22 on a second hand cotton sateen sarong sling. The owner claimed that she used it once only. The sling came with a sarong user guide CD. It sure is helpful. I played, repeated and rewinded it so many times I lost count. Seeing someone using it seems so easy until I tried it out myself. My poor little guinea pig got squashed, twisted and embarrasingly enough, stuck in my sling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now, I'm proud to announce that I've attained the beginners level in lying down (for newborn) position. I even slinged Raynen to the neighbourhood park with it! Well, practise makes perfect and I'm gonna keep using it until I master it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3234933933720517491?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3234933933720517491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3234933933720517491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3234933933720517491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3234933933720517491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-bye-baby.html' title='Rock-A-Bye-Baby'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SoQTrNgmLmI/AAAAAAAABHQ/4K3DJCGqfOo/s72-c/P1000734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-5585729287729087116</id><published>2009-08-12T21:21:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:24:49.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 44th Birthday Singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369067128804733522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SoLCG2uh8lI/AAAAAAAABHA/3Wfjj7KM18o/s400/P1000711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rise and shine. Bong siblings in their pajamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369067325765469906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SoLCSUdoRtI/AAAAAAAABHI/spWQbdf-cxg/s400/P1000716.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didi&lt;/em&gt; hanging on for dear life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the past 4 years, patriotic Mummy has always dressed Rynae up in red and white on National Day. This year, without fail, I dressed up my 2 kiddos in the 2 symbolic colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I explained the meaning of National Day to Rynae, why wear red and white and told her how old Singapore is. I also taught her how to place her hand when we said the pledge together at 8.22pm. Yeap, I'm gonna teach her to love her country from young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-5585729287729087116?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/5585729287729087116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=5585729287729087116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5585729287729087116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5585729287729087116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-44th-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy 44th Birthday Singapore!'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SoLCG2uh8lI/AAAAAAAABHA/3Wfjj7KM18o/s72-c/P1000711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3823754063524432211</id><published>2009-07-31T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:49:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalised Pacifier Clips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SnWnJO5hBOI/AAAAAAAABGE/b058NGGuD3M/s1600-h/P1000707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365378308141810914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SnWnJO5hBOI/AAAAAAAABGE/b058NGGuD3M/s400/P1000707.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I bought a personalised pacifier clip recently for Raynen from &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Buniquestore.com.&lt;/span&gt; They have personalised clothings, pillow cases and bibs too. Well, I thought it might be over the top to have Raynen's name printed on every belonging so I chose just a simple pacifier clip. Whadaya say? Nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3823754063524432211?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3823754063524432211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3823754063524432211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3823754063524432211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3823754063524432211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/07/personalised-pacifier-clips.html' title='Personalised Pacifier Clips'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SnWnJO5hBOI/AAAAAAAABGE/b058NGGuD3M/s72-c/P1000707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-8114531014724798014</id><published>2009-07-23T22:03:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:44:26.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharp Shooter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at the splat of poo on my wall! I got a rude surprise this morning when I unfastened baby Cow's diapers to change him. A squirt of poo shot out and landed on my wall. I was dumb-founded. There were poo on his buttock, on the mattress, on the crib, on the floor. Everywhere! It was such a mess I didn't know where to start cleaning up. I decided I had to begin with non other than the culprit - Mr Raynen Bong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364439743697152786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SnJRhl4OaxI/AAAAAAAABF8/iEzMbO60_CI/s400/Shit.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crime scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-8114531014724798014?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/8114531014724798014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=8114531014724798014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8114531014724798014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8114531014724798014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/07/sharp-shooter.html' title='Sharp Shooter'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SnJRhl4OaxI/AAAAAAAABF8/iEzMbO60_CI/s72-c/Shit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2310197417040747377</id><published>2009-07-18T22:42:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:15:49.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Full Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To celebrate my &lt;em&gt;release&lt;/em&gt; and Raynen's full month, we held a small scale party at our love nest on 18th June with a warm company of family members, relatives, close friends and some neighbours. Mummy had planned for this day by ordering a set of clothings specially printed, from familymall08.multiply.com. It was a pity I didn't get to take a photo of them dressed in these. Sister ran off to play with cousins and neighbours as soon as she was bathed and brother cranked to be put to bed after milk. Getting their group photo is this hard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364089033363203442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SnESjkEupXI/AAAAAAAABF0/vErQMMnRv-w/s400/P1000674.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To be more appropriate, wordings should actually be &lt;em&gt;'Daddy's little tyrant'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;'Mummy's little urchin'&lt;/em&gt;. kekeke..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363127620241811490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sm2oJ9GZaCI/AAAAAAAABFk/TO_d2JzRaeE/s400/Full+Mth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The spread. Full month cake from Prima Deli, food from &lt;a href="http://www.neogarden.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Neo Garden Catering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and DIY red eggs from my kitchen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363128165767853330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sm2optV8NRI/AAAAAAAABFs/OjLDeSYo6XY/s400/5571_1171396837460_1004177665_30532719_2259476_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The star of the day - Mr Botak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2310197417040747377?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2310197417040747377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2310197417040747377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2310197417040747377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2310197417040747377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrating-full-month.html' title='Celebrating Full Month'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SnESjkEupXI/AAAAAAAABF0/vErQMMnRv-w/s72-c/P1000674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-577087398829730861</id><published>2009-07-17T21:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:39:52.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Month Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SmlUftfs5II/AAAAAAAABFc/9W8UwkAelaY/s1600-h/P1000552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361909735126525058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SmlUftfs5II/AAAAAAAABFc/9W8UwkAelaY/s400/P1000552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is baby Cow's full month and according to Chinese traditions, he had his nails cut and womb hair shaved. I collected his hair into an ang bao to be saved as keepsake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After his haircut, he was bathed in water mixed with pomelo leaves to wash off any unwanted and evil vibes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Daddy calls him botak head now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-577087398829730861?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/577087398829730861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=577087398829730861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/577087398829730861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/577087398829730861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/07/full-month-tradition.html' title='Full Month Tradition'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SmlUftfs5II/AAAAAAAABFc/9W8UwkAelaY/s72-c/P1000552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2801877721256147758</id><published>2009-07-13T11:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:19:20.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending Confinement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm pushing the end of my 1 month confinement and I'm filled with mixed feelings of joy and worrisome. Joy for obvious reasons that I can lead back a normal life - able to bathe (without herbs), able to go out (I'm developing cabin fever!) and able to eat normal food! The first 2 weeks of confinement were the worst days in my life. My scalp was itchy, my skin felt sticky, my episiotomy wound was hurting and my breasts felt so sore with plugged milk ducts! I was literally counting the seconds hoping that time will rocket pass! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then again, now that I'm soon seeing light at the end of the tunnel, I'm also struck with anxiety and fear about the ability and energy to handle 2 kids. At times when I was nursing baby Raynen, Rynae would snuggle up to me to request to &lt;em&gt;spend personal time&lt;/em&gt; with me or to ask me to attend to her. Those were the times I had to decline her requests as I couldn't split myself into 2! Not wanting her to bear a grudge towards her brother or to feel jealous, I'll always ask her for &lt;em&gt;grace period&lt;/em&gt; and will always get back to her after I'm done with baby. She was so used to having my undivided attention these 4+ years so now that I have another little chap to take care of, she'll have to do a bit of adjustment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm finding my air thinner and my time more precious. I reckon I'll be getting much sleep too as I'll have to do the graveyard shift - giving night feeds. Oh... Back to those panda-eyed days again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2801877721256147758?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2801877721256147758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2801877721256147758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2801877721256147758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2801877721256147758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/07/ending-confinement.html' title='Ending Confinement'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-6035173725312852996</id><published>2009-06-26T13:01:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:57:52.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life With 2 Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sk2ri_2kAfI/AAAAAAAABFU/ACLn6mqrcto/s1600-h/P1000445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354124149757575666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sk2ri_2kAfI/AAAAAAAABFU/ACLn6mqrcto/s400/P1000445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honestly, I've not fully immersed myself with life as a mother with 2 children because of the presence of a confinement nanny who faithfully helps me take care of baby Raynen. My mother-in-law is also present to help me see to Rynae's needs and to take care of miscellaneous housework. With 2 able helpers, I took a back seat, relax and recuperate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I do, however, have one important role - to supply potent breast milk to my little urchin. Because of this indispensable task, I'm kept busy either milking myself or nursing my little calf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was a little regretful for not persisting to breast feed Rynae beyond a month thus I am determined to breast feed for as long as I could for this birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm happy that Rynae is taking the arrival of his new baby brother in a good stride. She shows her love by caressing his soft skin and stroking his tiny head when he's drinking milk - an affectionate sight that made me forget all the years of irritations, frustrations and sleepless nights that accompanies motherhood. No words can describe this euphoric feeling. You really have to be a mother to experience it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-6035173725312852996?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/6035173725312852996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=6035173725312852996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6035173725312852996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6035173725312852996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-life-with-2-children.html' title='New Life With 2 Children'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sk2ri_2kAfI/AAAAAAAABFU/ACLn6mqrcto/s72-c/P1000445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3223882673131083468</id><published>2009-06-24T13:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:58:56.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raynen was a strong baby when he was inside me. Whenever he stretch, I felt as though he is going to punch a hole through my tummy and simply get out from there. Because of his incredible strength, I had this intuition that my first sign of labour will be breakage of water bag. But I was wrong. Here's my full labour story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On 16 June after a check up at my gynae's, I was told that I was already 2cm dilated. Panic. How? I'm going to bomb! When I had Rynae, I gave birth the day I was told I was 3cm dilated! I had a discussion with Doctor and we decided to do it calmly since I've no contraction pain and there's sufficient amniotic fluid in my amnion. He suggested that I go back, rest, pack and settle all outstandings and check into Mount Alvernia on 18 June midnight. Ok, set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;However, on 17 June around 5am, I was woken up by &lt;em&gt;'cramps'&lt;/em&gt;. I tried to ignore it but it kept coming back in regular intervals of 5 mins. My instinct told me I was having contractions. I couldn't get back to sleep so I got up to visit the washroom. Gosh! I had show! That's it.. that's it.. I'm into labour! The contractions grew stronger and I woke Daddy up. I had a quick shower, grabbed my bag and rushed off to the hospital. The contractions grew more intense as the minute passed. I could hardly walk when we reached the delivery suit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After an internal examination, nurse told me that I was 4cm dilated. I was asked to clear my bowel while she went off to inform my gynae. I was in pain but I tried not to think about it. Soon, I was straped with fetal heartbeat monitor onto the delivery bed. And not long after, my wrist was poked with a drip to induce my labour. Yikes! More intense pain! Help!!!! I tried not to go against the pain and to concentrate on my breathing. It worked. "It'll be over soon... It's not going to kill me... I'm going to have my baby in my arms soon..." I cheered myself on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Doctor came around 7am. (He was on leave that day and that explains why he didn't suggest to me to give birth on the 17th!) He did a check, broke my water bag and reported, "Ok, Cassandra, you're 5cm dilated. Now, I need you to push." I did and gave it all I can. "Great. 9cm now. Nurses please get ready". They took me by the legs and I was positioned in an &lt;em&gt;'expose-all pose'&lt;/em&gt;. Urgh... in addition to the contraction pains, I felt an immediate urge to pop. It felt like the biggest poo I've ever had! After 2 gigantic pushes, I heard Raynen's thundering wail. My boy was out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He was thrown onto my tummy and my first reaction was to check if he was ok. Thank god he was. I was happy, fulfilled and relieved. 9 months of pregnancy. 9 months of carrying him - all passed in a twinkle of an eye. My tummy suddenly felt empty and I'm beginning to miss his kicks in me.... My family is complete now and we're all looking forward to life with the addition of this new family member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3223882673131083468?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3223882673131083468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3223882673131083468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3223882673131083468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3223882673131083468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/06/labour-of-love.html' title='Labour of Love'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2709842303838607617</id><published>2009-06-22T13:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:02:55.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing WIth Jaundice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sj8b3nSTHbI/AAAAAAAABEE/Eh2SX8SyBSk/s1600-h/sunbathing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350025524591926706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sj8b3nSTHbI/AAAAAAAABEE/Eh2SX8SyBSk/s400/sunbathing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After 3D2N's stay at Mount Alvernia Hospital, Mummy was discharged on Friday but poor baby Raynen had to be warded for jaundice treatment for 2 extra days. It was heart wrenching to see my boy striped, blind-folded and placed under phototherapy. It felt awful coming home without your new born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Luckily, baby Raynen was discharged yesterday after his jaundice was sucessfully brought down to acceptable level. We were told to continue hydrating him and putting him under morning and evening sun. Well, we did this morning as told and here's our precious, sun bathing in his sister's passed-down pram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He looks shiok huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2709842303838607617?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2709842303838607617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2709842303838607617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2709842303838607617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2709842303838607617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/06/dealing-with-jaundice.html' title='Dealing WIth Jaundice'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sj8b3nSTHbI/AAAAAAAABEE/Eh2SX8SyBSk/s72-c/sunbathing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-7370185729613203915</id><published>2009-06-19T15:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:50:31.