<?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-1518404558851824777</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:01:01.068+08:00</updated><category term='Away From Home'/><category term='Fashion Food n What Not'/><category term='Life&apos;s Little Upsets'/><category term='Little Adventures'/><category term='Rant All I Want'/><category term='Life in Random'/><category term='That Special Occassion'/><category term='Being Mummy'/><title type='text'>Simply Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-2712631016415937819</id><published>2012-01-28T07:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:13:56.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Food n What Not'/><title type='text'>Marinated Baked Pork Chops</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristygeraldine/SimplyMe?authkey=Gv1sRgCOCSycfC8tS9Fw#5702453988192971010'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-we4nxY5ujuU/TyMvsHpAaQI/AAAAAAAAByw/muEqSrNPSfc/s288/9.jpg' border='0' width='300' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dish is so super delicious and so super easy to make, it's definitely a keeper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sauce goes fantastic with rice and/or bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this recipe online and improvised on it a little and BOOM!, I suddenly have a family favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubs loved it so much that he slurped up all the sauce with bread AFTER he had it with rice! Even Renee finished up her whole bowl of rice easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe serves 3 but the hubs and I are big eaters, so it could serve 4 as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 pieces of lean pork chops, trimmed.&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoon white soya sauce&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoon vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoon brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoon tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoon lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pre-heat oven to 170'C.&lt;br /&gt;2. In a small bowl, mix the soya sauce, vegetable oil, Worcestershire sauce, brown sugar, tomato sauce and lemon juice together until properly blended.&lt;br /&gt;3. Place the pork chops inside a medium sized baking tray and spread half of the sauce over them. Make sure sauce is evenly spread and meat is covered.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bake for 20 minutes, covered.&lt;br /&gt;5. When done, flip the chops over and spread the remaining sauce over them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Bake for 10 minutes, uncovered.&lt;br /&gt;7. Serve with rice and/or bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pork chops can be substituted with chicken as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all love this dish as much as me and mine do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do share with me if you think there are ways to improve on this recipe to make it even more va va voom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-2712631016415937819?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/2712631016415937819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2012/01/marinated-baked-pork-chops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/2712631016415937819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/2712631016415937819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2012/01/marinated-baked-pork-chops.html' title='Marinated Baked Pork Chops'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-we4nxY5ujuU/TyMvsHpAaQI/AAAAAAAAByw/muEqSrNPSfc/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-3895981675392535207</id><published>2012-01-24T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:49:13.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Special Occassion'/><title type='text'>Happy CNY 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristygeraldine/SimplyMe?authkey=Gv1sRgCOCSycfC8tS9Fw#5700885969742122082'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BLT1BdYRm2g/Tx2dlbt8zGI/AAAAAAAAByg/f5Tbq8uvwQc/s288/9.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pic was taken early this morning when we were all still fresh and energetic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long 1st day of visiting different relatives, I finally have time to sit back and relax a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also to take some time to wish my readers (if I have any), a very Happy &amp; Prosperous Dragon Year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-3895981675392535207?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/3895981675392535207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-cny-2012.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3895981675392535207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3895981675392535207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-cny-2012.html' title='Happy CNY 2012'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BLT1BdYRm2g/Tx2dlbt8zGI/AAAAAAAAByg/f5Tbq8uvwQc/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-5909855767481162506</id><published>2012-01-20T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T01:21:20.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Food n What Not'/><title type='text'>Tuna Casserole</title><content type='html'>Over the pass 2 days, I whipped up pretty tedious dishes for dinner so for tonight, I decided, why not do something simple? Besides, I still had a packet of pasta that was very near expiry and we didn't want that to go to waste now, do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the recipe for my homemade Tuna Casserole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serves 2&lt;/b&gt; (but my 'serves 2' can really serve 3 or even 4 small eaters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristygeraldine/SimplyMe?authkey=Gv1sRgCOCSycfC8tS9Fw#5699393753518871074'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X9F01kkfAmo/TxhQbBGSkiI/AAAAAAAAByY/F58h-1tLkiE/s288/9.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 cups elbow pasta / macaroni&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cups shredded cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 can of tuna (drained)&lt;br /&gt;1 small can of cream of mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;A handful of crushed potato chips (I used Lay's Classic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cook the pasta until al-dante or soft. Drain.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mix in the mushroom soup, tuna and 1 cup of cheese. Mix well.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pre-heat oven to 180'C.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pour the pasta mixture into a 9' x 3' baking tray.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sprinkle the remaining half cup of cheese on top.&lt;br /&gt;6. Lastly, sprinkle on the handful of crushed chips.&lt;br /&gt;7. Bake for 15 - 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple. Filling. And takes less than an hour to whip up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tuna can also be replaced with chicken or beef or just plain vegetables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're replacing it with chicken, just change the mushroom soup to chicken soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're replacing it with beef, just use liquid beef stock instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you love this recipe as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-5909855767481162506?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/5909855767481162506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2012/01/tuna-casserole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5909855767481162506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5909855767481162506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2012/01/tuna-casserole.html' title='Tuna Casserole'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X9F01kkfAmo/TxhQbBGSkiI/AAAAAAAAByY/F58h-1tLkiE/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-8116894483606265592</id><published>2012-01-12T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:39:17.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Mummy'/><title type='text'>2012 and a little more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's so funny how one tiny little baby can turn your whole world upside down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And make you wish that you had more than 24 hours in a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Just to get basic daily chores done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And maybe squeeze in some 'relax' time in between (if you're real lucky).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But then, I really don't have such luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Therefore the lack of blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;But I do have time to tweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ample of time actually. When I'm breastfeeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So currently, that's where the blog is happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Limited to 140 words of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Christmas passed by really fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;In fact, I counted down to Christmas sitting on the floor at Godma's, cleaning poo from Dylan's ass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I also counted down to the new year sitting on the bed upstairs in Sarah's room cleaning poo from Dylan's ass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes. My life is interesting like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPQlYPP7bs0/Tw6O_69ioFI/AAAAAAAABwg/0FhB06nVF9I/s1600/IMG_1905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPQlYPP7bs0/Tw6O_69ioFI/AAAAAAAABwg/0FhB06nVF9I/s400/IMG_1905.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dylan saying goodnight to 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvqbTbkpg14/Tw6PJK3VmhI/AAAAAAAABwo/yE_zfq95JXM/s1600/IMG_1906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvqbTbkpg14/Tw6PJK3VmhI/AAAAAAAABwo/yE_zfq95JXM/s640/IMG_1906.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My last meal of 2011 - mummy's famous mai fun tong, ipoh salted chicken, char siew and siew yoke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iM4uodCmRr4/Tw6PQnvdWFI/AAAAAAAABww/OGPWiQ1BNmk/s1600/IMG_1913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iM4uodCmRr4/Tw6PQnvdWFI/AAAAAAAABww/OGPWiQ1BNmk/s640/IMG_1913.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Renee experiencing her first ever hair cut in 3 years 4 months plus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She got a bob!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0S4WhVtgf0/Tw6PYTq3mwI/AAAAAAAABw4/emj6xCIjdFU/s1600/IMG_1921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0S4WhVtgf0/Tw6PYTq3mwI/AAAAAAAABw4/emj6xCIjdFU/s640/IMG_1921.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dylan's first yawn for 2012 (i think)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt6NjNZx2Vg/Tw6PaJxpcLI/AAAAAAAABxA/pZIjlVJj_Gw/s1600/IMG_1928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt6NjNZx2Vg/Tw6PaJxpcLI/AAAAAAAABxA/pZIjlVJj_Gw/s400/IMG_1928.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Rodrigues clan came back from Oz so we cousins all gathered for a group pic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYuCJFFa0-c/Tw6PbTY3D7I/AAAAAAAABxI/YZaWUjj4_8w/s1600/IMG_1929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYuCJFFa0-c/Tw6PbTY3D7I/AAAAAAAABxI/YZaWUjj4_8w/s400/IMG_1929.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Random pic of my keychain stuffed in the car door's pocket&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rm96rvJgkEs/Tw6PdHnkeSI/AAAAAAAABxQ/JrZTZ07CC54/s1600/IMG_1930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rm96rvJgkEs/Tw6PdHnkeSI/AAAAAAAABxQ/JrZTZ07CC54/s400/IMG_1930.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Queuing up for my late lunch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drive-throughs are what I frequent these days with Dylan in the baby seat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YT8yEpMwUEs/Tw6PkW-BIKI/AAAAAAAABxY/ySAyqMMT5sI/s1600/IMG_1932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YT8yEpMwUEs/Tw6PkW-BIKI/AAAAAAAABxY/ySAyqMMT5sI/s640/IMG_1932.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6jfVaHwi9Pk/Tw6PqKHPJjI/AAAAAAAABxg/4Q7c1SyCQUE/s1600/IMG_1933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6jfVaHwi9Pk/Tw6PqKHPJjI/AAAAAAAABxg/4Q7c1SyCQUE/s640/IMG_1933.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cgnSlYff82w/Tw6PsnDpRmI/AAAAAAAABxo/5AS9VWbiOLI/s1600/IMG_1942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cgnSlYff82w/Tw6PsnDpRmI/AAAAAAAABxo/5AS9VWbiOLI/s400/IMG_1942.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYWy5ArFAIE/Tw6PvbXdgbI/AAAAAAAABxw/TEtpoMCEbzc/s1600/IMG_1943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYWy5ArFAIE/Tw6PvbXdgbI/AAAAAAAABxw/TEtpoMCEbzc/s400/IMG_1943.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hubs brought me grocery shopping at Ben's @ Publika&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sKnv7Xa3OGc/Tw6PwZVVp3I/AAAAAAAABx4/Y0k7qk5MUA4/s1600/IMG_1944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sKnv7Xa3OGc/Tw6PwZVVp3I/AAAAAAAABx4/Y0k7qk5MUA4/s640/IMG_1944.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Food village @ Publika&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bought Chatime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ordered 3 drinks and asked for double pearls for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heard the counter girl tell the customer behind me "Sorry. No more pearls" as I was walking away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahahaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uWcJKaXpXsE/Tw6Px4rfEEI/AAAAAAAAByA/cIoFRt81JNE/s1600/IMG_1946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uWcJKaXpXsE/Tw6Px4rfEEI/AAAAAAAAByA/cIoFRt81JNE/s400/IMG_1946.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little baby cousin Jordan not so little anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's one of the lead actors on Oz's famous Dance Academy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HceZABic0ak/Tw6P44HPQxI/AAAAAAAAByI/ECJ697Ue8u4/s1600/IMG_1951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HceZABic0ak/Tw6P44HPQxI/AAAAAAAAByI/ECJ697Ue8u4/s640/IMG_1951.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Renee on her first official day to school&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So that about sums up what I've been up to since 2012 began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just the usual ho hum of family life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I love my little family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No matter how insane they drive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-8116894483606265592?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/8116894483606265592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-and-little-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/8116894483606265592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/8116894483606265592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-and-little-more.html' title='2012 and a little more'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPQlYPP7bs0/Tw6O_69ioFI/AAAAAAAABwg/0FhB06nVF9I/s72-c/IMG_1905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-1014054322610507836</id><published>2011-12-13T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:02:10.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>Random Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The four of us went to Empire for Christmas shopping and dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;For the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was fun but it was also stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Had to feed Dylan in Madam Kwan when SK wanted to stop there for early dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;At 6pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, only he (and Dylan), had their food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And then when we stopped at Lameeya for proper dinner at 8.30pm, Dylan also woke up for his next feed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought there was a nursing room in Tangs and rushed there with a wailing Dylan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Only to be told that there was NO nursing room in Tangs and that the ONLY nursing room available was one floor above at the OTHER END from where I was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;-_-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;At least now I know where the nursing room in Empire is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_yfiUFyk2M/TucSgpLTKtI/AAAAAAAABtI/7uo9LWYOaE8/s1600/IMG_1811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_yfiUFyk2M/TucSgpLTKtI/AAAAAAAABtI/7uo9LWYOaE8/s640/IMG_1811.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;trying on clothes before leaving for Empire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;still could not fit into any of my skinnies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bEqwdl20glM/TucSiR-jG4I/AAAAAAAABtQ/mk7HuhKS80U/s1600/IMG_1813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bEqwdl20glM/TucSiR-jG4I/AAAAAAAABtQ/mk7HuhKS80U/s400/IMG_1813.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Renee and Dylan in the twin stroller for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;both deep asleep when we arrived at Empire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was Shanya's baptism-cum-fullmoon do at Godma's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We didn't go to church for the baptism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But we made it to Godm'as house for the fullmoon luncheon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As usual, we arrived late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lunch started at 2pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We arrived at almost 3pm &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;*blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpraLHZw3lA/TucSpXjB-XI/AAAAAAAABtY/O4hpxRlSaU0/s1600/IMG_1814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpraLHZw3lA/TucSpXjB-XI/AAAAAAAABtY/O4hpxRlSaU0/s640/IMG_1814.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;my first ever taste of macaroons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and it's the famous ones from Nathalie Gourmet Studios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm no longer a macaroon virgin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xmQeaMf0_8/TucSv1jq3EI/AAAAAAAABtg/OGP0UwPR8Kg/s1600/IMG_1816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xmQeaMf0_8/TucSv1jq3EI/AAAAAAAABtg/OGP0UwPR8Kg/s640/IMG_1816.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IOKjnohygFA/TucS4JtJbOI/AAAAAAAABto/RKVJ1H1HcI8/s1600/IMG_1817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IOKjnohygFA/TucS4JtJbOI/AAAAAAAABto/RKVJ1H1HcI8/s640/IMG_1817.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shanya Charisse Ravindran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Born Oct 26th, 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Weighing 3.55kgs at birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzKfG-ASjek/TucTR7wFBwI/AAAAAAAABt4/ENOr6sIYyrU/s1600/PC110018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzKfG-ASjek/TucTR7wFBwI/AAAAAAAABt4/ENOr6sIYyrU/s640/PC110018.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;at home before leaving for Godma's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;holding her precious pringles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;waiting for me to finish feeding Dylan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRltN3_2s70/TucTZex_FYI/AAAAAAAABuA/To7IK3vghwU/s1600/PC110019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRltN3_2s70/TucTZex_FYI/AAAAAAAABuA/To7IK3vghwU/s640/PC110019.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a fully-fed and satisfied Dylan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HU8QL1P8fRs/TucTfND_6UI/AAAAAAAABuI/zGhwulHb1v8/s1600/PC110022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HU8QL1P8fRs/TucTfND_6UI/AAAAAAAABuI/zGhwulHb1v8/s640/PC110022.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daddy carrying Dylan for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;See how stressed up he looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0S7-AE9D-Xg/TucTsVVhNuI/AAAAAAAABuQ/WKCqP0sEYsM/s1600/PC110023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0S7-AE9D-Xg/TucTsVVhNuI/AAAAAAAABuQ/WKCqP0sEYsM/s640/PC110023.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pretty scarves from Chiang Mai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;souvenirs from cousin Michele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;picked a&amp;nbsp;turquoise one for Sarah, a reddish-orange one for Jodie and a&amp;nbsp;psychedelic one for myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKdFasK--Qg/TucT0z9_OQI/AAAAAAAABuY/5vPFCU8zp4Y/s1600/PC110027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKdFasK--Qg/TucT0z9_OQI/AAAAAAAABuY/5vPFCU8zp4Y/s640/PC110027.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;4 generations in the family.