<?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-4875875664597855423</id><updated>2011-09-29T05:06:42.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥Good Life Starts Only When You Stop Wanting A Better One.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-3096898099435839012</id><published>2011-04-03T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:01:00.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Received a very bad news today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle had pass away.. It happened all too sudden, without any warning.&lt;br /&gt;He pass on peacefully in his sleep, at the age of 52. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 2 days leave and left for Malaysia to attend his funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大舅，Why did you left us so early? Your sudden passing left everyone dumfounded and heartbroken. Especially your parents and family. I'm sorry that I couldn't send you off your last journey, I'm guilty for not visiting you often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your passing made me realised how fragile life is... 珍惜眼前人。Cherish the ones you loved before they are gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking of you and I'm still trying to digest the fact that you are gone... just like that. I am still very stunned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the next time I visit you would be in the memorial park instead of you in person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just so unpredictable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大舅，一路走好。。。永远怀念。 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be missed by us... R.I.P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-3096898099435839012?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/3096898099435839012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2011/04/received-very-bad-news-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3096898099435839012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3096898099435839012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2011/04/received-very-bad-news-today.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-4658230080538530460</id><published>2011-01-01T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:25:14.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjChlmpD0g/TR7IvStukdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1gmQczM4Kh4/s1600/tumblr_lar58wiRC11qe8itgo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557099705024811474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjChlmpD0g/TR7IvStukdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1gmQczM4Kh4/s320/tumblr_lar58wiRC11qe8itgo1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-4658230080538530460?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/4658230080538530460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4658230080538530460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4658230080538530460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjChlmpD0g/TR7IvStukdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1gmQczM4Kh4/s72-c/tumblr_lar58wiRC11qe8itgo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-3960926385520302431</id><published>2010-12-31T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:42:12.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye 2010, Hello 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 481px; HEIGHT: 163px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/tumblr_ldou0gyWJV1qb725jo1_500.jpg" width="440" height="148" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish all a Happy New Year. May the year 2011 be a good year ahead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye, my little bubble has turned 20 months old, turning 2 years old in 4 months time. Time pass by faster than you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye, I've been working for 2 months. Work wise, so far so good and I hope this can be my permanent job. Everything was fine... except for some issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 415px; HEIGHT: 288px" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h212/keybop/ba.jpg" width="487" height="366" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the year 2011 will be a better year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-3960926385520302431?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/3960926385520302431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/12/bye-bye-2010-hello-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3960926385520302431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3960926385520302431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/12/bye-bye-2010-hello-2011.html' title='Bye Bye 2010, Hello 2011!'/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-7864845415607617791</id><published>2010-12-20T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:00:33.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAN YOU JUST FUCKING STOP YAKKING NON-STOP?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T YOU JUST STOP?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO CURSE AND SWEAR AT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DIDN'T START OPENING YOUR MOUTH, NONE OF THESE SHIT WILL START!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP PUSHING THE BLAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALWAYS YOU AND YOUR MOUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHOULD FUCKING REFLECT ON YOURSELF TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING ANGRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-7864845415607617791?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/7864845415607617791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-you-just-fucking-stop-yakking-non.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7864845415607617791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7864845415607617791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-you-just-fucking-stop-yakking-non.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-2651580042780050171</id><published>2010-11-21T02:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T03:25:00.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't blog for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am working during the day and have to attend to my little bubble at night. By the time he went to bed, I am so wiped out that I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping time is very precious for me now, or else I will doze off in front of the pc during work. I cannot afford to stay up late like how I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my little bubble went to childcare, he had lost weight and to make things worst, he refused to drink milk from the bottle. But he still doesn't know how to use a cup yet. Had to spoon feed him, and it's very tiring and requires alot of patience. Imagine I have to spoon feed 240ml of milk to him one mouthful at a time. It's no joke man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his temper had become so bad and keep throwing tantrum. The way he throws tantrum is totally like a spoiled child, especially when he was at Granny's house. That's beside the point, what I'm worry the most is that he is too stress, as in he is still young and going to childcare he will thought that we dump him and he suppress his feelings and and when he's home, he vent all his unhappiness by throwing tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is super sticky to Aunty Mama and me now, always wanted us to carry him. He used to love walking around when we went downstairs but not now. Alot of things changed ever since he went to childcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering is it too early to enrol him? Is it too hard for him? But 工作不等人, job offer came first, if not I will probably wait till he is older then enrol him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor boy, lost so much weight and always so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's always pros and cons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros are he is learning to self feed, knows how to interact/play with the neighbour's kids(though he still doesn't know how to talk yet), hands dirty must wash. I can't say he is independent yet but at least he did learn something, like when his bottle drop he wil pick it up and put it on the table; open the cupboard; and close it before he went off; sometimes even keep his toys when we asked him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons are get sick easily; meal time(if refuse to eat, that's your problem kind)teachers there are not like us, plenty of time to coax and coax them to eat; cry, just let them cry; nap time, they have timing, when time is up have to wake up. Not like when at home, can sleep longer, that's why he always so tired when he came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so heartbreaking to see him in childcare, he was the youngest in toddler class and alone without his family, like so damn poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sigh] Hope he will get used to it asap. My concern now was how to make him drink milk once again? How to make him gain his weight back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor little bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/img-thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-2651580042780050171?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/2651580042780050171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/11/didnt-blog-for-quite-some-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2651580042780050171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2651580042780050171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/11/didnt-blog-for-quite-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-3201795533634987296</id><published>2010-11-09T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:18:44.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took off today to look after B.Bee, he is down with mild fever, cough and flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His flu was so bad that he was having running nose and watery eyes, as if he was crying. At times, he even teared. Had a hard time sleeping too as he doesn't want to lie down, blocked nose is giving him a hard time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he didn't went to childcare for two days and Mummy couldn't take any more off days so I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of childcare, so far so good. Class is small and I hope it will stay this way, B.Bee is the youngest in toddler class. But the only problem is he doesn't want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he is still not use to the food given, they gave him rice. Omg, he haven't even started having rice at home, haha. But when they gave him porridge, he finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope he will recover soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-3201795533634987296?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/3201795533634987296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/11/took-off-today-to-look-after-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3201795533634987296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3201795533634987296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/11/took-off-today-to-look-after-b.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8454693851929444024</id><published>2010-10-27T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:06:26.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started work on Monday, and today was my third day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and sleepy. So much so that I KO almost immediately, after B.Bee was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always nearly dozed off in front of the pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the third day, many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Cuiwen won't kill me, I've got serious short term memory loss. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she almost did, today. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.Bee will be going to childcare this coming Monday. I am kinda worried, and 舍不得。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried that he will be "sticky" to me anymore since I am working now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he will still be. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child is a bell of mindfulness, reminding us how wonderful life is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8454693851929444024?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8454693851929444024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/10/started-work-on-monday-and-today-was-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8454693851929444024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8454693851929444024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/10/started-work-on-monday-and-today-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-2246156200399422223</id><published>2010-10-24T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:25:13.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have carried human lives inside my body.&lt;br /&gt;I have comforted my babies on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;I have been puked, peed &amp;amp; pooped on.&lt;br /&gt;I've woken up to a hungry baby &amp;amp; stayed up all night with a sick baby,&lt;br /&gt;but I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;My body isn't magazine perfect,&lt;br /&gt;but when I look in the mirror I see a Mother and there is no greater honor or blessing.&lt;br /&gt;*Make this your status if you are proud to be a mom.* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of being a stay-at-home mom.&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-2246156200399422223?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/2246156200399422223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-carried-human-lives-inside-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2246156200399422223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2246156200399422223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-carried-human-lives-inside-my.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-4530607854905841848</id><published>2010-10-19T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T03:33:42.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather is so freaking, ridiculously hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says we will only burn in hell? This is living hell already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this "prediction" saying that the world is coming to an end in 2012. Er... ok.. whatever. Hmm... I recalled when I was in Secondary 2, there's also this rumor going on saying that the world will end on that very year. But it is 2010 now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job as a stay-at-home-mum is going to end soon, with effect from 251010. Boy! Am I going to hate this! But, there's no other choice. For the sake of my B.Bee, I have to work unless money fell from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww~ I can't bear to leave my B.Bee for so many hours. I love being with him 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people always commented that how much they envy me for being able to stay at home looking after my child, soon or should I say now, it's my turn to envy other stay-at-home-mums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air-con is the best invention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-4530607854905841848?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/4530607854905841848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/10/weather-is-so-freaking-ridiculously-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4530607854905841848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4530607854905841848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/10/weather-is-so-freaking-ridiculously-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-7555360208734495785</id><published>2010-10-16T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T17:54:33.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been so lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I have been feeling very tired ever since I came back from Malaysia. (Went for a short trip last Saturday and came back on Sunday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit my maternal grandparents and boy! they were so happy to see B.Bee, so much so that when we are back to Sg, Grandpa called and asked Mummy to bring B.Bee back to visit when she's free. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a "delicious" trip, ate so much yummy food there, including my Aunt's cooking. I love the foods in Malaysia, I think it suits my tastebuds more; Singapore do have yummy foods too, but you see, some foods in Malaysia cannot be found in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did something I regretted so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought B.Bee for a haircut, and I shouldn't have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer him with longer hair, and now his hair are so short! Because alot of people had been bugging me to bring him for a haircut, I objected initially and finally succumb to it because the weather is so humid I don't want him to feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still think that I shouldn't have brought him to the salon! I am praying for his hair to grow back faster; back to the long and curly hair. But of course, not too long lah. Long enough to look handsome, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tonight's dinner! [Drools]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-7555360208734495785?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/7555360208734495785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-been-so-lazy-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7555360208734495785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7555360208734495785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-been-so-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-3148385822607353565</id><published>2010-10-06T22:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T04:49:52.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;290910&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Happy 17 Months Old, Bumble Bee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sentosa with HL, SY and her precious Cookie.&lt;br /&gt;Cookie is so cute, curious of the waves but is afraid of it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So cute and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to Holland V for lunch and brought Cookie there for her grooming session. While waiting for Cookie, we went to B....(forgotten what's the name) for lunch, Coldrock for ice-cream and Coffee Bean to slack. Saw a damn adorable caucasian baby! Aww~ very cute, k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Cookie was done with the grooming, all of us headed home. Tired to the max! My eyes are literally closing while waiting for bus, if I were to lie down on the floor I can just doze off anytime. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I reached home was to hug my B.Bee, miss him so much! And I got sun burned, luckily it was a mild one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;061010&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to City Square in JB after *he knock off from work.&lt;br /&gt;Catch the 6pm train... Because we reached to train station at the very last minute, and thus we have to hurry up=run. I am not sure if the lady at the ticketing counter was as "gan jiong" as us, so much so that she issued us the ticket for meant for one person. Best part was, the man at the gate checked our ticket and even let us in without even noticing. So, it was obvious he was not paying attention, hahaha. And we only noticed it when we boarded the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit I was pretty worried; from what I remembered, there will be a station controller(?) who will walk through the aisle checking tickets. Fyi, I have not been taking train to Malaysia for eons years already. But apparently, time has changed. It was not how it was used to be~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, call me "sua gu", this is the first time I went "overseas" by myself, not with parents/family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached JB station at 7pm, and the last train leaving for Singapore is at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, we have to rush.&lt;br /&gt;I was rather surprise at the mall, it was somewhat like the shopping malls in Singapore on the first few levels. With shops like Etude House, The Face Shop, Jean Yip, Popular, etc. On the upper levels, there are much more like Bugis Street.&lt;br /&gt;So different from what I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;Had our dinner there and shop around. Due to very limited time we have, we just browsed through the shops and in the end we only bought some blings, a pair of shorts for me and two packets of tapioca chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will visit again next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I log in to Fb and randomly came across this person's profile. Not too long ago, I came across a young Malaysian girl who had a seven months old son. This poor boy was born with complex heart disease, and was always in and out of the hospital. If I'm not wrong, they wanted to send him to Singapore for treatment but doesn't have the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, she was asking for donations from all the kind souls. Many kind souls did made donations and supported her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly and unfortunately, this little baby had pass away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are choking with tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cannot believe what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do not even know her and have no connections with her whatsoever, but I can understand how she felt because I am a Mother too. Looking at the baby's photos, with tubes all over him, and being push to the operating theatre; my heart ached. I really don't understand why such an adorable and innocent baby have to go through all these sufferings? I cannot stand it when I see babies/children suffering all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From photos of him smiling happily to photos of him looking so lifeless... I don't know, but I felt so sad and heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young mummy posted these on her wall and comments:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“xiao bulu你喝Milk'milk了吗？自己会洗奶瓶吗？自己会冲奶吗？ 自己会换衣换Pampers吗？自己没有音乐会睡觉吗？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“希望他快点找到天使照顾好他&lt;br /&gt;哄他睡觉&lt;br /&gt;他很坏蛋，有时还要现看小叮当，不然就一定要听很大声的音乐&lt;br /&gt;我自己都受不了，&lt;br /&gt;不知道他现在怎样了？以前还每次骂他半夜喝什么奶，我很累还要冲奶喂你&lt;br /&gt;...，现在有得睡，却想要做这些事！&lt;br /&gt;我真的是皮痒”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我有吃&lt;br /&gt;老大，我真的很想他&lt;br /&gt;我很累很想睡，一闭上眼睛看到的是黑色嘴唇冷冷一动也不动的他&lt;br /&gt;身上还粘着死亡证明&lt;br /&gt;真的很辛苦… ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one not be sad upon reading all these? Unless the person's heart is made of stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I can post this, but my heart goes out to this young mummy. I hope she will stay strong. I am sure her little boy is surrounded by angels now, or maybe it's heaven's will, at least he doesn't have to go through all these sufferings anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-3148385822607353565?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/3148385822607353565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/10/290910-happy-17-months-old-bumble-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3148385822607353565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3148385822607353565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/10/290910-happy-17-months-old-bumble-bee.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-4864786226068226884</id><published>2010-09-27T20:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T02:35:39.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the job interview today, and they asked me to wait for their call. Mummy and B.Bee accompanied me there, and waited for me downstairs. After the interview, I went down and B.Bee was so happy to see me; He wanted me to carry him and he kissed me! Aww~ I was mad happy, k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, thinking of working really makes me moodless. Because it also means that I will have to spent less time with B.Bee and I will not be the one looking after him 24/7. I'm very afraid that he won't be as "sticky" to me as present. But I have no other choice, for the sake of him and CPF, I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told Mummy on our bus ride back, if this interview was a success; I will work hard, for the sake of B.Bee and I will not let some selfish people look down on &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt;us. Who once said we are selfish to bring B.Bee to this world to suffer. I will prove them fuckers wrong(Yes, I will prove you wrong, you suckers!), and I am very glad that &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt;we did not listen to them and forsake my B.Bee, and I never regret. People who know my story will know who am I talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to my family for supporting &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt;us, if it weren't for them &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt;we wouldn't be where we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned earlier that B.Bee knows how to say “要”right? Now he pronounced it as "yao zi", something like that. [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent updates on him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He learnt how to say "eyes(arsh)"; "nose(noo)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we say "Mummy beat beat", he will beat his arm; when he wants me &lt;s&gt;desperately&lt;/s&gt;, he will &lt;s&gt;scream&lt;/s&gt; call:"Mama mamama~".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, he knew alot of things, like who is Mummy, etc. Knew where we keep the mattress(he loves mattress!); loves to play with brooms, mops, dustpan and feather duster; loves to play with stools, overturn and step on it repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, he imitates how Granny walks! I don't know weather to laugh or cry, so mischievous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember already, because I am rather sleepy now. I will update when I remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yawns]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-4864786226068226884?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/4864786226068226884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-i-went-for-job-interview-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4864786226068226884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4864786226068226884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-i-went-for-job-interview-today.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-4141551833823496457</id><published>2010-09-22T03:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T03:02:36.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>中秋节快乐！</title><content type='html'>Wishing everyone 中秋节快乐！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Tiong Bahru plaza with Sissy to get B.Bee his lantern. So sad, I wanted a bumble bee design which I have been eyeing; but it was oos. The other designs were either too "girly" or not nice; so, got him a helicopter one instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best part, of all the stocks; we got a "lao hong" one. Wtf, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.Bee's first lantern is a "lao hong" one. I used all my might to blow, and it deflated within a minute. Used a scotch tape to tape up the tiny hole, but it will still deflate albeit it took longer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will bring B.Bee down to "play" with his lantern like, later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered a bee bag for my B.Bee, courtesy of Sissy. Thanks! B.Bee have a bee costume, and a bee bag on the way; if only the bee lantern was available...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my not-so-little bumble bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Updated ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is the most boring Mid Atumn to me, brought B.Bee down but there's nobody at the playground; might be due to the rain earlier, everywhere was wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally don't have the 气氛. Did not take photos too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, you will see children holding their lanterns running and screaming around the void deck, while some will be lighting all the candles and stick it on the floor. I'm no exception. Or maybe there will be some celebrations going on in the CC; It was indeed very 热闹then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.Bee have two lanterns, one is the "lao hong" one; and Aunty Mama bought him another. He keep shaking and throwing the lanterns on the floor. So, it doesn't matter if the lanterns are "lao hong" or not. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.Bee spoke his first mandarin word today which really caught all of us by surprise. Mummy was asking me and I replied her, then B.Bee repeated after me. It goes like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy:“你要不要冲凉？”&lt;br /&gt;Me:“要(4)。”&lt;br /&gt;B.Bee:“要(2)。