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby Raynen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SjtBify1jcI/AAAAAAAABD8/IACViB7lCGw/s1600-h/3635161329_7d717b01f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348941043338677698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SjtBify1jcI/AAAAAAAABD8/IACViB7lCGw/s400/3635161329_7d717b01f2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everybody meet Raynen Bong. He was welcomed into this world on 17th June at 7.20am, weighing 3540g. Mummy Cow will post my birth story as soon as I am able to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-7370185729613203915?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/7370185729613203915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=7370185729613203915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7370185729613203915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7370185729613203915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-baby-raynen.html' title='Welcome Baby Raynen'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SjtBify1jcI/AAAAAAAABD8/IACViB7lCGw/s72-c/3635161329_7d717b01f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2378840977673826333</id><published>2009-06-12T21:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:29:13.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Down 2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SjOa1iOeLYI/AAAAAAAABD0/o8wUBERoAYg/s1600-h/P1060894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346787427130158466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SjOa1iOeLYI/AAAAAAAABD0/o8wUBERoAYg/s400/P1060894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone has been telling me that 2nd borns usually will arrive earlier and faster than 1st borns. Rynae was born 3 days before my expected due date hence now that I am into my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;38th week of gestation, I could be expecting Cowboy's arrival anytime! I felt like I am carrying a time bomb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pregnancy is getting uncomfortable during this third trimester. My feet are swollen because of water retention due to my uterus and baby's pressure on my veins. Occassionally, I experience sharp stabbing pain in my groin when I get up from a sitting position. And not forgetting to mention about my bulkiness, clumsiness and edginess. Inspite of all these common discomforts, I am enjoying every moment of my pregnancy - of having Cowboy rolling, poking and stretching inside me. Once he is out, the 'party' is over and I am so gonna miss his company within my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At 38th week, my gynae suggested doing a CTG (cardiotocography) scan for me to check fetal heartbeat and signs of contractions. It was a relieve that Cowboy's heart beat is normal. There were no contractions and neither had I dilated. So off I went to spend another few 'peaceful' days waiting at home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2378840977673826333?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2378840977673826333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2378840977673826333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2378840977673826333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2378840977673826333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/06/count-down-2-weeks.html' title='Count Down 2 Weeks'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SjOa1iOeLYI/AAAAAAAABD0/o8wUBERoAYg/s72-c/P1060894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2859187191160089382</id><published>2009-05-25T23:43:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:47:38.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cord Blood Banking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SivZRKd6EHI/AAAAAAAABDs/VWiQOXX4_6c/s1600-h/P1000172A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344604271696023666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SivZRKd6EHI/AAAAAAAABDs/VWiQOXX4_6c/s400/P1000172A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mentioned in one of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/02/visit-to-babycare-festival-2009.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;earlier entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; that I would do a cord blood banking post once I've gathered enough information. Above is a packshot of Cowboy's cord blood collection kit and obviously, I've decided to bank it privately with Cord Life mainly because it is the only private cord blood bank in Southeast Asia to be &lt;a href="http://www.aabb.org/content"&gt;AABB accredited&lt;/a&gt; (though I heard stemcord is in the process of getting accreditation) and it has friendly and professional sales consultant. Being AABB accredited means that the company has to meet some of the highest standards in the cord blood banking industry and this gives great assurance to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It took me and Daddy a few months to decide if we should fork out money to bank it privately, donate to &lt;a href="http://www.scbb.com.sg/"&gt;Singapore Cord Blood Bank&lt;/a&gt; or to discard it and pray that no misfortune will befall, in view of our family tree's clean bill of health. We just couldn't make up our mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At one point, we were almost decided on donating it to SCBB because there were claims that a person's own cord blood might not be the best source of stem cells for the treatment of many genetic disorders like metabolic diseases and leukaemia. That means, on top of money spent (futilely) banking it privately, we need to spend another bomb buying suitable cells from SCBB for transplants. Now, that sounds silly and totally unwise. As SCBB is a national reserve, so once we've made a donation, my bb's stem cells will belong to SCBB and available for public access, which means it might not be available to us in times of need! Urgh! This is a caught between tough situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My gynae recommended that if we are financially able, we really should consider banking it privately as there could be wider uses of stem cells for treatment of more diseases in the future once there are breakthrough in researches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We procastinated till an advertisement in ST by cordlife came out, offering a HP mini laptop (SP. S$599) upon sign up. Of course, there were strings attached so after much haggling with the sales consultant, we committed a 10-year plan for $3100 (excl GST) using CDA account. It was a $650 direct discount. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We felt relieved and a load off our mind after this decision is made. L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ike many others, there is always a doubtful side of us on the uncertainty of what could happen in the future hence, to keep our mind at ease, we felt we should embark on this biological assurance least we regret in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2859187191160089382?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2859187191160089382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2859187191160089382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2859187191160089382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2859187191160089382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/05/cord-blood-banking.html' title='Cord Blood Banking'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SivZRKd6EHI/AAAAAAAABDs/VWiQOXX4_6c/s72-c/P1000172A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-4832604451491102824</id><published>2009-05-23T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:41:27.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Singapore Flyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Shq6YmD0gMI/AAAAAAAABDk/31VFB-uQI_w/s1600-h/Project00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339785239897342146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Shq6YmD0gMI/AAAAAAAABDk/31VFB-uQI_w/s400/Project00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been a while since we ventured into town with Rynae, so on this wonderful Saturday, our family decided to keep cool in the shopping centres in the bay area. GSS has kicked in but we haven't a shopping list in mind. Daddy suggested visiting Marina Barrage but the walking distance is unimaginable! So, we changed plan to visit the Singapore Flyer instead. Well, not to take a ride but to enjoy the breeze and scenery. It was rather relaxing and our gal loves strolling on the rocks and throwing leaves into the water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-4832604451491102824?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/4832604451491102824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=4832604451491102824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4832604451491102824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4832604451491102824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/05/visit-to-singapore-flyer.html' title='Visit to Singapore Flyer'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Shq6YmD0gMI/AAAAAAAABDk/31VFB-uQI_w/s72-c/Project00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2940303523525687991</id><published>2009-05-18T09:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:08:45.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/ShLJx2WysrI/AAAAAAAABDc/BcPMhvwiMaE/s1600-h/P1000192A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337550366629343922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/ShLJx2WysrI/AAAAAAAABDc/BcPMhvwiMaE/s400/P1000192A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;World no. 1 toddler tennis player (with some kungfu skills)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mummy saw a set of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;toy tennis rackets that came with a rubber ball in Kiddy Palace and grabbed it at a 15% discount. From now onwards, besides bicycle riding in the evening, Rynae can also sweat it out in a game of tennis! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2940303523525687991?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2940303523525687991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2940303523525687991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2940303523525687991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2940303523525687991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/05/tennis-session.html' title='Tennis Session'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/ShLJx2WysrI/AAAAAAAABDc/BcPMhvwiMaE/s72-c/P1000192A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-32505850693120280</id><published>2009-05-11T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:56:04.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vesak Day Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sgkm-Eaw4LI/AAAAAAAABDU/Cfo3Q0jjiCI/s1600-h/P1000159.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334838081376805042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sgkm-Eaw4LI/AAAAAAAABDU/Cfo3Q0jjiCI/s400/P1000159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In lieu of the Saturday Vesak Day PH, school was closed on Monday - a jolly good weekday for an outing to the zoo. It was my first attempt in bringing Rynae to the zoo by myself and I told her to give me her greatest cooperation. And she did! She was well-behaved and I was particularly proud of her when she patiently waited alone for my return when I queued up to buy food at KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We caught the (boring) Elephants of Asia show at 11.30am and thereafter, I forked out $5 for a basket of bananas and carrots for our friend to feed the animals. We took 2 rounds of free ride on the tram before bidding farewell. We truly enjoyed each other's company today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-32505850693120280?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/32505850693120280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=32505850693120280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/32505850693120280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/32505850693120280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/05/vesak-day-holiday.html' title='Vesak Day Holiday'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sgkm-Eaw4LI/AAAAAAAABDU/Cfo3Q0jjiCI/s72-c/P1000159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2443549433871630186</id><published>2009-05-09T09:07:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:58:05.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pail Walkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sgbv7mX2kjI/AAAAAAAABDM/d85mooCmy_E/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334214615858844210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sgbv7mX2kjI/AAAAAAAABDM/d85mooCmy_E/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I came across a website (http://www.kydzedu.com/) sometime ago that claims to be a provider of high quality educational toys and learning resources to schools, preschools and learning facilities throughout Singapore. After looking through their catalogue, I do find some items interesting and therefore dropped them an email to find out about their pricing. Their response and customer service attitude was excellent and that gave me a positive impression of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I hardly trust online product shots, I decided to make a trip to their outlet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The shop was choked with merchandises and there was hardly any walking space. Spotting me looking around aimlessly, the pronto boss came forth to offer help and showed me what I wanted. Thank god I came because some of these items looked so far-fetched from the pictures I saw online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; shortlisted some montessori and some fun time toys, amongst them, a pail walker which I've been wanting to make/get for Rynae. I had this instinct that she'll like it and she really did! Seeing her playing with this walker brings back memory of my childhood cus I used to play with DIY condensed milk tin walkers when I was young too! What a nostalgia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2443549433871630186?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2443549433871630186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2443549433871630186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2443549433871630186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2443549433871630186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/05/pail-walkers.html' title='Pail Walkers'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sgbv7mX2kjI/AAAAAAAABDM/d85mooCmy_E/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-4080656624949696828</id><published>2009-04-25T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:49:13.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Swenson Ice-cream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SfMuS0vqiYI/AAAAAAAABDE/QMFRYsoWFLI/s1600-h/p1000104a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328653685040515458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SfMuS0vqiYI/AAAAAAAABDE/QMFRYsoWFLI/s400/p1000104a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/03/swensens-kids-club.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;FREE Swensen's Kids' Club membership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I applied for about a month ago? We received a letter addressed to Rynae a few days ago and it was her very own membership card! Mummy was still skeptical about the free ice-cream and decided to try redeem one for month of April. Without any questions asked and with much politeness, I was ushered to the counter inside the restaurant to choose my ice-cream flavour. I handed the treat to Rynae who happily start feasting on spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So from now on, we'll pop into Swensen's for our free dessert every month! That's too good to be true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-4080656624949696828?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/4080656624949696828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=4080656624949696828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4080656624949696828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4080656624949696828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-swenson-ice-cream.html' title='Free Swenson Ice-cream!'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SfMuS0vqiYI/AAAAAAAABDE/QMFRYsoWFLI/s72-c/p1000104a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-1642130586524302747</id><published>2009-04-21T23:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:07:32.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpful Decorator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae likes to doodle especially when she feels bored so Mummy makes sure she has ample stationaries that any &lt;em&gt;inspired&lt;/em&gt; artist will have. There're crayons, colour pencils, magic pens, sketch books, note books and blank papers on her writing table, waiting for her pampering. Sometimes, she'll draw abstracts, sometimes she draw things as close as real life (well, almost!). I let her loose with regards to the things she wanna make or draw so as not to restrict creativity and emotional expression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, she wasn't satisfied keeping her work binded in books or chucked away as loose sheets of papers. She wanted to exhibit them! Her excuse? To help me decorate the house. Yeah, thanks for the&lt;em&gt; much-needed&lt;/em&gt; decoration. My living room now looks like a low-budgeted child care centre. I wonder if things are the same in every family with little tods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Below are some art pieces taken from her personal exhibition. Bidding starts from S$50 each. All keepings will go towards Rynae Bong's educational fund. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327173113068550738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Se3ruMV2elI/AAAAAAAABCk/DmpGIfGYJVA/s400/P1000079.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327173240884409954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Se3r1ofhtmI/AAAAAAAABCs/R_R-Sj-hvQ8/s400/P1000080.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327176638347510818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Se3u7ZB2hCI/AAAAAAAABC8/33f_nozrGY8/s400/P1000082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-1642130586524302747?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/1642130586524302747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=1642130586524302747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1642130586524302747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1642130586524302747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/04/helpful-decorator.html' title='Helpful Decorator'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Se3ruMV2elI/AAAAAAAABCk/DmpGIfGYJVA/s72-c/P1000079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3854513943885770946</id><published>2009-04-19T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:27:23.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat The Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SetBiOpoLQI/AAAAAAAABCc/GE2c1E7BiOA/s1600-h/P1000077.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326423040599796994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SetBiOpoLQI/AAAAAAAABCc/GE2c1E7BiOA/s400/P1000077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's up with the weather these few days? The heat is unbearable! Mummy had wanted to bring Rynae out for a weekend shopping spree but the heat was such a deterrent. We dilly-dallied till half a day was gone before deciding to bring our gal for a dip in the pool instead. Excellent choice to beat the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3854513943885770946?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3854513943885770946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3854513943885770946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3854513943885770946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3854513943885770946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/04/beat-heat.html' title='Beat The Heat'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SetBiOpoLQI/AAAAAAAABCc/GE2c1E7BiOA/s72-c/P1000077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-1443905546156695884</id><published>2009-04-11T17:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:29:02.