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;grandma, me, mummy, Dylan, Shanya, Godma, Lynette &amp;amp; grandpa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Pictures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2Q9Khwye2I/TucUHd2kefI/AAAAAAAABug/nNN9cgVkEgA/s1600/P1010001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2Q9Khwye2I/TucUHd2kefI/AAAAAAAABug/nNN9cgVkEgA/s640/P1010001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yMwn6nNAIhQ/TucUm12MjXI/AAAAAAAABuo/3cTX4zTWXjI/s1600/P1010002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yMwn6nNAIhQ/TucUm12MjXI/AAAAAAAABuo/3cTX4zTWXjI/s640/P1010002.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;testing out my new toy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-1014054322610507836?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/1014054322610507836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/1014054322610507836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/1014054322610507836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-happenings.html' title='Random Happenings'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D_yfiUFyk2M/TucSgpLTKtI/AAAAAAAABtI/7uo9LWYOaE8/s72-c/IMG_1811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-7359740237187181646</id><published>2011-12-08T05:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:47:49.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant All I Want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Mummy'/><title type='text'>So u think I am very free?</title><content type='html'>Yes. Looking after a house, handling a 3yo toddler and managing a newborn all at the same time is the easiest job in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what people think. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the reality okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a fucking feeding machine! Out of 24hrs in a day, I think I spend 18 freaking hours just on feeding and burping alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining 6 hrs is used to bathe and diaper change Dylan, bathe and feed Renee, bathe and feed myself, tidy up the house (because nobody helps me!!!) and do the laundry ie. wash, dry, fold, put back in wardrobe. And all these done around Dylan's unpredictable sleeping times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. There is no 'sleep' in that list because there IS NO SLEEP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no sleep during daytime because if I'm even lucky, I get at least 2 hrs straight to rush through my shower, prepare lunch and make sure Renee and I have our food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, before I can even finish lunch, Dylan wakes up dy and I end up spending the next 2 hrs feeding him and trying to put him back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally goes back to sleep, I get to finish up my already cold lunch, wash up the dishes, do laundry, tidy up the house a bit and give Renee her bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually though, I only get to finish up my lunch, wash dishes and bathe Renee before he wakes up again. Then the next 2 hrs is again spent on feeding and trying to put him back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm lucky, I get to do laundry and tidy up house. If I'm not, then that will have to wait till tomorrow, or at most times, I rush through it while leaving Dylan to wail away in his cot / basinet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it's rushing to prep and feed Renee dinner, wash up dishes and then prepare Dylan for night wipe down and bed time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through the nite is the same thing. If I'm lucky, he sleeps straight 2 hrs before his next feed so I get sleep as well. But again, that's usually not the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He feeds, fusses, burps and sleeps. By the time I get my mind to relax and fall asleep, he's awake for his next feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or I have to change his diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or it's because I have a snoring machine AND a squealing machine in the same room as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the time I get to have some decent sleep, it's time to wake up and start the day all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it was my choice to stay home and look after my own children and my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But DO NOT, for a second, think that I'm very free at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT, for a second, think that I'm getting so much sleep that I 'should' wake up earlier to get more things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am NOT free and I'm certainly NOT getting enough sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, bear with my 'lack of patience' and my 'absentmindedness' okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I think I'm doing a pretty good job as it is already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you think you can do better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-7359740237187181646?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/7359740237187181646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-u-think-i-very-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7359740237187181646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7359740237187181646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-u-think-i-very-free.html' title='So u think I am very free?'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-6304379698390321726</id><published>2011-11-28T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T19:28:03.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Food n What Not'/><title type='text'>MyCameraCouture.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Was looking around for a nice strap for my camera but couldn't find any available here in KL. The one that I found and really liked cost about RM200 plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was different from the usual black straps that comes free with purchases of camera, but not so different that I was willing to part with that kind of money for. And so, I continued my search.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how went you visit a site and it comes up with a list of links related to the site you're on? Well, I went onto eBay to see if the strap I liked was selling for cheaper but it was still the same price, and underneath it there was a whole list of related links and one of them was &lt;a href="http://mycameracouture.com./"&gt;MyCameraCouture.com.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a website selling only camera straps, all personally designed and custom-made by the owner of the site itself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;And I found soooooo many that I liked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The designs were soooooo much nicer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;AND the prices were also sooooo much cheaper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So I bought myself 2 straps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As a delivery present to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I calculated the dates, and knew that I would be receiving it a few days after I gave birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EsUdSxnuHQI/TtNzLT7q0II/AAAAAAAABs4/IgUBOCtXjmw/s1600/IMG_1783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EsUdSxnuHQI/TtNzLT7q0II/AAAAAAAABs4/IgUBOCtXjmw/s400/IMG_1783.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And true enough, about a week after Dylan and I were discharged from the hospital, I received a parcel in the mail. It was from Canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9o05QUy_STo/TtNzMZsnaOI/AAAAAAAABtA/nbqAbX6FxN4/s1600/IMG_1786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9o05QUy_STo/TtNzMZsnaOI/AAAAAAAABtA/nbqAbX6FxN4/s400/IMG_1786.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My camera is totally rocking it's new look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm totally loving my cam's new look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And both straps PLUS shipping cost me only RM180 plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-6304379698390321726?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/6304379698390321726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/11/mycameracouturecom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6304379698390321726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6304379698390321726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/11/mycameracouturecom.html' title='MyCameraCouture.com'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EsUdSxnuHQI/TtNzLT7q0II/AAAAAAAABs4/IgUBOCtXjmw/s72-c/IMG_1783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-2689554628712526213</id><published>2011-11-24T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T00:08:56.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Mummy'/><title type='text'>Juggling</title><content type='html'>So it's almost 6 days since Dylan joined our little family and he's been a joy to have around. No doubt the day and night feeds, the pooping and the changing of a million diapers a day has tired both SK and I out but we're not complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, so far Dylan has been a pretty easy baby to handle. He wakes for his feeds and when he has had enough, he sleeps for 3 hours, allowing me to take my shower, have my lunch, feed Renee her lunch and even some extra time just to sit back and relax a little. I hope i didn't jinx it by blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does tire me out emotionally to no end is the juggling of balancing out the time and attention spent with both my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan is a baby. Obviously he needs my attention more. But Renee is also feeling slightly left out. She's been extra sticky and cheeky, craving for that attention that was all hers once upon a time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I try so hard not to do anything that might make her feel even more left out. Whenever I'm done with Dylan, I try to spend time doing things with her. And when she gets cranky and wants only me and nobody else, I try not to snap at her or scream at her or tell her to go to daddy/nana/kung kung/etc because like I said, I do not want her to feel like Dylan has taken me away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a good girl. She helps me while i change Dylan's diapers by soaking the cotton balls for me and passing it to me when asked. She kisses Dylan off and on at her own free will, she snuggles up to him when he's asleep and she's so proud to tell people that Dylan is her baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i do what i can to make her still feel loved and part of the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taking a toll on me but this juggle is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-V9pa51wypzE/Ts0aiwaP4xI/AAAAAAAABsw/1MqXNi31DLo/s640/blogger-image--1255114831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-V9pa51wypzE/Ts0aiwaP4xI/AAAAAAAABsw/1MqXNi31DLo/s640/blogger-image--1255114831.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-2689554628712526213?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/2689554628712526213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/11/juggling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/2689554628712526213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/2689554628712526213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/11/juggling.html' title='Juggling'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-V9pa51wypzE/Ts0aiwaP4xI/AAAAAAAABsw/1MqXNi31DLo/s72-c/blogger-image--1255114831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-7792912112667255985</id><published>2011-11-19T05:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:23:53.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Mummy'/><title type='text'>Dylan...</title><content type='html'>As of Nov 18th, 2011, my status has been upgraded once yet again - Mummy 2.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 5.30am and I'm up feeding my newborn baby boy, the second child God has blessed us with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten how wonderful it feels to be holding my very own newborn baby and what joy it gives. To actually imagine that this little baby was formed inside me, it's just such an amazing feeling that words cannot describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little wailing creature has only been in my life for less than 24 hrs and yet, I already know that I will sacrifice my very own life just for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GQ0ulsovgIE/TsbSODDDJrI/AAAAAAAABq4/tSdeIgrZYg4/s640/blogger-image-34676524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GQ0ulsovgIE/TsbSODDDJrI/AAAAAAAABq4/tSdeIgrZYg4/s400/blogger-image-34676524.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-7792912112667255985?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/7792912112667255985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-of-nov-18th-2011-my-status-has-been.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7792912112667255985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7792912112667255985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-of-nov-18th-2011-my-status-has-been.html' title='Dylan...'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GQ0ulsovgIE/TsbSODDDJrI/AAAAAAAABq4/tSdeIgrZYg4/s72-c/blogger-image-34676524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-1992122890975775943</id><published>2011-09-22T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T20:02:55.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Away From Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>My feedback on the Banjaran Weekend Getaway - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I take back my words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I ABSOLUTELY ENJOYED BANJARAN AND AM LOOKING FORWARD TO GOING BACK AGAIN SOMETIME SOON!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XexCHW36Lt8/Tnhy_2FxNdI/AAAAAAAABpA/r34Su4JhLWU/s1600/IMG_4053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XexCHW36Lt8/Tnhy_2FxNdI/AAAAAAAABpA/r34Su4JhLWU/s640/IMG_4053.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;view from reception area&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Day 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We agreed to meet up with parents and sisters at the Sg. Buloh R&amp;amp;R at 10am and head up to Ipoh together. The night before we left, Jodie called me and told me that mummy was prepared for us to be late and to arrive at only 10.30am (because we're always late).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course when I heard that, I was determined to prove them wrong and show them that we weren't always late la. So I told SK to get everything packed and that we will leave the house by latest 9am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Miraculously, we did leave the house by 9am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. 9.30am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But important thing was, we got there before them and even had time to have breakfast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So take that. Hmph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We arrived in Ipoh at about 1pm and stopped to have lunch at one of the coffee shops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Restaurant New Hollywood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nama glamour saja tapi memang coffee shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And SK insisted that he's brought me there before during our dating days but I have no recollection whatsoever. He must have mistaken me for one of his many girlfriends. Player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5o0W6cn8mZQ/TnhzHupaQ1I/AAAAAAAABpE/6-B1Szml_4E/s1600/IMG_4060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5o0W6cn8mZQ/TnhzHupaQ1I/AAAAAAAABpE/6-B1Szml_4E/s640/IMG_4060.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;our private plunge pool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We each had our own villas but each villa was so big I think all of us could have stayed together in one. But they only allow 2 adults per villa that's why we had to take 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So mummy and daddy had one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jodie and Sarah had one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And SK, Renee and I had one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The villas were so big and gorgeous we were 'Ooh-ing' and 'Aah-ing' at everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon entering the doors to our own respective villas, we were greeted with the gorgeous view of our own private plunge pool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A huge living / dining area faced the pool, facing the open greenery that surrounded the villas and of course, the spectacular caves around as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were surrounded by lush greenery, hot water springs everywhere and really tall natural caves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hhZP8sqQ0zA/TnhzL0CuGCI/AAAAAAAABpI/fYSbUGDq7sY/s1600/IMG_4080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hhZP8sqQ0zA/TnhzL0CuGCI/AAAAAAAABpI/fYSbUGDq7sY/s640/IMG_4080.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;warm water pool outside our villas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining when we checked in so we spent the afternoon checking out our own villas, unpacking our toiletries and just getting used to what was to be our 'home' for the next 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain slowed down, we headed out to the warm water pool and just lazed there for the remaining daylight hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had huge lizards lazing around the pool with us.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being one with nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sU3GI4qN93I/TnhzNTmH_WI/AAAAAAAABpM/FcgSH3hcyrM/s1600/IMG_4089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sU3GI4qN93I/TnhzNTmH_WI/AAAAAAAABpM/FcgSH3hcyrM/s640/IMG_4089.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the lizard that lepak-ed with us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also tried out the hot-springs dipping wells but it was soooooo hot, I couldn't even put my feet in for more than 5 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know how mummy, daddy and SK could sink their whole bodies in.&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting around it was making me&amp;nbsp;perspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while the 3 of them dipped in the BOILING HOT WATER, Jodie, Sarah, Renee and I sat squatting down around the well like monkeys, afraid to have our feet touch the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah did try putting her legs in for more than 10 seconds and they came out RED.&lt;br /&gt;Like boiled lobster red.&lt;br /&gt;In her words, it was so stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tf_RKmB0pQ/TnhzQmibx8I/AAAAAAAABpQ/2Saih0yVd00/s1600/IMG_4095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tf_RKmB0pQ/TnhzQmibx8I/AAAAAAAABpQ/2Saih0yVd00/s640/IMG_4095.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;surrounded by natural hot springs that was too hot for people to be allowed into it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We then went to check out the Dr. Fish Spa, which was a shallow pond filled with tiny fishes that eats away your dead skin when you soak your feet inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I happily enjoyed having them pick at all my dead skin that I didn't even realize that one part of my feet started bleeding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They were freaking chewing on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never went back again after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0wptjqZF7A/TnhzZfeFceI/AAAAAAAABpU/hlWz3MiDVBM/s1600/IMG_4096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0wptjqZF7A/TnhzZfeFceI/AAAAAAAABpU/hlWz3MiDVBM/s640/IMG_4096.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the dipping wells where the 'cooler' water were, kononlah. Was still so HOT!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had dinner at The Pomelo, their in-house restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Too lazy to drive out for dinner after the long drive from KL and Renee was sleepy as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was buffet-styled dinner and I was expecting 'light, healthy dishes' as was stated in their website so I wasn't really looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But boy was I surprised when I saw their array of food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was Acar, Kerabu Mangga, Kerabu Chicken Feet, Cold Cuts, preserved fruits, tom yum seafood soup, steamed rice, ayam masak kicap, ikan pedas, stir-fried vege, ginger beef, and all sorts of desserts, cakes, fruits and puddings!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course the variety is nothing compared to our 5-star hotels in KL la but for a retreat, the food was good enough lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So that was Day 1 of the Banjaran weekend getaway and so far, I was already falling in love with the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-1992122890975775943?