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and I was looking at each other with a very surprised look on our face. Although he couldn't pronounce it accurately(I don't know the way he pronounce it), but it was a huge improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was playing with him in the afternoon, I tickled him. I put my fingers in my mouth and says "Orhhhh" then tickled his body saying "Ki ki ki ki ki". Of course, he imitates me except that instead of tickling me, he tickled himself. [Laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All babies at this stage are intelligent, their brain is like a sponge; they absorp faster than you can imagine. You only need to teach them once, and they will get it within five minutes; of course the first few times they might not get things right, but you know they are getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, they loves to imitate. Like now, I have to brush my teeth infront of B.Bee so that he will open his mouth willingly to let me brush his. B.Bee imitates how Granny exercise; how I push the table; how Daddy pushes out his dentures, B.Bee doesn't have one so he sticks out his tongue[LOL]; imitating some advertisements, so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows where are his head; mouth; ears; eyes; nose and himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows where's the dustbin and knows how/where the throw the rubbish. Eg, I asked him to throw the diaper(not poo poo one), he will hold my hand and lead me to the dustbin and throw. Likewise, same goes to his dirtied clothes. But of course, not into the dustbin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more, but I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040512.jpg" width="240" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040558.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040541.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P100922001.jpg" width="320" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/Photo0903-1.jpg" width="240" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I farted on Sissy's face on Mummy's birthday; B.Bee farted on mine today. -______-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-4141551833823496457?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/4141551833823496457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4141551833823496457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4141551833823496457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='中秋节快乐！'/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8583991036443854954</id><published>2010-09-16T03:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T04:18:53.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Great World City at the last minute, with Mummy and B.Bee. Meeting Aunty Mama and Cuiwen there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been there for like, ages! I don't know if I'm there late or what, but it seems quiet to the extend that I can let my B.Bee run about with ease. And he is very happy to be able to do that, always thought that we are chasing him; and runs away screaming with excitement. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuiwen bought me a gel eyeliner from Maybeline, shall try it one day. Thanks, Cuiwen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around, bought yogurt then Daddy came to fetch us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Mama accidentally hit her leg against the chair, it was pretty painful and she was limping. B.Bee was walking behind her, and suddenly he walk like as if his legs went wobbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy and Second Aunt thought that something had happen to him and got worried. Sissy immediately went over to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually nothing happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just imitating Aunty Mama walking with a limp. [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it really surprise me how fast a baby/toddler is progressing; sometimes I find myself couldn't keep up or remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I asked him to take out his socks and he did; something which I didn't expect him to know. I guess he knew alot of things but just couldn't/dont want to speak yet, which to some people is rather slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe he will speak when he is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgotten, went for a late lunch at food court. I ordered Thai food, upon seeing my food, B.Bee went:" Maaaaaa-meeeeeeeeeeeee~" "Mummm- mumm~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and I look at each other in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bumble bee, as in those cute cartoons; not the real one. I love four leaves clover, not only it is pretty; it brings luck too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8583991036443854954?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8583991036443854954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-world-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8583991036443854954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8583991036443854954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-world-city.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-6169343149283475850</id><published>2010-09-12T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T03:21:54.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fidgets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brought B.Bee to Fidgets with *him, the place is kind of &lt;em&gt;ulu&lt;/em&gt;. Not much photos though, because we were busy "playing" too. [laughs] As what he said, I am the one feeling more excited than B.Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.Bee fell asleep when we are on the way there, so we went to Giant first. I am so hungry but there's nothing to eat, the restaurants are not open yet. -.- So, we head to Fidgets and just nice, B.Bee was awake; the first thing we did after we enter was to eat first then play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, he had fun; we are tired. At this kind of place, it's good being petite like me! Haha. For *him, is quite a task because *he is tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, it was fun but tiring; old already, no stamina. [laughs] Thinking of bringing him to this kind of indoor playground once in a while, but not sure if I might return there again because the location was rather &lt;em&gt;ulu&lt;/em&gt;. Shall hunt for fun places for tots, I am happy to see B.Bee had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did when we enter, was to eat! Very hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, it's playtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love balls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very stiff and dare not move, notice his expression. [Laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute, the ang moh boy was guilding/helping the other kid up the "ladder".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040467.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only knows how to move backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040469.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decides that getting out of the car and push is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious little one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-6169343149283475850?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/6169343149283475850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/09/fidgets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6169343149283475850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6169343149283475850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/09/fidgets.html' title='Fidgets!'/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-3320999923644638935</id><published>2010-09-09T22:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:53:09.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>B.Bee got himself a blue-black on his left cheekbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bathing him in the evening, he ran out of the room to the living room just behind the sofa; I followed him behind because I want to comb his hair, he was kind of like squatting down with hands on the ground looking for something under the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, I heard a &lt;em&gt;"kok"&lt;/em&gt; sound; he lost his balance, his left face(cheekbone) had hit the floor. Needless to say, he cried very badly but fortunately it was not serious and I managed to calm him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, when we are on the way to fetch Mummy from work; B.Bee was throwing tantrum and squirm here and there, tilt his head backward and knocked his head. Then, a loud cry. Very naughty today. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part was, he poop. So, bought diapers and wet tissue and changed him inside the lorry. Done and went to Eunos to fetch Cuiwen, luckily he fell asleep on the way there and back home at Qt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understands that toddlers will always have a little&lt;em&gt; "accidents"&lt;/em&gt;, bruises and all because they are curious about almost everything and at the start of the walking stage, will always tumbles and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the little &lt;em&gt;"accidents"&lt;/em&gt; my B.Bee had, the worst I think is the one at *his friend's son's birthday chalet. Gosh! that one... my heart skipped a beat, literally. I was kind of traumatised, I saw it with my own eyes that he "flew". Scary~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040261-horz.jpg" width=450&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-3320999923644638935?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/3320999923644638935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/09/b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3320999923644638935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3320999923644638935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/09/b.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-2295283169612387986</id><published>2010-09-06T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T03:15:12.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ikssy knows how to do the actions of wasing hands, hair and brushing teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently, I taught him where his head, eyes, nose, mouth and ears are. But when I asked him, he will only point respectively, may need a little reminder sometimes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was taking a nap on a Sunday afternoon, when Ikssy saw his Ah Gong was sleeping he gets pretty excited, was giggling and standing in front of Daddy, tilting his head and "examine" Daddy sleeping. Then, Dad opened his eyes to peep and close his eyes, Ikssy imitates. [Laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now when we asked him the question "How Ah Gong sleep?" He will close his eyes for like, 1 second. But his action is kind of like "gin-ing" people, sometimes. [Laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Cuiwen brought home to application form for me to fill up, I might be starting work soon if not, at the most by this year if everything went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the things I dread but I've got no choice. For the sake of my son, I'll have to.. even if my heart has sank into the depths of the abyss. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/girly-girl-graphics/thinking_of_you/0957-01-09-2010.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*一切都是为了你。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck those people who always act atas, and look down on people. Who are you to 狗眼看人低？Mind your own fucking business! I believe in karma, and I'll just sit back and see how karma will befalls upon you. I don't believe you can be so proud forever! Pui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-2295283169612387986?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/2295283169612387986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/09/ikssy-knows-how-to-do-actions-of-wasing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2295283169612387986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2295283169612387986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/09/ikssy-knows-how-to-do-actions-of-wasing.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/girly-girl-graphics/thinking_of_you/th_0957-01-09-2010.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8829142979138888490</id><published>2010-08-30T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T04:29:32.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just saw a video on fb, it was about children buried &lt;strong&gt;alive&lt;/strong&gt; in Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk! Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy mentioned it to me a couple of days ago and I remembered telling her that I will not watch it no matter what, because it was very cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But out of curiosity, I clicked "Play"... And I regretted. Yes, curiosity killed the cat and I am the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching a poor boy who got buried, at some point he did try to get out but... [signs] Then next one is a much younger child, but I end the video abrupty halfway because I could not bring myself to continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply affected by the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the children rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, Baby said the word "Dark Dark" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened when he went to my bedroom and the light wasn't on, I told him: "Go outside, the room dark dark". To my surprise, he repeated "Dark dark"! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, recently he has been waking up, like, in the middle of the night crying for me to on the computer. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Baby wants to say "hi" to all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know how to deal with this, hope that it was just a passing phase and not become a habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8829142979138888490?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8829142979138888490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-saw-video-on-fb-it-was-abou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8829142979138888490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8829142979138888490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-saw-video-on-fb-it-was-abou.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8017458924441596801</id><published>2010-08-29T16:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T04:57:29.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img33.glitterfy.com/10249/glitterfy0153503T186D37.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/newquotes1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ikssy is picking thing up real quick, we only taught him once and he knew how to do it in 5 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And, he is very cheeky now; Not to forget, very naughty too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The actions he did was cute and funny, never fail to make us laugh. Like, there's this advertisement shown in channel okto, and one part of the song goes "ahhh~" and now whenever we sings to him till that part, he will "ahhh~" with us. [Laughs]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And when we ask him how does a dog bark, he goes "hum(1)"; How does a cat meow, he goes "niem neim", hahaha. That's his version.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He gets very excited upon seeing balloons, umbrellas, motorcycle, bus, cats, dogs, hamsters, balls, fruits, flowers... etc. Not to forget bubbles, the words he often used.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can time just stop at this moment?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8017458924441596801?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8017458924441596801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8017458924441596801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8017458924441596801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8397202819271184668</id><published>2010-08-28T23:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T04:32:07.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling very heartbroken, guilty and worried... Because I witnessed everything. That scene keep flashing in my mind, making my heart broke into pieces, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for *his friend's son's birthday celebration, I was feeling rather lonely because I do not know *his friends well, as in we know each other but I was shy so I always never interact with them. [Laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I have Ikssy to accompany me, and he was afraid initially and wanted to be carried. After some time, he warmed up a little and wanted to play with the balloons. So, I have to chased after him. He was the youngest among the children, in fact, he was a toddler and the rest are at least three years old and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accident happend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After feeding Baby his milk and changed his diaper, I can tell that he wanted to sleep. So, I carried him to where my bag was and wanted to give him his blankie and pacifier, but due to some reason, I had to search for it and carrying him in one arms made it hard to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I put him down and told him to wait, which he usually will. But to my horror, he walked away! So, I took the things hurriedly and followed him, but it was too late. I only walked a couple of steps and I saw *his friend's daughter(running and talking to someone and didn't know Baby was behind her) knocked onto Baby and he was literally got thrown off and fell. To make things even worst, he fell on his side, head knocked against the leg(the rectangular, horizontal one) of the mahjong table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! I ran over and picked him up, he was shocked and then started crying badly. Took quite awhile to coax him. Everything happend too fast... And the poor girl felt so guilty that she knocked her head against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was just an accident, no one wanted it to happen. And I know toddlers falling down and stuffs are very common. I don't blame the girl, really; In fact, she was actually a very sweet and pretty girl, kind and caring, I like her very much. A daughter you would want to wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I feels heartbroken, nonetheless because I saw my son got hurt and crying in pain/shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feels worried because he knocked the back of his head, head injuries could be a serious matter, no joke. So now I have to monitor him closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feels guilty because I think it was my fault, due to my negligence and caused the accident. Even though I have been watching him like a hawk, I only turned my head away for one second and he had wander off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor boy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry Baby...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am such a bad Mummy... Yes I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing must happen to you~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Prays*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8397202819271184668?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8397202819271184668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-feeling-very-heartbroken-guilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8397202819271184668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8397202819271184668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-feeling-very-heartbroken-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-2844825197452257124</id><published>2010-08-26T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T02:04:31.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 222px" src="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/girly-girl-graphics/life_quotes/0002.png" width="587" height="477" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wish that time will pass by slowly... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-2844825197452257124?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/2844825197452257124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-wish-that-time-will-pass-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2844825197452257124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2844825197452257124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-wish-that-time-will-pass-by.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/girly-girl-graphics/life_quotes/th_0002.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-9074237149195779514</id><published>2010-08-24T02:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:00:25.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bumble bee was down with flu and cough for over one week, but have recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to throw things on the floor now, messing up the whole house. Everything he can get hold of, maybe play with it for awhile, and throw! Sometimes he will put it back when I ask him to, but sometimes he just ignore me. -_-" And I have to keep clearing up the mess he have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what he did everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mess up all the flash cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See see look look"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves all these flash cards, especially "Refrigerator", "Bowl" and "Cup", I don't why. He will empty all of it and throw away one by one until these three "appear". Haha. Then take either one and walk around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Bumble bee is going to school in October. Had enrol him to the soon-to-be open childcare centre opposite my block. But the person-in-charge called and told me she will have place Bee under Infant Care for the start because he haven't reach 18 months yet, by the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I might put it on hold first, till he reach 18 months if I still have not found a job. But the main reason is I can't bear to leave him in cc... I didn't expect it to be so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to know from a neighbour that there will be a new branch opening opposite my block, I called to enquire and the lady told me that the new branch will be open probably in December. That's why I enrolled him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just last week they called and ask if I am still interested. Worried that there will be no vacancy later, hence, the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am having second thought now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only I can have the chance to be a SAHM forever... So that I can have spend more time with my baby and witness every milestone he have made. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-9074237149195779514?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/9074237149195779514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/bumble-bee-was-down-with-flu-and-cough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/9074237149195779514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/9074237149195779514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/bumble-bee-was-down-with-flu-and-cough.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8600090713238059029</id><published>2010-08-16T02:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T04:17:08.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A video to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ht5yucPQtQ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ht5yucPQtQ4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a very heart warming video, I became emotional and tears welled up in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great relieve to see your loved ones coming home safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8600090713238059029?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8600090713238059029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/video-to-share.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8600090713238059029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8600090713238059029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/video-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-7236912091407331284</id><published>2010-08-13T15:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T04:46:56.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i880.photobucket.com/albums/ac6/aliiiivia/Dreams.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy me, couldn't get over a dream that is highly impossible will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of asking a hug Lee Min Ho, and the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "你可以hug我吗?"&lt;br /&gt;Lee: "I thought你是喜欢Kim Hyun Joong的，你可以叫他hug你。"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "我要你hug我因为我觉得会比较有安全感。。。"&lt;br /&gt;Lee: "Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he hugged me! LOL. Funny dream, isn't it? The best part was, he spoke to me in singlish. Haha. I remembered clearly we were inside the MRT and his dressings and all were the one in "Boys over Flowers", permed hair and all, and Kim Hyun Joong was in white standing a distance away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dream, but it was nonetheless a sweet one! Hehe. I'm seldom watch Korean drama, previously I like "Full House" but "Boys over Flowers" has won me over now, and I can watch it all over again. And I remembered clearly I was still in confinement when I was "chasing" the F4, haha, watching it online every night with Sissy. And simply went gaga over the guys, almost forgot I am a mother who had just give birth. Haha. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got the chance to catch 《原来是美男啊！》, Once I do, hmm... Well, let's see if this will win me over. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, have gotten myself another new love other than Kim Hyun Joong, and he's Lee Min Ho. Hehehehe. Gosh! See how childish I can be. Damn! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp225/ekel_suarez/BoysOverFlowers10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wanders off in dreamland*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪♫♬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dream is wish your heart makes&lt;br /&gt;When you're fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;In dreams, you will lose your heartache&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you wished for, you keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in your dream and someday&lt;br /&gt;Your rainbow will come smiling too&lt;br /&gt;No matter how your heart is grieving&lt;br /&gt;If you keep on believing&lt;br /&gt;The dream that you wish will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how your heart is grieving&lt;br /&gt;If you keep on believing&lt;br /&gt;The dream that you wish will come true&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♪♫♬ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall keep on believing and then the dream I wish will come true? Then where is my jibaban?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only dreams could become reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-7236912091407331284?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/7236912091407331284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/fancy-me-couldnt-get-over-dream-that-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7236912091407331284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7236912091407331284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/fancy-me-couldnt-get-over-dream-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8496580220196856880</id><published>2010-08-12T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T03:58:16.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1040064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching my bumble bee playing on his own today, and I thought to myself, how time flies... One moment he was still a oh-so-small baby and the next he was walking already, and I wished that time will just freeze at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want him to grow up so fast, I want him to stay with me forever... I love the way it is now, my baby is at the cutest stage, my baby will cry for me, my baby needs me. But I know I can't be selfish, and I know very well that one day I will have to let go of his hands and let him spread his wings and fly, he will have his own life to lead. And I cannot stay with him forever... I just hope that time can just pass by slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, I hope that my precious son will always remember my love for him, and one day if he were to have his own child/children, let this love pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magical moment happened today, as I mentioned before, ikssy only calls me when he's in "danger" right? But just now, he called me "may-mee"(mummy) like, for no reason. This was the sweetest thing I've ever heard in the whole wide world! Sound so sweet and nice... Aww~ really made my heart melt away happily. But as usual, he doesn't want to repeat it again despite me begging for it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A moment that will forever etched in my memory, for as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪♫♬ &lt;em&gt;You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe&lt;br /&gt;When you with em you meet and neither one of you even know what hit em.... Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all right because I like the way it hurts...&lt;/em&gt; ♪♫♬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s t i l l v e r y m u c h i n l o v e w i t h E m i n e m♥♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8496580220196856880?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8496580220196856880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-watching-my-bumble-bee-playing-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8496580220196856880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8496580220196856880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-watching-my-bumble-bee-playing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-2585125426846431641</id><published>2010-08-11T21:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:42:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got to know that there's baby fair at Taka, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo going to the baby fair~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to go with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard my lil cow boy says "baby", and he doesn't want to repeat after that. Did my ears playing tricks on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;♪♫♬ I feel like I've been locked up tight, for a century of lonely nights, waiting for someone to release me.......&lt;br /&gt;........ I'm a genie in a bottle baby, you gotta rub me the right way honey. I'm a genie in a bottle baby, come, come, come on and let me out..... ♪♫♬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ionlyfeelspatrioticonnationalday. O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-2585125426846431641?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/2585125426846431641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-got-to-know-that-theres-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2585125426846431641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2585125426846431641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-got-to-know-that-theres-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-4067746587966069910</id><published>2010-08-11T04:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T05:13:01.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have lost the motivation to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I have been repeating my "updates", haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very forgetful, yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates of my not-so-little bumble bee, words he knew how to say till date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▶Bubble (pronounces it very accurate and his favourite word)&lt;br /&gt;▶Flower (pronouces it as "ya-yer"/"wa-wer"/"ba-wer")&lt;br /&gt;▶Mama&lt;br /&gt;▶Mummy (he goes "Maaaaa-meeeeee")&lt;br /&gt;▶Papa&lt;br /&gt;▶Ah yi (he goes "ah-mmm")&lt;br /&gt;▶Bag (pronounces it as "bak")&lt;br /&gt;▶Ah ma (he goes "mak/bak")&lt;br /&gt;▶Light (pronounces it as "ya-ya")&lt;br /&gt;▶Mum-Mum/arrrmmm (when he wants to eat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all I remembered, the most frequent word he said was "bubble" and it seems to his favorite. To him, everything was bubble but of course he knows what bubble is and he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the words, he seldom say. Will only get to hear it by luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he only calls me when he's in "danger", as in when he was carried by someone when he doesn't want to and the person would not let him go, that's when I will heard him calling "maa-mee" or "mama" or "meeeeee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddlers are so much fun, they will imitate us and the actions was so damn cute! Like ikssy now, brings so much joy to me and my family. I don't know how to describe what he did but it was definately very cute, and sometimes sweet too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is walking on his own now, which also means more bruises. He had one on his forehead and cheek, and a couple on his knees. Just today, or should I say yesterday afternoon, he had a fall and hit his chin/mouth(I think) against the metal leg of the couch and he was crying real badly. I know it was painful for him because he was crying and covering his mouth and "jumping", something which I had never see before and worst was I don't know where he had hit, there's no blood or wounds and stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I suspect he hurt his chin. My heart was literally broken into pieces, and I think that I am a bad Mummy, yes I am. I should have pay more attention. It took me awhile to coax him and soon everything was back to normal. And from that moment, I was watching him like a hawk, and become his ‘跟屁虫’, following him behind his back wherever he went. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not to forget, he's down with flu. And soon to come... Cough. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi bubble tea is ♥~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-4067746587966069910?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/4067746587966069910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-lost-motivation-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4067746587966069910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4067746587966069910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-lost-motivation-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-316064514980053780</id><published>2010-07-29T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T05:16:29.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 15TH MONTHS OLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my bumble bee surprised me by walking on his own in NTUC, without holding my hands and walked quite a distance, the more I called him to come, the further he walked. -_-" Although still a little unstable, and being careful but that's another huge progress. He's getting there... And I got to start training my stamina now because, I will have to chase after him in no time. Have posted the video in Fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still doesn't know how to talk yet, so far he only knows how to say "bubble", "mum-mum", "bag"(he pronounced it as "bak"), "mama", "arrrmm" and his baby languages. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I had a huge respondsibilities in guiding/teaching him the right ways, but it's really hard because I don't know whether he actually understands me or not. And I have no idea where he pick up those bad behaviours from, though find it rather cute but it's still wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for a childcare for him, there's a new one opposite my blk, and will open approximately at the end of the year, hopefully they will have vacancy and most importantly, it will a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Bumble Bee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-316064514980053780?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/316064514980053780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-15-months-old-yesterday-my-bumble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/316064514980053780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/316064514980053780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-15-months-old-yesterday-my-bumble.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-5296822089048449885</id><published>2010-07-19T02:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:55:35.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18 July 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us had finally meet up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was HL's birthday and we decided to catch the movie "Inception" at Cine, it was supposed to be 3:45PM show, but the blur HL booked 3:45AM show! So, changed it to 9:45PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took lovegety at Cine! After sooo many years! God! I didn't even know that they had change to tokens instead of $1 coins. LOL. Was such a noob using the machine, photo turns out ok and waiting for HL to scan and upload the photos in Fb now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to Far East and shop around, then to Goodwood Park Hotel(famous for the durian feast) for the dessert buffet. I think it's a waste of money to those who hate durians, like Sy and me. Haha. We took only three desserts on our plates, because majority are all durians desserts, very limited. Other than the durians, everything are ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a few years since I last stepped into a cinema, and we were just in time for the movie. "Inception" was not too bad, I thought it was a rather nice movie though I get confused during some parts, but I don't like the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cab-ed home, and within ten, or maybe five minutes and I'm home. *He was waiting for me and soon after I reached home, he went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back now, I should have ask them out on my birthday too, why didn't I think of that? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing on my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought Ikssy out together with Aunty Mama and Cuiwen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say, I FORGOT to wish HL "Happy Birthday"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's past midnight now and it's belated already,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day though my legs hurts and had a blister on my toe. Simple gatherings like this are enough to makes me happy for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to our friendship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-5296822089048449885?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/5296822089048449885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/07/18-july-2010-four-of-us-had-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5296822089048449885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5296822089048449885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/07/18-july-2010-four-of-us-had-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-1748074683835848465</id><published>2010-06-29T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T00:31:07.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;HAPPY 14TH MONTHS OLD, PRECIOUS SON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to bring Ikssy for his chicken pox and mmr jab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he knows how to say "bubble", which happened on a random day when I was blowing bubbles to entertain him, and was telling him "baby, see, bubbles!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, to my surprise, he shouted "bubble" happily upon seeing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, he knows where I put the bubble solution, and whenever he saw it, he will say "bubble".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, sometimes I will sing the nursery rhyme "Three Little Kittens" to him and showed him the "dance moves" with my hands imitating a kitten's paws and sway side to side. Also on a random day, I sing to him and he did the "dance moves"! I was so surprised! Although he does not exactly knows how to do the kitten's paws but he did swayed his hands side to side, and funny part was he got shy, laughing and lie on the bed, face down. Haha. So cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than the above mentioned, there's some updates too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ikssy knows where his scandals are place, when I ask him: "Where's your shoe shoe? sit down, wear your shoe shoe, we are going gai gai". And he will show me where his scandals are, sit down and allow me to put his scandals on his feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he drops things on the floor whether accidentally or purposely, I will tell him to pick it up and he will, most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knows how to imitate us, like when he sees how Granny exercise her hands, how Daddy drives, etc. Damn cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And recently, he knows how to lift his hands up and clap, I have no idea where he pick this up from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although looking after him now is much easier in terms of communication because I know what he wants, and he is slowing learning to understands us better. But no doubt I still miss the days when he was still a baby, in a blink of an eye, he is a toddler now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the contrary, looking after a toddler is not an easy job too, as he knows how to express himself better, he always throws a tantrum whenever he did not get his ways. But cannot blame him totally because he still doesn't know how to talk yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds contradicting, I know. But I don't even know what am I typing about, just typed blindly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, well, there's always pros and cons to everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-1748074683835848465?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/1748074683835848465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-14th-months-old-precious-son-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1748074683835848465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1748074683835848465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-14th-months-old-precious-son-got.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-2630108436108501864</id><published>2010-06-23T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:08:37.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just some random updates...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cousin Nicholas is serving the nation now, in a blink of an eye. He's all grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 20 June, which is *his birthday and Fathers' day, so we decided to bring Ikssy to the zoo.  It was his first time to the zoo, and we asked Aunty Mama, Cuiwen, and Daddy along, not forgetting Noah, he wants to go too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it was Fathers' Day, I decided to treat Daddy to the zoo, but in the end I decided to treat everyone.  Had fun there, and Ikssy enjoyed himself so much at Kidzworld as there's children's pool and he loves to play with water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ikssy was so tired that after changing him, place him inside his stroller and he fell asleep within 5 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a tiring and happy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When's the next outing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-2630108436108501864?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/2630108436108501864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-some-random-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2630108436108501864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2630108436108501864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-some-random-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-6597978959787423389</id><published>2010-06-11T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:18:07.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*cough, cough, cough*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sniffles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ikssy did something cute today, I tried to let him walk on his own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually, he will always hold my/our hands no whenever he wants to walk and never let go as he is afraid of falling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now, with Aunty Mama and Cuiwen opposite me, I encouraged Ikssy to walked towards Aunty Mama, initially he wasn't confident but he tried and he walked a couple of baby steps! So, everyone applaused and praised him, and that boost his confidence and he did it over again a few times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will even feels shy sometimes, but eventually he is proud of himself too, why? because he will scream and laugh and wants us to applause by clapping his own hands first. -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cough, cough, cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud of my baby, and I am happy because I saw his first few baby steps. Unfortunately, didn't manage to capture it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, next time I must get my camera ready to capture this wonderful moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cough, cough, cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, whatever Ikssy does, will forever inked inside my brain like a permanent tattoo. Unless, something happen to me, choy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my naughty boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-6597978959787423389?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/6597978959787423389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/06/cough-cough-cough-sniffles-ikssy-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6597978959787423389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6597978959787423389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/06/cough-cough-cough-sniffles-ikssy-did.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8614264072531625419</id><published>2010-06-10T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T01:05:07.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* Dusts off cobwebs and dusts which are an inch thick *&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things to update, but so little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start from 29 May, went for a short getaway to Genting and KL. Simply loves the weather in Genting, feels like the whole place, indoor and outdoor are air-conditioned 24/7. But there are not enough time, hopefully I can visit there again someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunty Mama left for Penang soon after we came back from our Genting and KL trip and will only be back tomorrow. So, there's apparently no one can handle Ikssy aka the little devil, so I have been looking after him day and night, tired to the max. Cannot be blame, that's Motherhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few days ago, Ikssy was down with flu and cough. Brought him to the doctor and after given some medication, he recovered the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I know why he have a speedy recovery, because he had pass the germs to my Mummy and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's our turn to get sick, I am down with sore throat, flu and cough now. My throat is so itchy that I feel like inserting my hand inside to scratch it. And dig out the seems-like-fireball that was "stuck" inside. Damn! Coughing as if there's no tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was also a blessings in disguise, I'd rather I am the one getting sick than Ikssy. Obviously, I don't want to see my son suffer and another reason is I am an adult, when I am sick I know how to take care of myself, whereas Ikssy don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ikssy is very sticky to me now during Aunty Mama's absence, to the extend that when I leave him alone in his chair and walk away, he will start crying for me. He has always been sticky to me but not to this extend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Mummy and I can have a speedy recovery, it's torturing for me to be coughing and coughing with a runny nose and still need to attend to a little devil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8614264072531625419?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8614264072531625419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/06/dusts-off-cobwebs-and-dusts-which-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8614264072531625419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8614264072531625419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/06/dusts-off-cobwebs-and-dusts-which-are.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8504380609481021602</id><published>2010-05-29T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:51:09.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;HAPPY 13TH MONTH OLD, PRECIOUS DARLING BOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8504380609481021602?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8504380609481021602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-13th-month-old-precious-darling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8504380609481021602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8504380609481021602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-13th-month-old-precious-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-6287021839132020643</id><published>2010-05-27T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T03:04:27.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather is freaking hot!  I wonder how did I survived confinement last year, this time? But I think that the weather is hotter than last year's, I think I can go crazy if I were to do confinement now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, Grandmother-in-law has been transferred to normal ward a few days ago, and she is better and can speak now.  Bad news is, I have yet been to the hospital to visit her, reason is I need to look after Ikssy and by the time I can(visit), *he is either out or dead tired from work. So, yeah... *He has been visiting but not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe I'll visit her when she is discharged, and by then I will be able to bring Ikssy along 'cause she has been wanting to see Ikssy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely Granny was down with fever yesterday, though it was just a fever, it got everybody in the house very worried. Elderly is just like a baby, very fragile and weak so need to be well taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is around the corner~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-6287021839132020643?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/6287021839132020643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/weather-is-freaking-hot-i-wonder-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6287021839132020643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6287021839132020643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/weather-is-freaking-hot-i-wonder-how.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-4520047048791225843</id><published>2010-05-23T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T02:09:00.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjChlmpD0g/S_jYB5-olqI/AAAAAAAAABk/yTGFoYdc9qc/s1600/CA56O23UCA1ZMS5QCAZFG1F1CAX8CMJCCA2DUVKICAA7NT2MCAAHFW5XCAJQGEP9CAZ7A6F9CA0A4K6LCA7YW7N5CAYKDYUTCAITAP80CA2E0QLECAYX2BWRCA3NE5XUCAI5LBCICA2UPXP1CAWLBGV9CAYIEWZ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474362874323834530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjChlmpD0g/S_jYB5-olqI/AAAAAAAAABk/yTGFoYdc9qc/s320/CA56O23UCA1ZMS5QCAZFG1F1CAX8CMJCCA2DUVKICAA7NT2MCAAHFW5XCAJQGEP9CAZ7A6F9CA0A4K6LCA7YW7N5CAYKDYUTCAITAP80CA2E0QLECAYX2BWRCA3NE5XUCAI5LBCICA2UPXP1CAWLBGV9CAYIEWZ1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A kiss from son is more than enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least, there's something that are able to put a smile on the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-4520047048791225843?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/4520047048791225843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-will-you-feel-if-one-closest-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4520047048791225843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4520047048791225843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-will-you-feel-if-one-closest-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjChlmpD0g/S_jYB5-olqI/AAAAAAAAABk/yTGFoYdc9qc/s72-c/CA56O23UCA1ZMS5QCAZFG1F1CAX8CMJCCA2DUVKICAA7NT2MCAAHFW5XCAJQGEP9CAZ7A6F9CA0A4K6LCA7YW7N5CAYKDYUTCAITAP80CA2E0QLECAYX2BWRCA3NE5XUCAI5LBCICA2UPXP1CAWLBGV9CAYIEWZ1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-900609175233970007</id><published>2010-05-22T03:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T04:51:13.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, *he received a text from his sister(I guess) informing him that his Grandmother is admitted to hospital for an emergency operation. Needless to say, my first reaction was "What happen?", *he called back to know more details but everyone was not sure, they told him Grandmother-in-law complaint about the sharp pain she felt at her abdomen area and she couldn't poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rushed to the hospital and after Grandmother-in-law's operation, she was warded to ICU and it turned out that she had cancer, colon cancer which spread to the other side of the intestines and caused it to rupture, if she was not operated immediately, she will.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the operation was over, the cancer had been remove, I think she is not out of danger yet, she needs to be under 24 hours observation to check whether the cancer cells have spread to the other parts in her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was, this cancer had been staying inside her for a very long time and the doctor never told us about this when she passed out in the kitchen and was admitted to the hospital a few years back, until now then we realised. What kind of doctors are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He came home and told me that Grandmother-in-law was in a semi-concious state now, when he went in to visit her, *he called out to her and the moment she heard *his voice, her heart rate increased, she tried to talk to him but she couldn't. Though I was not there, but I can feel the heart wrenching moments, everyone was holding back their tears. *His younger sister was crying very badly because she was the one closest to Grandmother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother-in-law dote on his younger sister the most, other than her, it was *him. They just told *him that Grandmother-in-law kept on saying *he was her precious Grandson, “我的宝贝孙现在很乖了，有做工。。。”in Teochew. (He used to be a useless bum whom everyone thought he was a gone case, and GIL was disappointed in him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that at least in her, I hate to say this, remaining life span, *he have did something which are able to make her proud and grinning from ear to ear, nothing but praises for him, and telling everyone *he was her precious Grandson. I think she is more than happy to see *him having his own family and earning money he earned himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with those ingrates! Family dramas over there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother-in-law is the only person I like the most over at *his family, she is the one I really regard as my family. I think she is the only one in *his family who dote on me. I need not type too much, those who know me should know. Afterall, that's *his family, I have no rights to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can do is pray that everything will turn out fine. Hopefully, she can be transfer to the normal ward soon. The doctors will hold a meeting later to discuss whether she's strong enough to undergo chemo therapy or not. You know, elderly people undergoing surgery are very risky already, chemo... afraid that their body cannot take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, Grandmother-in-law.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-900609175233970007?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/900609175233970007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-he-received-text-from-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/900609175233970007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/900609175233970007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/yesterday-he-received-text-from-his.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-315251787713548524</id><published>2010-05-15T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:17:50.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ikssy is learning how to sit up by himself while lying down and he just gave me a shock this afternoon. While we were taking a nap, he will just play around in his playpen on his own and then fell asleep, when I opened my eyes, I saw him sitting on his playpen looking and smiling at me. I was so afraid that he will try to stand up and fell, so I rushed to him immediately. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really have to move the mattress to the lower deck, it is getting very dangerous for him. And just now, while FB-ing I heard him move so I went to check on him. To my horror, I found him sitting at the corner rubbing his eyes! Omg, quickly coax him back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on a happier note, I am happy that he has hit another milestone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh! In my previous entries, I kept on emphasising it was my first Mother's Day this year but suddenly I recall that it was actually my second Mother's Day. -_-" Can you imagine how forgetful I am(getting)? Maybe because last year my first Mother's Day was spent doing confinement, and Ikssy was just a newborn, thus, doesn't leave a deep impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ikssy and I will be joining Auny Mamaand Cuiwen, Aunty and Uncle Small, Noah and Nicholas, Grandma and second Aunt for a 3 days 2 nights Genting and KL trip on 29 May. Daddy, Mummy, Sissy and *him not not going because they are not able to apply leave. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-315251787713548524?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/315251787713548524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/ikssy-is-learning-how-to-sit-up-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/315251787713548524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/315251787713548524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/ikssy-is-learning-how-to-sit-up-by.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8141435732572021390</id><published>2010-05-09T20:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:33:42.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; DAY TO ALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;THE MUMMIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the my first Mother's day! But spent the day rotting at home and did nothing, my son did not give me a surprise by calling me "Mama". How sad... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a big fan of Miley Cyrus, in fact, I don't like her but I like one of her songs though, and lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"When I Look At You"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a song&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful melody&lt;br /&gt;When the nights are long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause there is no guarantee&lt;br /&gt;That this life is easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea when my world is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;When there's no light&lt;br /&gt;To break up the dark&lt;br /&gt;That's when I&lt;br /&gt;I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the waves are flooding the shore&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find my way home any more&lt;br /&gt;That's when I&lt;br /&gt;I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you&lt;br /&gt;I see forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;I see the truth&lt;br /&gt;You love me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;Like the stars hold the moon&lt;br /&gt;Right there where they belong&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah when my world is falling apart&lt;br /&gt;When there's no light&lt;br /&gt;To break up the dark&lt;br /&gt;That's when I&lt;br /&gt;I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the waves are flooding the shore&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find my way home any more&lt;br /&gt;That's when I&lt;br /&gt;I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appear just like a dream to me&lt;br /&gt;Just like kaleidoscope colors that cover me&lt;br /&gt;All I need&lt;br /&gt;Every breath that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the waves are flooding the shore&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find my way home any more&lt;br /&gt;That's when I&lt;br /&gt;I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oh&lt;br /&gt;You appear just like dream to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you will think that I will dedicate this song to my husband, but no... I would like to dedicate it to my son instead. Haha. He is the love of my life. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Updated*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I booked the bungalow for birthday celebrations, many friends complaint about the location because it was darn far. I understand. One of his friends did too, not surprisingly but the way he sound was like "whoa~ so far, see first" kind, like of all places why must it be there. But he and his family did attend in the end. And now, he called *him today and asked him to ask me about the pricing and stuffs and if I could get Uncle Beng to help him book. Hah! Who was the one complaining and sounds like I am some idiot to book a place so far and now asking me for help because I can get Uncle Beng's help to get it cheaper? At first, sound so reluctant to come 'cause it was far and now wanted to book the same place because his wife likes there. Hahaha! Copy cat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, enough of that. Ikssy knows how to use his index finger and thumb to pick up his snack and put it inside his mouth already. Hooray! A little late, and I got worried in the first place because his progress is rather slow, to me and I thought there's something wrong with his fingers. lol. But now he is progressing and healthy, I am happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the saying goes, "slow and steady wins the race."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8141435732572021390?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8141435732572021390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day-to-all-mummies-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8141435732572021390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8141435732572021390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day-to-all-mummies-this.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-3795904897602013883</id><published>2010-05-08T05:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T05:22:13.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Few things that I had forgotten to update for some times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Cuiwen for the Coach Wrislet, my birthday present, although it came late as it flew all the way from overseas which I have no idea where. But, million thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuiwen just went for a minor surgery again, to extract her wisdom tooth. And her cheek swells, she is feeling very devastated, I hope she will get well soon. "Rayzin, it will soon be over. Endure this terrible moment and soon, you will be free from this torment. 加油！"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikssy is getting vain now, loves to wear sun glass but will take it out a while later. Knows how to use a comb to comb his hair and knows how to put the phone to his ears. Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still doesn't know how to talk, but once I thought I heard him calling "Mama" and "Mum-mum" but when I told him to repeat, he doesn't want to. Are my ears playing tricks on me? Maybe I am too eager to hear him talk, which is why I am hearing things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo trip this Sunday might be cancelled, because Ikssy is having diarrhoea and Cuiwen have yet recover from her swollen cheek. See how it goes tomorrow... then decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers' Day is around the corner, have no idea what to give Mummy. And, it will be my very first Mothers' Day, wonders what will Ikssy surprise me with??? Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-3795904897602013883?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/3795904897602013883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-things-that-i-had-forgotten-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3795904897602013883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3795904897602013883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-things-that-i-had-forgotten-to.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-7960810626346652700</id><published>2010-05-05T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T04:26:09.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to swipe off the dust in my blog before it gets thicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly was going to watch Ip Man 2 today, but Mummy have something on and nobody's looking after Ikssy. Hence, cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikssy did something very cute today, he danced. Yes, he was standing holding onto the edge of the coffee table for support, and some cartoon advertisements was going on on the tv, so I asked him to dance. And, to my surprise, he did! lol. I don't know how to describe the way he "grooves", kind of like moving his little butt forward and backward? Whatever. The best part was, he dances and turn around and smile at me wit his cheeky smile, dance again and turn around wanting me to carry and his head lean on my shoulder immediately. Why? Because he is shy! LOL. How cute was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo trip this Sunday, praying for good weather on that day... Speaking of which, GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME! The weather recently is OMFG hot and humid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please rainnnn~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-7960810626346652700?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/7960810626346652700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-to-swipe-off-dust-in-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7960810626346652700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7960810626346652700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-to-swipe-off-dust-in-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-7921047837700295802</id><published>2010-04-29T15:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T04:26:55.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f91005;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f3210b;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ee3110;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e84116;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#dd6121;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d87026;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d27f2c;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c79a37;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c2a73c;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#bcb342;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b6bf48;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b1c94d;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#abd353;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a6dc58;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a0e45e;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#95f169;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#90f66e;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#85fc79;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7ffe7f;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#74fe8a;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6efd90;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#69fa95;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#63f69b;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5ef2a0;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#58eca6;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#53e5ab;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4dddb1;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#42cbbc;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3cc1c2;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#37b5c7;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#31a9cd;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2c9dd2;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#268fd8;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2181dd;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#1663e8;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1054ee;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0b44f3;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0534f9;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f2240c;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e64718;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#da6924;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ce8930;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#b6c048;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#aad655;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9de861;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#91f46d;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#79fe85;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6dfc91;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#55e7aa;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#48d6b6;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3cc0c2;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#30a6ce;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2489da;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1869e6;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0c47f2;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like my precious was just a newborn yesterday, but in a blink of an eye, he turns 1 today! Omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching his process of growing up, and his progress makes me feel so happy, although sometimes I would wish that he doesn't grow up. lol. Always stay as a few months old baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered vividly, I was so afraid of taking care of him by myself because I have no confident in doing so as a new mum, a first time mum. Now, I have been taking care of him for 1 year already. More or less, I have some experience now and I am proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to admit, he is much more easier to look after now; but at this stage, he is also very, very naughty now. When he is younger, I'd wish he will grow quickly so that it would be easier for me to look after, but now I missed the times when he was younger. Because, I am the one in control, all he did was(apart from crying) drink milk then sleep, and will always finish up his milk. Won't move around when I am changing him, be it diapers or clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he is the one in charge. I am having a hard time changing him, and sometimes he will refuse to drink milk or doesn't want to finish up his milk. He is learning how to walk now, thus, always want to get down on the floor and walk and it was giving my lower back a hard time, as I have to bend over a little to hold his arms because he still don't know how to stand without support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are always pros and cons to everything, all in all he is my son and I love him dearly. As long as he is healthy and well-behave, I am content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy loves you, son!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-7921047837700295802?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/7921047837700295802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/h-p-p-y-1-s-t-b-i-r-t-h-d-y-t-o-m-y-p-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7921047837700295802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7921047837700295802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/h-p-p-y-1-s-t-b-i-r-t-h-d-y-t-o-m-y-p-r.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-2033593722466065951</id><published>2010-04-28T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T04:20:30.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to town earlier with *him, leaving Ikssy in Mummy's care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, long time since the both of us went out without Ikssy. And it's a rare chance we can have some time alone, and it felt like those days when we are still dating. LOL. *PUKE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, head to Taka first because Mummy gave me the Taka gift vouchers worth $30 and we used it to buy a PLAYSKOOL EXPLORE 'N GROW STEP START WALK 'N RIDE toy for Ikssy as he is starting to learn how to walk already. It cost $49.90 and with the $30 vouchers, I only need to pay $19.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop is 313 Somerset, wanted to DIY a cake for Ikssy's actual birthday tomorrow, but it was closed at 9pm and we reached at 9.01pm and they are packing up, getting ready to close for the day. How sad. So, might be making a trip down tomorrow. And oh, I saw a jumpsuit which we thought was pretty nice but size S was all sold out. How disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, walked all the way to Carrefour at Plaza Sing and bought nothing but a pack of diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, after all the shopping, we got hungry and decided to find a place to settle our dinner. Went to the "open-air food court" beside Meridien but was crowded with people, Xin Wang at Cineleisure was too, so went to the stall opposite Cine, just beside the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus home. Reached home, bathed and quickly went to fix the toy hoping to let Ikssy try on it but when I went down to Granny's to fetch him, he was "on his way" to his lala land. Oh well, shall let him after he wakes up in the morning then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's past midnight already, hence, wishing my precious son a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy 1st Birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-2033593722466065951?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/2033593722466065951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-went-to-town-earlier-with-him-leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2033593722466065951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2033593722466065951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-went-to-town-earlier-with-him-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-558937311287097603</id><published>2010-04-26T04:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T05:05:53.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, everything is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although things didn't went as smoothly as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think because there are too many people, different cliques and too much confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, there are three birthdays in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was indeed a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still feel that I didn't do enough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million Thanks to those who came,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with those who came up with excuses not to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the bad hospitality to those who attended, 'cause I'mma busy, busy, busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out on Sunday 250410, everyone KO almost immediately after reaching home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired is the word to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is not working properly now. Stoning most of the time while staring at the monitor screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall update if my memory didn't fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to check in to my dreamland already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalala~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-558937311287097603?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/558937311287097603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-everything-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/558937311287097603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/558937311287097603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-everything-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-5339433017814455877</id><published>2010-04-20T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T04:34:13.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*He came home after work today, and suggested that we bring Ikssy to Bugis. We took train and reached there rather late, approximately 7:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He bought candles for cakes, two number 1s and one number 2. 1 is for Ikssy and 21 is for Cuiwen, Tori-Q-ed and went to BHG shopped around, to the baby room, well of course feed Ikssy. Then, Fil and girlfriend came to meet us and had our dinner at food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikssy poo-ed, so we brought him to the changing room and had his diaper changed. Speaking of which, I felt pretty 不好意思 because FIL went to order something, I think, and when he came back we were gone. But he did not ask us to go back, instead he asked us to go our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This naughty boy of mine made me had a hard time in the changing room, keep moving and turning around, hence his leg, shirt, shoe and socks have traces of his poo. I had a hard time changing him and he even make me fall on my butt, fortunate thing is that there's no one else in there to see my embarrassing moment. And Ikssy had to go home without his shoes and socks, luckily I have brought extra shirt for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, head to Bugis Street and find cousin Xiao Fang. Chatted awhile and Ikssy fell asleep, we parted ways and walked around seeing all the shops closed. It was drizzling, and in order not to let Ikssy get caught in the drizzle, we purposely went to buy an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy went to re-contract with Singtel, and thus she will get a free phone, INQ. But the model stated in the voucher was out of stock, so she get another model for $38, I think. It was kind of like Blackberry and Nokia E-something. Ok, she got it for me, thanks Mum! Becauce my SE was faulty(thanks to my precious son), totally got no sound coming out of it, I can't even call. Even if I do, both parties will hear nothing, so basically it can only send text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INQ, I have no idea about this model, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down... 3 more days to Friday, 4 more days to Saturday! Need to go to the market tomorrow at 9am! -__________________-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-5339433017814455877?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/5339433017814455877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-came-home-after-work-today-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5339433017814455877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5339433017814455877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-came-home-after-work-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-2158164263470260020</id><published>2010-04-18T23:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T03:48:54.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;170410&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to meet SY at blk 60 in the evening because she came to visit her second sis. Finally saw her Cookie darling, so adorable. Her niece and nephew are all grown up, time really fly so fast without us realising it, have to admit we are getting older. Then, my not-so-little boy got cranky, moreover it has started drizzling, so we bade goodbye and I went home. And Ikssy fell asleep soon after. I felt happy for the rest of the day because I met my one of my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to Jurong Point with the usual gang, Haha. Aunty Mama, Raisin, Sissy, Ikssy and I. We went there to shop for some party decorations, just some simple ones will do. The shop keeper was nice and was kind enough to offered us some suggestions, but in the end we walked out of the shop empty handed because we decided to discuss and plan first before purchasing. Will be going down to JP again though, in these few days, for the decorations and Uncle Small's cake which we decided to give him a surprise on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, everything was so coincidental. Both Ikssy and Raisin shared the same birthday(I went into labour on her birthday and she spent half of the day waiting for Ikssy's arrival at the hospital. Haha), as 29 Apr falls on Thursday, we decided to celebrate in advance, on a weekend which is this coming Saturday, 24 Apr. Coincidentally, it was his birthday, thus, the surprise. Three birthdays on the same day, can't imagine how it's going to be like. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I side track-ed a little, ok, back on the main track. Went to Kiddy Palace and bought blankies and Kodomo bath essential travel pack(thanks Raisin!) and she bought Johnson and Johnson anti -mosquito lotion, then to Fish &amp;amp; Co. for dinner. I'm a little "mountain tortoise", first time dining there, heehee. To my amaze, the staffs there are really friendly and nice, really attend to our needs. Then Daddy came to fetched us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikssy is learning how to walk already, I think that he will walk before he talk. Can stand with support for much longer time, and we saw his "first step" today, well, not really actually... Just a leap forward, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a week to Saturday, "I gotta feeling~" that there are sure to have people who will "put aeroplane", as in promised to come but didn't appear kind, some didn't even bothered to reply me whether they are coming or not, some as I expected will not attend and use work as an excuse(not referring to you, SY). Hated when I treat somebody as friends, they treated me as an aquintance. Anyway, who cares, I know who are my true friends and who are not, as long as my besties attend is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to six more days. Anything not done yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet ☑&lt;br /&gt;Buffet ☑&lt;br /&gt;Ikssy and Raisin's cakes ☑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ foods □&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Small's cake □&lt;br /&gt;Party decorations □&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are tired, and are closing anytime soon. Signing off with a photo of my precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1020974.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-2158164263470260020?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/2158164263470260020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/170410-went-down-to-meet-sy-at-blk-60.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2158164263470260020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2158164263470260020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/170410-went-down-to-meet-sy-at-blk-60.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-1155238105868447042</id><published>2010-04-16T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T03:49:41.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/Photo1499.jpg" width="260" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/Photo1512.jpg" width="260" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toady afternoon, while I was feeding Ikssy his cereal, then he kept on shaking his head and he looks so funny. So, I decided to teached him how to nod his head, he looked at my demostration once and he tried to imitate me. But, his version of nodding his head is bowing down. LOL. I was laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he still cannot stand on his own/without support, but when we support/hold him, he can sort of walk, step by step. He loves the stairs and escalators; loves waterfall/fountain and lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves biscuits, brown rice, rice and wheat cereal. But he doesn't like water, have to spoon feed him. Initially, he will take apple juice but he doesn't want it anymore now, and I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to teach him how to speak with simple words, but he refused. I think he prefer screaming and whining around. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all, I simply love him, more than anything else in the world. Ever since he was born, he really brighten up my life... and I would say, totally. Now, I can't imagine my life without him and I don't even want to think about my shitty life before I had him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my motivation and my everything. Mummy loves you, son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-1155238105868447042?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/1155238105868447042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/toady-afternoon-while-i-was-feeding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1155238105868447042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1155238105868447042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/toady-afternoon-while-i-was-feeding.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-2501078640826265143</id><published>2010-04-14T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T15:23:54.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, Ikssy and I went to Coronation Plaza with Aunty Mama, Aunty Small to accompany Cuiwen to the dental clinic as she have to undergo a minor surgery to extract her badly grown wisdom tooth. Two of it are out, one to go, and she is in severe pain now, have to go back for a check up next week. In the morning, she looks so bubbly and now, she looks half-dead. Hope this ordeal will be over for her soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking after Ikssy is so damn tiring, inside the plaza while waiting for Cuiwen he keep wanting us to bring him and walk around. Want to take the escalator, touch the glass, hold him to "walk" and climbed the stairs himself then climbed down the stairs carrying him. My back is going to give way soon. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, had dinner and left for Yishun a while later as Granny have to pass something to a relative. Then head to 二婶's place to get Ikssy's hair trimmed, his hair are thick(like me) and long, moreover the weather is so humid and he perspire easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after a haircut, he looks so fresh now. Haha. Oh my.. Ikssy and I have been out the whole day, feeling so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday/s celebration is just next week! Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-2501078640826265143?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/2501078640826265143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-ikssy-and-i-went-to-coronation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2501078640826265143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2501078640826265143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-ikssy-and-i-went-to-coronation.