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 Weeks Antenatal Check-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SeH_88PLQrI/AAAAAAAABCU/heAfFaTF5lU/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323817656955650738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SeH_88PLQrI/AAAAAAAABCU/heAfFaTF5lU/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a twinkle of an eye, Cowboy is now 29 weeks weighing in at 1.35kg. I haven't a nice ultrasound scan of him to share because he was in the downward position, facing my spine. I did however, see a 3D picture of him during last month's antenatal check up. The chap was happily sucking his fist then! I regretted not asking my gynae to print out that picture because I reckon I'll get a good 3D shot of him from now onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So far, we've brought Rynae to every antenatal check-up to keep her involved in the waiting process and also kept aware of her &lt;em&gt;akan datang&lt;/em&gt; new sibling. I try to &lt;em&gt;pre-empt&lt;/em&gt; her where matters of his arrival is concerned. She's well aware that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;didi's&lt;/em&gt; coming out in June and I would be giving birth in a hospital and that I would not be able to step out of the house during my confinement, which means I cannot bring her to school then. Goodness gracious me. It was a good intention gone bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She became hysterical when she heard that I cannot bring her to school! For some unknowing reason, she has been fearful of speaking up to her teacher that she doesn't need the school toilet as she has gone to the toilet at home. In order to make her attend school, I made a pact with her that I will help her to tell her teacher EVERYTIME. Even till today, she never forgets to remind me (like a broken record) to tell her teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hence, when I told her I couldn't do this for 1 whole month, her tiny world seem to come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;crushing down and she became insecure, disturbed and depressed. She begged not to be sent to school during my confinement! It occured to me that it would be the school holidays then so as a matter-of-fact, I told her she really doesn't need to attend school then! It took me a few days to repair the mayhem. My! I should have been more tactful... and less truthful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After that episode, I made an effort not to highlight the negativity and disturbance of our lives after Cowboy's arrival. Instead, we joked about letting him wear her passed-down dresses, playing with her used toys and sleeping in her yesteryears' baby cot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am glad to know that she loves her baby brother afterall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-1443905546156695884?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/1443905546156695884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=1443905546156695884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1443905546156695884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1443905546156695884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/04/29-weeks-antenatal-check-up.html' title='29 Weeks Antenatal Check-Up'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SeH_88PLQrI/AAAAAAAABCU/heAfFaTF5lU/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-7539446467309658081</id><published>2009-04-10T23:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:53:15.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday @ Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is Good Friday today - a public holiday. How should we spend it? We decided at the eleventh hour to visit the Singapore Zoo. Somehow expected, there was a hugh holiday crowd at the zoo entrance. We're in for the big squeeze! This is our 3rd visit this year and zoo's getting a little bored for Dad and Mum. The only and forever excited person is... Rynae. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We took a different route to visit the kangaroos in Australian Outback. Coincidentally and unknowingly, we ran into their kangaroo feeding time. Our friend requested to feed the pouched animals so Mummy paid $5 for a cup of animal feed. The zookeeper showed us the correct way to feed them - pour the feed onto our palms for the animals to pick up. We did as told and poured some onto Rynae's tiny palm. But god knows what.. the kangaroos were salivating all over her hand when they ate! Mum knew trouble's brewing because Rynae hates getting her hands dirty! Next moment I knew, I heard her screaming and calling it quit. Daddy had to come in and finish up the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A usual pitstop in the zoo is the Kidzworld but remember Rynae's cousin's fall there? It cuts such a deep impression in her that she refused to step into the pool. We allowed her to ride the carousel instead. Weather that day was unbearably hot so we made an exit soon after lunch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323460571307024850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SeC7L0iNodI/AAAAAAAABCE/lSvNKOYKiH4/s400/P1060147.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323461084251237458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SeC7prZpLFI/AAAAAAAABCM/mmJutR7OZRw/s400/P1060176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-7539446467309658081?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/7539446467309658081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=7539446467309658081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7539446467309658081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7539446467309658081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-zoo.html' title='Good Friday @ Zoo'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SeC7L0iNodI/AAAAAAAABCE/lSvNKOYKiH4/s72-c/P1060147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-1475407916438490944</id><published>2009-04-09T15:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:57:32.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Easter Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Easter's round the corner and Mummy has emptied 6 egg shells for Rynae to paint. Honestly, I've been too lazy to do much paintings with her recently thus my gal was exceptionally excited when I proposed egg painting activity to her. I participated as I wanna try decorating one myself but while I'm waiting for my white base coat to dry, Rynae grabbed it and &lt;em&gt;kindly&lt;/em&gt; offered to help me finish it up. I couldn't stop her in time and my egg was smeared with thick, green paints. Urgh... thanks men... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322719649864969282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sd4ZUhExbEI/AAAAAAAABBs/HAx6LrGBOV0/s400/P1000051A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our precious Easter Eggs. Looks nice from afar, not close.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322720123395308066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sd4ZwFHM-iI/AAAAAAAABB0/V6vWmw5E7a0/s400/P1000037A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Want me to paint your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322720410963913266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sd4aA0Y5qjI/AAAAAAAABB8/MhuEp8oqL18/s400/P1000044A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm done with the eggs. Next are my hands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-1475407916438490944?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/1475407916438490944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=1475407916438490944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1475407916438490944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1475407916438490944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/04/painting-easter-eggs.html' title='Painting Easter Eggs'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sd4ZUhExbEI/AAAAAAAABBs/HAx6LrGBOV0/s72-c/P1000051A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3799607639524676464</id><published>2009-04-07T22:50:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:46:25.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Rider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sdtviv6xZTI/AAAAAAAABBk/489DQZpsN1A/s1600-h/P1000025A.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321970027437581618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sdtviv6xZTI/AAAAAAAABBk/489DQZpsN1A/s400/P1000025A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daddy came home with yet another surprise today - a bike for Rynae! He's been contemplating about getting a bike for various safety reasons but he has finally made a decision! Our friend was over the top and wanted to &lt;em&gt;test drive&lt;/em&gt; the moment she saw it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Mummy, you see, I can stand up and paddle!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Mummy, is xx around? I wanna show him my new bike!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Can you see, I know how to use the brake!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Having a bicycle at this age somehow boosts kids' ego and make them feel BIG on achievement... that they've grown up and am no longer paddling kiddy tricycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With her new mode of transport, Rynae generously volunteered to give her tricycle to her baby brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3799607639524676464?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3799607639524676464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3799607639524676464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3799607639524676464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3799607639524676464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/04/speed-rider.html' title='Speed Rider'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sdtviv6xZTI/AAAAAAAABBk/489DQZpsN1A/s72-c/P1000025A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-4312883861937702953</id><published>2009-04-06T23:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:08:40.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SdomSeNLiZI/AAAAAAAABBc/kwYG00n35OI/s1600-h/b179305-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321608008479508882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SdomSeNLiZI/AAAAAAAABBc/kwYG00n35OI/s400/b179305-500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mummy got a wonderful surprise from Daddy yesterday when he came home with a gift - a brand new Panasonic DMC-FS6! It has been months since Mummy's digicam died on her and it felt so handicapped without a camera of my own! I didn't want Daddy to spend a bomb and neither do I want a super complicated, multi-functioned camera, so this one suits me just fine. Hurray! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I harassed (who else?) Rynae to be my model while I try to get myself familiarised with my new found toy. Tell ya... she wasn't the least pleased! *Grinning*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-4312883861937702953?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/4312883861937702953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=4312883861937702953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4312883861937702953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4312883861937702953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-camera.html' title='My New Camera'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SdomSeNLiZI/AAAAAAAABBc/kwYG00n35OI/s72-c/b179305-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-7181662144524914333</id><published>2009-04-01T22:48:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:50:18.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uniqlo's Opening in 8 days' time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SdODkcqP58I/AAAAAAAABBU/VOwKKg9j4UA/s1600-h/Uniqlo_new_%2528English%2529.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319740247046612930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SdODkcqP58I/AAAAAAAABBU/VOwKKg9j4UA/s400/Uniqlo_new_%2528English%2529.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have this habit to open a few tabs while waiting for my web pages to load. This evening, I decided to google for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uniqlo.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uniqlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; just to browse through their catalogue but I got a pleasant surprise. Uniqlo is opening its first Singapore and Southeast Asia store in Tampines on 9th April! It's just 8 days' away! Second store here is due to open soon in Ion Orchard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've never stepped into a Uniqlo boutique but this brand is so familiar to me. Uncle Leslie has given Rynae some clothes from Uniqlo Hong Kong before and when Aunt Caryn was in Japan last year, she has also bought some Uniqlo stuffs for me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The product catalogue in the Singapore website was limited. There weren't even any childrens' clothes! Anyway, it's ok. I'll try to find some time before I &lt;em&gt;bomb&lt;/em&gt; to pay the new shopping centre a visit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-7181662144524914333?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/7181662144524914333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=7181662144524914333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7181662144524914333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7181662144524914333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/04/uniqlos-opening-in-8-days-time.html' title='Uniqlo&apos;s Opening in 8 days&apos; time!'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SdODkcqP58I/AAAAAAAABBU/VOwKKg9j4UA/s72-c/Uniqlo_new_%2528English%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2716406571171355449</id><published>2009-03-27T15:08:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:39:13.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swensen's Kids' Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Scx732nBdmI/AAAAAAAABBM/wvGqk1EYcR8/s1600-h/ApplicationForm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317761459499923042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Scx732nBdmI/AAAAAAAABBM/wvGqk1EYcR8/s400/ApplicationForm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I received an email on a promotion that Swensens is running and was doubtful about its authenticity. Sign up before 31 March and upon approval, she/he can redeem free ice cream sundae every month till she/he reaches 12 yrs old! Hmm.. sounds too good to be true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; checked out their corporate website and it stated that an applicant needs to send in the form together with receipts totalling not less than S$80. Not FREE as stated in the email I've received!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last thing I want is to fall prey to such hoax so I sent an email to ABR Holdings Pte Ltd to verify. It took them 1 working day to get back to me with a reply. And yes! The application is free! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Should I apply? Most probably yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2716406571171355449?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2716406571171355449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2716406571171355449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2716406571171355449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2716406571171355449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/03/swensens-kids-club.html' title='Swensen&apos;s Kids&apos; Club'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Scx732nBdmI/AAAAAAAABBM/wvGqk1EYcR8/s72-c/ApplicationForm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2667693216567861933</id><published>2009-03-22T22:41:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:05:05.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Holiday Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before the school holiday, I've thought of a list of things and places to go with her... like the zoo, the swimming pool, Singapore Discovery Centre etc. While still mobile and &lt;em&gt;hands-free&lt;/em&gt;, I'd like to spend as much personal time with her as possible. But alas! Rynae went down with a persistent cough and running nose that last the whole school holiday! The weather for that week was also temperamental with unbearable sunshine one moment and rainfall the next. Daddy took 2 days' leave and while on medication, we brought our gal out for &lt;em&gt;retail therapy,&lt;/em&gt; visiting malls like Suntec City, AMK Hub and Vivo City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sch07aty6vI/AAAAAAAABA8/B4dDhX2nmzo/s1600-h/P1050910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316627924243376882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sch07aty6vI/AAAAAAAABA8/B4dDhX2nmzo/s200/P1050910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sch1YAg8UPI/AAAAAAAABBE/q2AcbREnKZQ/s1600-h/P1050911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316628415426351346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sch1YAg8UPI/AAAAAAAABBE/q2AcbREnKZQ/s200/P1050911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Splashing good time at Vivo City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2667693216567861933?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2667693216567861933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2667693216567861933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2667693216567861933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2667693216567861933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-holiday-journal.html' title='March Holiday Journal'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/Sch07aty6vI/AAAAAAAABA8/B4dDhX2nmzo/s72-c/P1050910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-5485438725440200264</id><published>2009-03-18T17:44:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:12:51.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitless Eye Check Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/ScEbFMH1iXI/AAAAAAAABAk/clZER_GgR3E/s1600-h/18032009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314558811241286002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/ScEbFMH1iXI/AAAAAAAABAk/clZER_GgR3E/s400/18032009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I noticed that my gal likes to frown her eyes when she watches television thus I've long suspected that she could be short-sighted. Well, mum is, so there could be a possibility she could be inherited with imperfect eye-sight. Guilty enough, I've been procrastinating the eye check-up for her because of pure laziness. Finally, in conjuction with the school holidays, I brought her to the polyclinic today for her 4 year-old assessment and an eye check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After a short 'ice-breaking' session, Rynae was asked to sit down in a children's chair where she needed to put on an eye mask to cover one of her eyes. Her relaxed mood took a 360 degree twist and she showed embarassment and discomfort with it. Though I had pre-empt her that she would need to speak up when doctor asked her what she could and could not see, our friend refused to cooperate. No cajoling could make her wear back the eye mask so mum tried holding it and even using my own hands to cover her eyes. She didn't budge. Her excuse was she couldn't see the numbers with one eye! Duh...!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The nurse was a wonderfully patient and understanding woman and she suggested that I come back in 3 months' time. But what if Rynae still refuses to cooperate then? Does that mean I've gota keep coming back? The 2-hour wait in the polyclinic today was already grueling and antagonising and I don't think I want a taste of it again. Furthurmore, they do not check for astigmatism. Hence, I consider the option of going to KK Hospital or TMC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So long... polyclinic... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-5485438725440200264?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/5485438725440200264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=5485438725440200264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5485438725440200264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/5485438725440200264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/03/fruitless-eye-check-up.html' title='Fruitless Eye Check Up'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/ScEbFMH1iXI/AAAAAAAABAk/clZER_GgR3E/s72-c/18032009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-8398343547298031095</id><published>2009-03-14T22:45:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:29:15.