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/1992122890975775943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-feedback-on-banjaran-weekend-getaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/1992122890975775943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/1992122890975775943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-feedback-on-banjaran-weekend-getaway.html' title='My feedback on the Banjaran Weekend Getaway - Day 1'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XexCHW36Lt8/Tnhy_2FxNdI/AAAAAAAABpA/r34Su4JhLWU/s72-c/IMG_4053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-5772620013638885954</id><published>2011-09-09T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:03:46.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>Hotsprings Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYbWOl1_am8/TmoG9TvdNzI/AAAAAAAABo4/3AThbDvlqzc/s1600/g_pool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYbWOl1_am8/TmoG9TvdNzI/AAAAAAAABo4/3AThbDvlqzc/s640/g_pool.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;photo taken from Banjaran's official website&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exactly a week from today, my parents, sisters, hubby, Renee and I will be heading to the Banjaran Hotsprings Retreat in Ipoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reason why we're going on a family holiday is because my youngest sister, Sarah, will be back from London for 3 weeks and the parents wanted to go somewhere where the family could....erm....bond.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So mummy chose this place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From their website, I could tell that this is quite a high-end, luxurious place that without my parents paying, I doubt I would ever be able to afford to go there on my own. I mean, it's stated there RM1,800 per night per villa! Now, WHY IN THE WORLD would I want to part with RM1,800 just to go to this place? I'd rather use the money and do something more interesting....like go to Perhentian and spend a month there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, in a way, I was kindda looking forward to going so that I could spend some time with the family but when I also found out that one of their policy was "No children under 8 years old allowed", I was a little taken aback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, so you are a high-end, luxurious spa retreat whatever and you don't want noisy children running around for fear of disturbing your other guests who are actually there to meditate bla bla bla so you don't allow children under 8 to be there. Ok, I understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mummy managed to get them to make an exception for Renee cos we're taking 3 villas for 2 nights each so just do your own calculation to see how much they are gonna be earning from my parents for just next weekend alone and NO, FOOD IS NOT INCLUDED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, food served in the spa retreat is nothing that would satisfy a hungry pregnant woman. Because they are all into wholesomeness and health, of course, the food there is organic healthy stuff. I'm talking "light, healthy &amp;amp; nutritious dishes" here. Adding to that, their restaurant is not 24 hours so I don't get to order in-room service after 10pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10pm!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I GET HUNGRY EVERY 2 HOURS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now, not only do I have to deal with their "light, healthy &amp;amp; nutritious spa cuisine", I also have to starve myself??? I'm gonna be smuggling in A LOT of instant cup noodles and chocolates. And please don't give me the whole "instant noodles not nutritious for your baby" crap. I'm gonna be eating NUTRITIOUS, HEALTHY, LIGHT food all day long so yes, I get to enjoy a little junk at nights k.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've also told hubby to drive me out to Ipoh town after 10pm to have supper and tapow whatever I can back to the retreat. Hopefully I dont get caught smuggling unhealthy food in. Worse, hopefully they don't LOCK UP THEIR GATES to the outside world after 10pm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, putting the food aside, I was really looking forward to going and dipping in the hot pools cos I do so love hot water, but then I was told by my gynea that I'm NOT ALLOWED INTO HOTSPRINGS FML!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently, anything above 39 degrees in temperature will send my baby into a high fever and spasms because although outside temp is only 39, my core temp is always 1 or 2 degrees higher.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, let me list it all down here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. I am pressured to run after my 3-yo the whole day to make sure she doesn't run around, scream / laugh / cry too loudly so that she doesn't disturb other guests,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. I have to put up with 'light, healthy dishes' which is only served 3 times a day and starve in between meals and at nights, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I am not allowed to enjoy the hotsprings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Erm....remind me again why I'm going there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yah, to BOND with the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, seriously, I'd rather have the money and spend a whole month in Perhentian, and I might even have balance to spend on shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At least at Perhentian, I get to spend 1 month there, EAT ALL I WANT ALL DAY LONG, and Renee is free to behave like a 3 year old without me having to thwart her every action.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having said this though, I appreciate that this trip is paid for. That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-5772620013638885954?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/5772620013638885954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/09/hotsprings-retreat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5772620013638885954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5772620013638885954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/09/hotsprings-retreat.html' title='Hotsprings Retreat'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYbWOl1_am8/TmoG9TvdNzI/AAAAAAAABo4/3AThbDvlqzc/s72-c/g_pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-5683672763400682838</id><published>2011-09-05T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T17:56:59.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Food n What Not'/><title type='text'>Prawns in Chinese Rice Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Had a few friends asking me how to make this dish since I tweeted about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's actually very simple and I got this recipe from my late yeh-yeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was his favorite dish to cook and each time we went back for family dinners, this dish will definitely be there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So here's the recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8qNJsJZs8E/TmSX4Qxw4yI/AAAAAAAABo0/-fCS9fXlSgA/s1600/IMG_1438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8qNJsJZs8E/TmSX4Qxw4yI/AAAAAAAABo0/-fCS9fXlSgA/s640/IMG_1438.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;About 20pcs of big prawns (cleaned and heads removed but still shelled)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cloves garlic - diced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 tablespoons white soya sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 table spoon Chinese Rice Wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon brown sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoon cooking oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a small bowl, mix the white soya sauce, Chinese Rice Wine and sugar together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heat up the wok with the cooking oil.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When wok is hot enough, stir fry the garlic until golden brown. Add in the prawns and stir fry till prawns are cooked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn to slow fire and pour in the mixture of soya sauce, rice wine and sugar. Slowly stir fry for another 5 - 10 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serve hot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;See. Easy peasy!&lt;br /&gt;And taste good.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I like it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you do too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-5683672763400682838?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/5683672763400682838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/09/prawns-in-chinese-rice-wine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5683672763400682838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5683672763400682838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/09/prawns-in-chinese-rice-wine.html' title='Prawns in Chinese Rice Wine'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8qNJsJZs8E/TmSX4Qxw4yI/AAAAAAAABo0/-fCS9fXlSgA/s72-c/IMG_1438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-4512873889452690110</id><published>2011-09-05T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T17:30:56.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Mummy'/><title type='text'>Asthma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;About 2 weeks after our Perhentian trip, Renee was admitted into hospital for having lungs infection which then confirmed her as asthmatic. She had to be on the neubalizer every 3 hours for 3 days and 2 nights to clear up the congestion in her lungs .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;At the same time, I was sick myself. Had the same problem, lungs congestion (so now we know who Renee takes after), nose was so totally jammed up I had to breathe through my mouth and I lost hearing in my right ear. I was also on the inhaler to clear my own lungs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So imagine what a great condition we both were in during that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZbbz4Sp2U4/TmSEWHXkCrI/AAAAAAAABoU/68-Qe-pNdR8/s1600/IMG_1397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZbbz4Sp2U4/TmSEWHXkCrI/AAAAAAAABoU/68-Qe-pNdR8/s640/IMG_1397.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entertaining herself with the cartoon channels and the iPad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxJi1pVzZg4/TmSEXaagVaI/AAAAAAAABoY/Qh9RqUg4a-Q/s1600/IMG_1398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxJi1pVzZg4/TmSEXaagVaI/AAAAAAAABoY/Qh9RqUg4a-Q/s640/IMG_1398.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Had her finger pricked for blood sample&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZsxv0HlkG0/TmSEYtmbc1I/AAAAAAAABoc/xzDwkirjMno/s1600/IMG_1399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZsxv0HlkG0/TmSEYtmbc1I/AAAAAAAABoc/xzDwkirjMno/s640/IMG_1399.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Being a good girl holding her own neubalizer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost a month after being discharged, her condition has improved a lot. Although she is still on the inhaler at home and on some other medication to ensure that her lungs are kept clear, she's stopped coughing, and she's back to her active self again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have also stopped giving her Vitagen and ice-cream but then again, she is just a child so being the bad mummy that I am, I&amp;nbsp;occasionally sneak her an ice-cream cup or two as treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other random pictures I took:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIMq2hsFJU0/TmSEaCBjj3I/AAAAAAAABog/JY3TV1yDQWo/s1600/IMG_1418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIMq2hsFJU0/TmSEaCBjj3I/AAAAAAAABog/JY3TV1yDQWo/s640/IMG_1418.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Renee sunnies shopping while her mummy was shoe shopping&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4vP4V4jg64/TmSEahDJ-XI/AAAAAAAABok/NMGAv2BpH5U/s1600/IMG_1446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4vP4V4jg64/TmSEahDJ-XI/AAAAAAAABok/NMGAv2BpH5U/s640/IMG_1446.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the playground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3DmqnIOtZ4/TmSEca342uI/AAAAAAAABoo/Wqh_uloH4cQ/s1600/IMG_1447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n3DmqnIOtZ4/TmSEca342uI/AAAAAAAABoo/Wqh_uloH4cQ/s640/IMG_1447.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Being her usual cheeky self&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfPgRSEOBLc/TmSEdA6hrPI/AAAAAAAABos/fxemDXUquKE/s1600/IMG_1449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfPgRSEOBLc/TmSEdA6hrPI/AAAAAAAABos/fxemDXUquKE/s640/IMG_1449.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Painted my toe nails purple with silver french&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sH-i1dc0SpI/TmSEeelbrtI/AAAAAAAABow/jIpqtjtaE_I/s1600/IMG_1471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sH-i1dc0SpI/TmSEeelbrtI/AAAAAAAABow/jIpqtjtaE_I/s640/IMG_1471.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The stupid frog that jumped on my right feet giving me a fright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-4512873889452690110?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/4512873889452690110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/09/asthma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4512873889452690110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4512873889452690110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/09/asthma.html' title='Asthma'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZbbz4Sp2U4/TmSEWHXkCrI/AAAAAAAABoU/68-Qe-pNdR8/s72-c/IMG_1397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-7416199274896465023</id><published>2011-08-05T14:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:35:52.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saved A Life Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristygeraldine/SimplyMe?authkey=Gv1sRgCOCSycfC8tS9Fw#5637256893315694962'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0srmCzd8mSk/TjuPRum0QXI/AAAAAAAABoM/8dZ-CKYhPkM/s288/9.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a little baby catterpillar on my greens today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i kill it?&lt;br /&gt;Should i drown it?&lt;br /&gt;Should i keep it in a jar for Renee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...just drown it, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started running the water n while waiting for the container to fill up, I watched the little caterpillar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It crawled up and down the leaf, trying to find a way out. And then i thought, what am I doing? It's just a baby. If I gave it a chance to live, one day, it will turn into a beautiful butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, God gave it life. Who was I to take that away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, i turned off the tap, took the leaf with the caterpillar on it and brought it out to my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go, I told the little baby caterpillar as I watched it crawl from the leaf onto the leaf of my bamboo plant. Go live, survive and come back and visit me one day when you've all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-7416199274896465023?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/7416199274896465023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-saved-life-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7416199274896465023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7416199274896465023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-saved-life-today.html' title='I Saved A Life Today'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0srmCzd8mSk/TjuPRum0QXI/AAAAAAAABoM/8dZ-CKYhPkM/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-7280633905978793350</id><published>2011-07-19T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:50:23.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/kristygeraldine/SimplyMe?authkey=Gv1sRgCOCSycfC8tS9Fw#5631075879765063138'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-kuKjTn-zR_U/TiWZrYyqteI/AAAAAAAABm4/T4E40ItKUPI/s288/9.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving for a short island holiday tomorrow night. Our destination - Perhentian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both SK and I have never been there before so we're kindda excited. Apparently, almost all the people I've spoken to claimed that it's far better than Redang and Lang Tengah, and I do so love both those islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Redang twice. First time was back in 2003/4 (can't remember), to Berjaya Redang with the ex-boyfriend. My second time was with SK where we stayed in Laguna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been to Lang Tengah twice, both times with SK. The first time was before we were officially dating so it was like a 'scandalous' getaway *naughty grin*. The second time was last year May, just after my stupid maid pulled her 'runaway' stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both islands were...ARE gorgeous, so for friends to tell me that Perhentian is way better, I really cannot wait to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided to take a drive there instead of flying, which is really fine by me cos I love long car trips. I even drove to Koh Samui once back in 2004. 15 hours drive non-stop except for meals and loved every single minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, because of me being pregnant and having Renee with us, we'll be making a stop overnight at Kuala Terengganu before starting off for Kuala Besut jetty early next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bags are all packed and Renee is as excited as me, so we're just waiting to push off our journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to have my tan back! Before motherhood, I used to be known as 'the girl with the permanent tan' cos Sk and I would go to the beach like every other weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, i get that 'title' back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-7280633905978793350?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/7280633905978793350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/07/island-getaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7280633905978793350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7280633905978793350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/07/island-getaway.html' title='Island Getaway'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-kuKjTn-zR_U/TiWZrYyqteI/AAAAAAAABm4/T4E40ItKUPI/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-4325921291163721544</id><published>2011-07-10T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T18:54:22.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Food n What Not'/><title type='text'>A Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After an eventful Saturday yesterday - eventful meaning me busy checking my Twitter and Facebook updates on the Bersih rally going on in town and surfing news channel to see if there were any coverage on electronic media as well, followed by a rushed Pasar Malam visit to tapow my favorite snacks and food and then another rushed dinner where Renee fell asleep halfway through with a mouthful of noodles, and then followed by a rushed grocery trip to Tesco *phew*, we decided to take it easy today and not do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, not literally do nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The hubby and daughter are outside right now, washing the cars while I'm inside attempting to copy the Rio movie and a few other videos onto my MacBook so that I can later sync it to my iPad. This is, of course, all for hoping that these movies and videos can keep Renee occupied during our long drive to the East Coast next week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm hoping I don't screw anything up on my laptop and ipad as well as the DVDs while attempting to do this 'copying'. It's my first time and I'm an IT idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, while waiting for the files to copy, I've posted some pictures of dishes that I cooked over the pass month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We actually tried catered food for about a month, paying RM200 per month for 2 meat dishes, 1 vege dish a soup but after 2 weeks of eating it, we got bored. Same taste, same style of cooking....eeks. So we cancelled it and I had no choice but to start cooking at least twice a week because eating out is oh-so-expensive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imXm2e1TJpE/Thl7Il9a9dI/AAAAAAAABmo/nh2BXanKGU8/s1600/IMG_1294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imXm2e1TJpE/Thl7Il9a9dI/AAAAAAAABmo/nh2BXanKGU8/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Black rice' - a mixture of vege, meat, rice and black sauce all cooked together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qV4DU-2GnZ8/Thl7Wv9_WzI/AAAAAAAABms/Pm3mVsJnm3I/s1600/IMG_1295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qV4DU-2GnZ8/Thl7Wv9_WzI/AAAAAAAABms/Pm3mVsJnm3I/s320/IMG_1295.