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-3184194258832336544</id><published>2010-04-13T17:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T03:08:26.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finally changed my blogskin. Sweet and simple. I purposely chose blue because of my son, boy=blue colour, get it? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can see cob webs and dust in my blog, virtually. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious is sitting on my lap now, "talking" to himself. Haha. Heavy rain and thunderstorm now, scary~ But the weather recently is really going haywire, a moment ago, the sun is scorching like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go now, is iKssy's mealtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated: Tomorrow Cuiwen will be going for a minor surgery to extract her wisdom tooth/teeth. And to make things worst, she is allergic to all painkillers, all the best to her. 加油！Raisin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-3184194258832336544?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/3184194258832336544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-finally-changed-my-blogskin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3184194258832336544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3184194258832336544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-finally-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-3950165377968032427</id><published>2010-03-29T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:49:49.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f71607;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f02c0f;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e84216;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e1581e;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#d2802d;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ca9334;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c3a53c;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#bbb543;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#acd252;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#a5de5a;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9de861;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#96f069;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8ef770;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#7ffe7f;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#78fe87;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#70fd8e;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#69fa96;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#5aeda5;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#52e4ac;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#43cdbb;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3cbfc3;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#34afca;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2d9ed2;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#258cd9;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1e79e1;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1664e8;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0f4ff0;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#073af7;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/Photo1528.jpg" width="240" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy! My precious is already 11 months old, and 1 more month he is turing 1! How time flies~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ikssy had learn a new thing, that is shake his head. We didn't teach him, he just did it on his own on a random day and had us laughing head over heels. LOL. Because there's once when he couldn't stop, keep shaking as if he was on some pills. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And scrunch up his face when he was in pain. Will upload the photos when I happen to take it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-3950165377968032427?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/3950165377968032427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-11-months-to-my-precious-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3950165377968032427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3950165377968032427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-11-months-to-my-precious-still.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-3126083598921822298</id><published>2010-03-25T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T01:07:58.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very, very fucking irritated with the mosquitoes and the mosquito bites all over my hands and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with the mosquitoes! Suck my blood and make me itch like hell. Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, adding more fuel to the fire burning in me, my handphone went dead on me today. How cool was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ikssy has been so cranky today I don't know why.  Just so not my day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-3126083598921822298?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/3126083598921822298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-very-very-fucking-irritated-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3126083598921822298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3126083598921822298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-very-very-fucking-irritated-with.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-7759649839682031761</id><published>2010-03-22T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:58:13.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Myself!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;21st March 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, which was yesterday. Went to &lt;em&gt;Suntec&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Marina Square&lt;/em&gt; with *him and iKssy, wanted to bring iKssy to the &lt;em&gt;Okto's Curious Tots Event&lt;/em&gt; but it seems like the event are more suitable for older tots although it is for children below six years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then head over to &lt;em&gt;MS&lt;/em&gt; and find Aunty Mama, then to &lt;em&gt;Kiddy Palace&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Mothercare&lt;/em&gt; but in the end I bought nothing except for the anti-mosquito patch. Had our dinner at the foodcourt and Daddy came to fetched us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;22nd March 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's my birthday today!!! But *he had to work part-time after work, however, *he bought cakes for me when he came home from work, it came as a surprise and yes, I did not expected it. But it's ok, what's more important is iKssy can celebrate with me. My birthday this year, is also the first time celebrating with my precious son; my birthday last year, he was still inside my tummy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought iKssy to the babyfair with Cuiwen, then Aunty Mama came to meet us after work. I thought I can buy something at the fair, but after walking several rounds, in the end I bought nothing, again. Seriously, I don't know what to buy, moreover there are some factors to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a munch at Yoshinoya and Daddy came to fetched us home. I'm happy, happy, happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-7759649839682031761?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/7759649839682031761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-myself-lolololol-21st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7759649839682031761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7759649839682031761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-myself-lolololol-21st.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8656791680402709974</id><published>2010-03-20T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:24:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sissy went to Taiwan with Gary and family for a holiday today. Sent her off to the airport with Cuiwen and iKssy in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining all the way, before we left home and till we left the airport. We were being so idiotic, we thought Jetstar was at Budget Terminal and we went there, then Gary told Sissy it was at T1. -_-" And we cabbed to T1 because it was raining. Haha. Had &lt;em&gt;Popeye's&lt;/em&gt;, it was my first time trying, not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary and family reached, went to meet up with them. When it's time for them to check in, Sissy was so reluctant to go because she misses iKssy. We bade farewell, and Cuiwen and I decided to take MRT home. Sky train-ed to T3 and Mrt-ed home. It was a whole new experience for me, my virgin trip to T3 and took public transport home from the Airport. Haha. I know, I know, I'm so &lt;em&gt;"mountain tortoise"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed ikssy when we reached home, then coax him to sleep. I knocked out before he did, I have no idea how did *he do it. When I woke up, I saw the both of them lying side by side, fast asleep. Am rather surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy text-ed me when she reached Taiwan at approximately 0635hours. Well, she's coming back on the 27th. There's no one to irritates the hell out of me, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to cousin Sher Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is around the corner too, this coming Monday. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kind of miss Sissy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8656791680402709974?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8656791680402709974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/sissy-went-to-taiwan-with-gary-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8656791680402709974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8656791680402709974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/sissy-went-to-taiwan-with-gary-and.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-544407179845681260</id><published>2010-03-18T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:35:55.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend posted this in FB and I find it very well-said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;钱多钱少，够吃就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;人丑人美，顺眼就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;人老人少，健康就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;家穷家富，和气就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;老公晚归，回来就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;老婆唠叨，顾家就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;孩子从小，就要教好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;博士也好，卖菜也好，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;长大以后，心安就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;房屋大小，能住就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;名不名牌，能穿就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;两轮四轮，能驾就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;老板不好，能忍就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;一切烦恼，能解就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;坚持执着，放下最好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;人的一生，平安就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;不是有钱，一定会好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;心好行好，命能改好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;谁是谁非，天知就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;修福修慧，来世更好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;说这么多，明白就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;天地万物，随缘就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;很多事情，看开就好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;人人都好，日日都好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;你好我好，世界更好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;总而言之，知足最好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;这条信息，真的很好...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, iKssy can crawl although most of the time he is lazy to. Till now, he knows how to "hi-5", smack his lips, clap his hands, "superman", wave bye bye, "frank kiss", kiss and touch his head when we ask him to do. But, must depend on his mood. He knows which actions to do when we say "set set set" and "round and round a garden". He also knows how to answer when we called his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he is not wearing a shirt, he will use both hands and rubbed his tummy and "boobs". LOL. Recently, he loves to stick out his toungue but didn't manage to take a photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all? All the above mentioned have happened for quite some time already and I'm not sure if I had mentioned earlier. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuiwen and Sissy have been going out almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-544407179845681260?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/544407179845681260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/friend-posted-this-in-fb-and-i-find-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/544407179845681260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/544407179845681260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/friend-posted-this-in-fb-and-i-find-it.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-258537545451862943</id><published>2010-03-09T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:00:34.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week is not a good week for me... And everybody in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikssy is having diarrhoea, yes, it came back yesterday; this is the first thing to kick start with, internet was down. And today, Granny fell ill again! This afternoon, I brought iKssy down with me to Granny's(as usual) to have my lunch. Usually, I would called her and she would come and open the gate for me, but today, she answered me but never come to the door. I have waited outside the gate for quite some time and still, she did not appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called out to her again and she asked me to wait but she never come out from the room. I wanted to shout for Cuiwen but her room door was closed, then I pulled out handphone and start dialling her number but to my surprise, the line has got cut off because I haven't pay the overdue bills. I was so worried about Granny and iKssy has started to make noise, so I went back up to my house and called Cuiwen. I told her what has happened and asked her to wake up and check on Granny, in the mean time open the gate for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried down again with iKssy with me of course, and I went in and saw Granny lying on her bed sleeping, wearing her cardigan and covered in her blanket. Given the weather recently, it was quite a scary sight seeing her like that. I asked her whether is she ok, she replied me by mumbling something which I don't quite understand. She sounds weak and I guess her fever has made her delirious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around evening, I have to go back home to feed and bathe iKssy, then Daddy came home. He brought iKssy down and I forgot to tell him that Granny wasn't feeling well. But luckily, Uncle Small brought him downstairs for a walk, and I went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Daddy called and say he is bringing Granny to the clinic. I thought there's nobody to help me look after iKssy so I went down and nobody's home, went over to Uncle Small's and nobody answered when I pressed the door bell. I hurried back home and called Daddy and he said they were at Dawson Clinic, just as I reached the first floor, I saw Uncle Small carrying iKssy and Daddy and Cuiwen wheeling Granny, I was rather surprised to see Granny in wheelchair. I reckon that she is really weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said she has got lung infection and have to be admitted to the hospital immediately. Together with a high fever that hits 39 degree clesius, which explains why she couldn't even bring herself up to open the gate for me, she couldn't even open her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Small came back and brought Granny to the hospital with Daddy and Sissy. I couldn't follow them because I need to look after iKssy and Aunty Mama is still not back from Malaysia yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sad seeing Granny like that, felt bad because there's nothing I can do to help her. When I saw Daddy carried her into the car, for a moment I really feels like crying because I feel so heartache, but I couldn't help but laugh at her comment, I know I shouldn't but I can't help it, sorry. Cuiwen laughed too. Granny said Daddy was hurting her everywhere; her whole body hurts because Daddy didn't carry her properly and I can tell that he is using all his strength but age is catching up with him already so he is having a little difficulty but he is trying his best, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home soon after. I couldn't even bring myself to even imagine the worst, I am afraid, yes I am; Very afraid. The thought is it make me paralysed with fear. She is my beloved Granny and she doted on me alot since I was young, I love her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty said Granny was still ok in the morning before she left for work. Then she fell ill out of sudden, left us wondering why. She was still feeling rather cheerful yesterday and even chatted with us. Just like what Auny Mama said, she is like a time bomb. As stubborn as a mule, she will not tell us that she is not feeling well even though we asked unless she is very ill and could tell just by looking at her face. She will not tell the doctor how is she not feeling well. Told her not to strain herself and rest more, she refused and still insisted on preparing lunch and dinner; she is forever worrying about us going hungry. Told her upteem times that all of us has grown up and even if we are hungry, we can settle ourselves. But she just couldn't stop worrying. See her love for us? What a wonderful Granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, please, please get well soon, Ah Ma. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please bless my Granny with good health and longevity. Nothing must happen to her. I pray that she will have a speedy recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-258537545451862943?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/258537545451862943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-week-is-not-good-week-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/258537545451862943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/258537545451862943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-week-is-not-good-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-6966189676715498692</id><published>2010-03-08T03:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T04:13:29.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather is killing me; very hot and humid! Or rather, it is getting hotter. Thanks to global warming; many thanks to us humans. We need air-con because the weather is warm, but using too much air-con causes global warming; thus the weather gets warmer. Sounds contradicting, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 7 March'10, which is yesterday 'cause it's past 12 o'clock. *He intend to bring iKssy and I out, but he was sleeping like a dead log despite iKssy's screaming away. So, being such a good wife that I am, I decided not to wake him up. Haha. And walked to Anchorpoint instead with Cuiwen and iKssy, to have our bubble tea. Queensway Shopping Centre to get Cuiwen's FBT shorts and she bought one for me too. Thanks, Cuiwen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at Queensway Shopping Centre, iKssy kept "directing" me to a guitar shop because he wants to see the guitars. -_-" And kept smiling to the shop-keeper. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Anchorpoint for the air-con, haha. And iKssy fell asleep in his stroller. Walked back, had a quick bite at Dawson's and head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, bathed and fed iKssy and down to Granny's for dinner. Cuiwen's friends are here and I bet they are still around. LOL. Speaking of them, they reminded me of the &lt;em&gt;Buffet Wars&lt;/em&gt; at Viwawa.com. Cuiwen asked me to play with her and a friend and she kept laughing at me because I was a noob. =( But fortunately, I get the hang of it... Well, still trying to; I was new to the game. Quite lame, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like changing my blogskins but nothing caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! It's 4.09AM! Got to turn in already, else I'll have no energy to look after that lil' imp of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-6966189676715498692?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/6966189676715498692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/weather-is-killing-me-very-hot-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6966189676715498692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6966189676715498692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/weather-is-killing-me-very-hot-and.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-2960133187465741520</id><published>2010-03-05T02:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:41:44.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/evJ1JUh8JSs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/evJ1JUh8JSs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart goes out to the victims in Haiti, especially the children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love songs like this, where various artists get together and sing for a cause. And usually, the songs are nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am very touched by this video, and there's alot of amazing singers. However, I am rather taken aback by Wyclef Jean's singing though. But somehow, after seeing the late Michael Jackson's part, feels kind of sad. Although he may be weird, but I grew up listening to his songs and watching his performances after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope the people in Haiti will get back to their feets soon, hope the worst will be over for them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-2960133187465741520?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/2960133187465741520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-heart-goes-out-to-victims-in-haiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2960133187465741520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2960133187465741520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-heart-goes-out-to-victims-in-haiti.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-5727216510431687957</id><published>2010-03-02T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T01:44:16.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was playing with iKssy today and I discovered that he have two more teeth sprouting out at his lower gum. No wonder he keep drooling, rather cranky and his mouth always seems like he is chewing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had two "bunny" teeth at the upper gum, two teeth at the lower gum with another two more sprouting, making it six teeth altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, he's teeth-less and looks cute with his gummy smile. And the next, he had six teeth already. Everything happened like, so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has recovered forom his diarrhoea, for goodness sake. Everything is A ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I have tried giving him different kind of cereals and he loves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frisocrem&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rice Cereals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wheat Cereals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nestle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apple and Cranberry Cereals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brown Rice Cereals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nestle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vegetables Cereals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dislike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nestle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicken and Rice Cereals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;He finish all up but can tell that he doesn't really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try other brand and flavors for him to try. But he doesn't like porridge, must think of a way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-5727216510431687957?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/5727216510431687957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-playing-with-ikssy-today-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5727216510431687957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5727216510431687957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-playing-with-ikssy-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-6941191630280959367</id><published>2010-02-28T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:40:47.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging recently because my house has got no internet connection for the time being, am using Cuiwen's netbook now. I keep having typo errors, because her netbook is small so I am still not use to the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny is not feeling well, like again. Whenever she fell ill, everyone in the family will get so worried. Hope she will get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for iKssy, he is willing to sit without support like finally? But still have to keep a watchful eye on him as he loves to lean back suddenly. If he is on the bed, there's pillow and mattress is soft so it's ok but if he is on the floor, then we have to be really be careful because sometimes he is still rather unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two "bunny" teeth are sprouting and I think it is huge. Haha. Four teeth altogether. He's only starting to learn how to crawl, I really think that his progress is so slow. Everyday, we will give him some tummy time and he will only army crawl one or two "steps" then he started whining already. Impatient baby. He only knows how to use his hands and pull himself forward, doesn't really know how to use his legs. When he is trying to crawl backwards, he looks like a frog that doesn't know how to go backwards. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go anywhere these few days because iKssy is having diarrhoea, and still is now. So dare not bring him out except to Loyang Tua Pek Gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of CNY, lady luck is not smiling at me. Didn't strike Toto and 4D, oh well, it's just not my luck, perhaps. Only placing my bets during CNY just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1020527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY 10TH MONTH TO MY PRECIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As there's no 29th in February, so I'm wishing him today. Love him so very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-6941191630280959367?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/6941191630280959367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/havent-been-blogging-recently-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6941191630280959367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6941191630280959367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/havent-been-blogging-recently-because.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-6165615015084465866</id><published>2010-02-18T03:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T02:10:30.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brief updates for these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuiwen is back home today(Wednesday)! She bought a pacifier and a wrist rattle for iKssy and eye mask for me. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I saw iKssy wave "bye bye"! Haha! But, he is having flu, cough and diarrhoea. And he doesn't want to drink milk, which we think that he might be having sore throat or some sort. Together with teething, thus, he is very cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I can see his two front teeth protuding a little already. Two popped out at the same time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I remembered what I wanted to blog before I start, however, after I stared typing I forgotten what I've wanted to say. There is seriously something wrong with my memory after I gave birth, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgressing, I cannot stand the weather! Darn hot and humid! It feels as if I'm living in an oven. Gosh! It's no wonder why so many people fall sick, take a look at the people in the clinic. Doctors are earning alot, I reckon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-6165615015084465866?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/6165615015084465866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/brief-updates-for-these-past-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6165615015084465866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6165615015084465866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/brief-updates-for-these-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-3837571554821681336</id><published>2010-02-14T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T04:45:41.