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Puppet Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SbvPTtVqDUI/AAAAAAAABAc/v8Wuept0zOI/s1600-h/14032009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313068122908527938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SbvPTtVqDUI/AAAAAAAABAc/v8Wuept0zOI/s400/14032009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raffles City SC is currently running a PUPPETrazi workshop organised by Act 3 International where they encourage all ages to come forth to make their own puppets from recycleable materials. Mummy has no planned intention to participate but because we were 'stranded' in the venue (Daddy's at IT show), I had to find something to kill time! When asked what she wanna create, Rynae was fickle-minded. At first she suggested a sunflower, thereafter changed mind to guitar and finally decided on maracas. I ended up participating too. I made a guitar from a shoe box, bamboos and nylon strings. Our friend changed mind last minute (again) and her final product was a sunflower in a vase made from Yakult bottle, stuffed with styrofoams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, did anybody realise that this is a workshop to make PUPPETS? I didn't until I write this post! I thought we were required to make toys! Guitar and vase aren't puppets at all thus we had completely digressed from the topic! Gosh... what a blunder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-8398343547298031095?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/8398343547298031095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=8398343547298031095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8398343547298031095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8398343547298031095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/03/creative-play.html' title='Creative Puppet Making'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SbvPTtVqDUI/AAAAAAAABAc/v8Wuept0zOI/s72-c/14032009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3600425236707398657</id><published>2009-03-11T11:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:52:39.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Combating Diarrhea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had a panic attack last Wednesday night when Rynae suddenly fell feverish. Besides not being able to finish her dinner, she had no sickness symptom prior. Must have been caused by the eccentric weather. I went on graveyard shift that night to check on her temperature constantly. We were hoping it would go away in a couple of days but instead, it worsened to include diarrhea the next day. After eating Doctor's medicine, she still has the runs. 6 to 8 times in a day. It was so serious that she'll wake you up in the middle of the night to tell you she's squirting that very minute. Cannot wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Milk was cut off and I put her on Vitasoy for 2 days. I started her on milk when her diarrhea seemed to improve but it aggravated her condition. 3rd visit to Doctor and she advised to stop milk for 2 weeks else could run the risk of causing her to suffer from lactose intolerance. Which means, she cannot consume milk or milk products with lactose (milk sugar) in future! This sounds serious. Daddy and Mummy sought desperately for unchilled, nutritious soya milk alternative that would last at least a fortnight. Vitasoy is not a long term solution as it's packed with loads of sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There weren't many options and we bought &lt;em&gt;Dumex Step 2 Soy Special Follow-up Formula&lt;/em&gt;. It was a gamble. We didn't know how it tastes like and if Rynae will take to it well. Our fears were met when Rynae refused to drink it. No wonder it was stated 'for babies above 6 months' on the packaging because only babies with immature taste buds would drink this yucky beverage. It has not the slightest taste of sweetness and has raw, beany smell. Even adding Ribena cordial could not enhance its flavour. There goes our $26.55!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Daddy went back to supermarket shelves and came back with &lt;em&gt;Unisoy 100% organic soy milk powder&lt;/em&gt; in convenient individual packs. At least it tastes much better than the previous. Mummy added a little Ribena cordial during the preparation. Thank god Rynae accepted it. What a relieve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3600425236707398657?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3600425236707398657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3600425236707398657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3600425236707398657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3600425236707398657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/03/combating-diarrhea.html' title='Combating Diarrhea'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-1543335035644645246</id><published>2009-02-28T00:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:56:08.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to BabyCare Festival 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In case you're not aware, Expo is buzzing with events this weekend! Natas and BabyCare Festival are both being organised in the same time frame and the expected crowd is gonna be horrific! I don't wanna be stampeded so I choose to go on a Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The line up of participating merchants and starbuys at this year's BCF was attractive and now that I am preggy, there's an even valid reason for me to check out promotional bb products and services! Praise the exhibitors for organising BCF in Hall 6B because I do not have to cut through crowds along the long and squeezy hallway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Big brands like Avent, J&amp;amp;J, Cordlife and OCBC had their prominent brand presence in the hall. There were genuine great buys everywhere! Maternity bottoms on sale from $25 onwards, toys at more than 50% discount and baby skincare products at special prices! I had to exercise monetary self-control many a times. This event is also an opportunity for merchants to collect database sales lead hence there were many free samples/gifts to be collected, on condition. Do a survey with NTUC and you get a bib. Give your feedback on healthcare to Parkway Health and you get a bladder weekness slim pad plus a pair of mitten. I completed several of such 'non obligation' forms and got away with a bagful of freebies. I know that I would be bombarded with phone calls and newsletters but if these sales people are not aggressive, I'm fine with the information they provide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I sat down for a lengthy consultaion with Cordlife too - my main reason for being there actually. I gained some insights but I did not sign up with them on impulse. I needed to do the necessary research so that I know I have made a good choice. With the knowledge on cordblood banking, I would then be a good adviser to many people and I bet you will trust my advice then! Stay tuned if you're interested. Once I've got enough information, I'll do a post on 'cord blood banking'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-1543335035644645246?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/1543335035644645246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=1543335035644645246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1543335035644645246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1543335035644645246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/02/visit-to-babycare-festival-2009.html' title='Visit to BabyCare Festival 2009'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3216130775499897872</id><published>2009-02-23T11:41:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:31:08.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi Doh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SaNtOX52yBI/AAAAAAAABAU/NHHO7MZiD68/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306204879674853394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SaNtOX52yBI/AAAAAAAABAU/NHHO7MZiD68/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought it was a sushi &lt;em&gt;masa masa&lt;/em&gt; set at first sight but after flipping over to see the pictures on the reverse packaging, I realised that it was actually a sushi doh making kit! Interesting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was so coincidental. We just had a meal of Sakae Sushi the night before and these delicacies are still fresh in Rynae's mind. I grabbed it as it was just $5 (U.P. $18.90). Our friend was elated when I presented her with the gift. She chuckled with familiarity when she made the sushis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3216130775499897872?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3216130775499897872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3216130775499897872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3216130775499897872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3216130775499897872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/02/sushi-doh.html' title='Sushi Doh'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SaNtOX52yBI/AAAAAAAABAU/NHHO7MZiD68/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-744446564144776754</id><published>2009-02-16T00:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:56:51.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SZ0LTIeITMI/AAAAAAAABAM/iIljXiTJEhY/s1600-h/BB+21+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304408359431589058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SZ0LTIeITMI/AAAAAAAABAM/iIljXiTJEhY/s400/BB+21+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've a piece of good news to break herein. I'm knocked up again! This time, I was told I am gonna expect a boy. Let me call him cowboy for now. I'm into my second trimester and am so glad my bloated-ness, nausea and my headache are all gone. In fact, I'm now eating like there's no tommorrow! Sis Rynae is conscious of the arrival of her little bb brother and is looking forward to the day Mum bombs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ecause of this little, helpless life that is dependant on me for survival, I'm on weekly dose of cordyseps and am also watching what I eat now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For donkey years, I've never felt being such a health freak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-744446564144776754?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/744446564144776754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=744446564144776754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/744446564144776754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/744446564144776754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-cow.html' title='Baby Cow'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SZ0LTIeITMI/AAAAAAAABAM/iIljXiTJEhY/s72-c/BB+21+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-4038439840119247439</id><published>2009-02-14T21:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:58:38.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SZplSeSFgkI/AAAAAAAAA_0/QJXm21UpN-w/s1600-h/hearts.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303662879223153218" style="WIDTH: 48px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 51px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SZplSeSFgkI/AAAAAAAAA_0/QJXm21UpN-w/s400/hearts.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Valentine's Day this year falls on a Saturday but it's another ordinary family day for us. Hence, Daddy and Mummy's not having any special line-ups for today. We spent a wonderful afternoon at the extended Jurong Point SC and Daddy received a free Cornetto ice-cream cone from &lt;em&gt;Walls&lt;/em&gt; as a prelude for its &lt;em&gt;'Show your love'&lt;/em&gt; campaign. BUT THEN, dinner that evening was mouth-dropping and so must-blog! Daddy cooked noodles for us! It was Rynae's first taste of food cooked by him for the past 4 years! He's no cook hence getting a bowl of home-cooked noodle from him is the best one can expect. I gotta record it somewhere, I gotta take pictures and I've gotta tell the whole world - Our Daddy made our Valentine's Day so romantic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303667798137741874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SZppwyqtojI/AAAAAAAABAE/z4LO7XFRmvU/s400/P1050407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-4038439840119247439?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/4038439840119247439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=4038439840119247439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4038439840119247439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4038439840119247439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SZplSeSFgkI/AAAAAAAAA_0/QJXm21UpN-w/s72-c/hearts.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-7020100971149094365</id><published>2009-02-12T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:01:57.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gardening Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SZU6ZXu2U2I/AAAAAAAAA_c/SIrF_jr6hLY/s1600-h/P1050394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302208343840281442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SZU6ZXu2U2I/AAAAAAAAA_c/SIrF_jr6hLY/s400/P1050394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's an update on my gardening project. Many weeks back, I planted some black beans, some green beans and a potato. I'm so proud to tell you today that they've sprouted! Though not all the beans survived, I'm already glad that at least 1 of each type managed to push itself up the soil! What a wonderful boost after many failed attempts. Both Rynae and I are looking forward to the day when we can harvest our own beans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-7020100971149094365?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/7020100971149094365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=7020100971149094365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7020100971149094365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7020100971149094365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-gardening-update.html' title='My Gardening Update'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SZU6ZXu2U2I/AAAAAAAAA_c/SIrF_jr6hLY/s72-c/P1050394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3942441739755132025</id><published>2009-02-12T14:58:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:10:59.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae has a strong interest for English language. She articulates well in English, understands English and is a competent reader albeit her young age. On the contrary, when it comes to Chinese language, she showed not the slightest interest, even when I offered to read her Chinese story books. The set of Chinese words flash cards I bought her were left idle. I hear alarm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When she was small, I did some labelings like 'door', 'chair', 'fan' etc, around the house in a bid to help her to recognise the words. I removed all these during spring cleaning as she already knew how to read them. It seems that I have to use the same method, in Chinese this time, to help her recognise some simple household words. Below are some of the cards I DIY-ed. It doesn't take much time to print and laminitate though. To make sure she pays attention to the words, I asked her to repeat after me, thereafter paste each onto the respective items. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302199200015106610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SZUyFIVCwjI/AAAAAAAAA_M/4bdanVW5ZJg/s400/A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adding on, I also made her a set of Chinese Numerical Dominoes. Remember I preach &lt;em&gt;Learn Thru' Play&lt;/em&gt;? I hope this does her good. Afterall, she responded well to the Time, Dora and Dots Dominoes I made for her so this shouldn't go too wrong. And boy! Was I happy when she suggested the card game herself. If this method goes well, I'll make her more Chinese Dominoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302204436845280354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SZU219CpvGI/AAAAAAAAA_U/E2drtjAa3Lc/s400/B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3942441739755132025?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3942441739755132025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3942441739755132025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3942441739755132025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3942441739755132025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/02/teaching-chinese.html' title='Teaching Chinese'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SZUyFIVCwjI/AAAAAAAAA_M/4bdanVW5ZJg/s72-c/A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-7718350280263021223</id><published>2009-02-01T00:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:46:24.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo-ving into the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every year without fail, we'll be back to Indonesia for CNY and this year's no exception. We had a lengthy 1 week stay there gorging on new year goodies, otah and karopok. I think I should have easily gained 4 kg on this eating spree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you agree, CNY this year is exceptionally dry and hot. There was hardly any rain and because of the dry spell, Indo's house's rain water reserve was used up and the whole family has to use spring water (bought from the government) from big barrels. It was SO SO SO... inconvenient and troublesome not having water running from taps. I count my blessings not having to worry about the shortage of water, food or electricity in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My girl celebrated her &lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt; birthday on Lunar NY Day 4 in the pleasant company of grandparents, many cousins, uncle and aunts. She collected a lot of additional ang baos too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298606316677411586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SYhuXy4yswI/AAAAAAAAA-0/0uHNMg7WQEA/s400/B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Catching guppies for good luck. 'Cos... &lt;em&gt;'Nian Nian You Yu'!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Swallows are abundant in Indonesia. Some Indonesian Chinese striked it rich by just selling bird's nest. During yesteryears good times, a kg can fetch S$2000! My god. If you convert to rupiah, this earning can last them a few months! Because it is so lucrative, &lt;em&gt;Yue Niang&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;em&gt;Little Nyonya&lt;/em&gt; was trading in birds nest too! I borrowed from grandma some freshly picked, unprocessed bird's nest and snapped some pictures for fun sake. Not many people has the fortune to see raw bird's nest hor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298612732548187954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SYh0NP3lhzI/AAAAAAAAA_E/DejsYMSVVoU/s400/A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-7718350280263021223?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/7718350280263021223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=7718350280263021223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7718350280263021223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7718350280263021223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/02/moo-ving-into-new-year.html' title='Moo-ving into the New Year'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SYhuXy4yswI/AAAAAAAAA-0/0uHNMg7WQEA/s72-c/B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3278036966198736867</id><published>2009-01-22T14:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:38:18.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-made Ang Bao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SXlzYyCIaoI/AAAAAAAAA-k/lAqX_gZtG1Q/s1600-h/P1050120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294389706535496322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SXlzYyCIaoI/AAAAAAAAA-k/lAqX_gZtG1Q/s400/P1050120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For fun sake, Mummy thought of showing Rynae how to DIY ang baos. Construction work was divided into 2 parts - folding of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.origami-instructions.com/origami-cow.