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sour &amp;amp; spicy chicken gizzard with cucumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGF4dvzJ-Ag/Thl7XgEcDJI/AAAAAAAABmw/2kGskItHYIQ/s1600/IMG_1323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGF4dvzJ-Ag/Thl7XgEcDJI/AAAAAAAABmw/2kGskItHYIQ/s320/IMG_1323.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Baked marmite pork ribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raHQitPin-o/Thl7YoJzW6I/AAAAAAAABm0/DxRxKC4E-Fw/s1600/IMG_1325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raHQitPin-o/Thl7YoJzW6I/AAAAAAAABm0/DxRxKC4E-Fw/s320/IMG_1325.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Home-made wantan noodles with stewed chicken feet and vege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing spectacular la, I know, but coming from someone who couldn't even boil rice not too long ago, I take this as a vast improvement in my culinary skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've even made chicken rice a few times and will be attempting to make my own Nasi Lemak this coming week. Hope it turns out yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never really know if the food I cook is yummy or not because hubby says everything is delicious. He has to. He don't have a choice. Else I mengamuk and stop cooking and we have to eat out every night....which is really fine by me. But not to him. So he'll have to continue loving the food I cook and I'll never find out if its really that yummy unless I have a party come over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-4325921291163721544?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/4325921291163721544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/07/lazy-sunday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4325921291163721544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4325921291163721544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/07/lazy-sunday.html' title='A Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imXm2e1TJpE/Thl7Il9a9dI/AAAAAAAABmo/nh2BXanKGU8/s72-c/IMG_1294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-3151482197054863364</id><published>2011-07-08T15:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T16:27:26.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Away From Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Food n What Not'/><title type='text'>June '11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With this blog post, I hope that I can actively start blogging again - at least one post a week, if not one in two weeks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life has certainly been very busy for me, even with Renee spending most of the hours a day in daycare, I would have thought I would be able to have much more free time, but I guess I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The more time you have on your hands, the more things you'll find that you have to do. Apart from trying to maintain a company, handle freelance writing jobs, keep the house clean and finding time for my own social life, I now also have to deal with the occasional morning sickness, nausea, body aches, hunger pangs - the oh so normal symptoms of a pregnant woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, as of this week in July, I am already 19 weeks pregnant. But we're talking about the month of June here so let's move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJjgUE8E3S8/ThaytAhFtTI/AAAAAAAABmk/QYHx5GJMwVw/s1600/IMG_3844.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJjgUE8E3S8/ThaytAhFtTI/AAAAAAAABmk/QYHx5GJMwVw/s400/IMG_3844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626881270748656946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was almost 4 months pregnant in this pic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;First week of June, I turned 31. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Godma threw a BBQ dinner for me and my cousin Chris (who's birthday was a day before mine) at her place and all I had to do was show up. Birthdays these days are not like how I used to have it anymore....unless I am willing to leave Renee with someone and go out and party. But I'm not. I'd rather stay home and have a boring birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Towards the end of June, the three of us, hubby, Renee and I, decided to take a day trip down to Melaka because I was craving for their Sate Celup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But instead of a 'day trip', we ended up arriving in Melaka only at 5pm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya, blame it on the pregnant woman who didn't want to wake up earlier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First pit stop was at the Melaka Zoo for Renee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5aUz3tiCmU/ThayslyYIOI/AAAAAAAABmc/BGC47C8kG24/s1600/IMG_3884.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5aUz3tiCmU/ThayslyYIOI/AAAAAAAABmc/BGC47C8kG24/s400/IMG_3884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626881263573410018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seen here taken with the Mandrills&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Renee had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She kept going on and on about wanting to see the monkeys, and the elephants, and the giraffes. Well, life was easy for her since she was carried most of the time where else I ALMOST FAINTED from the heat, the uphill-downhill walk and having to keep up an active conversation with her at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BUT I MADE IT!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so, to reward myself....I had an eating spree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First meal for the night was this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0Iu67H-iAc/Thaysg28nMI/AAAAAAAABmU/j8WBsiXG_X0/s1600/IMG_1317.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k0Iu67H-iAc/Thaysg28nMI/AAAAAAAABmU/j8WBsiXG_X0/s400/IMG_1317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626881262250400962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jonker Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nasi Lemak. Assam Laksa. Nyonya Laksa. And Mango Cendol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Nasi Lemak was SK's. The rest was MINE!!! Hahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After putting some food in my tummy, I wasn't so cranky anymore so we took a walk around Jonker Walk, bought snacks here and there to munch on, bought more knick-knacks for Renee to play with, bought some Angry Bird t-shirts for Renee and Zach and my Godson, Roy. Unfortunately, the shirt I bought for Zach was too small and the one I got for Roy was too big. But oh well, he can grow into it. And it was also because of this shirt that Roy called me 'Godma' for the first time!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not once but many many many times!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After Jonker Walk, we took a drive down to the Portugese Settlement for the St. Pedro Festival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They had live performances going on on stage and the dancers were cheering on for people to join them and the music was soooooo loud the base was practically shaking my body up and down and I think the baby inside my tummy was dancing to it as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1UXrPPSny4/ThaysdGc6LI/AAAAAAAABmM/2EOhW6DPlCs/s1600/IMG_1319.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1UXrPPSny4/ThaysdGc6LI/AAAAAAAABmM/2EOhW6DPlCs/s400/IMG_1319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626881261241690290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We stopped for our second meal of Portuguese Grilled Fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, SK was't hungry but I really wanted to eat so he had no choice but to eat it with me, else I would not have been able to finish such a huge piece of fish. But then again, even with both of us eating, we still had to tapow half the fish home...so I had it for dinner the next day. Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_KVb4jJHI4/ThaysHFoIBI/AAAAAAAABmE/DBmqv3yUQCY/s1600/IMG_1320.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_KVb4jJHI4/ThaysHFoIBI/AAAAAAAABmE/DBmqv3yUQCY/s400/IMG_1320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626881255332651026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right after that, we went for our Sate Celup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The restaurant that we wanted to go to had a queue so freaking long that if we waited, we wouldn't be able to eat till the next morning, so we opted for the next best one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Didn't satisfy my sate celup cravings though....but better than nothing. Gonna take another drive down one of these days to have the sate celup that I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-3151482197054863364?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/3151482197054863364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/07/june-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3151482197054863364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3151482197054863364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/07/june-11.html' title='June &apos;11'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJjgUE8E3S8/ThaytAhFtTI/AAAAAAAABmk/QYHx5GJMwVw/s72-c/IMG_3844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-3988097074353742413</id><published>2011-01-28T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:20:27.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>I just realized that my last blog post was in November last year.&lt;br /&gt;Which means that I totally skipped Christmas and New Year here.&lt;br /&gt;And also I'm actually blogging for the very FIRST time from my MAC Book Pro.&lt;br /&gt;Although I bought it like in October last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, my new year resolutions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To blog more&lt;br /&gt;To make more money&lt;br /&gt;To have baby number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least pray for me yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-3988097074353742413?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/3988097074353742413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/01/omg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3988097074353742413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3988097074353742413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2011/01/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-517123412897910457</id><published>2010-11-01T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:50:38.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Food n What Not'/><title type='text'>Good Ol' Happy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few weekends ago, we decided to go try something new for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We ended up in The Good Ol' Happy Days Bistro &amp;amp; Cafe in Taipan, Subang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From outside it looks really nice....like it came right out of  1970s movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it's suppose to look like it came right out of a 1970s TV sitcom anyways....called "Happy Days"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TM5T5JPqwuI/AAAAAAAABko/URDsIompag0/s1600/IMG_0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TM5T5JPqwuI/AAAAAAAABko/URDsIompag0/s400/IMG_0365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534453233284203234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They had the whole look....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Black and white checkered floor tiles, vinyl red plastic seats, a jukebox belting out old songs, pictures and memorabilia from that era decorating the walls and even their menu carried names of old-time singers eg. &lt;i&gt;Jambalaya Hank William's Mushroom Soup, Nat King Cole Double Barrel Lamb Rack, James Brown Texan Ribeye&lt;/i&gt;....you get the gist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They definitely got the whole American diner atmosphere going on and I felt myself singing &lt;i&gt;One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock ROCK!...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only thing missing were waitress on rollerskates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TM5T4J4bxQI/AAAAAAAABkg/qicmUDKpplo/s1600/IMG_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TM5T4J4bxQI/AAAAAAAABkg/qicmUDKpplo/s400/IMG_0364.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534453216275318018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a HUGE mannequin of Fonzy, the main character of Happy Days, near where they sat us and when my little 2 year old coward saw it, she started crying and clinging on to me for dear life. So we had to shift tables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, it was quite scary looking la and if I were a kid, I'd cry too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I took a picture of Fonzy and whenever Renee gets naughty at home, I will show her the picture and say "Behave yourself or Big Man will come catch you!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So far, it works like a charm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just hope Renee doesn't get too smart too soon to realize that there is no such thing as Big Man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TM5T3_mRKKI/AAAAAAAABkY/Mdyo_rQliMU/s1600/IMG_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TM5T3_mRKKI/AAAAAAAABkY/Mdyo_rQliMU/s400/IMG_0363.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534453213514770594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, I don't know if it's because we went at the wrong time or it was just our luck but most of the food that we wanted to order was either "Finished" or "Out of Stock".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we ended up with not much of a choice and had to order whatever that was available. Maybe that kind of ruined our whole mood and we weren't feeling quite so 'happy' anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't even remember what I ordered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SK had the lamb rack which wasn't really good (cos according to the waitress, it was the last one), I had some steak burger or something and Renee had Fish N Chips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing worth shouting about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And let's just put it this way. It cost about Fridays/Chilis price but the portion that comes is like a kid's meal size. Yah. Imagine how tiny Renee's kid's meal was when our adult's portion was so small already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my opinion, the food is not worth the money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But if you want to go for beers with friends and sit around listening to music from an era long ago but not forgotten, then it is a nice place to go to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TM5T3fRnkpI/AAAAAAAABkQ/nSI1qAjUED4/s1600/IMG_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TM5T3fRnkpI/AAAAAAAABkQ/nSI1qAjUED4/s400/IMG_0366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534453204838224530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I would go back for drinks anyways....not for the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The place makes me feel that much closer to Elvis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-517123412897910457?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/517123412897910457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-ol-happy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/517123412897910457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/517123412897910457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-ol-happy-days.html' title='Good Ol&apos; Happy Days'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TM5T5JPqwuI/AAAAAAAABko/URDsIompag0/s72-c/IMG_0365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-196898097339413099</id><published>2010-10-21T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:41:53.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/21/825.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/10/21/s_825.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 2 months of being dropped off, kicking and screaming, at the daycare, today, she jumped out of the car, ran into the house, turned around to wave at me, and disappeared behind the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a single kick.&lt;br /&gt;Not a single scream.&lt;br /&gt;Not a single tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;I cried inside.&lt;br /&gt;My baby doesn't need me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-196898097339413099?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/196898097339413099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/196898097339413099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/196898097339413099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-1569174585663203272</id><published>2010-09-14T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:25:02.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Little Upsets'/><title type='text'>Starf*cks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's so weird cos I'm like sitting here, in Starbucks, for the past 4 hours, trying to do work, but instead of using their Internet connection, I'm stuck using my pathetic Maxis broadband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because their f*cking server is down and they didn't bother informing me about it even though they saw me walk in with my laptop!!! Like HELLO, walk in with laptop means want to use your connection la stupid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I knew, I wouldn't have bought a drink and my lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why spend an extra RM25 to sit in your stupid outlet when I could have saved the money and ate at home if I was gonna end up using my broadband anyways??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know you guys wanna make money la...but sometimes, being honest to your customers is good too okay. Then at least your customers have a choice of walking out or to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-1569174585663203272?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/1569174585663203272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/09/starfcks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/1569174585663203272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/1569174585663203272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/09/starfcks.html' title='Starf*cks!'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-4619366743004560946</id><published>2010-09-10T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T21:08:10.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to 'school'</title><content type='html'>Renee officially started school on Sept 1st. Of course, she's only just turned 2, so 'school' here actually means daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They feed her, bathe her, change her and even put her down for her nap. They also have 'lessons' like maths, languages, arts &amp; crafts and music &amp; songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, when Renee is there, she gets to interact with other kids her age, and to me, that's very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I want her to learn to share and communicate with other kids. Just being alone with me for the pass 2 years, she has had all the attention to herself, all the toys to herself and had nobody else to talk to except me and sk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/1601.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/s_1601.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've seen kids who grew up alone without being around other kids. They are loners and selfish and always keep to themselves as they are not used to being around others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want Renee to grow up to become like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was, and still is, hard to let her go, it also helps that I get some 'me' time to myself when Renee is away at school, and I've come to realise that it actually plays a very important role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm less mang chang and more patient and I do not take out my frustrations on Renee and SK as much as i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/1603.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/s_1603.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 days, I cried as much as Renee did, perhaps even more, but as the days wore on, I've learnt to actually enjoy this new found freedom. The freedom of not having to worry about feeding Renee, or watching her while I try to do my things, or whether or not she's watching too much or too little tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it also helps alot to know that Renee is settling down in school as well, and does not cry for as long as she did the first few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the pass 2 days marked a GREAT improvement because the teacher successfully managed to put Renee down for her naps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even SK has problems putting her down to sleep because Renee is so used to having me put her to sleep (not to mention her need to suckle me to sleep), that he sometimes had to purposely take her for a drive just so that she will fall asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/1606.