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A bad day to start CNY, 'aunty' chose to come and visit me first thing in the morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I am feeling not too well. Relatives came and iKssy received lots of ang baos. I've got no mood that I have forgotten to take photos of iKssy as it was his first CNY, stupid me. Well, actually I did took a few but I dont have the energy to make him smile at the camera so the photos turned out to be rather candid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And went to *his Uncle house and *his Granny was so happy to see iKssy, for this I am glad that I did went over, for *his Granny's sake as she is getting older and we do not get to see her often. She insisted to give me ang baos, LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa and Mummy will be leaving for Malaysia tomorrow. Sissy and I are not going, because bringing iKssy along is so inconvenient as he is such a naughty boy, moreover they are travelling by train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, iKssy is down with flu. His turn now after me, and I am not fully recovered yet. Oh dear, hope he will be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-3837571554821681336?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/3837571554821681336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-day-to-start-cny-aunty-chose-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3837571554821681336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3837571554821681336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-day-to-start-cny-aunty-chose-to.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-1494395673788029071</id><published>2010-02-14T03:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T04:40:35.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 February 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to *his mum's place to have reunion dinner, received ang baos; as much as I wished it was mine, it's not mine, it's iKssy's. Reached home past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 February 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's CNY and Vday! But, I will not be staying home all day. This is not something that I have been expecting, I have to go over with *him and iKssy to *his Uncle's place to 拜年。I'm so not looking forward to it, but *his Grandma was there, so.... I don't have any other choice, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I was lazy, and I love to celebrate CNY with my family. And since Cuiwen was in KL, I thought to myself, Aunty Mama had company this year and she will not be so lonely anymore since she dote on iKssy. But... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the place is at Yishun, and we had never been to his *Uncle's Place before. I wonder what time am I able to leave with iKssy and be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, I don't even feel like going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I did ponder over some things that are quite I-don't-know-what-to-say. I did wished that I'm a single mother, as in, just give birth to iKssy and not get married. Save me all these troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not looking forward to it; but am looking forward to bringing iKssy down to Granny's to 拜年，will go down as early as possible and stay for as long as I can. Heehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and this year was iKssy's first CNY, hopefully I can remember to take photos of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, wishing my Family and Friends a very: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HA&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;INE&lt;/span&gt;SE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; YE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;VA&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LE&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TI&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ES&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the year of Tiger bring all of you the Best in health, studies, career and strike 4D, toto and big sweep!!! LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love all of you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-1494395673788029071?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/1494395673788029071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/13-february-2010-went-to-his-mums-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1494395673788029071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1494395673788029071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/13-february-2010-went-to-his-mums-place.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-9206276905840169467</id><published>2010-02-13T05:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T06:06:50.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks alot to cousin Nicholas for helping me with my computer, don't know what the fuck is wrong with my computer. It was down, and I was so worried about iKssy's photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, cousin Nicholas managed to help me backup everything and also reformatted my computer as it has trojan. However, I'm not using XP anymore but Window 7 instead, and trying to get the hang of it because everything is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I still need his help and might want to change it back to XP. Argh! Technology is driving me crazy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-9206276905840169467?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/9206276905840169467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/thanks-alot-to-cousin-nicholas-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/9206276905840169467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/9206276905840169467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/thanks-alot-to-cousin-nicholas-for.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-6918122140882403335</id><published>2010-02-09T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T04:29:12.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since iKssy is taking his nap now and surprisingly, I'm not napping... yet. Shall make a brief update then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis with Sissy, Aunty Mama and Cuiwen, and of course brought iKssy along too, Cuiwen wanted to shop for her CNY clothes and stuffs before she heads for KL on Thursday. It will be so boring by then~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went BHG then to Bugis Street, and I felt so frustrated squeezing with the crowd, and I really feel like slapping those people, Argh! Lukily, iKssy was asleep in his stroller and I brought the Esprit one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go OG after that, we can't stand the crowd and the squeezy place, especially with a stroller. At OG, Aunty Mama bought a new bottle and a sippy cup for iKssy, million thanks! Decided to try Tommee Tippee, the bottles are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And put him on a Bumbo seat, so cute. He kind of likes it, but it is pretty expensive snd I don't know if he really likes it or just find it something fresh and I am not sure till what age should a baby sit. So, trying to hunt for a second hand or hand-me-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to LFC to have Wanton Mee, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then home sweet home. iKssy is so funny, when Aunty Small is whistlling to him and he tried to imitate her, in the end he was 'bhuuu-ing', haha. And he pee-ed on Cuiwen, finally she get it from iKssy already. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let iKssy try using his new sippy cup, he doesn't know how to suck. He chewed on the sprout instead. The sippy cup is recommended for 4mths+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was rather worried about his progress, as he is rather slow, or should I say lazy compared to other babies. But I feel more more at ease after reading articles and hearing from family and friends that each every child are an individual, let them go at their own pace. He is still a baby, so just let him be a baby. When the time is right, he will eventually knows what he ought to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, saw him crawl(army crawl) two scoots yesterday on Cuiwen's bed and I find him looking like a frog. LOL. I guess I just have to be patient and just let him do things at his own pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/s: I HATE THE NEW FB LOOK! SO CONFUSING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-6918122140882403335?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/6918122140882403335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/since-ikssy-is-taking-his-nap-now-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6918122140882403335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6918122140882403335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/since-ikssy-is-taking-his-nap-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-5884913174464284167</id><published>2010-02-07T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T01:32:35.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished watching 'Hachiko: A Dog's Story', and it made my cry real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all movies are able to make me cry, but this is one of the movie that suceeded in making my tears flow down like tap water. I was sobbing, k? It is so damn touching, I can't even imagine Hachi's loyalty to its owner. Maybe the reason I find it so touching is because I love dogs. Ever since I was young, I always wanted to have a dog but mummy doesn't like it. And I remembered I always envy my friends/people who reared dogs and hope I can be like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its owner had pass on, he was still waiting for its owner to return, at the same spot, same time where he used to wait when its owner he was still alive. Can you imagine? Be it rain or shine, autumn or fall, Hachi will always appear at the same spot punctually without fail... till the day it died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, this movie is making me emotionally unstable. So, so sad. We, humans should be ashamed. We ought to learn from Hachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have a dog like Hachi, and visit Japan, Shibuya Railroad Station to visit and pay tribute to Hachi's statue. The statue was built to commemorate this faithful dog, the same spot where it waited for its owner and pass on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting Kokuritsu Kagaku Hakubutsukan (Japan National Science Museum), to see the 'real' Hachi, he was kind of preserved/mummified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Akita more than Husky now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go for reunion dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-5884913174464284167?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/5884913174464284167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-finished-watching-hachiko-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5884913174464284167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5884913174464284167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-finished-watching-hachiko-dogs.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8589438025750412518</id><published>2010-02-05T03:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T03:22:21.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Specially for my Husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx(准老公)： 为了督促你将来做一个好老公，也为了从现在起彼此生活的幸福和安宁，我现在为你量身定做了这样一个积分评价表，请仔细阅读并认真遵守。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;此书一式两份，你我双方各执一份。签名后，正式宣告产生法律效应。但在此之前你必需给我的米高兔兔配一只男兔子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来源：你是我的老公。主宰着我的快乐。所以让我快乐是你的责任，而且责无旁贷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;目的：为了让你能顺利通过老公的试用期，尽快转正。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原则：加减分均以快乐为唯一原则。老婆的快乐就是你的快乐，你要以老婆的快乐为己任。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★ 不被扣分的“要诀”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1： 这是非常重要的一点——重中之重：你绝对不可以凶我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2： 不要和老婆讲道理，因为老婆不是你讲道理的对象。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3： 如果老婆生气了，赶快道歉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4： 当老婆不同意你抽烟，你就不可以抽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5： 你可以咬我，但不可以用力咬我。尤其是脸上的任何器官与大腿（此部分只可以象征***的用牙齿轻触，不可留下牙印，红肿）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6： 每天早上要刷牙。不可以以任何借口违反此条。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7： 不在老婆面前摆酷，不让老婆吃醋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8： 吵架你要让步，打你你要挺住。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9： 睡觉时，只能用脸对着老婆我。绝对不可以把屁股对着我。当我要求你抱抱时，你立刻就要抱抱。不可以对此要求做出质疑或者任何无谓的反抗。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;附注:根据你本人的强烈要求,在你违反上述条款中任何一条请跳河一次. 违反其中两条请跳河两次,违反其中三条请跳河三次......以次类推。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鼓励条款：为了鼓励你的积极***，老婆做出决定，如有外人在场，老婆会遵循老公永远是对的这一原则，让你绝对很有面子，你完全可以免除后顾之忧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;积分规则： 出现矛盾，无及时悔改： 扣减10分。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果让老婆生气一次： 扣减5分。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我心情不好的时候，你没有尽到一个做老公的责任，让我快乐起来，扣减2分。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果让老婆高兴一次： 加2分。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果连续十次让老婆高兴： 附加奖励积分10分。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;平常的日子不算积分，如果连续两个星期都让我过既没有快乐，也没有不快乐的日子，扣减5分。 我高兴的时候你要提醒我给你加分，否则，过期作废，责任自负。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;此表在你转正以后仍然生效，总分无最高限额。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;达到200分可以转正；如果达到2000分，你可以红杏出墙。不过，你永远不会有这个机会，因为评委是你的老婆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;此表具有很强的严肃***，即日起开始记分，起始分为10分，请遵照执行。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;评委:xxx(准老婆本人)。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原则：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公开： 此表已经在你我二人间公开公布。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公平： 完全以快乐作为评分规则，除此之外，不会有另外的理由作为加减分的依据。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公正： 虽评委是准老婆本人，可她连获取高分的原则都已向你透露，可见此表的公正***。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;注意： 如果你的积分长期保持或达到最低分0分，你就会被准老婆本人在试用期开除。切记！切记！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;法律效应：签字后即刻生效。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;准老公签名处：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;准老婆签名处:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1．老婆永远是对的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2．如果老婆错了，一定是我看错了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3．如果我没有看错，一定是我的想法错了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4．如果我没有想错，只要她不认，她就没错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5．如果她不认错，我还说她错，那就是我的错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6．如果她认错了，请参考第1条。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8589438025750412518?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8589438025750412518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/xxx-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8589438025750412518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8589438025750412518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/xxx-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-6942256628320891481</id><published>2010-02-04T00:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:42:26.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was playing with iKssy this afternoon and I saw white spot on his upper gum when he laugh. I'm not able to take a close look to see whether he was teething or not because he kept moving so I used my index finger to feel, and yes, he was. I felt a little sharp tooth on his upper gum, left side. Although it was still not visible, but soon, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder he keep drooling and very cranky recently. Then, suddenly I realised how much he have grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Road for supper with family! Uncle and Aunty small's treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had stingray, lala, kailan and kambeng soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy, happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, almost reaching home, Aunty small let Sissy drove her car. Haha. This is the first time I saw Sissy drive. LOL. Next will be Cuiwen. When will it be my turn?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion dinner on Sunday, cousin Alice and cousin Andrew(and their families) will be joining us too, for the first time I think. I foresee that Granny's house is going to be damn crowded, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family members who are going to be absent on Sunday: Uncle Beng and Agnes, because both of them are in HK and are unable to make it for reunion dinner. And maybe *him. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-6942256628320891481?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/6942256628320891481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/adam-road-for-supper-with-family-uncle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6942256628320891481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6942256628320891481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/adam-road-for-supper-with-family-uncle.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-1545144974835319112</id><published>2010-02-03T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:01:06.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Crystal Jade at Holland V for steamboat, not too bad and affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time trying 小笼包and it was delicious, maybe is because I ate it with the vinegar that is why I find it delicious. LOL. And the appetizer, I've forgotten what's the name, it was sliced lotus, was delicious as well. We ordered like three times for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I polished off the whole 'basket' of prawns, HL is not keen in prawns, Lia is lazy to peel so I finished it off. If not, wasted. Ok, I admit I love prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HL ordered 叉烧包which was like the biggest bun 叉烧包 I've ever seen. I know I'm very 'sua ku', ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, went to have ice cream for desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted and took photos and left home, because Lia needs to attend a wake. Chatted with HL while on the way to the bus stop, and home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iKssu must have been missing his mother(me) so much(for the entire night) that he decided to give his mummy a wonderful present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make a guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He poop-ed on me. Yes, I was carrying him and Cuiwen approached me and was telling me that she did a blood test and her hands feels weak. She wanted to carry iKssy, then we heard a&lt;em&gt; 'plop'&lt;/em&gt; sound and the both of us was like staring on that brown&lt;em&gt; 'bloop'&lt;/em&gt; for like five seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I thought she dropped her plaster(because she just did a blood test) and I wanted to tell her that, but before I even open my mouth I saw two &lt;em&gt;'bloops' &lt;/em&gt;dripping onto my legs, then I realised something is not right and Cuiwen saw the 'waterfall' coming out from iKssy butt and she ran away laughing very loudly. It was not her plaster, in fact she did not even have a plaster on her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty mama cleaned iKssy up and I went to bathe, my left side got the&lt;em&gt; 'gold' &lt;/em&gt;, hand, leg and shorts. If I have been fast enough and pass iKssy to Cuiwen, she will be the one who gets it, and she is just lucky enough to get away with it, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea why his&lt;em&gt; 'gold'&lt;/em&gt; leaked out from his diaper. Maybe I should buy 4D or ToTo? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it's a happy day for me. Meeting good people with good foods. Hopefully, the next gathering will have the four of us present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-de-bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-1545144974835319112?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/1545144974835319112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/went-to-crystal-jade-at-holland-v-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1545144974835319112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1545144974835319112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/went-to-crystal-jade-at-holland-v-for.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-1835435411169374645</id><published>2010-02-03T04:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:50:22.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 0425 hours and I am still freaking sitting in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Anchor Point yesterday('cause it's past 12 am)with Cuiwen and iKssy, and Sissy met us there after work. Had bubble tea and KFC and we rushed home, just in time to catch Sissy on tv, even *he rushed home after work. We are all laughing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to meet HL and Lia like later in the evening? Our sort of reunion dinner but Sy can't make it. Will be going to Crystal Jade at Holland V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of reunion dinner, my family will be having ours this coming Sunday. FYI, my family always have it in advance. Can't wait for the day to come, with my Uncles, Aunties, cousins and not forgetting iKssy! This will be his and mine first reunion dinner! So excited! Everybody gather together to have a heart warming dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Beng is leaving for Hong Kong later~&lt;br /&gt;Why never bring me along?! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to tuck in already.&lt;br /&gt;So long~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P/s: Cuiwen, Rachel, Raisin, RayRay and Rayzin is the same person. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DURIAN SUCKS! THE WHOLE FRIGE IS REEK OF THAT DARN DURIAN SMELL! EEEK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was eating potato salad and the person who ate the durian, purposely uses his hand to touch my spoon while I was in the toilet. And when I came out, wanted to continue eating and I hold my spoon, which also means my hand 'kena' that smell! I almost puke, ok?! and that idiotic person is none other than my husband. Worst still, Sissy knew it all along but didn't tell me and the both of them are laughing at my reaction. GRRRRR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-1835435411169374645?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/1835435411169374645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-0425-hours-and-i-am-still-freaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1835435411169374645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1835435411169374645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-0425-hours-and-i-am-still-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-7846033719653922086</id><published>2010-02-02T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:24:33.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>可不可以有一个人。&lt;br /&gt;可以看穿我的逞强。&lt;br /&gt;可以保护我的脆弱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要在我说「没事啦，你去吧」的时候就真的会放心的放开我的手然后留我一个人。&lt;br /&gt;不要在我笑笑的不说话的时候就真的会以为我心里没有觉得疼痛和难过。&lt;br /&gt;不要在我若无其事的忙碌着手头的事的时候就真的会以为我什么影响都没有受到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我希望他会在我的眼泪掉下以前就用大大的手掌捂住我的眼睛。&lt;br /&gt;然后轻声说我的眼睛只有微笑的时候才是最好看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我希望他会在我面无表情的时候轻轻的用力的搂紧我。&lt;br /&gt;然后说你在我的面前永远都不需要伪装坚强。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我希望他会在我受到委屈的时候把我的脑袋按在他的肩膀上。&lt;br /&gt;然后抚着我的头发说没关系就算所有的人都不相信你你都还有我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;不一定要是高高瘦瘦的 但是一定要干干净净&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;不一定要会甜言蜜语 但是一定要有好的脾气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;不一定要帅气又多金 但是一定要有聪明的头脑和上进心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;一定会从我们牵手那刻起 对我说从今天起&lt;br /&gt;我们有福同享 有难我当&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;一定要霸道些 他会对我说 我认定你了&lt;br /&gt;就赖你了你就是我一个人的 我不许别人走近你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;一定会支持我减肥 却依然带我去超市给我买很多好吃的&lt;br /&gt;然后说 吃吧 不管你多胖我都要你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;一定会在过马路的时候牵着我的手对我说 要跟我走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;一定会明白老婆是用来疼的而且会吹着快乐的口哨和我一起做家务&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;一定会在我生气的时候耐心的哄着&lt;br /&gt;然后逗我说 你生气的样子 好丑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;一定会在我哭的时候为我擦眼泪&lt;br /&gt;然后告诉我 乖 不哭 有我在呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;一定会在我累的时候 伸出手臂 很心疼的说 抱抱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;一定会在睡觉前跟我说 你要早点睡觉 晚安&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;一定会把我带回家 对他妈说 看 这是我给你找的儿媳妇&lt;br /&gt;然后对我说 这是咱妈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咱要嫁的那个人&lt;br /&gt;一定会在某一个阳光明媚的日子&lt;br /&gt;顶着一片湛蓝的天笑着对我说 我们该有个家了。。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-7846033719653922086?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/7846033719653922086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7846033719653922086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7846033719653922086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-7530318444313889349</id><published>2010-02-02T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T03:01:08.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A video to share, very lame but pretty funny. Was laughing away when I saw it. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wW5ohDcPvno&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wW5ohDcPvno&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So not looking forward to CNY because I have to give Ang Bao. T_T &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-7530318444313889349?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/7530318444313889349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/lame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7530318444313889349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7530318444313889349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/02/lame.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-7555606747976617311</id><published>2010-01-29T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T04:40:02.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1020172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy 9 Months Old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iKssy turns 9 months old today, still refuse to sit without support, but knows how to play peek-a-boo with me, sort of. Give him a handky or napkin, and he will hold it up and cover my face and let it down again. Loves to play hide and seek with a BOO! You hide, he seek and you appear with a boo and he will laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of now. Short term memory loss ever since I gave birth to my precious son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from the wake, had my dinner there but I'm still not full. All thanks to Sissy, I did not get to eat my all time favourite wanton mee. Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be the last time I pay my respect to Yishun ah ma, because I'm not able to send her off tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her lying inside the coffin in disbelief, once a person who was alive, now lying motionless-ly inside. I don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/s: Sissy owe me a bowl of mee poh and LFC wanton mee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-7555606747976617311?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/7555606747976617311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-9-months-old-ikssy-turns-9-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7555606747976617311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7555606747976617311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-9-months-old-ikssy-turns-9-months.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-3950749868620170937</id><published>2010-01-29T03:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T05:39:30.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Yishun ah ma's wake with Daddy, Granny and Cuiwen, paid our respect and took a look at her lying peacefully inside the coffin. We smiled because she pass on peacefully in her sleep without any sufferings. But, she looks different to me compared to the last time I saw her. She is so thin and petite, Uncle Small still can told us jokingly that her遗照looks like the late Anita Mui, -_-" which we agreed. The photo of her is when she was in her younger days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we paid our respect, Uncle Small immediately point to Zachary, telling me he's all grown up. Backtrack to Uncle and Aunty Small's wedding day where I was their flower girl and that Zachary was their page boy. Then Aunty Small actually brought him over to our table and telling him I was the flower girl, how embrarassing! All thanks to Cuiwen and Sissy who reminded Aunty Small. Damn it! And keep on teasing me about holding hands and what not. Hello! that was so many years back and I don't even remember that we held hands and even if we did is because we need to. That was the only time we saw each other, and I'm only like three years old then. Gosh! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Uncle Small was talking to us, I was observing his eyes and facial expressions, was rather afraid he will cry in front of us especially when he was talking about Yishun ah ma. Although he keep joking around with us but I could feel the hurt that was inside him, the pain of losing a love one, moreover is someone he loves dearly, someone that can never be replaced, his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I can say this but the bee hoon and curry was delicious, or maybe because I was hungry. I don't know why I feel sorry for the Uncle who came to clear the buffet stuffs, because he still need to work at late hours, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a look at Yishun ah ma before we left. Went back to Granny's house because I need to bring iKssy home. Uncle Beng is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to the wake again tomorrow, iKssy will be left in Mummy's and Aunty Mama's care just like today. Mummy volunteered to look after iKssy for me and told me to go to the wake again tomorrow. Not sure if Aunty Mama is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday will be the last day of the wake, sending Yishun ah ma off her last journey of life. It's a pity that I will not be able (how I wish I could) to send her off because I need to look after iKssy. But sincerely hope that she will live well in another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so heartbroken to see Uncle Small trying to put on a strong front when actually he's hurting deep inside. I feel sad that Yishun ah ma had pass on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how strong or tough a man is, there is still a soft spot in him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-3950749868620170937?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/3950749868620170937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-yishun-ah-mas-wake-with-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3950749868620170937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3950749868620170937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-yishun-ah-mas-wake-with-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-6212645264421257842</id><published>2010-01-26T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:45:20.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have learnt about Uncle small's mother's passing this evening from Sissy. My condolences. Poor Uncle small, he is feeling so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she is not my Grandmother, she plays a part in my childhood memories. I used to stay over at her then Hougang house with Uncle and Aunty small when I was little, she treats me rather well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's life ... way too fragile. One day alive, the next gone forever. So, cherish the ones you love before they are gone. But at least she pass away in her sleep, peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I would think to myself: where will go after we die? how was the feeling like? the thought of it freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, might be going down to the funeral. MIGHT BE because iKssy can't go, if everyone are going means I have to stay home to look after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rest in Peace,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yishun Ah ma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-6212645264421257842?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/6212645264421257842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-learnt-about-uncle-smalls-mothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6212645264421257842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6212645264421257842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-learnt-about-uncle-smalls-mothers.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-2221537664274482224</id><published>2010-01-21T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T02:48:16.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am still planning for iKssy's first birthday celebration, thinking of booking a chalet and have some in mind but still cannot make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will go on smoothly as planned and hope all my friends will attend by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I've to cross my fingers ... and toes if neccessary. Pray, pray, pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wrong choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can we just sit down and discuss everything nicely? can't stand your can't-be-bothered attitude. Sucks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-2221537664274482224?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/2221537664274482224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-still-planning-for-ikssys-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2221537664274482224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2221537664274482224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-still-planning-for-ikssys-first.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-1657884948104186083</id><published>2010-01-18T03:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:36:03.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chatted with Met in FB yesterday till 6am! Gosh! Not enough sleep, I feel so tired and hungry at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily today is Sunday, I can sleep for the whole afternoon after sending iKssy to Aunty Mama's. And I did, slept till Mummy came home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iKssy knows how to flip from tummy to back for quite some time already, I keep forgetting to update about this. Shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just learnt about cousin Sher Lee's 公公's passing, very sorry to hear that. It's been a long time since I saw him, I used to go to his place occassionally for meals whenever I went to Malaysia and stayed over at 阿姨's place, that was when I was young. Anyway, my condolences to cousin and all at home. 生老病死，That's life cycle, it's inevitable. At least, he went peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;节哀顺便,&lt;br /&gt;Take Care, Cousin! Stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Papa and Mummy will be going to M'sia for the funeral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-1657884948104186083?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/1657884948104186083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/chatted-with-met-in-fb-yesterday-till.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1657884948104186083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1657884948104186083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/chatted-with-met-in-fb-yesterday-till.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-5444531176670402492</id><published>2010-01-16T04:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T03:20:22.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM SUPER IRRITATED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not elaborate any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what am I blabbering about in my previous post, just ignore it. Was having some random thoughts, just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, was mentioning about iKssy using the walker previously... it was a messy post. So, I'll just mention it in this post properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first place him in the walker, his feets can barely touch the ground then, tip toe-ed and only &lt;em&gt;'walk'&lt;/em&gt; in one direction, backward. Now, his legs are slightly bend, meaning he has grown lah. Duh! And can &lt;em&gt;'walk'&lt;/em&gt; in any direction, left, right, back and front. And knows how to stand up and reach for things when inside the walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, when I am done feeding him his milk I placed him in the walker so I can go to the kitchen and wash his milk bottle. Just when I was walking away, he started whining in his baby language, speaking of which, he is getting more and more noisy but cute for the first few seconds. So, I just stay put and encouraging him to come to me, he took one step forward and stop. But I keep on encouraging him and praising him and he came up to me all by himself, and raised up his two little hands wanting to be carried. I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it again awhile later. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought him downstairs for a stroll, to the playground and watch the children playing. He can sit there and watch quietly, for a moment I thought he was well behaved and how I wish he can behave this way most of the time. Yes, he love babies and children and will laugh and smile at them, once he was trying to be friendly to a baby in his way of saying 'Hi' but he made the baby cry instead. Most of the time when he smile to the babies, they will just give a blur look. Anyway, was waiting for Sissy and CuiWen to come back, these two idiots went to Haw Par Villa for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我为我的儿子而活。&lt;br /&gt;How interesting it is to type in Chinese, shall blog in Chinese the next time. Perhaps? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There are so may things that I want/to do, but it just can't be fulfilled. Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;不知道我这一生是否能不能拥有个幸福的家庭，过着幸福的生活。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;我的幸福呢? 你何时会到？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;一直都好期待你的到来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;而你。。。是我的幸福吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-5444531176670402492?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/5444531176670402492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-super-irritated-will-not-elaborate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5444531176670402492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5444531176670402492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-super-irritated-will-not-elaborate.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-1557596730240127888</id><published>2010-01-14T02:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:09:41.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have not been updating, because I'm lazy to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY and Valentine's Day are just one month away, but I don't feel any CNY mood. It is getting worst each year, it's just not the feeling I get when I was a little girl. After CNY and Valentine's, I will be another year older in March. Damn! and iKssy will turn 1 year old in April, how time flies, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have reached the age where friends or ex-classmates are getting married one by one, and building up their love nest. Suddenly, I was wondering to myself, when will it going to be my turn when I can have a house that I can called my own? It is contradicting, for a moment I wished that I can have my own house, on the other hand I wished that I can live with my family for as long as I can, like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I would still love to have my own house, own car, etc. Although it was quite impossible or it might take a very goddamn-knows-how-long time. I am aware of the pros and cons if &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt;we were able to own one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, if we were able to, I would like to my house to be near my parents' and not near *his mother's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should slap myself awake already. A house, ya, haha, in my dreams lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iKssy is very curious about almost everything, but very naughty too. Keep on 'directing' to the places or spots he wants to explore, if did not do as per requested, cry. Aunty mama called him Traffic Police, lol. And he actually knows how to sit but I don't know why he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to hold his milk bottle too. But when he is in his walker, he knows how to move left and right or should I say randomly? As for going forward, he knows a little and have been learning to with sucessful attempts. And he can stand up and reach for things, only when he is in his walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- End -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-1557596730240127888?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/1557596730240127888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-not-been-updating-because-im-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1557596730240127888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1557596730240127888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-not-been-updating-because-im-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-4757154515175445607</id><published>2010-01-04T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T03:23:36.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HusB called home in the afternoon asking me meet him at VivoCity, Cuiwen was at my house so I asked her along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is such a good day, so nice of Uncle Beng to fetch us to Vivo, such a rare sight. Haha. Oops. But he have to drop Aunty Agnes at Centrepoint first. Went to meet HusB at UOB when we had reached, then went to shop around. Then as usual, fed iKssy in the nursing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when all of us got so hungry but we cannot decide where to settle our dinner. We even walked over to Harbour Front but still got no idea. It's either too limited or too costly. After much consideration, we went to Kim Gary's. But hey, I find the food there pretty delicious and affordable, good service is a bonus. Yes, the waiter who served us really had good customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HusB and I both ordered lamb chop while Cuiwen ordered baked rice. And ordered a slice of white bread for iKssy, and it cost 80cents for a slice. Haha. I like everything we ordered, from appetizer to dessert. I like the drink I have ordered, Peppermint with Aloe Vera(Sprite). Thumbs up for Kim Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially HusB was so reluctant to go Kim Gary because he thought the food there are rather similar to any HK Cafe but after that he was rather surprise too, the food there have got much more variety compared to others. I think is because we were so hungry that we are full of praises for Kim Gary. You know, anything tasted good when you are hungry. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, HusB for the treat. Too bad Sissy couldn't join us because she had class today, but was cancelled last minute and that idiot went to meet that irritating friend of hers to town instead of coming to meet us. Grrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iKssy is Tigger today, I dressed him up in the Tigger costume. I've forgotten to take the thumb drive from Cuiwen, photos are with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to accompany Cuiwen to Merchant Rd(?) to collect her laptop tomorrow. With iKssy along, it's gonna be a tiring day again. And iKssy have been going out for 3(including tomorrow) consecutive days. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, HL posted our group photo in the Canon thingy competition. Oh my god! I look so damn ugly lor! Go vote, ok? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- End -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-4757154515175445607?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/4757154515175445607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/husb-called-home-in-afternoon-asking-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4757154515175445607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4757154515175445607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2010/01/husb-called-home-in-afternoon-asking-me.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-5964969503052615844</id><published>2010-01-01T03:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T04:21:57.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye Year 2009! Hello Year 2010!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year to all!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, new start! Put all the unhappy moments behind and get ready for the new year. Hope this year will be a much better year for love ones. Especially my beloved Grandma, I hope she will be in excellent health. Because she fell ill today, everyone is worried about her as she blabbered nonsense. I think her fever had got her feeling delirious, that's why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First day of 2010, stayed home with iKssy. Sissy and *him went out with friends while I can't. But at least I have iKssy to accompany me to welcome the new year. And Aunty Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2009 was more of me getting angry and depressed, but there are also happy moment/s that deserved to be mentioned. That is the birth of my precious, his existance made my life worthwhile. I am so glad that I have him. And meeting my besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have any new year resolution/s, but I just hope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandma's in excellent health, applies to all my love ones too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;iKssy to grow up healthly and happily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*He will be more settled down and earn more money for iKssy and I. Hehe. (So that I can forever be a SAHM, can spend more time with my precious. Haha). *Just let me dream, can?*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let me strike Toto, 4D and Big Sweep. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can go for a holiday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gain some weight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Should auld acquaintance be forgot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And never brought to mind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Should auld acquaintance be forgot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And auld lang syne! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For auld lang syne, my dear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For auld lang syne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For auld lang syne."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-4928871611239338770</id><published>2009-12-31T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T03:37:28.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last day of Year 2009&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/4875875664597855423-4928871611239338770?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/4928871611239338770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-day-of-year-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4928871611239338770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/4928871611239338770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-day-of-year-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-3327679243523124076</id><published>2009-12-30T06:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:12:14.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally get to chat and webcam Raisin online today, she even get to see iKssy who keep blabbering his baby language, especially when he is unhappy. Not the baby language he used to blabber when he was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ikea for hotdog buns and curry puffs then to Anchorpoint with Sissy today, she bought a Mickey Mouse romper and a dress from Cotton On Kids and Cotton On for iKssy and herself respectively. Bubble tea-ed then walked home. I'm anticipating for the family dinner outside that Sissy had promised Aunty Small and all that will be her treat. Woot! When? When? When? Loves gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2009 is ending in one day time, wonder what year 2010 will bring. Speaking of which, realised left four more months to iKssy's first birthday! Oh my god! I &lt;em&gt;'oh my god'&lt;/em&gt; is because I still have not taken any actions for his birthday bash together with Raisin's twenty first's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. We had plans in mind already, just have not taken any actions yet. Hehe. Gosh! Should start on something already if this birthday bash-es is still going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who want to sponsor us some moolahs for the bash-es? LOL. I guess everyone would run away to hide upon seeing this sentence. HAHA. If any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: What should I do tomorrow? Feel like bringing iKssy out but very inconvenient 'cause sure damn crowded. Probably stay at home and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- End -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-3327679243523124076?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/3327679243523124076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-get-to-chat-and-webcam-raisin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3327679243523124076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/3327679243523124076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-get-to-chat-and-webcam-raisin.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-1482159788142428916</id><published>2009-12-29T15:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T03:58:25.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1020019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy 8th Months Old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies, it seems like I have just given birth to him like, yesterday? And in a blink of an eye, my precious is already 8 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had mentioned before, we had increased his milk intake because he is asking for more. Knows how to sit actually though still not very stable because he refused to sit. Able to glide 180 degree when lying chest down. Just found out that he loves to sleep chest down, as in he will turn over to sleep in that position himself. Loves going out, he will be so excited whenever we opened the door and will keep leaning forward as if asking us to bring him out, if we don't, he will get angry. Oh, did I mention that he loves eating bread? He can even recognised the Gardenia bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He simply can't stay still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of now, will update again when I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1020043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="1675" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/jezzy_05/Baby%20Love/P1020012.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- End -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-1482159788142428916?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/1482159788142428916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-8th-months-old-how-time-flies-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1482159788142428916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1482159788142428916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-8th-months-old-how-time-flies-it.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8908819121417568403</id><published>2009-12-29T03:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T03:55:20.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore Idol '09 Sezairi is my ex classmate, I just found out yesterday. No wonder I find him so familiar. Yes, I've totally forgotten about him after graduated, haha. And to double confirm, I searched for the photos during a farewell party for our teacher which almost the whole class have attended. And yes, he was in it. Ok, his name now rings a bell and I remembered him as a funny guy in class. So, congratulations on the winning of Singapore Idol, Sezairi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having insomia these few days, can't get to sleep in the night thus I feel very tired during the day. I only fell asleep in the morning and just when I was falling asleep, iKssy is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I know iKssy can actually sit but he doesn't want to. I put him in his &lt;em&gt;'Lambo'&lt;/em&gt; in the sitting position, he can but he likes to slant to the side. But when I put him to sit on the floor, he doesn't want to. Maybe he feels insecure? Or simply he is just being spoilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he is getting very naughty and can't stay still. And very impatient. I am rather worried that he is a hyperactive baby. Hope not. But I must say that babies nowadays are a tad too smart compared to last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I've seldom upload photos, just being plain lazy and I don't really like to upload photos in the net. I don't feel safe, I don't wish to see my photos being circulated elsewhere, especially in a harmful ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that shall be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- End -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8908819121417568403?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8908819121417568403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-having-insomia-these-few-days-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8908819121417568403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8908819121417568403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-having-insomia-these-few-days-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-1368849796729781054</id><published>2009-12-27T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:16:01.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had increased iKssy's milk intake as per &lt;em&gt;requested&lt;/em&gt; by him. haha. And just today, Sissy and Aunty Mama told me that iKssy knows how to wave goodbye(sort of). He still doesn't know how to sit, I don't know whether is he doesn't want to or don't know how to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to the Converse warehouse sale with Uncle and Aunty Small, Cousin Noah, Aunty Mama and iKssy located at &lt;em&gt;I-don't-know-where-the-hell-is-that-place&lt;/em&gt;. I thought I can get some good bargains there, but in the end I bought nothing. Nothing caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Uncle Small and Cousin Noah complained that the ice-cream they ate made them even hungrier. So, went to Lavender Food Court to have my favourite food of all times, LFC Wonton Mee. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that. I left iKssy in Aunty Mama's care and I went home to rest, or should I say sleep? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He is on MC tomorrow because he had injured his knee while playing soccer, &lt;em&gt;orbi good&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Monday blues now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- End -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-1368849796729781054?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/1368849796729781054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1368849796729781054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1368849796729781054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-1689219666423559050</id><published>2009-12-25T02:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T03:39:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was supposed to meet hl, sy and lia for our x'mas gathering. But too bad I couldn't make it because Mummy's not available to help me look after iKssy, if I were to bring him with me, I doubt I can have a wonderful time enjoying the mala steamboat. =( Moreover, he had just recovered but the diarrhoea came back. -_-" Hopefully I will be able to join them for the next gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X'mas eve, *he want to bring iKssy to town. I thought he was crazy, it will be so crowded in Orchard Rd. When sissy came home from work, she keep on pestering me to bring iKssy out too. Both of them are crazy. She said she want to buy X'mas gifts for her colleague's children and iKssy. So I agreed, reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy wanted to go Vivo City(AGAIN?!), but *he suggested Orchard. So, we bus-ed down to town without a stroller. BAD CHOICE. We thought it will be very inconvenient to bring that bulky stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Toy'R'us at Forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iKssy had been very naughty, he was so cranky. *He carried him using the carrier then he started to make noise awhile later because he wants to sleep. So I carried him out trying to make him sleep, but he don't want. Gave him his pacifier but he only wanted to bite on the plastic/hard part, and saliva are all over his hands and pacifier then grabbed my hair. Seriously, I really don't know what he want and was quite pissed off by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were looking at the strollers and he keep leaning forward wanting to touch, so I put him down on one to try and he smiled at me. My hands are aching and he doesn't want to stay in the carrier. So, no choice but to buy a stroller, seriously needed one. We settled down on an Esprit stroller &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THANKS TO SISSY&lt;/span&gt;, because it is light and less bulky. Yes, that shall be his X'mas present from his 姨姨. Quickly coax iKssy to sleep so that I can put him in his new stroller. But he slept for less than 30 mins. Omg. But still put him inside and let him have his pacifier and off we go to Cineleisure for Kobayashi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the nursing room at Forum was so nicely decorated. Damn bloody high class, the most deluxe nursing room I've ever see/been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left Forum, saw the crowd at Ion, damn bloody crowded! But managed to reach Cine safe and sound. Haha. Went to have Kobayashi and iKssy refused to stay in his stroller already. I've noticed that whenever we stopped to have our food, he will start to make noise wanting people to carry him, it's not the first time already. Is he doing it on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even get to eat, because he keep wanting to touch my food. So I went outside trying to coax him to sleep, but he refused and even played with me. And gave me a big, wet kiss when I asked one from him, how to be angry with him lor? Although he nearly drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy finished her food and helped me carry hinm around while I quickly finish my food, and we went home after that. Mummy nagged at us for buying another stroller, keep nagging and nagging. I hate to say this but sometimes I really can't stand her. Not because of her nagging, it include other issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this stroller is not too bad. Light and less bulky, more convenient for me if I bring iKssy out on my own and when taking a bus. No need to walk to MRT station when I can take a straight bus to my destination. But of course, will still keep and use the old one because there are more &lt;em&gt;functions&lt;/em&gt; than the new one although it is more bulky and heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;hrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- End -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-1689219666423559050?