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;origami cows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and the ang baos. I folded the cows while our friend helped to draw in the eyes and the spots on their body and well, that's her contribution thus far. Separately, I folded cows from white paper and asked her to decorate it in whatever way she likes but she just filled in the 'necessaries'. No matter how I cooed her on, except asking me why the cows didn't have tails, she just refused to add anymore stokes or drawings on them and argued that this is how cows actually are. Period. Chey! No creativity. After completion, I gave out these 2 ang baos with money to her younger cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3278036966198736867?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3278036966198736867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3278036966198736867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3278036966198736867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3278036966198736867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/01/self-made-ang-bao.html' title='Self-made Ang Bao'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SXlzYyCIaoI/AAAAAAAAA-k/lAqX_gZtG1Q/s72-c/P1050120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-7363287314112369404</id><published>2009-01-15T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:35:00.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm four!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SXbSooIyz2I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/bgbzBdSmLDo/s1600-h/happy+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293650007431499618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SXbSooIyz2I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/bgbzBdSmLDo/s400/happy+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mummy cooked rice vermicelli for Rynae today because today is her chinese birthday! She's 6 years old according to Chinese calendar mind you! Haha. I did not make a big hoo-hah over this special day and merely told her that it was her Chinese birthday and Daddy's gonna buy her a birthday cake tonight. She acknowledged and went on with her daily activities. I was actually expecting her to ask for birthday presents but she didn't! She's happy enough with a birthday cake. I attribute that to how we brought her up - never expect more than what you're given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She's really excited and proud to be 4 years old now. If you were to challenge her with a task and claim that she cannot handle it, she will emphasise that she's 4 years old already! Not a baby anymore. My little angel has grown up another year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-7363287314112369404?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/7363287314112369404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=7363287314112369404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7363287314112369404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7363287314112369404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-four.html' title='I&apos;m four!'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SXbSooIyz2I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/bgbzBdSmLDo/s72-c/happy+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-1767790769960220329</id><published>2009-01-02T22:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:01:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SXA94O4kwrI/AAAAAAAAA9I/zEUNGZ2Rabw/s1600-h/P1040910.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291797598437687986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SXA94O4kwrI/AAAAAAAAA9I/zEUNGZ2Rabw/s400/P1040910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Daddy took leave today to enjoy a long weekend holiday. Initially we only wanted to shop around for CNY clothes but an impromptu request from Rynae made us ended up in Sentosa. She said she wanna go Sentosa to play sand and as we're done with our shopping in Vivo, we gladly abide. Quick-witted Daddy bought a $2 sand kit from Daiso and within minutes, we transcend onto another island. Rynae had almost an hour jolly time on the beach before the gloomy clouds began to let up. We took shelter from the sun in a coffeeshop and Mummy ate a $8 plate of sambal tapioca leaves. Slurp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-1767790769960220329?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/1767790769960220329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=1767790769960220329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1767790769960220329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1767790769960220329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/01/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SXA94O4kwrI/AAAAAAAAA9I/zEUNGZ2Rabw/s72-c/P1040910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-4027048348627982278</id><published>2009-01-01T22:45:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:50:53.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year in Admiralty Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SW72l6-kP6I/AAAAAAAAA9A/LdJ3xGkzTSI/s1600-h/P1040879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291437743554183074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SW72l6-kP6I/AAAAAAAAA9A/LdJ3xGkzTSI/s400/P1040879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything seems normal when we woke up today. But... it shouldn't be so! Today is a new start to year 2009 and we should feel energetic, forward-looking and zestful! To avoid the public holiday crowd, we hid home whole afternoon until Daddy suggested visiting the nearby &lt;a href="http://www.nparks.gov.sg/cms/index.php?option=com_visitorsguide&amp;amp;task=parks&amp;amp;id=3&amp;amp;Itemid=73"&gt;Admiralty Park&lt;/a&gt; that was officially opened by Mr Khaw Boon Wan last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The park was serene and crowd-free. Only a few joggers and strolling families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There was a nature trail but I wasn't too interested in trekking in it on fear of mosquito bites. However, Rynae was encouraging and said she would help me out of the &lt;em&gt;forest&lt;/em&gt;. I reckon she wants to be as adventurous as Dora so I went ahead with the idea. Thank god I came out bite-free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There was a Sakura restaurant located at the West entrance of the park. We paraded one round and decided not to dine in it because of the holiday surchange. Another time perhaps. I'm sure I'll make it here to makan one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-4027048348627982278?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/4027048348627982278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=4027048348627982278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4027048348627982278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4027048348627982278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-in-admiralty-park.html' title='Happy New Year in Admiralty Park'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SW72l6-kP6I/AAAAAAAAA9A/LdJ3xGkzTSI/s72-c/P1040879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-4473411977894353932</id><published>2008-12-31T15:01:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:04:41.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SWCErMhELkI/AAAAAAAAA8c/YCXN6Dd5EEA/s1600-h/newyear001.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287371840162115138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SWCErMhELkI/AAAAAAAAA8c/YCXN6Dd5EEA/s200/newyear001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosh! Year 2008 is coming to an end! What meaningful and worthy achivements &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SWCEY4RFgzI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ONjLA1yfhuw/s1600-h/newyear001.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have I clocked this year? Could I even remember how I have spent the 365 days? Not exactly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;very year around this time, everyone will be talking about setting new year resolution(s). I do not have the habit so. I mean not that I do not have any ambition or goals but most of my resolutions are well... on-going like... slimming down and taking better care of myself and my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I do however, set short term goals where I try to complete within a specific time period. Anything that is dragged for too long, I either forget or loose interest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I find myself having difficultly keeping up with my postings. Sometimes, I lagged so far behind that I cut-out some events which I wanna post initially. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yes! I am terrible at time management and this has been a teetering problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here's a 'wishlist' that I have drafted. I hope to achieve most. God bless me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) (What else?) Have better time management &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) Spring clean my house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) Inculcate the love of Chinese in Rynae (Very difficult task but I'll try)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4) Have a drastic new hairdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5) Learn to cook more variety of dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yeah... That's all for now. I'll update as and when I have inspiration. Happy New Year to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-4473411977894353932?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/4473411977894353932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=4473411977894353932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4473411977894353932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4473411977894353932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SWCErMhELkI/AAAAAAAAA8c/YCXN6Dd5EEA/s72-c/newyear001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-6878594005726321553</id><published>2008-12-29T20:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:53:56.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metro and Popular Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah ha! It's another shopping spree for me. After getting wind of Metro and Popular's &lt;em&gt;Back to School&lt;/em&gt; Sale at Singapore Expo, I made an arrangement to drop by in hope of catching some good deals. Thank god the crowd for both events was manageable and I need not have to queue up for entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honestly, I do not have much expectation of such sales as I know that it is a dumping ground for companies who wish to get rid of off-season and less popular items. Hence, each trip was like a lucky dip for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As the theme implies, Popular's merchandises were mainly stationaries, bags and assesment books in preparation for the new school semester. I tried to control my impulse buys and after much contemplation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I grabbed some thin, saddle-stitched English story books, writing materials and Chinese story books for Rynae. Some were sold at an unbeliveable price of $1! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-6878594005726321553?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/6878594005726321553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=6878594005726321553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6878594005726321553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6878594005726321553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/12/metro-and-popular-sale.html' title='Metro and Popular Sale'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-7821266937662953795</id><published>2008-12-26T20:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:41:04.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SVyAjWgUj0I/AAAAAAAAA8M/HHEgi2kf5Vs/s1600-h/zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286241407451041602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SVyAjWgUj0I/AAAAAAAAA8M/HHEgi2kf5Vs/s400/zoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is Boxing Day. Together with Rynae's Aunt and cousins, we planned for a fun day out at the Singapore Zoo. After watching the Safari Splash show, our gang proceeded to the main attraction - The Rainforest Kidzworld for another good splash. It was supposed to be a happy outing but something disastrious happened - Rynae's cousin slipped, fell and lost 1 front adult tooth. Ouch! With a foul mood, they headed home right after the incident, while we stayed on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We promised Rynae we would do something different for each zoo trip so this time, we allowed her to ride the carousel for $4 and took free rides on the tram (weekday member privilege). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The white tigers are back to their enclosure after many weeks of 'consultation'. However, we noticed that there are more cautionary signages like an emergency number and warnings mounted on the barricades now. Good initiative. But maybe the management should consider the possibility of attempted suicide in the crocodile pond near the main entrance too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-7821266937662953795?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/7821266937662953795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=7821266937662953795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7821266937662953795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7821266937662953795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/12/boxing-day.html' title='Boxing Day'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SVyAjWgUj0I/AAAAAAAAA8M/HHEgi2kf5Vs/s72-c/zoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2669227157478655535</id><published>2008-12-21T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:34:00.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Dong Zhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SVCtaFJjapI/AAAAAAAAA8E/P-n-kZRYw-M/s1600-h/SANY1173A.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282913026476042898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SVCtaFJjapI/AAAAAAAAA8E/P-n-kZRYw-M/s400/SANY1173A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We don't particularly celebrate &lt;em&gt;Dong Zhi&lt;/em&gt; but as it falls on Sunday this year, all of us congregate at Grandma's place for a scrumptious meal of duck, chicken, pork, noodle, curry and &lt;em&gt;Tang Yuan&lt;/em&gt;. Mummy wanna let Rynae experience the process of making this traditional dish so I fetched her to grandma's place early in the morning (well, you can see that she's still clad in her pyjamas in the pix). Expectedly... she was more of a hindrance than a help. Most of her &lt;em&gt;Tang Yuan&lt;/em&gt; are not &lt;em&gt;yuan&lt;/em&gt; and grandma had to re-knead them... She got the 'worst helper of the year' award. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2669227157478655535?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2669227157478655535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2669227157478655535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2669227157478655535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2669227157478655535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebrating-dong-zhi.html' title='Celebrating Dong Zhi'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SVCtaFJjapI/AAAAAAAAA8E/P-n-kZRYw-M/s72-c/SANY1173A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3951578037681066832</id><published>2008-12-20T23:50:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:26:56.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Orchard Xmas Lighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SU_EpK5WqTI/AAAAAAAAA78/O_Y-WRCxCwI/s1600-h/ProjectBB.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282657099507476786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SU_EpK5WqTI/AAAAAAAAA78/O_Y-WRCxCwI/s400/ProjectBB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae has seen much of daytime Orchard but it's her first visit to a Christmasy and shimmering night Orchard. She was so full of awe when she saw the lollies and sweets hanging down the trees and from the lamp posts. The shopping belt has been coated with much sweetness that it has attracted so many &lt;em&gt;'ants'&lt;/em&gt;, especially along Orchard Walkway (fronting Wisma Atria), Paragon and Tangs Building. The crowd was worrisome and photography sessions were a headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We travelled on foot from Plaza Sing, where &lt;em&gt;The Christmas Village&lt;/em&gt; is, and all the way down to Ngee Ann City. Lightings and performances were concentrated in these 2 areas as the rest of Orchard is still undergoing a major facelift. Our little friend requested for an ice-cream break and she had her wish fulfilled. We sat her on a parapet with a good spot along Orchard Walkway. Daddy and Mummy had our breaks then too. From our privileged spot, we can see the stretch bursting with good news of Christmas in song, dance and drama. Buskers performed for their tips too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Orchard is indeed the right place to go if you wanna soak in the spirit of Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3951578037681066832?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3951578037681066832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3951578037681066832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3951578037681066832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3951578037681066832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-orchard-xmas-lighting.html' title='Sweet Orchard Xmas Lighting'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SU_EpK5WqTI/AAAAAAAAA78/O_Y-WRCxCwI/s72-c/ProjectBB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-6039045154679423775</id><published>2008-12-11T14:04:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:53:53.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Kampong Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SUPYlC1kDGI/AAAAAAAAA70/Ml9_ZVA6E_g/s1600-h/ProjectAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279301319136644194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SUPYlC1kDGI/AAAAAAAAA70/Ml9_ZVA6E_g/s400/ProjectAA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our friend, chilling out on Ah Gong's bridge that is leading out to the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was a torturous 1 week 'cold turkey' break from technology. There were no internet access, no phone calls and no messaging. Even watching television programmes was a luxury as there were periods when there weren't any electricity supply. Mummy kinda felt being cut off from the rest of the world. So where on earth have I landed? A rural island in Indonesia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our Bong family had gone back to Indo during this school holiday to attend Rynae's cousin wedding as well as to visit family members. Rynae loves going back to Ah Gong's house as she gets to pillion on motorbikes, eat coconuts, play with sand, throw stones into the sea and roam about freely on the vast, unconfined home compound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Actually, it felt good loosing ourselves into laid-back kampong lives to relax and recharge, once in a while. There're no stress, no heavy traffic and no human crowd. Then again, there were a lot of mosquitoes though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-6039045154679423775?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/6039045154679423775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=6039045154679423775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6039045154679423775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6039045154679423775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-kampong-days.html' title='Back to Kampong Days'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SUPYlC1kDGI/AAAAAAAAA70/Ml9_ZVA6E_g/s72-c/ProjectAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-6611802581446225273</id><published>2008-12-01T16:38:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:04:25.