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/09/s_1606.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was quite worried about that. And it really didn't help with the fact that for the first few days of starting school,  Renee fought to stay awake pass her nap time to wait for me to pick her up only to fall asleep upon reaching home. And that would usually already be about 6.30 pm 7pm, and she won't wake till about 8.30pm 9pm, only to fall back asleep at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine just how it screwed up her timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't sure how long this would last for and it worried me beyond words because I definitely did not want her sleeping at 2am everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the teacher called me up 2 days ago to inform me that she has finally managed to put Renee down for her nap (and she slept for 1.5hrs at that!), I was overjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also comforted me in a way that Renee actually trusted her teacher enough to allow her to put her to sleep because to me, that meant that the teacher was treating her well and not abusing her - and kids don't lie about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/10/591.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/09/10/s_591.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Project Daycare went better than I expected and I'm really glad to have found a place that both Renee and I are so comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only pray that I don't cry on the day when she can say "Bye mummy" and walk in on her own without a backward glance at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-4619366743004560946?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/4619366743004560946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/09/off-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4619366743004560946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4619366743004560946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/09/off-to.html' title='Off to &amp;#39;school&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-6926879724323703115</id><published>2010-09-09T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T16:07:07.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Special Occassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>The month that was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I actually wrote something else before this but thanks to BlogPress and it eff-ing up on me all the time, I ter-deleted it. Too lazy to rewrite what it was. And this was suppose to be posted up last week but I don't know what's wrong with BlogPress so I'm now actually retyping this using my laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basically, something about me starting work based from home and of Renee starting daycare, which I will blog about in another entry cos its damn emo and this blog is suppose to be about happy clappy things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And of course, also about all the things that happened since my last post on HFM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First up, Renee turned TWO on August 22nd! My little baby is not so little anymore *sniffsniff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiOAP1zxkI/AAAAAAAABjc/JkyHEWKZoJw/s1600/IMG_2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiOAP1zxkI/AAAAAAAABjc/JkyHEWKZoJw/s400/IMG_2591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514813878618539586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The theme, as you can see on her birthday cake, was Elephants &amp;amp; Penguins, so we had a two-layered cake, the bottom layer being jungle themed for the elephants and the top layer snow themed for the penguins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone enjoyed the cake because it wasn't too sweet nor rich so yes, money well spent! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The cake was from www.heavenlyonearth.blogspot.com and you can get them to customize any kindda cake you want. Damn nice. Go check out this Burberry bag they made. Looked so real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiN_daKKcI/AAAAAAAABjU/NQaUo6kHImo/s1600/IMG_2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiN_daKKcI/AAAAAAAABjU/NQaUo6kHImo/s400/IMG_2769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514813865080793538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, we celebrated her birthday with friends and family one day before her actual day at KFC Subang Parade and it was HAVOC!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All the kids everywhere!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry la but this was the first kids party I ever organised and it seriously almost made me swore NEVER to throw another one ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the worse part was the stupid mascot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah la Renee scared of it right. But the stupid chicken was just standing there during the cake cutting session and did not wanna move. I tried telling it to get out of the way so that we can have a proper family picture taken without it's beak in the way but either his costume was too thick or he pekak, he didn't lor. So Renee was crying throughout the cake cutting session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And even then, I had to snatch the knife out of the damn mascot's hands/wings because it didn't wanna give it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello! Your birthday or my daughter's birthday? Stupid chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(ok...ok...think happy clappy thoughts.....happy clappy happy clappy....)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One week later, we celebrated SK's 32nd birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiNIzRMq4I/AAAAAAAABjM/z9DybuWHCUE/s1600/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiNIzRMq4I/AAAAAAAABjM/z9DybuWHCUE/s400/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514812926055984002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to bring him to Sunway Resort's Sun &amp;amp; Surf Cafe because I remember how much I loved it when I was there a few years back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We used to go there for like every occasion we could think of. Grandpa's birthday. Family dinner. Parent's anniversary. Just for fun. So to me, it was a place that brings happy memories and laughter to me and I wanted to share that with SK as he has never been there before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SIGH....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BIG disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiNIPXRy5I/AAAAAAAABjE/w7lo8IP9FZA/s1600/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiNIPXRy5I/AAAAAAAABjE/w7lo8IP9FZA/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514812916417809298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The spread was only so-so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The oysters weren't even fresh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The place was dirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't even know what the hundreds of waiters and waitresses do there but they sure did not do what they were suppose to do lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And.....wait for it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THEY WERE OUT OF BABY CHAIRS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Excuse me but I called up a few days in advance, made reservations and informed you that I will be bringing a toddler with me and that I would need a baby chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So why was it when I arrived that not only did I have to wait for my table when your restaurant was PRACTICALLY EMPTY but was also told there were no more baby chairs for me???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FAIL BIG TIME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiNHsP1DaI/AAAAAAAABi8/y_CzVv8tA_0/s1600/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiNHsP1DaI/AAAAAAAABi8/y_CzVv8tA_0/s400/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514812906991324578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine when I tweeted about this, I wasn't surprised from the response I got back. All was about their own personal experience dining there and all NEGATIVE feedback!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You should just CLOSE SHOP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And to think that you charge RM98++ per person. What a shitload waste of our time and money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh...sorry b, shall let you decide on the venue next year. Don't wanna disappoint you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Omg, this post is suppose to be a happy post, why am I so angry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, our birthday present to Renee was this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiNHHWNiRI/AAAAAAAABi0/XAhrA27qNvQ/s1600/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiNHHWNiRI/AAAAAAAABi0/XAhrA27qNvQ/s400/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514812897085982994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We brought her for Sesame Street Live presenting When Elmo Grows Up in Bukit Jalil Stadium and she absolutely loved it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even I enjoyed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brought me back down memory lane...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiJpHsi_iI/AAAAAAAABis/4FtTKluFA_E/s1600/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiJpHsi_iI/AAAAAAAABis/4FtTKluFA_E/s400/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514809083248705058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sunny days, sweeping the clouds away,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On our way, to where the air is sweet!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you tell me how to get&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How to get to Sesame Street"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiJoEGK9cI/AAAAAAAABik/Mgdd0-dbTxY/s1600/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiJoEGK9cI/AAAAAAAABik/Mgdd0-dbTxY/s400/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514809065102570946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Only thing I regretted was not buying front row tix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because judging from the way Renee reacted to the KFC mascot at her birthday party, we didn;t think it would be wise to get seats too near the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I would have enjoyed being up close and in their face =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiJnly18bI/AAAAAAAABic/BRknutyXnpU/s1600/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiJnly18bI/AAAAAAAABic/BRknutyXnpU/s400/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514809056968438194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The whole show lasted about an hour plus and it was fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The lightings &amp;amp; sounds were perfect and the props....fabulous!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The three of us enjoyed it thoroughly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiJmyHmVXI/AAAAAAAABiU/fk2VdkaFz4I/s1600/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiJmyHmVXI/AAAAAAAABiU/fk2VdkaFz4I/s400/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514809043096851826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only thing that I was a bit upset about was that the cast did not come out for a meet and greet session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It would have been nice to take some pictures with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And finally, we went up to Frasers again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiJmfqi8AI/AAAAAAAABiM/m0C1AFQnpWI/s1600/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiJmfqi8AI/AAAAAAAABiM/m0C1AFQnpWI/s400/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514809038143156226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But this will come in it's own seperate post as well. Soon. I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-6926879724323703115?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/6926879724323703115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/09/month-that-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6926879724323703115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6926879724323703115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/09/month-that-was.html' title='The month that was'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/TIiOAP1zxkI/AAAAAAAABjc/JkyHEWKZoJw/s72-c/IMG_2591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-7562201082776337038</id><published>2010-08-01T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T01:56:00.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HFM</title><content type='html'>Yup, my little baby girl is the latest victim of this annoying virus going around targeting kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got the whole works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with a fever that peaked at 38.5 degrees. Followed by horrible splotches of huge white ulcers inside her mouth and tongue and of course the red spots on the feet and hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really heart-breaking to see my little girl go through this because, seriously, at my age and with one teeny weeny little ulcer on my tongue, I'm already whining away non-stop. What more having a whole mouth and tongue full of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's strong. And thank goodness for us and her, she's still eating and drinking as normal, although she may be cranky at times, especially during her sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess its either the ulcers aren't hurting her that much, or she has a super high threshold for pain. Whichever it is, its a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i won't be starting her in daycare as planned. Not until she's fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-7562201082776337038?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/7562201082776337038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/07/hfm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7562201082776337038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7562201082776337038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/07/hfm.html' title='HFM'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-4307610038819739071</id><published>2010-07-28T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:29:06.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave strong girl</title><content type='html'>Next week marks a new chapter in my life as a mother, and in Renee's life as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's starting daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it may not be anything big to most of you, and most mothers do it so why can't I, right? But it IS big for me. A very big and difficult step to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely attached to Renee. Like really super-glue attach. I carried her for 9 months and in this 9 months, I was on complete bed rest throughout my 1st trimester because I was bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the fact that I stood a very high chance of loosing my then unborn child made me cling on and willed my body harder to be strong. To make sure that I did NOT lose it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I won that fight, the next obstacle came. In my 2nd trimester, I had to do a blood test and my results came back bad. The baby I was carrying had an extremely high risk of being down-syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go in for further tests. And the waiting for results period drove me very much to almost depression. The doctors said we had a choice to terminate the pregnancy should the results come out bad. And that was what almost killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already in my 20th week. I already knew that my baby is a 'she'. I already felt her moving inside me. I already loved her. What would I do if she was down-syndrome? Would i want to continue with this, knowing that we're all gonna suffer together when she's born? Shunned by society? And who's gonna look out for her if something happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to terminate the pregnancy? How could I kill my own child? Who am I to end a life? A life that i already loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But praise God, we won this war again. Further tests showed her to be a normal HEALTHY baby girl. 5 fingers 5 toes and a very prominent forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third trimester came and my baby was breeched. She didn't turn. And what made it worse. She had already pooped inside. Which made the very waters she was swimming in toxic. And so I was scheduled in for a c-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been fighting obstacles after obstacles from the start of my pregnancy till the very end. And that made me just that much more attached to Renee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drowned through fear of losing her 3 times and yet, 3 times we managed to break through the currents and inhale fresh new air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess in a way, its made me a little psycho. About always being there to protect Renee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up my career to be a stay-home mom. I looked after Renee all by myself with no help from anyone from the day she was born up till now. And she's turning 2 next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even trust my parents or SK's parents to look after her even for a few hours. Wtf I don't even trust SK to look after her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, sending her to a daycare is a very BIG thing for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been mentally prepping her for it, telling her that she'll be going to 'school' next week, got many friends to play with, teachers to teach many things. Mummy will come back and pick you up after 'school' is over. Be a strong and brave girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just praying and hoping that I'll be the braver and stronger girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, some random pictures I took here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/938.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_938.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee made me decorate her Elly with my flower hair-ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/939.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_939.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small snail I found while prepping veggies for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/940.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_940.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for steambot in Klang that still uses the traditional method of charcoal to heat up the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/941.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_941.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In F21's dressing room. Loved the look but only got myself the top. I mean, who am i kidding. Can't carry off that college girl look anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/942.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_942.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee has learned to climb on top of the tv table but has yet to learn how to climb down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/943.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_943.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate feast with my baby girl before heading back to OUG for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-4307610038819739071?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/4307610038819739071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/07/brave-strong-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4307610038819739071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4307610038819739071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/07/brave-strong-girl.html' title='Brave strong girl'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-3006995563392155569</id><published>2010-07-24T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T18:10:00.