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/1689219666423559050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-supposed-to-meet-hl-sy-and-lia-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1689219666423559050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1689219666423559050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-supposed-to-meet-hl-sy-and-lia-for.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-6395051042832380136</id><published>2009-12-17T02:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:12:08.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to update my blog but my head is trobbing. I'm feeling rather giddy/drowsy, must be the medicine had taken it's effect. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days had been pretty tough as I am still on medication and have to look after iKssy. Thanks to Rachel for her help, she had been coming up to my house to help me looking after iKssy so that I can get to rest more. I guess, due to the medication, I am feeling rather numb on my whole body and feeling rather tired. My nose and ears are blocked all thanks to that darn flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iKssy had recovered from fever but diarrhoea and cough are still going on. Was told to dilute his milk since he reject Isomil, and gave him &lt;em&gt;'porridge water'&lt;/em&gt;. Thanks to Aunty small, 4th floor Aunty and Lia for the advices, &lt;em&gt;'porridge water'&lt;/em&gt; mix with Similac milk powder but diluted. Although it will not stop the diarrhoea but at least it helps a little. Thanks to Mummy and Aunty Mama for helping me looking after iKssy during that tough period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop now before my head explodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I hope not to know something that I shouldn't have known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;- End -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-6395051042832380136?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/6395051042832380136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanted-to-update-my-blog-but-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6395051042832380136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6395051042832380136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanted-to-update-my-blog-but-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-2283971264973779222</id><published>2009-12-13T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:13:06.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a exhausting and frustrating day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought iKssy down to Gleneagles in the morning with Rachel and Aunty Mama. Saw his PD and was given medicine, he can't take cow's milk for the time being due to diarrhoea so was given some soy-based milk. I fed him the milk immediately after we reached home, after that he refused to drink anything. Was worried that he will feel hungry so prepare rice cereal for him, had a few mouthful and he don't want, usually he will finish all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he refused to drink anything from evening till night. Was so worried that he will get dehydrated. So I've got no choice but to let him drink his Similac Follow-On milk, don't want too. Thought probably is because he thought it was the soy-based which is Isomil. Frankly speaking, it stinks, if I was him I would refuse too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was having signs of dehydration already, and was so lethargic, everyone was worried. No matter how we coax or bluff him, he just simply refused. We had tried everything we could but to no avail. And it was Mummy's turn to have diarrhoea and she even vomitted. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today afternoon, he finally drink his milk. Thank god! Thanks to Aunty Mama for bluffing him using bread. Haha. And he finally realised it was his Similac milk instead of Isomil. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope he stays this way till he is fully recovered. Fever had subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the clinic today and was too, given some medicine. And now I feel like I am floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the &lt;em&gt;epidemic&lt;/em&gt; in the house will end soon. Haha. Hope everybody get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- End -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-2283971264973779222?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/2283971264973779222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-has-been-exhausting-and-frustrating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2283971264973779222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/2283971264973779222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-has-been-exhausting-and-frustrating.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-6137509337221319920</id><published>2009-12-12T02:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:18:03.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 2.53am, although I always went to bed at around this time or later but I doubt I can have a good sleep tonight. Because iKssy was sick, when a baby is sick he/she will always wanted to be carried, especially by his/her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although he was asleep now but he will wake up every now crying and I have to carry him up, rocking him gently then tuck him back to sleep. Usually, he only cries for his pacifier, but because he was sick he'd rather be carried than his pacifier. After putting him back to his playpen, then he will want his pacifier. And constantly have to check whether he have poo poo or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's having runs, not only did I have to clean him up, I have to wash up his rocking chair and shorts soaked in detergent because his shit leaked out. I thought to myself, maybe the diaper did not stick properly. Just change to a new one, it will be ok... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened three times already. And the third time his shit leaked out on my t-shirt because I was carrying him. Damn! No one can help me because Sissy, *him and Rachel will run away when iKssy shit-ed. I hate to clean up his poo too but I still have to do it. What to do, that's motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if his condition still doesn't improve tomorrow, I'd have to bring him down to the PD at Gleneagles instead of the GD at Dawson. Damn! It will cost alot at the PD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, money, fly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- End -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-6137509337221319920?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/6137509337221319920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6137509337221319920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6137509337221319920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-9211912245687969957</id><published>2009-12-11T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:56:39.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just what is happening in our house? It seems that everyone is taking turn to get sick. iKssy had diarrhoea today, Rachel too and vomitted, Uncle Beng is also sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also sick, and I have to look after a sick baby. I am so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes feel sore, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I just hope all these shit will pass soon, and everyone to get well soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-9211912245687969957?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/9211912245687969957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-what-is-happening-in-our-house-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/9211912245687969957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/9211912245687969957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-what-is-happening-in-our-house-it.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-7951984609608079003</id><published>2009-12-10T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:32:26.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a sad, sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed iKssy today morning, then I saw his left hand looks swollen. Yes, it was swollen. Quickly told Mummy and we brought him down to the clinic. Was given some medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his condition got worst in the evening. His feet was swollen and had hives breakout at his legs and feet, back of the neck, stomach, hands and face. Brought him down to the clinic again. Oh my. It really pains my heart. Worst still, he has got no appetite to drink his milk and to make things even worst, he simply refused to take his medicine. He screams when we try to feed him with the medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Great'&lt;/span&gt; news, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'friends' &lt;/span&gt;are coming to visit me, I can sense them already. It is going to be my turn to get sick. I got that 'fever' feeling. *sigh* What is going on, man? His fever is kind of high and still have not subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, get well soon, my dear son. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- end -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-7951984609608079003?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/7951984609608079003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-sad-sad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7951984609608079003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7951984609608079003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-sad-sad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-5147294541295021949</id><published>2009-12-10T01:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:25:46.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess wat Rachel said was true, year 2009 was a bad year. The only good thing that had happened to me was the birth of my son. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because everybody was sick in the house. First, iKssy had flu and cough. Then followed by Sissy and Mummy. iKssy has recovered from flu, Sissy had cough and sore throat and Mummy had fever and cough. Soon after Rayzin was sick too, Aunty Mama had diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, Grandma vomitted and was admitted to the hospital in the middle of the night. And while Mummy and Sissy was still not feeling well, iKssy had cough and fever again. Oh my. How great was that. This is one thing I dread the most, when iKssy had fever. Other than it hurts me to see him feeling unwell, i'm constantly worried that I might not do a better job in looking after him and the temperature might hurt his brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why iKssy was having fever now, was it my Mum passes the virus to him or because he was teething?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone will get well soon, especially iKssy and Grandma. *Sigh*. *Cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, *he fainted during work due to low blood sugar and asthma and was admitted to GH. *He was discharged, then Grandma's turn to admitted to GH. -_-" *He was on medical leave for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did all those &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;'friends'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came and visit all at one go? I think those &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;'friends'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will come and visit me sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear '&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;friends'&lt;/span&gt;, if there's nothing else, please go away... far, far away and never come back. We don't welcome you, all of you... at all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You very much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- End -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-5147294541295021949?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/5147294541295021949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-guess-wat-rachel-said-was-true-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5147294541295021949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5147294541295021949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-guess-wat-rachel-said-was-true-year.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-7696979774720567027</id><published>2009-12-07T19:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:51:36.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>♥ Bon Jovi ever since I was a little girl, was influenced by Uncle small. ♥ Every songs from Bon Jovi, especially 'Always'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iKssy had his first hair cut today, after he had shaved &lt;em&gt;'botak'&lt;/em&gt; during his first month. just trimmed the sides, back and front. Thanks to 二婶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Mama is having MC today due to diarrhoea. 二婶came today with cousin Shu Ling, they wanted to see iKssy so I brought him down to Grandma's early today. I am so missing him right now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go get ready now and go down to Grandma's early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, iKssy kissed me twice today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;单身是领悟，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;恋爱是失误，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;分手是觉悟，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;结婚是错误，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;离婚是醒悟，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;再婚是执迷不悟，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;没有情人是废物，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;情人多了是动物。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it too late to say that I had married the wrong guy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-7696979774720567027?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/7696979774720567027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/bon-jovi-ever-since-i-was-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7696979774720567027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7696979774720567027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/bon-jovi-ever-since-i-was-little-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-1068410758914925184</id><published>2009-12-06T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T04:23:42.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xwn2L3I_KJ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xwn2L3I_KJ0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他的镜框留在 某一节车厢&lt;br /&gt;地下铁里的风 比回忆还重&lt;br /&gt;整座城市一直等着我&lt;br /&gt;有一段感情还在漂泊&lt;br /&gt;对他唯一(如果还有)遗憾 是分手那天&lt;br /&gt;我奔腾的眼泪 都停不下来&lt;br /&gt;若那一刻重来 我不哭&lt;br /&gt;让他知道我可以很好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱他 轰轰烈烈最疯狂&lt;br /&gt;我的梦 狠狠碎过却不会忘&lt;br /&gt;曾为他 相信明天就是未来&lt;br /&gt;情节有多坏 都不肯醒来&lt;br /&gt;我爱他 跌跌撞撞到绝望&lt;br /&gt;我的心 深深伤过却不会忘&lt;br /&gt;我和他 不再属于这个地方&lt;br /&gt;最初的天堂 最重的荒唐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果还有遗憾 又怎么样呢&lt;br /&gt;伤了痛了懂了 就能好了吗&lt;br /&gt;曾经依靠彼此的肩膀&lt;br /&gt;如今各自在人海流浪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱他 轰轰烈烈最疯狂&lt;br /&gt;我的梦 狠狠碎过却不会忘&lt;br /&gt;逃不开 爱越深越互相伤害&lt;br /&gt;越深的依赖 越多的空白&lt;br /&gt;该怎么去爱&lt;br /&gt;我爱他 轰轰烈烈最疯狂&lt;br /&gt;我的梦 狠狠碎过却不会忘&lt;br /&gt;曾为他 相信明天就是未来&lt;br /&gt;情节有多坏 都不肯醒来&lt;br /&gt;我爱他 跌跌撞撞到绝望&lt;br /&gt;我的心 深深伤过却不会忘&lt;br /&gt;我和他 不再属于这个地方&lt;br /&gt;最初的天堂 最重的荒唐&lt;br /&gt;如果还有遗憾 是分手那天&lt;br /&gt;我奔腾的眼泪 都停不下来&lt;br /&gt;若那一刻重来&lt;br /&gt;我不哭 让他知道我可以很好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A quick update.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to a temple with Aunt Mama, Rachel and iKssy. Then head over to Marina Square, foodcourt to quench our thirst, and saw sy's third sis, she called me. Haha. She is still so slim after having children, she doesn't even look like she had given birth to three kids! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shopped around then Sakae Sushi-ed, and Daddy came and fetched us home. Rachel and I are damn bloody tired, and we knocked out almost immediately after reached home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that's all? Going to my lala land now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- End -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-1068410758914925184?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/1068410758914925184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-discovered-nice-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1068410758914925184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/1068410758914925184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-discovered-nice-song.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-9044598406529670585</id><published>2009-12-05T15:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:43:19.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just brought ikssy to the clinic, he was given some medicines for his cough, flu and phlegm. doc said the weather is not so good nowadays especially year end as it was colder. i told doc i'm afraid that ikssy will have asthma because *he have, and doc told me if one of the parents have asthma, the child are prone to fall sick easily. O.O it cost me $35 today. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into noah and we walked home together. this fellow is so addicted to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;chicken in a biscuit&lt;/span&gt;. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch Twillight and New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- end -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-9044598406529670585?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/9044598406529670585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-brought-ikssy-to-clinic-he-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/9044598406529670585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/9044598406529670585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-brought-ikssy-to-clinic-he-was.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-6977483287680122633</id><published>2009-12-05T02:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T03:19:25.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i was a teenager, i used to be so obsessed with boybands and stuffs back in the'90s. and daddy will always say：“现在的歌哪里好听，以前的歌才比较好听。”i never get to understand that in the past, i still thought that they are &lt;em&gt;'orbit'&lt;/em&gt;. haha. until now, i finally get to understand what that phrase meant. they think songs in their era are more pleasing to the ears and are more meaningful, but to us it means outdated. but as i grow older, i think otherwise. compared to songs nowadays, i reminisced the songs i used to listened, and even some older ones like Bon Jovi though i have to admit there are some songs now that are quite nice and groovy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every songs hold a different meaning, bringing back different memories of the good old days. i miss those days so much. sy, if you are reading my blog, still remember 'bailamos' and 'bye bye bye'? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a period of time when i listened to TECHNO! OMG! shall not elaborate further. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to search for those songs, found a few. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only did ikssy loves to pull my hair, he knows how to pull his hair too, wonder when did he learn this. now he pulled my hair even harder, both sides. -_-" he doesn't want to kiss me and play clap and pat with me anymore, such a naughty boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is still having flu. once he gets sick, everyone will get it too, one by one. mummy, sissy and rachel got it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- end -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-6977483287680122633?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/6977483287680122633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-i-was-teenager-i-used-to-be-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6977483287680122633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6977483287680122633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-i-was-teenager-i-used-to-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-6527830268449148932</id><published>2009-12-04T02:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:24:49.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a quick update,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikssy know how to kiss me! woots! he kissed me today. haha. he doesn't go &lt;em&gt;"muack"&lt;/em&gt; though, just lean his face over and peck on my face with a open mouth, thus, my face has got his saliva. lol. it all started when i started kissing him and when i stopped, he just leaned his face over on his own to mine and kiss me suddenly! i found that out unknowingly. so, i decided to 'test' him. i kissed him again telling him "mummy kiss you, now kiss mummy" and i tilted my face up a little to prompt him and he kissed me, again! i'm so happy! i showed husB and he was so surprise and wanted ikssy to kiss him too, ikssy did after alot of tries and reluctantly. haha. when mummy came back and i showed her and he did it. but after i tried to make him kiss me again to show sissy, he rejected me. how sad =( all depends on his mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he know how to 'play' with his hands, as in he keep looking at his lil hand and turn left and right, which aunty mama and all the adults will say &lt;em&gt;"na na pom"&lt;/em&gt; whenever he does that. i think it's their kind of childhood baby game? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever he does must let him do it willingly/whenever he's in the mood, else he will get angry if he is forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, had our own &lt;em&gt;'spitfire &lt;s&gt;roast&lt;/s&gt; baked chicken'&lt;/em&gt; yesterday thanks to uncle small. simply delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- end -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-6527830268449148932?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/6527830268449148932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-update-ikssy-know-how-to-kiss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6527830268449148932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/6527830268449148932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-update-ikssy-know-how-to-kiss-me.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-7826123976394018227</id><published>2009-12-02T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:01:00.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjChlmpD0g/SxZILcbHaYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UATHEO05ICw/s1600-h/girl_PMSy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410591363777915266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjChlmpD0g/SxZILcbHaYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UATHEO05ICw/s320/girl_PMSy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will be going to town later with a foul mood, simply because i'm pms-ing along with cramps. so don't try to push your luck on me today 'cause i'll &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bite&lt;/span&gt;! Grrrrrr!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-7826123976394018227?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/7826123976394018227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-will-be-going-to-town-later-with-foul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7826123976394018227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/7826123976394018227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-will-be-going-to-town-later-with-foul.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjChlmpD0g/SxZILcbHaYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UATHEO05ICw/s72-c/girl_PMSy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-5893624915152638067</id><published>2009-12-02T04:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T04:33:54.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was browsing through jas's blog and her photos of cookie in fb, suddenly i realised i miss yukie alot. both yukie and cookie are of the same breed, shih tzu. and i remembered there's something i've wanted to do but kept forgetting ... that is upload yukie's photos in fb. it's such a pity that ikssy will never get to see her when he gets older. i don't even know if she's dead or alive now, but i know husB misses her alot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a shih tzu in my block that look almost similar to yukie, and whenever i saw it, it reminds me of her. i sincerely hope that yukie is living a better life now than before, and that the new owner will loves and dote on her. please don't mistreat her as she is really a nice and sweet girl. if only i had the choice, i definately will not let this incident happen. athough she is not my dog, but i still love her dearly, husB and i don't see her as a dog, we see her as a little girl. i've known her since she was three, she's eleven now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dear yukie, hope to see you someday. miss those times i've spent with you. missed the days when i played, hugged and bathed you, and the way you woke me up. you are the first to let me feel how it was like having a dog because i can't have one. it was a wonderful experience, and thanks for being there for me whenever i'm sad. thank you for leaving me a wonderful memory, yes, one of the best. you are always in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410366181258579586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjChlmpD0g/SxV7YGK0ToI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4ZhdS_JLRdE/s320/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ikssy is so attached to me now, in a way, i am happy but in another way it might also not be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- end -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-5893624915152638067?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/5893624915152638067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-browsing-through-jass-blog-and-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5893624915152638067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/5893624915152638067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-browsing-through-jass-blog-and-her.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpjChlmpD0g/SxV7YGK0ToI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4ZhdS_JLRdE/s72-c/DSC00969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875875664597855423.post-8122446761396017022</id><published>2009-12-01T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T03:02:38.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ikssy is down with flu and cough again. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope he will get well by tomorrow. when he gets sick, it's very exhausting looking after him. all he do is just cry, get very cranky and refuse to drink his milk nor have his medication. make everybody in the house feels so lost and my heart just break seeing him suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the incident, when he was sick for more than one week previously, i got rather afraid whenever he have gotten ill. that experience was the worst one for me ever since ikssy was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, i changed back my blogskin. something is wrong with the code which i can't figure out what went wrong. so, might as well used back the old one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikssy, get well soon. ok? mummy loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- end -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875875664597855423-8122446761396017022?l=because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/feeds/8122446761396017022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/ikssy-is-down-with-flu-and-cough-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8122446761396017022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875875664597855423/posts/default/8122446761396017022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://because-imyourstruly.blogspot.com/2009/12/ikssy-is-down-with-flu-and-cough-again.html' title=''/><author><name>missJess//*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10943802312507457196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