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree Decoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you heard of the carol that rumoured Santa Claus is not coming to town this year? It is true that this and the next few years are going to be tough hence we've gota watch where we throw our moolah! Rynae is now at an age where she understands meaning of festivals and celebrations so I really wanna create a joyful christmasy mood for her this year by decorating our house with Christmas ornaments. I aimed to get a Christmas tree, a not too expensive one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I came across an advertisement that Carrefour is selling their Christmas tree for only $9.90. This is unbelievable! Thankfully it is not a sales gimmick. Their 150cm tree is genuinely being sold for less than 10 bucks! Whee! I managed to get a decent-looking lighted Christmas tree for less than $25! Here's my breakdown:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Christmas Tree: $9.90&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;100 Xmas Lights: $7.90&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;X&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;mas Balls: $3.90&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gold Garlands: ($0.90 x 2) $1.80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Other Decorations: DIY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tree Topper: Free&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gold Drap: Free&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Total: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;$23.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It felt good owning a pretty Christmas tree without the guilt of being a spendthrift. Rynae loves the Christmas tree and has been boasting about it to her cousins!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275708140079326434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/STcUmfwQpOI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Piu-C-I00M8/s400/Christmas+Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275708259002666466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/STcUtaxyzeI/AAAAAAAAA7k/hpD7C1KU14E/s400/Christmas+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A bottie tree deco I made with Japanese soft clay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275708375260254290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/STcU0L3w0FI/AAAAAAAAA7s/wKC2ejBtrOE/s400/christmas+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rynae's masterpiece. A leaf. You can tell ya? Hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-6611802581446225273?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/6611802581446225273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=6611802581446225273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6611802581446225273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6611802581446225273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tree-decoration.html' title='Christmas Tree Decoration'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/STcUmfwQpOI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Piu-C-I00M8/s72-c/Christmas+Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-8532662708817991611</id><published>2008-11-30T20:03:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:15:45.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone's talking about the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zoo.com.sg/whatsnew/kidzworld.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rainforest Kidzworld&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in Singapore Zoo. Well, now that the attraction is finally completed, we have a valid reason to renew our Friends of the Zoo membership which entitles us to unlimited visits to the zoo for a year. We got it free last year but this year, we had to fork out $180 (used to be $150) for it. Ouch! We felt the pinch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oistein Kristiansen was at the Zoo yesterday for an hour-long interactive workshop but we couldn't make it down because of Rynae's Orientation class. Maybe we'll catch him, Dora, Diego or Spongebob Sqaurepants some other days. We went for a new &lt;em&gt;Rainforest Fights Back&lt;/em&gt; animal show at 10.30am but it was like watching a lengthy drama. The script was long with breaks of expected animals sneaking out for a short presentation. If you're a frequent visitor of the 3 parks under Wildlife Reserves, you would agree with me that the shows are similar. I bet it must be directed by the same director. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With the new Rainforest Kidzworld, animals are no longer the purpose and highlight of a zoo visit. In fact, the motive of ours (and many others) is to check out the widely publicised attraction! So, right after the show, we took a short cut, neglected the animals and headed straight for it. It's a kids' heaven alright! The wet playground has not only expanded so many times its orginal but its features are also boosted! Our friend spent a good 1 hour in the wet land and had it not been for the drizzle, she would not have left it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The bulk of our time was thrown into the Kidzworld. It was a self-sustaining attraction on its own. Rynae ate her lunch, played in the playground, rode a pony, stole the pony's hay to feed the goats and abused the bunnies. She was so reluctant to move on but we abducted her to the new &lt;em&gt;fragile forest&lt;/em&gt; (I suppose it is new 'cos I haven't been to it). I applaud the gardeners for the effort they took to revive the crops in the &lt;em&gt;Tropical Crops Plantation&lt;/em&gt;. We really do see fruits this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275113757059134914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/STT4A2dJNcI/AAAAAAAAA7E/RSbxwKbHU_I/s400/CZoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275114152530951394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/STT4X3s-POI/AAAAAAAAA7U/wqyNnDhB1jE/s400/CreateWizard0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-8532662708817991611?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/8532662708817991611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=8532662708817991611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8532662708817991611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8532662708817991611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/11/zoo-trip.html' title='Zoo Trip'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/STT4A2dJNcI/AAAAAAAAA7E/RSbxwKbHU_I/s72-c/CZoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-1303423675239717183</id><published>2008-11-29T14:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:36:27.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/STOhX0s5brI/AAAAAAAAA68/6pBKnDl56cc/s1600-h/P1030538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274737019237002930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/STOhX0s5brI/AAAAAAAAA68/6pBKnDl56cc/s400/P1030538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae's school organised an orientation for Pre-Nursery and Nursery 2009 classes this Saturday and though not compulsory, we brought her there just to catch up with some teachers and her classmates. After the MP's speech, children are allowed to play in the 5 activity corners that the teachers had came up with. There were books to read, toys to play and crafts to do. After she tried her hand at sewing (something similar to the sewing cards I made for her), the teacher in charge of the activity commented that Rynae has good fine motor skills and asked me to challenge her to more difficult tasks like making her do cross stitches, cutting the holes smaller and closer etc. Alrite.. points taken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-1303423675239717183?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/1303423675239717183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=1303423675239717183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1303423675239717183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1303423675239717183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/11/orientation-for-2009.html' title='Orientation for 2009'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/STOhX0s5brI/AAAAAAAAA68/6pBKnDl56cc/s72-c/P1030538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-202347104771865975</id><published>2008-11-21T17:25:00.043+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:44:40.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanic Garden Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daddy was off today. What better way to spend the day other than to go for a family outing? I've been dying to bring Rynae to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sbg.org.sg/bukittimahcore/ChildrenGarden.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jacob Ballas Children's Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; that was opened about a year ago in the Singapore Botanic Gardens and my wish was finally fulfilled. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e had wanted to reach the Children's Garden in the early morning but after factoring time for preparation, breakfast and transportation, we eventually reached 11-ish. I never like outdoor activities at noon because of the scorching sun but the weather that day was exceptionally kind to us. Most sun rays were blocked by the grey clouds and we were able to walk about without feeling much heat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jacob Ballas Children's Garden is a learning garden that encourages exploration and creativity and children may see, touch and smell plants to develop a sense of wonder and excitement about nature and the environment. Honestly, Rynae couldn't care much about the plants. Her focus was on the tree house playground and the waterplay area where she spent a considerable amount of time each. A short-coming I must say, is that there wasn't bathroom facility at all! Daddy had to collect a bottle of cold water from the water cooler to clean our friend. And you guessed it! She screamed and cursed when the water was poured down her body.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Exit to Cluny Road was at the other end of Botanic Gardens so we cut across from one end to the other, which requires 45 minutes of walk without rest. We took our time strolling across the gardens. Along the way, we fed the swans in the eco lake and the turtles in the swan lake. It was such a slow-paced, relaxing afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s much walking were on foot, we were all dead tired when we reached the exit. Who would have expected the Botanic Garden to be this huge! We couldn't squeeze anymore energy out for shopping so we decided to call it a day. Rynae's battery went flat and knocked out on the way home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273250935811621266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SS5ZyYiMQZI/AAAAAAAAA6s/4z5jPhi8u6k/s400/Botanic+Garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273251690438767154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SS5aeTvUsjI/AAAAAAAAA60/OboOlWxgRMU/s400/P1030423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Daddy said that this is the $5 tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What he meant is that this is the actual tree behind your $5 note! Believe it or not? You better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-202347104771865975?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/202347104771865975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=202347104771865975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/202347104771865975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/202347104771865975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/11/botanic-garden-outing.html' title='Botanic Garden Outing'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SS5ZyYiMQZI/AAAAAAAAA6s/4z5jPhi8u6k/s72-c/Botanic+Garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2447705215097869866</id><published>2008-11-20T16:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:59:50.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celery Porridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SSj87S1rIiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/27DLOBRgVr8/s1600-h/p1030280a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271741459436610082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SSj87S1rIiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/27DLOBRgVr8/s400/p1030280a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There were some celery and a piece of bean curd in the refrigerator so I decided to utilise it to cook a celery porridge for Rynae. It was such a nostalgia because it tastes exactly the same as what my Mum used to cook for us! There are still 10 over types of porridge recipes that she knows and I hope I could master all some day. These porridges are must-learns because they're so easy to cook, gentle on the stomach, tasty and economical! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2447705215097869866?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2447705215097869866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2447705215097869866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2447705215097869866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2447705215097869866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/11/celery-porridge.html' title='Celery Porridge'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SSj87S1rIiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/27DLOBRgVr8/s72-c/p1030280a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-1789763602018971022</id><published>2008-11-18T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:27:05.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Japanese Jelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SSUWqzdJm5I/AAAAAAAAA6U/n5ZXJBAUazI/s1600-h/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270643863529823122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SSUWqzdJm5I/AAAAAAAAA6U/n5ZXJBAUazI/s320/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So! School's out and trouble's in. What shall I keep the little monster entertained with for the rest of the holiday weeks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://okto.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'s holiday programmes are terrible hence I'd rather Rynae spends her time playing her toys or do other more meaningful activities. Today, Mummy decided to prepare Black Sesame jelly (before it expires) that was bought from Daiso. I involved Rynae in the preparation process but she contributed little. She did however, helped to serve the jelly (as though it was cooked by her). I had used Marigold HL milk and it tastes so rich with fragrance of the milk. Its texture was more akin to mousse cake than jelly or agar agar. Delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-1789763602018971022?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/1789763602018971022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=1789763602018971022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1789763602018971022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1789763602018971022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/11/making-japanese-jelly.html' title='Making Japanese Jelly'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SSUWqzdJm5I/AAAAAAAAA6U/n5ZXJBAUazI/s72-c/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-8948565275755235204</id><published>2008-11-09T09:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:40:18.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurong IMM Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SRldb7_2ARI/AAAAAAAAA6M/e30P0jS1XDA/s1600-h/P1020985.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267343973729829138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SRldb7_2ARI/AAAAAAAAA6M/e30P0jS1XDA/s400/P1020985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last time we went to Jurong IMM's children's outdoor playground and pool, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/02/mc.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae fell sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the day after. We didn't know where to go this weekend and decided to bring her there again but this time allowing her to play only at 6pm. The management had upgraded the children's playground and made it more challenging by replacing half of the playground into climbing tunnels leading to a high platform that is connected to a slide and a descending rock climbing wall. My nerves frayed whenever Rynae went up to the platform. There is such a very high tendancy to fall if overcrowded with agog children! Our friend proceeded to the pool after the green light is given. As you're aware, she's awfully frightened of water getting onto her face so she stayed grounded in a safe corner of the pool. She was happy and contented playing with water that shoots out from the ground like geysers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-8948565275755235204?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/8948565275755235204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=8948565275755235204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8948565275755235204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8948565275755235204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/11/jurong-imm-again.html' title='Jurong IMM Again!'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SRldb7_2ARI/AAAAAAAAA6M/e30P0jS1XDA/s72-c/P1020985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2291492165200911852</id><published>2008-11-06T16:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:53:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandwich Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SRfs0hDAAUI/AAAAAAAAA6E/3gW-MdCNJ4E/s1600-h/Project00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266938676201390402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SRfs0hDAAUI/AAAAAAAAA6E/3gW-MdCNJ4E/s400/Project00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae's school requested for the children to bring 2 slices of bread to school today to make 'rainbow fish' sandwich. It was so coincident that the theme this term is the same book that I had read with Rynae! I was full of anticipation and was expecting to see a fish-shaped sandwich with interesting scales decoration but it turned out to be just normal tuna sandwich. 1/4 of the bread was missing and I suspected the teacher had abandoned the rainbow fish sandwich idea due to shortages of bread as some children forgot to bring theirs. Well, sharing is a good civic and moral education anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Year 2008 school term will be over in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;weeks' time. Time really flies. My gal has attended 1 year of pre-nursery! I shiver at the thought of the stress to help her excel academically as she moves up to kindergarten and thereafter forward to primary school life. I have no idea how we'll cope but I hope school life then will not be all about just chasing the As. I felt that a child needs to be nurtured wholesomely too, in terms of creativity, confidence, ability to talk, think and respond, self-esteem, setting a correct world-view and so much more.. Oh... It is so tough being a parent!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2291492165200911852?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2291492165200911852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2291492165200911852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2291492165200911852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2291492165200911852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/11/sandwich.html' title='Sandwich Making'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SRfs0hDAAUI/AAAAAAAAA6E/3gW-MdCNJ4E/s72-c/Project00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-7456622807172816182</id><published>2008-10-31T17:24:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:57:22.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Cruise Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosh! I have lost count of time and didn't realise that I've not updated my blog for such a long while! Our Bong family had just came back from a &lt;a href="http://www.starcruises.com/newweb/main.aspx"&gt;Star Cruise&lt;/a&gt; holiday thus let me share some pictures with you. The package was bought during August Natas Fair hence we should think it's a good deal - $970 for 3 pax for 2N. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The day we set sail coincides with Deepavali so we boarded the ship with many Indians. So many that we thought we were in Little India for a second! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a budget, we booked an inside stateroom (those cabins without windows meant for the poor lah!) which is just a cell for accomodation. But surprisingly, when we opened the cabin door, we saw a decent-sized room with ample walking space! We couldn't believe it and the first thing I did was to verify with Daddy if we were given the correct room key! A check on the floor plan revealed that there were only 2 such rooms on our floor! This is awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After a buffet supper, we explored around the ship and.. well embarrassing enough, got lost. We couldn't find our way back to our cabin cuz there were 3 lifts in different wings and only 1 served our floor! The whole trip on board was relaxing but kinda boring. Actually, it was more of an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eat-a-thon&lt;/em&gt; trip. There were 6 meals provided on board - breakfast, late breakfast, lunch, high tea, dinner and supper and we gorged so much that we felt so bloated with indigestion! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mummy and Rynae went swimming in the children's pool once (only). The pool was miserably small with gushing, splashing and squirting water every left, right and centre. Our friend didn't like these water features a single bit as she doesn't like water in her face. She was rather turned off and complained that she only wants to swim in 'Singapore's swimming pool'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Besides swimming, there really weren't much free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;children's activities planned in the daily schedule. Most, if not all activites were pay-per-play planned by the child care centre onboard. We did attend 1 make-a-spider workshop that was conducted in a small room but it was totally disorganised and uninteresting. Rynae didn't even stay put for 5 min!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Does anyone I know ever been on Star Cruise and had an enjoyable, fulfilling and fun-packed trip? Maybe we should have disembarked at Port Klang and make a day trip to KL city. Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;t was a good life-on-board experience and a photo collection trip for us. Enjoy the photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=126192524" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="426" height="320" flashvars="appWidth=325&amp;appHeight=244" name="slideshowpreview" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif"&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=slideshow&amp;refid=126192524"&gt;&lt;img title="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?source=cyo&amp;refid=126192524"&gt;Create Your Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-7456622807172816182?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/7456622807172816182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=7456622807172816182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7456622807172816182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7456622807172816182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/10/star-cruise-trip.html' title='Star Cruise Trip'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-8396165337536360948</id><published>2008-10-22T14:41:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:40:32.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Box House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SP7Lq-xU5JI/AAAAAAAAA58/cMdcSg6vuQw/s1600-h/Project00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259865354080150674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SP7Lq-xU5JI/AAAAAAAAA58/cMdcSg6vuQw/s400/Project00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was an unexpected &lt;em&gt;windfall&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Ah Ma's&lt;/em&gt; washing machine broke down and &lt;em&gt;Ah Gong&lt;/em&gt; bought a new one for her on the day of our visit! Mummy's been wanting to make a playhouse for Rynae for the longest time but couldn't find any clean, nice, big box. I'd never spend my money on Little Tykes or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brushh.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brushh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; playhouse that are both expensive and bulky. What am I suppose to do with it after Rynae gets sick of it? I just want something for a moment of fun so I begged for the cardboard and brought it home, almost mistaken as a rag and bone man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae pestered for the house to be built so within minutes, I fulfilled her wish, transforming the box into a house with a door and 2 windows. It may not be as chic as commercially produced playhouses but she's contented. I felt that this provides a valuable lesson to the child about recycling, creativity and concept of saving. We sponge-bath the exterior of the house with poster colours the next day. Look! Does it look like a barrack? Haha. I wonder what's the shelf life of this dwelling before it hits the trash bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-8396165337536360948?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/8396165337536360948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=8396165337536360948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8396165337536360948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8396165337536360948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/10/box-house.html' title='Box House'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SP7Lq-xU5JI/AAAAAAAAA58/cMdcSg6vuQw/s72-c/Project00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-8197743105508146494</id><published>2008-10-21T15:01:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:53:21.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow (What The) Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SP1_lOBV3yI/AAAAAAAAAtE/qy_QCOcgaCk/s1600-h/Project0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259500217234218786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SP1_lOBV3yI/AAAAAAAAAtE/qy_QCOcgaCk/s400/Project0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whenever Mummy's web surfing, I'll try to read up on some parenting and eduational tips. From my 'research', I learned about an award winning book - &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rainbow-Fish-Marcus-Pfister/dp/1558580093"&gt;Rainbow Fish&lt;/a&gt; which is about a beautiful fish who finds happiness when he learns to share. The book is best known for its morals about the value of being an individual. U know what? It is so popular that it is turned into a 26-episode animated television series, adapted into a musical production, has various sequels and available in software too! There were also tonnes of educational activites and craft ideas on the web to accompany this title! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have to have a read! Where else but to get it from NLB. Gaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rynae loves the story and I also highlighted to her the undesirable result of selfishness and vanity on friendship and taught her about the virtue of sharing. We made paper plate Rainbow Fish too! She did one and I did one. Initially, she wanna give up after pasting a few scales, citing reason that she is tired (well, more to lazy actually) but I urged her on by telling her that the fish will feel cold if there aren't enough scales to keep it warm! She persisted and finally finish the fish decently. We enacted out the story with the fish after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-8197743105508146494?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/8197743105508146494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=8197743105508146494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8197743105508146494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8197743105508146494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/10/rainbow-what-fish.html' title='Rainbow (What The) Fish'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SP1_lOBV3yI/AAAAAAAAAtE/qy_QCOcgaCk/s72-c/Project0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-513010068401990136</id><published>2008-10-17T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:34:08.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SPi6yjKUKOI/AAAAAAAAAss/amtj58tgbSg/s1600-h/Project300.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258157942549784802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SPi6yjKUKOI/AAAAAAAAAss/amtj58tgbSg/s320/Project300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a &lt;em&gt;study corner&lt;/em&gt; that I set up for Rynae. Just a simple corner beside my washing machine in the kitchen. With some magnets, this is the perfect spot where she kills time while clearing her bowel and bladder. This is also the most productive place where she learns to read days of the week, months of the year and the ability to read and constuct simple sentences. It goes to show that learning can take place anytime and anywhere as long as a child is interested and attentive. Mummy has learning traps everywhere! Wohoho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-513010068401990136?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/513010068401990136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=513010068401990136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/513010068401990136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/513010068401990136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/10/study-corner.html' title='Study Corner'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SPi6yjKUKOI/AAAAAAAAAss/amtj58tgbSg/s72-c/Project300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-4882845523407198923</id><published>2008-10-17T15:52:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:47:36.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very Hungry Caterpillar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got to know from Rynae that the story of this term is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Very-Hungry-Caterpillar-Eric-Carle/dp/0399226907"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Very Hungry Caterpillar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eric-carle.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Eric Carle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. This is the second time that her school has read stories by this author. Gheez... his books must be very educational, I thought. So, I googled about him and the story. The Very Hungry Caterpillar is reported to have reached millions of children all over the world and has been translated into more than 47 languages and sold over 29 million copies! It is so popular that even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.act3international.com.sg/theatre_ericcarle2008.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Act 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; has adapted 3 of his stories into theatre plays! I was lucky to find a copy of said title in Times Bookshop and I had a read. Interesting. It teaches days of the week, life cycle of a butterfly and nutrition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258159257279386434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SPi7_E6R00I/AAAAAAAAAs0/DBQkAcWq114/s320/Project05.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A caterpillar made from egg carton that my girl brought home today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Riding on the theme, I printed some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dltk-teach.com/books/hungrycaterpillar/sequencing.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;story sequencing cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coloring.ws/butterfly1.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;butterfly colouring pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, borrowed a book on butterfly and rewatched Little Einsteins Our Huge Adventure. Butterflies overwhelming? Not really. These activites were spread over 1 week. The last I want is for Rynae to have butterflies in her stomach! Hee hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258162862674238546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SPi_Q8DZXFI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EgoqLF1kYZU/s400/CreateWizard0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is another interesting feature about this colourful insect that I want Rynae to learn and which none of the materials above taught about, is that butterfly wings are symmetrical, meaning that the colours on a wing are reflected onto the other, like in a mirror. She digested this information well and I'm so glad when she showed her understanding in the butterfly colouring pages that I printed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-4882845523407198923?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/4882845523407198923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=4882845523407198923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4882845523407198923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4882845523407198923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-hungry-caterpillar.html' title='The Very Hungry Caterpillar'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SPi7_E6R00I/AAAAAAAAAs0/DBQkAcWq114/s72-c/Project05.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-520026282575665986</id><published>2008-10-11T20:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:36:45.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SPGdEGPcQtI/AAAAAAAAAsk/cEsyWucwENE/s1600-h/IMG_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256154933838496466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SPGdEGPcQtI/AAAAAAAAAsk/cEsyWucwENE/s400/IMG_0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ST's Mind Your Body recently recommended a sex education book for ages 3 to 6 years old and I managed to loan a copy from NLB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Amazing-You-Getting-Smart-Private/dp/0525473890"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amazing You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is a guide to body awareness catered for preschoolers. It presents clear and age-appropriate information about reproduction, birth and the difference between girls' and boys' bodies without explicit and vulgar vocabulary or illustrations. However, there were some biological terms like labia, urethra and scrotum which perhaps the older children might understand, not for Rynae now though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My girl wasn't too attracted to the contents and reviewed that she actually dislikes it! She was in full denial when I told her that her body will change as she grows and as she enters adolescence. Before I could finish the book, she already freak out and ran away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-520026282575665986?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/520026282575665986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=520026282575665986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/520026282575665986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/520026282575665986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/10/sex-education.html' title='Sex Education'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SPGdEGPcQtI/AAAAAAAAAsk/cEsyWucwENE/s72-c/IMG_0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2297214265755034589</id><published>2008-10-06T16:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:28:24.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridge Magnets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOxgzAQrzuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/3PSvf2flQuY/s1600-h/Project01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254681294594100962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOxgzAQrzuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/3PSvf2flQuY/s400/Project01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Out of impulse, I bought a pack of clay while browsing in a bookstore one day. I really wanna make something durable out of it. But what? It took me several days to make up my mind. Ok set! Fridge magnets it shall be! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae has never toyed with clay before and her first comments about the craft material was that it is heavy and cold. Excellent! Now she knows the difference in texture between home-made doh, commercial doh and japanese soft clay. Maybe I'll let her try plasticine next. The magnets are actually quite easy to make and here's how we did it:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mould clays with a fruit-shape ice maker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trim off the extra clays from the edges and leave to dry for a few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Colour with acrylic paint and leave to dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Glue magnets to the back of each fruit shape clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lastly, take lots of photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rynae couldn't mould any decent looking fruit-shape clay and I did most of the job then. Good effort there though. Her contribution came when it was time to coat the clays. Being an impatient and non-meticulous person as she always is, she brushed each piece with 1 homogeneous colour and to her, her job is done as long as the clay pieces get a decent amount of paint on them. No thought of esthetics here. Of course Mummy has to do the touch up because there were white patches everywhere! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Besides being Rynae's first clay encounter, it is also Mummy's first attempt in using acrylic paint. I wanted to use this paint because it is fast drying and I need not have to give the clays another varnishing top coat. If you're aware, acrylic paints can be quite costly and this is also one of the reasons why my completion date was pushed back because I do not have the time for purchasing at Bras Basah's ArtFriend. I call myself lucky when I found a box of 6 acrylic colours in Daiso. S$2 only! With these colours, I can concoct more crafts to paint now. And I know what I'm gonna do next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PEBBLES PAINTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2297214265755034589?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2297214265755034589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2297214265755034589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2297214265755034589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2297214265755034589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/10/fridge-magnets.html' title='Fridge Magnets'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOxgzAQrzuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/3PSvf2flQuY/s72-c/Project01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-1502556465858788108</id><published>2008-10-06T16:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:39:24.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poster Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOnOEZfnnvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/EpCN6KzNe4c/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_34358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253957015262699250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOnOEZfnnvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/EpCN6KzNe4c/s320/PhotoFunia_34358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253956905770717426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOnN-BmskPI/AAAAAAAAArs/i7HQLImmBTU/s320/PhotoFunia_369c6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253956789520761826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOnN3QijA-I/AAAAAAAAArk/wnMIzI61hpM/s320/PhotoFunia_2b750.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOnL3SmhRyI/AAAAAAAAArc/EGBHUNU0qng/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_369c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did you catch Rynae in the news recently? She's been talent spotted and is now a renowned poster girl! Her photos are everywhere! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I'm just pulling your leg. I came across an interesting website that can digitally image faces onto pre-shot pictures. It's really fun! Wanna check it out too? Alrite... I'll share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www2.photofunia.com/"&gt;Photofunia&lt;/a&gt; and try it out yourself. Go on. You'll find yourself ironically on a model's outfit, on Vogue's cover page and on Angelina Jolie's t-shirt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-1502556465858788108?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/1502556465858788108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=1502556465858788108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1502556465858788108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/1502556465858788108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/10/poster-girl.html' title='Poster Girl'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOnOEZfnnvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/EpCN6KzNe4c/s72-c/PhotoFunia_34358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-2810093260577369593</id><published>2008-10-04T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:27:21.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explorers In the East</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOnJPPW5ZnI/AAAAAAAAArM/-IML_40QdN4/s1600-h/P1010700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253951703962183282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOnJPPW5ZnI/AAAAAAAAArM/-IML_40QdN4/s320/P1010700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After sending Asher to his first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shichidamethod.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shichida Method&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; enrichment class, San Yi and us drove to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.downtowneast.com.sg/dining/leisure.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E!Hub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; at Downtown East. The entertainment centre has been opened for months but none of us has visited it! On approaching the venue, we were awed by its Cadbury branded Ferris Wheel near its main entrance. This place sure looks fun! We hurried in to check out its ticket price. Our jaws dropped when we heard its charges. $6.50 for 4 min ride! That means it costs $1.625 per min. God! Even more expensive than Singapore Flyer which costs only $0.983 per min! I'd rather splurge the money on the observation wheel which offers more aerial and breathtaking views. I wanted to send Rynae to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explorerkid.com/index/index.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Explorer Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; but was also turned off by its steep ticket pricing. $22/child/entry/hour and each adult has to pay $1.50 to get in. I refuse to succumb to this extortion. We didn't stay long there as there simply wasn't much to entertain us. How could such a place sustain if there isn't interest and human crowd? I'll bet with my last dollar that the tenants' accounts will be seeing red soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We thought of settling dinner at the nearby Fisherman's Village. As it was still early, we allowed Rynae to play in the sandy children's playground and also had a short walk on the beach. Our growling stomach hurried us to fill it up hence we began our search for the Fisherman's Village, which all of us haven't gone for years. After half an hour of futile search, we still couldn't locate it. Six sense told us that it has been demolished. Indeed it is! We finally found a location map which has the spot 'Fisherman's Village' blanco off. When did this happen and where was the publicity? None of us had a clue. All of us were famished then and we make do with a seaside restuarant, &lt;em&gt;Summer Breeze&lt;/em&gt;. Their food's not too bad. The whole day out has tired Rynae, who fell asleep in the car... all the way to the next morning, without a bath. *Yucks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-2810093260577369593?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/2810093260577369593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=2810093260577369593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2810093260577369593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/2810093260577369593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/10/explorers-in-east.html' title='Explorers In the East'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOnJPPW5ZnI/AAAAAAAAArM/-IML_40QdN4/s72-c/P1010700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-4105012336421986201</id><published>2008-10-01T21:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:12:15.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOYhpGgBRLI/AAAAAAAAArE/x8QaIPfuzc4/s1600-h/CreateWizard0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252923005377529010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOYhpGgBRLI/AAAAAAAAArE/x8QaIPfuzc4/s400/CreateWizard0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Children's Day this year is eventful. It not only coincides with Hari Raya, it is also the day to burn bigger holes in our pockets as SBS increased their fares by 4 cts, SPH increased their prices for some of its newspaper and electricity tariffs increased by 22%. Yes! All on 1st October! What fortuitous timing huh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To &lt;em&gt;'celebrate'&lt;/em&gt; this all-in-one day, we brought our star-of-the-day to Vivo City for some outdoor fun at the children's playground and pool at the sky garden. The weather was wonderful! It was windy and cloudy but the sky's not the least gloomy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next pit stop was the Merlion. It was the first time Rynae got introduced to this national icon and from then on, she never stop talking about it. Our friend even spat the water forcefully when she brushed her teeth, mimicking the Merlion! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-4105012336421986201?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/4105012336421986201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=4105012336421986201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4105012336421986201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4105012336421986201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/10/children-day-celebration.html' title='Children Day Celebration'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOYhpGgBRLI/AAAAAAAAArE/x8QaIPfuzc4/s72-c/CreateWizard0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-6207305278384979055</id><published>2008-09-30T09:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:44:19.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Day in School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOQk1g3Uj1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/ZIAGY-gxFMk/s1600-h/CIMG1391A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252363567194476370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOQk1g3Uj1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/ZIAGY-gxFMk/s400/CIMG1391A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banzai&lt;/em&gt;! Rynae's school is having a Children's Day celebration today and kids are encouraged to wear party or ethnic clothes. Mummy borrowed a &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yukata"&gt;Yukata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;Da Yi&lt;/em&gt; so as to dress Rynae up as a (counterfeit) &lt;em&gt;Nihonjin&lt;/em&gt;. Isn't she cute? Our party-goer came back with 2 bags of goodies - 1 with lots of tidbits and the other with gifts. There were gifts from Teacher Meena, Teacher Dila, a cup from Vitagen, a book of stickers and a souvenir mug with tooth brush and towel from the school! What a happy, fruitful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-6207305278384979055?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/6207305278384979055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=6207305278384979055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6207305278384979055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6207305278384979055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/09/childrens-day-in-school.html' title='Children&apos;s Day in School'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SOQk1g3Uj1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/ZIAGY-gxFMk/s72-c/CIMG1391A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-8205206028393778006</id><published>2008-09-27T21:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:13:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Organic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SN-dEdhGbNI/AAAAAAAAAqs/s91gSDzx2Bw/s1600-h/Project01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251088390505786578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SN-dEdhGbNI/AAAAAAAAAqs/s91gSDzx2Bw/s320/Project01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently, grandma's been supplying me with organic spinach bought from &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Yong Xu Organic Enterprise &lt;/span&gt;in Chong Pang market. I found out that this stall's actually pretty famous amongst north-landers! Several of the people I spoke to has or is still buying from this stall. Few days back, on my way to a hair salon, I passed by an organic shop in Yishun central. It is actually the main retail shop of the mentioned organic enterprise! Who would expect an organic shop in a neighbourhood? Of course I set my foot inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I looked around the shop particularly for suitable (and less dear) food and tidbits for Rynae. Many were expensive and I felt the pinch. Organic food, though safer and better for health, are also known for its cut throat prices. Unless one has deep pockets, one cannot afford to go full organic. There were 2 items that I went home with and I'm definitely going back to replenish. They're the brown rice cheese rings ($2) and the chocolate soymilk ($1.50) that tasted just like chocolate milk. Both were yummilicious and our friend love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In case you're interested, here's its addresses. No worries. I aren't gonna get paid commission for introducing you there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Blk 921 Yishun Central 1 #01-257 S760921 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;6481 5508&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Branch (close on Mon):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Blk 104 Yishun Ring Road #01-29 S760104&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;67574578&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-8205206028393778006?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/8205206028393778006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=8205206028393778006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8205206028393778006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/8205206028393778006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/09/going-organic.html' title='Going Organic'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SN-dEdhGbNI/AAAAAAAAAqs/s91gSDzx2Bw/s72-c/Project01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3077979638763279403</id><published>2008-09-25T15:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:38:33.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Play Doh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNs4Fsv4k5I/AAAAAAAAAqU/f9iKWt95AL8/s1600-h/Untitled-TrueColor-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249851461192946578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNs4Fsv4k5I/AAAAAAAAAqU/f9iKWt95AL8/s320/Untitled-TrueColor-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our friend has been requesting me to buy Play-Doh for her for the longest time but I wasn't too keen to get her one. Honestly, I don't really like playing with Play-Doh as it has a pungent smell, can be messy and it also irks me to see the nice colours get mixed together. Not only that. The &lt;em&gt;dohs&lt;/em&gt; get stuck in my nails and it's as uncomfortable as... as G-string in the butt-crack! All said, I did eventually get her one during recent Metro's 20% storewide sales. It wasn't so smelly as what I remembered it to be. Its texture was also much smoother and nicer to the touch now. The set came with 2 &lt;em&gt;doh&lt;/em&gt; colours - blue and yellow. It was another educational activity for Rynae to learn colour mixing as she got green (accidentally) from mixing the 2 colours! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3077979638763279403?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3077979638763279403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3077979638763279403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3077979638763279403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3077979638763279403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-play-doh.html' title='First Play Doh'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNs4Fsv4k5I/AAAAAAAAAqU/f9iKWt95AL8/s72-c/Untitled-TrueColor-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-3095290766145239893</id><published>2008-09-24T09:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:15:15.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNtE-X3xajI/AAAAAAAAAqc/0xNai4da_Lo/s1600-h/Project00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249865628980963890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNtE-X3xajI/AAAAAAAAAqc/0xNai4da_Lo/s400/Project00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The most common thing that people comment about a child is his or her resemblance - looks more like mummy or more like daddy. I've hence heard countless remarks but have no consensus todate. Some said Rynae looks like daddy, some said like me and others said she has her own look. I came to know of &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/look-alike-meter"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MyHeritage Look-alike Meter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that claims to use state-of-the-art face recognition technology to determine the resemblance of a child. Out of curiosity, I gave the 'test' a shot. Waiting for the result was like waiting for quick pick - kinda hopeful and anxious. The first outcome announced that she looks more like me by 22%! Unbelieving its technolody, I ran it twice. This time using a different set of pictures. Still, it claimed that she looks like me by 10%. Somehow true I agree because I do see some resemblance of me and her. She's lucky to inherit some of my beauty! Wahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-3095290766145239893?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/3095290766145239893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=3095290766145239893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3095290766145239893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/3095290766145239893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/09/looks-like-who.html' title='Looks like who?'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNtE-X3xajI/AAAAAAAAAqc/0xNai4da_Lo/s72-c/Project00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-7523095311844853968</id><published>2008-09-23T21:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:11:06.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Melamine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNjrkhjkKjI/AAAAAAAAAqM/KMzt6FCcE7s/s1600-h/CIMG1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249204378415671858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNjrkhjkKjI/AAAAAAAAAqM/KMzt6FCcE7s/s320/CIMG1363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The dust hardly settled after appalling the world with its shoddy tyres and lead-contaminated toys and now China has got into another tainted milk scandal. Like many others, Mummy combed the fridge and cupboard, study all labels and threw away suspicious food products made from China that has milk as an ingredient. Not many luckily. Well, they might not be dairy products but I'm not taking any chances! Rynae loves Vitasoy and she'll have to live without it for a while... all thanks to Sanlu! God bless the sick children speedy recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-7523095311844853968?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/7523095311844853968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=7523095311844853968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7523095311844853968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/7523095311844853968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-melamine.html' title='Got Melamine?'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNjrkhjkKjI/AAAAAAAAAqM/KMzt6FCcE7s/s72-c/CIMG1363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-4632451528228872175</id><published>2008-09-19T16:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:49:43.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY Pencil Holder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNPEuvIsDVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ULifh0N9p5E/s1600-h/Project00.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247754298022694226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNPEuvIsDVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ULifh0N9p5E/s400/Project00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Using toilet rolls to make pencil holder is not a novelty and you could have done it in your younger days too. It is almost inevitable to produce one when your child starts owning stationeries. So, we make ours this afternoon - just a simple structure that serves its purpose of keeping her writing materials in place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-4632451528228872175?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/4632451528228872175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=4632451528228872175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4632451528228872175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/4632451528228872175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/09/diy-pencil-holder.html' title='DIY Pencil Holder'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNPEuvIsDVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ULifh0N9p5E/s72-c/Project00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36746532.post-6239542915061754769</id><published>2008-09-18T23:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:54:13.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting on Tangram</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNNi5L7DXQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/xUsUeNbyD9w/s1600-h/CIMG1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247646725409299714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNNi5L7DXQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/xUsUeNbyD9w/s400/CIMG1326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went back to Kiddy Palace to grab a box of tangram (SP $4.90) after thinking about it for several days. I have no intention to purchase it at first because I reckon Rynae would be able to form many figures creatively at this age. Furthermore, the suitability of this game, as written on the box is for ages 5 and up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After mooting about the usability of it, I decided to give the game rule a twist by copying some easy figures onto pieces of paper and ask Rynae to try to solve the puzzles with the tangrams instead. That'll bring the difficulty level down yet serving its brain drilling purpose. She requested for help to complete some parts of the figures but also did manage to fit some herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36746532-6239542915061754769?l=ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/feeds/6239542915061754769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36746532&amp;postID=6239542915061754769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6239542915061754769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36746532/posts/default/6239542915061754769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyjunkmail.blogspot.com/2008/09/starting-on-tangram.html' title='Starting on Tangram'/><author><name>Dashing Mama</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2E_BYHNojSY/SNNi5L7DXQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/xUsUeNbyD9w/s72-c/CIMG1326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