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I is so stupid</title><content type='html'>The iPhone is THE MOST complicated thing in the world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its also awesome. It keeps Renee entertained in the car and while i take my shower because it has all these cool educational apps that she can play with. I get to download all these other apps for myself which I could not using a normal mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that this phone is in a world of its own. Just downloading ringtones itself is a bitch. Being so used to other phones where I could just save the song or have someone bluetooth it to my phone and I can automatically use that as a ringtone already, I almost cried when I first found out what I had to do to convert songs to be recognized as ringtones for this phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my bluetooth earpiece refuses to even wanna pair with this phone and I do not know why &lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/e/58371.gif' border='0' align='left' /&gt; so I'm stuck using the conventional handsfree that came with the phone, wires everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night. OMG!!! I almost went crazy. Renee was playing with my phone and I didn't know what she did but she managed to lock my rotation mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means that my screen stayed lock even when I turned the phone sideways. So I couldn't even use landscape mode to type or view stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what was even more frustrating was the fact that I didn't know how to undo it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched through the Settings in the phone, clicking here and there and when nothing happened, I did it all over again anyways just in case something might miraculously happen on the 2nd and 3rd try. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even googled it "Enable landscape mode iphone", "Unlock locked landscape mode ipone", "Landscape mode iphone"....bla bla bla but everything that came out all said the same thing - download this app or that app for extra landscape keyboards or games or what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! I was so close to throwing the phone away and strangling Renee at the same time. But she's just a kid. Didn't know what she was doing. Just a very smart kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the type of person where if I don't get something settled the way I want it to be, I won't be able to sleep. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when I'm already in bed, comfy and snugged and then I notice that the curtains are a little crooked, I'll get up just to straighten it, else it'll be bugging me the whole night. Or if I notice that my brush, perfume, make up, watever is not placed in its right place or is a little out of its place, I'll need to rearrange it back. Or if my shampoo finishes first before my conditioner does, I'll go mad cos I won't know what to do with the remaining conditioner. Yes. I'm crazy like that. SK says its a disease. That I'm diseased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just imagine what not being able to undo what Renee did to my phone was doing to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even posted on twitter and facebook, hoping that someone somewhere out there would be able to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone did &lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/e/58372.gif' border='0' align='left' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the stars and moon and sun and planet for creating such a smart kind nice person and for letting this person be my friend because he saw my fb shout out and replied with a solution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i had to do was double click my home button, swipe the multitask bar to the left and VOILA!!! the unlock button was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a simple solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Renee's not that smart after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I IS JUST STUPIDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/e/57430.gif' border='0' align='left' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-3006995563392155569?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/3006995563392155569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-is-so-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3006995563392155569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3006995563392155569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-is-so-stupid.html' title='I is so stupid'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-4240630428148186593</id><published>2010-07-23T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:58:14.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog test from iPhone</title><content type='html'>I just downloaded this BlogPress app that allows me to blog fr my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is just a test blog to see if it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos this ain't no free app k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Persiaran%20Setia%20Prima,Shah%20Alam,Malaysia%403.094117%2C101.448866&amp;z=10'&gt;Persiaran Setia Prima,Shah Alam,Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-4240630428148186593?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/4240630428148186593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-test-from-iphone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4240630428148186593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4240630428148186593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-test-from-iphone.html' title='Blog test from iPhone'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-735861980829339358</id><published>2010-06-22T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T01:02:49.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Mummy'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm actually looking around for a daycare centre for Renee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn freaking selfish of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First, I chose to sacrifice my career to be a Stay At Home Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thinking it would be all the better for me and for my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then, because of the choice I made, Renee got used to having mummy around her all the time. She got used to getting first class treatment and first class attention and first class food and first class everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then now, because my maid ran away and left me suddenly with a whole house to maintain and on top of that, a 22 month old toddler to chase around, and I just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; cope anymore, I'm just gonna throw her into a daycare centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me, that's just really selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I don't have any other choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyday, I'm trying my best to keep the house spotless (&lt;i&gt;because Renee tends to pick up random things from the floor and put them into her mouth&lt;/i&gt;). But each time I clean one room, I walk into another room to find that Renee had either spilled milk all over the floor, or Vitagen all over the sofa, or left a trail of biscuit crumbs from the living room to the kitchen to the dining area, or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it makes me blow my head off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;*POW*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'm suddenly on a screaming rampage, yelling at the top of my lungs at this little girl (&lt;i&gt;who has no idea why her mother is screaming at her again&lt;/i&gt;), smacking her hands (&lt;i&gt;or legs, whichever made the mistake&lt;/i&gt;), getting out of breath for yelling so loud without stopping to take a breath, and then finally, crumbling down onto the floor and asking myself over and over and over again, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;what did I ever do to deserve this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when I've calmed myself down and Renee is still too scared to come near me, I pick myself up and start cleaning all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I know that this is just not healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not for Renee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I clearly need to go for anger management course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, which is why I've decided that the best option for this is to send Renee to a daycare centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, it's not gonna be that bad. She gets to interact with other kids her age. Get involved in fun activities all day long. Be surrounded by people other than me. It'll be good for her. Might teach her to appreciate me more. And maybe be more disciplined too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It'll be good for me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be able to have 'ME' time, something which I never had much of since I gave birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll finally be able to focus on growing my own company and be independent instead of depending on hubby. Perhaps in a way, it'll lift a slight burden off hubby's shoulders about being the only one bringing in the money for the family, and we could all be happier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, I wouldn't be getting angry and shouting all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which means that the time I spend with Renee will be healthier, happier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I wouldn't be so mang chang with hubby as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; sigh.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly though, although I know this is the best way to go (&lt;i&gt;afterall, Renee is already almost 2&lt;/i&gt;),  I really am NOT looking forward to sending Renee off to a daycare centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've gotten so used to be the one looking after her since she was born, the thought of someone else taking over the job now (&lt;i&gt;even if its only for a few hours during the day&lt;/i&gt;), someone else feeding her, changing her, cleaning her, playing with her, soothing her when she cries, putting her down for her nap.....&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;sighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;....just makes me wanna cry, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, how will I know if they're doing their best for her. How will I know if they're feeding her top quality food, or cleaning her properly, or comforting her the right way when she cries? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something as simple as being there to monitor her temperature every hour when she has a fever, or patiently feeding her and making sure she finishes everything in her bowl, or trying different ways to soothe her when she's sad until she stops crying. These things only a mother will be able to do for her child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I know, time will help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Only time will be able to help me let her go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's definitely not going to be easy the first few days, for both me and Renee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But children adapt to changes easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And as for me, well, I'll just have to keep myself busy until I get used to the idea of someone else looking after Renee to ease my mind and my time for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-735861980829339358?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/735861980829339358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/06/changes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/735861980829339358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/735861980829339358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/06/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-7021641441791890111</id><published>2010-06-18T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:51:52.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>Dear Blog,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been more than a month since the last time I updated you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, of course I have not forsaken you. Please. In fact, you've been at the back of my mind everyday, buggin' me and remindin' me that I have you to come back to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been extremely busy since my last post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;First, my stupid maid ran away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In fact, she ran away a few days after my last post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I was, AM, left with the house cleaning, food preparation (dicing onions, slicing carrots, cleaning chicken, etc), cooking bla bla bla....&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything that you, stupid useless maid, should have been doing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;....on top of looking after Renee and meeting deadlines for my articles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Second, Renee had been falling sick on and off and needed constant attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not funny lor, having to watch over a sick child, taking temperature every hour, making sure the fever doesn't get too high, and feeding her medication on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On top of that, still do housework, vacuum, mop, clean, scrub.....&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;argh! Everything that you, stupid useless maid, should have been doing!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Third....well....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*....I shall stop here because what I'm about to say might offend certain people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Ok, for sure it will offend certain people. Of course, the certain person I'm talking about doesn't read blogs and most definitely does not even know that this blog exists, but I do know other people read this blog and other people might tattle tale back to the person that doesn't read blogs so I shall stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confusing, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, so yes, the pass month has been extremely busy for me, physically and emotionally. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Majority of it caused by you, stupid useless maid, for running away!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And my life went on anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here I am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Without a maid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cleaning the entire house every 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cooking separate meals for the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And still able to meet deadlines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course in between, I'm screaming like a psycho bitch mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Neighbors 5 houses away must think I'm mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Renee must think I'm mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But seriously, sometimes, she does drive me mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like for example, this morning, she somehow managed to spill milk ALL over the floor, the sofa, her toys and on herself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All within 10 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All when I was in the kitchen making her lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Already I was tired from bending over slicing carrots and spinach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And crying from dicing onions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And oily from frying chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I walked out into a MILK FLOODED living room!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wouldn't you get all psycho bitch too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;p/s: note to self - must update blog more often or watever left of readers will really go and read someone else's blog and leave this blog empty and lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-7021641441791890111?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/7021641441791890111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7021641441791890111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7021641441791890111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog,'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-4060760506503950444</id><published>2010-05-04T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:50:01.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to the beach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The last time I was at the beach....as in PROPERLY by the beach (&lt;i&gt;Penang in Aug 09 not counted cause it was raining the whole time we were there and I didn't go into the sea for a swim cause it was so murky&lt;/i&gt;)....was so friggin' long ago that I can't even remember when it was exactly. Neither can I remember where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See. It was THAT long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krabi in 08 also not counted cause I was suffering from all-day sickness and didn't enjoy myself one bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I think it was Redang in 07 before I got married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. THAT long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS....we're heading to the beach again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm sooooo terribly excited that I can't sleep every night just thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're heading back to Lang Tengah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very same island where the hubs and I first went for our scandalous getaway before we were even officially dating. Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That that, we brought ourselves, 2 bottles of JD and a whole lot of mixers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, we're bringing ourselves, a 20 month old terrorist and a whole lot of diapers &amp;amp; wet wipes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boat transfer from jetty to island is via speedboat so SK is a little paranoid la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't blame him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, the big buffalo can't swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he knows very well that if anything happens to the boat, I'll save Renee first and he'll have to fend for himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But fortunately for him, the boat provides life jacket for cacat swimmers &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;:-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, they don't have one in Renee's size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sent his unemployed wife (whom he thinks sit at home doing nothing) on a wild-goose chase to look for a swim vest for Renee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After searching high and low, twitting friends for help and bla bla bla....I FINALLY found it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S9_-VFMGo0I/AAAAAAAABhM/P1Xmag2GukY/s1600/swim+vest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S9_-VFMGo0I/AAAAAAAABhM/P1Xmag2GukY/s400/swim+vest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467368110774723394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Mothercare, BSC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I got the one in red with blue lining instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it cost me RM178!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It better work man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also bought Renee beach toys, you know, the pail, spade, gali-gali stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yah, I almost forgot, all the pharmacies and supermarkets in this state don't believe in selling sunscreen lotion for kids wan issit??!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guardian, Watsons, Jusco, Parksons and Cold Storage in 1U sells sunblock for almost ALL sorts of people, from the vain, to the old, to the sporty EXCEPT for kids!!! Stupid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BSC Guardian and Cold Storage also don't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subang Parade also don't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pavillion also don't have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I found it in the Guardian near my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This area may be ulu but not as &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ULU and STUPID as you big malls in KL and PJ area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmph!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, anyways, I'm so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this will probably and last post for now until I come back....unless I wanna be a little more rajin...and IF the stupid Maxis boradband don't kaput on me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-4060760506503950444?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/4060760506503950444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-going-to-beach.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4060760506503950444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4060760506503950444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-going-to-beach.html' title='I&apos;m going to the beach!'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S9_-VFMGo0I/AAAAAAAABhM/P1Xmag2GukY/s72-c/swim+vest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-7345942063177500175</id><published>2010-04-19T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:52:40.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon soon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not that I forgot about this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just got myself a new toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The iPhone 3GS that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;*BEAMS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'm online via my phone most of the time and hardly come on using my laptop that's why no new updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I PROMISE there will be updates soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PROMISE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep coming back k!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't leave this blog to read another more interesting blog ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-7345942063177500175?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/7345942063177500175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/04/soon-soon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7345942063177500175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7345942063177500175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/04/soon-soon.html' title='Soon soon....'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-6002482025916940443</id><published>2010-03-19T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:54:39.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Food n What Not'/><title type='text'>My style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple of friends have been asking me what I wear and how I accessorize myself when I go out with my 19 month old daughter, because they just can't seem to match comfort + fashion when they want to go out with their kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I've decided to start posting down what I wear when I go out so that they (and all other mothers out there who wants to know) can have an idea about how I match comfort + fashion for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, I'm not the most fashionable mother around and I'm sure there are many others out there who has their own personal style and still look absolutely fabulous. But since I've been asked, I'm proud to share a little bit of my own fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Simple lunch with Kathryne and Sam @ Delicious, 1U&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S6NbagfyVxI/AAAAAAAABhE/Db-NxtGbAhc/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S6NbagfyVxI/AAAAAAAABhE/Db-NxtGbAhc/s400/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450300485006415634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;top: cats whiskers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;harem pants: random thai fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bangles: diva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;watch: nooka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Renee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;top: mothercare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;jeans: old navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I swear, harem pants are THE MOST comfortable thing ever created!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They're tapered at the ankles so there's no trouble with stepping on the edge of the pants or having to fold it up when stepping into a wet public toilet. And the best thing is, they're so baggy it feels like you're wearing your pyjamas out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I matched this outfit with a pair of beige wedges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They were only RM25, which to me is DIRT cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am so glad I bought 2!&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/1518404558851824777-6002482025916940443?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/6002482025916940443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-style.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6002482025916940443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6002482025916940443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-style.html' title='My style'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S6NbagfyVxI/AAAAAAAABhE/Db-NxtGbAhc/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-5239126734241107645</id><published>2010-03-17T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:06:34.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Mummy'/><title type='text'>She killed for the 1st time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See this millipede here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S6CfFZbVvHI/AAAAAAAABg8/5TfUE7T5oDs/s1600-h/IMG_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S6CfFZbVvHI/AAAAAAAABg8/5TfUE7T5oDs/s400/IMG_2370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449530464192019570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya, we get a lot of them crawling into the house from our garden outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, I think Renee killed it's father last night. Or mother. I dunno, they all look the same to me. Ok, so maybe killed isn't really the right word to use for what Renee did. I think MAULED might be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm...in fact, it could be a younger sister or brother that she killed. I didn't really see the size of it. In fact, I didn't even know my 19 month old daughter was committing murder until she came screeching happily up to me and then dumped the two-halves, intestines spilling, dead worm on my lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I was in SHORTS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So please forgive me for not taking a picture of the deceased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I  tengah hysterical!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-5239126734241107645?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/5239126734241107645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-killed-for-1st-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5239126734241107645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5239126734241107645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-killed-for-1st-time.html' title='She killed for the 1st time'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S6CfFZbVvHI/AAAAAAAABg8/5TfUE7T5oDs/s72-c/IMG_2370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-93785474158106636</id><published>2010-03-11T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:46:01.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Little Upsets'/><title type='text'>Make a Pinata out of him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Omg, did you read the papers today???!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crazy man armed with hammer walks into a kindy and whacks children in their heads!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestaronline.com/news/story.asp?file=/2010/3/11/nation/5841340&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;*click here*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, fine, so the news didn't say anything about the man being crazy but C'MON! Which sane man would walk around bludgeoning 6 year olds in their heads with a freaking hammer??? Only someone absolutely crazy and out of his mind can do something like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, why would he want to do something like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What can a child ever have done to him to make him so filled with anger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, the police are on the lookout for him now and I pray they catch him fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what they should do to punish him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They should tie him up and dress him up as a Pinata and then set loose a group of baseball bats-wielding 6 year olds on him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I can't even control my 18 month old girl when she's swinging her plastic hammer around at me, I definitely wouldn't wanna be caught in the same room as a bunch of 6 year olds swinging their bats at a Pinata man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-93785474158106636?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/93785474158106636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/03/make-pinata-out-of-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/93785474158106636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/93785474158106636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/03/make-pinata-out-of-him.html' title='Make a Pinata out of him'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-4058986248440625899</id><published>2010-03-10T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:18:23.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Food n What Not'/><title type='text'>Cheesecake-in-a-Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Monday, I invited my family over for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made a feast of steamed ginger chicken, baked dori in butter and lemon sauce, sambal tumis sotong, vegetables and lotus roots soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On top of that, I attempted at making dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheesecake-in-a-Cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sounded easy enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it surely wouldn't be much of a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because 5 minutes into making it, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; happened :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S5dbWSkl9TI/AAAAAAAABgs/d5uj3G9XlvY/s1600-h/IMG_2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S5dbWSkl9TI/AAAAAAAABgs/d5uj3G9XlvY/s400/IMG_2363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446922712828474674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this is just 30% of the whole mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me to be able to take a picture of the WHOLE mess, I needed a wide-angle lens, and I didn't have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My whole kitchen was covered in cream cheese and yes, literally my WHOLE kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ceiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The window grills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The back door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The appliances (&lt;i&gt;as you can see from the picture above&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The stove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Over&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maid!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had an apron on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the mess was not in vain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatever that was left in my mixing bowl was still enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm proud to say that my attempt at making dessert was not only successful but it was DELICIOUS as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here's my recipe (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;just try not to make a mess like I did ESPECIALLY if you don't have a house-help to help clean it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;CHEESECAKE-IN-A-CUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(recipe serves 4 - 6 pax)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S5dbWSkl9TI/AAAAAAAABgs/d5uj3G9XlvY/s1600-h/IMG_2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S5dbV3DuZSI/AAAAAAAABgk/O_2kqmxC4ws/s1600-h/IMG_2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S5dbV3DuZSI/AAAAAAAABgk/O_2kqmxC4ws/s400/IMG_2365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446922705442858274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;250g cream cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;250ml plain natural yogurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 tablespoons sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 teaspoons lemon juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 teaspoon grated lemon rind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fruit Layer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 cup finely diced fruits (you can use strawberries/kiwi/bananas/grapes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 tablespoons sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 teaspoons lemon juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6 - 8 pcs digestive biscuits (broken into small pieces)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Method&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Place cream cheese, yogurt, sugar, lemon juice and grated lemon rind in a mixing bowl and using a balloon whisk, beat until smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Chill for 10 minutes while you prepare the fruit layer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Combine diced fruits (please stick to one type of fruit), sugar and lemon juice. Mix it up then set aside for 5 minutes to let fruit soften slightly and exude its juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Divide broken digestive biscuits into 6 small glasses. Spoon a layer of cream cheese mixture over the biscuit, followed by a layer of fruits mixture. Top with another layer of cream cheese mixture. Then garnish with a slice of fresh fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Serve immediately or cling-wrap and chill until ready to serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope you have as much fun making this as I did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-4058986248440625899?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/4058986248440625899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheesecake-in-cup.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4058986248440625899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4058986248440625899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheesecake-in-cup.html' title='Cheesecake-in-a-Cup'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S5dbWSkl9TI/AAAAAAAABgs/d5uj3G9XlvY/s72-c/IMG_2363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-5294432170922306016</id><published>2010-02-27T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:53:42.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Little Upsets'/><title type='text'>Runny nose &amp; flaming throat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just realized that it's been almost a year since the last time I fell sick, so I guess it's about time that I did anyways. Considered quite healthy for falling sick only once a year so I shall not complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I do so HATE having a sore throat. No spicy food. No goreng-goreng stuff. No yummy OILY dishes. Just reduced to having soupy, light things that can't even keep me full for long. Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm drowning myself with preserved mandarin orange peels though, cos it works like magic for me, especially for sore throat. I just hope a cough doesn't follow in on this later. &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/1518404558851824777-5294432170922306016?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/5294432170922306016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/02/runny-nose-flaming-throat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5294432170922306016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5294432170922306016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/02/runny-nose-flaming-throat.html' title='Runny nose &amp; flaming throat'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-3881320594466905317</id><published>2010-02-25T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:20:32.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Mummy'/><title type='text'>Proud but NOT vain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but then, I can't help NOT gloating about it...teehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scene 1#&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Walked into a little boutique in 1U last week to get some flip-flops and was browsing through some of them when sales girl approached me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"You look too young to be a mum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"I'm not. Looks can be deceiving"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"Seriously. You look only to be 18"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;EIGHTEEN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;LAPAN BELAS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SAP PAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boleh tak?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scene 2#&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking at some DVDs in SS2 when a friend of the DVD guy walked in and started playing with Renee. Then she looked at me and asked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"Your sister arr?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Sister??? Hahahaa....no la, she's my daughter!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"Haaarrrr??? Sure a not??? You so young wor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"I'm turning 30 soon. Not young lorr"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"Haaarrrr??? 30??? I dun belief you. You look like 20 only la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TWENTY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's like 10 years YOUNGER than my age now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So. Damn. Happy. Can. Fly!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So you tell me la, how NOT to gloat about it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, ok...I shall stop gloating for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And tell you about the CD I bought for Renee from Subang Parade few weeks back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's suppose to be a compilation of the top 40 famous children nursery rhymes and it had all the songs that we grew up singing, like Baa Baa Black Sheep, Old McDonald, Rockabye Baby, ABC, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then right, there was this song that goes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Donkey donkey, I beg you, please don't say hee-haw (hee-haw) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ya, stupid donkey still sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I shall beat you, I shall beat you, please don't say hee-haw (hee-haw)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw, why you sing so loud? (so loud) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ya, donkey talks too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I shall beat you, I shall beat you, please don't say hee-haw (hee-haw)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SK was so frustrated with this song and he kept saying, "Already say don't say hee-haw, the donkey still wanna say"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"That's why when you scold people, you say "STUPID DONKEY!!!", because donkeys are stupid lorr!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then, there was this other song that goes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elephant, elephant, why is your nose so long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, I think that's because my mother's nose is also very long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elephant, elephant, who do you like most of all?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, I think I like my mother most of all...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I NEVER grew up to songs like that lorr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stupid right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Locally produced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-3881320594466905317?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/3881320594466905317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/02/proud-but-not-vain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3881320594466905317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3881320594466905317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/02/proud-but-not-vain.html' title='Proud but NOT vain'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-454984735863634938</id><published>2010-02-09T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:27:17.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Mummy'/><title type='text'>Renee's Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last Friday, I decided to be very naughty because Mummy didn't allow me to watch PlayHouse Disney. She wanted to finish up her True Blood Season 2 and was watching episodes after episodes after episodes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't even know what is so nice about that show.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's so dark and gloomy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are no colours....EXCEPT red colour....and that colour only comes out from people's necks, dunno why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And worse of all, no Mickey, no Pocoyo. Just some ugly, white man with weird teeth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I tahan......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know Mummy expects me to sleep about 5pm, but I decided not to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I kept my eyes open and stayed awake till 8.30pm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And then fell asleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could hear Mummy telling Daddy that she wanted me to sleep through till next morning, but no, you think I'll let Mummy go so easily? Hmph!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I WOKE UP AN HOUR LATER! HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You should have seen the look on Mummy's face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She was so upset because then she knows I won't sleep till 3am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since she likes to watch vampire show so much, I shall let her become vampire too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Mummy and Daddy came up with a BRILLIANT idea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They decided to take me for a drive to A&amp;amp;W, hoping that I would fall asleep in the car-seat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I agree that the car-seat is super comfortable and I always fall asleep in it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So we went down to A&amp;amp;W in PJ at 12.30 midnight, and I was still awake when we reached. So Mummy and Daddy said, let's bring her down for some ice-cream, let her run around a bit, then she'll definitely get tired and fall asleep on the way back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I had ice-cream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And curly fries.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And lots of water! Mummy made kakak drown me with water....crazy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And we even bumped into Uncle Chris and Aunty Shandy. Aunty Shandy was having midnight cravings. Must be because my soon-to-be cousin Kaye in her tummy was asking for some ice-cream too. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We left A&amp;amp;W about an hour later.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Daddy took a slow drive home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could feel my eye-lids getting heavier and heavier, my head dropping.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But guess what???!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S3FCYmAV67I/AAAAAAAABgM/q-u-xzif-mE/s1600-h/DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S3FCYmAV67I/AAAAAAAABgM/q-u-xzif-mE/s400/DSC_0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436199215499176882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I PREVAILED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Much to Mummy's disappointment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This will teach her to watch her CDs when it's MY turn to watch TV.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-454984735863634938?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/454984735863634938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/02/renees-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/454984735863634938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/454984735863634938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/02/renees-diary.html' title='Renee&apos;s Diary'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S3FCYmAV67I/AAAAAAAABgM/q-u-xzif-mE/s72-c/DSC_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-3176543951954268036</id><published>2010-02-04T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:28:16.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Food n What Not'/><title type='text'>Baked Dory Fish in Butter &amp; Lemon Sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was what I made for dinner tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it was such a success that it was half gone before I could even take a picture of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then again, better to have it eaten than not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- 2 dory fillets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- 2 large onions thinly sliced (for onions lovers. If you're not one, then 1 onion would be sufficient)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- 1/2 lemon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- 2 big tablespoons of butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- 1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- 1 clove garlic diced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- 1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- 1 tablespoon of dried basil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- a pinch of white pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Method&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Heat the oven to 180'C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Grease the base of baking dish with some butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Cover the base with the onion slices and place fish fillet on top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Melt the remaining butter in a saucepan with the lemon juice, Worcestershire sauce, garlic, salt and basil. Do NOT bring to boil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Pour the sauce mixture over the fish and sprinkle some white pepper on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Place in oven and cook for about 15 - 20 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Scoop out fish on another plate and pour remains of sauce over it&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next time, instead of putting it in the oven to bake, I'm gonna try grilling it. And a tip for all butter lovers, putting in more than 2 spoonfuls of butter is a MUST try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope you enjoy the recipe as much as I did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-3176543951954268036?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/3176543951954268036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/02/baked-dory-fish-in-butter-lemon-sauce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3176543951954268036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3176543951954268036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/02/baked-dory-fish-in-butter-lemon-sauce.html' title='Baked Dory Fish in Butter &amp; Lemon Sauce'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-3424452481998068511</id><published>2010-01-29T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:26:08.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Little Upsets'/><title type='text'>What annoys me most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm at this point in my life where what annoys me THE MOST is people telling me to go back to work. Seriously, why don't you learn to handle your own life and leave mine the hell alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sorry if I sound angry here but I am seriously annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After all, this is MY life we're talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And if my husband is not even making a fuss about it, then who are you to tell me otherwise, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not like as if I'm depending on you for food or clothes or a roof over my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But if you want to provide me with these financial aids, then by all means,  go ahead, and you can have ALL the say you want about me going back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps you meant it as a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps you did not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I'm sorry to say that you got me at the wrong time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You do not know the first thing about what I plan to do with my life and how I want to live it. You don't even bother to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So do me a favour and just butt out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps YOU should get YOUR life straightened out first because as far as I can see, it's much more screwed up than mine will ever be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So take that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what if I have a maid?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, people seem to think that my life is all easy peasy just because I now have a maid to help me out. Well, think again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because UNLIKE most people who get their maids to do everything in the house, I don't. I'm still in charge of my house, of the people in my house, and how I like things to run in my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's absolutely annoying when I get comments like, "Wah, nowadays you very free la, no need to do anything, maid do everything for you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Correction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I may have a maid, and she helps me clean the house, but other than that, I do everything else myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First and foremost, I look after Renee MYSELF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feed her, bathe her, change her diapers, entertain her and play with her, teach her, read to her, take her for her evening walks, cut her nails, watch over her. In short, Renee is still MY responsibility and I still do my motherly duties as I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, NO, I'm NOT VERY FREE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please ar, I'm not the type of mothers that leave the maid to do everything, including look after their children ok. In fact, the last person I trust to handle Renee is my maid....or anyone else for that matter, except my hubby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most I'd do, is to ask the maid to watch over Renee while I need to go online, and even then, I make sure they are within my eye sight and hearing distance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I cook the meals in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, my maid helps me prepare the ingredients, dice the garlic, onions, what not, and sometimes, I ask her to cook the simple dishes, like fried eggs, or stir-fry vegetables, but that is ONLY if I'm busy with Renee or when I have to put Renee down for her nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other than that, I do all the cooking myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, please, think again before you come tell me that I'm very free because I have a maid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A maid is a maid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not a chef.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not a babysitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She just helps me keep the house clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, take that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-3424452481998068511?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/3424452481998068511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-annoys-me-most.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3424452481998068511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3424452481998068511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-annoys-me-most.html' title='What annoys me most'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-2107516684198348634</id><published>2010-01-27T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:50:26.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Mummy'/><title type='text'>She....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...made me go through each song on my playlist and while each song started, she shook her head to tell me she doesn't like it and to skip to the next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...shook her head to every song that I played for her and when I completed one full cycle on my playlist, she made me repeat it again, and again, she shook her head to every song that played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...made me go through my playlist 5 times while she shook her head at every song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...refused to eat her lunch and clamped up when the spoon was near her mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...spat out every single grain of rice which I successfully forced into her mouth, and then opens her mouth for more, only to spit it out again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...made me go through my playlist another 3 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...made me stop, take a deep breathe and count to 10 countless times that day, to stop myself from strangling her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...kept trying to pull my laptop onto the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...she sat down and screamed her head off when I did not give her what she wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...really made me feel like killing her. Like REALLY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;KILLING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then, she...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...made me laugh when she imitated my maid catching mosquitoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...made me smile when she knew I was angry and came to kiss me and hug me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;how do I deal with this every single day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-2107516684198348634?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/2107516684198348634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/01/she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/2107516684198348634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/2107516684198348634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/01/she.html' title='She....'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-1682411012305625816</id><published>2010-01-26T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:21:25.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still a student</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the weekend, hubby dropped me off at One Utama so that I could have a little bit of 'me' time, while he brought Renee back to see his parents who lived just around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was ecstatic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been too damn long since I last walked into a shopping complex without my entourage and I just felt so absolutely free! No Renee for me to worry over, or watch over, or ran after, or scream at.  No maid to stress me up, to give me a headache, or give me cause to fear she might take the opportunity to run away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so, I happily spent the next 2 hours window shopping (no money) and oogling at things that i really liked but cannot buy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course it wasn't that bad la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did buy myself a nice dress for CNY, and some casual tops to wear with either leggings or shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bought batteries for Renee's new dressing table which can 'sing' and light-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I bought some recipe books for toddlers, to help give me more ideas on what to cook for Renee. I think she's bored with eating the same old thing over and over again. And I don't blame her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While paying for the books at the counter....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cashier: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Do you have a student card?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;*speechless*flattered*shocked*spluttered*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Excuse me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cashier: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Student card?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'm not a student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cashier: &lt;i&gt;*shocked*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;You're not? You look so young!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;*laughs* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Thanks...but these b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ooks are actually for my daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cashier: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;You're a mother??? But you must be at most 25?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Choir of angels singing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me? 25?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sheer happiness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it took me a hard time convincing her that I was turning 30 this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should go out more often without Renee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It really helps boost up my self-esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-1682411012305625816?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/1682411012305625816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/01/still-student.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/1682411012305625816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/1682411012305625816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/01/still-student.html' title='Still a student'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-6732591441479149000</id><published>2010-01-22T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:05:29.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>My latest obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I WANT this bag sooooo much it hurts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I WANT it soooo badly that it's made my everyday life just absolutely horrible because I don't have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never WANTED anything so bad in my life before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Erm....ok, let me rephrase that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never WANTED anything so bad within this one year before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S1mLDEypJ1I/AAAAAAAABgE/dvyJ7bGbYlI/s1600-h/Melrose+Avenue+-+Amarante+Vuitton+LV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S1mLDEypJ1I/AAAAAAAABgE/dvyJ7bGbYlI/s400/Melrose+Avenue+-+Amarante+Vuitton+LV.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429523710713866066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I told hubby if he got it for me, I'd never ask him for anything else for the next 3 years....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And right after I said that, I burst out laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya, I know right....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't even believe myself, what more get hubby to believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I seriously NEED this bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a matter of life and death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I don't have it, how to go back to work and look professional?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAhahahahahHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See, make excuses to get it also I laugh dy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-6732591441479149000?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/6732591441479149000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-latest-obsession.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6732591441479149000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6732591441479149000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-latest-obsession.html' title='My latest obsession'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/S1mLDEypJ1I/AAAAAAAABgE/dvyJ7bGbYlI/s72-c/Melrose+Avenue+-+Amarante+Vuitton+LV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-7470647580245018300</id><published>2010-01-08T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:52:14.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Little Upsets'/><title type='text'>So much for proclaiming to the world that we are a peaceful country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...and that we live in unity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT UNITY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One word and it has caused churches to be burnt down and cars being attacked on the street. So stupid! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, I don't understand why the Christians insist on using the word "Allah" when they can easily use the word "Tuhan" instead, and especially when they know the word itself has caused so much conflict with the Muslims. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second, since when did the word "Allah" belong to the Muslims?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it written down in black and white anywhere in the book of life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And why is it that such harsh destruction be used to show your anger? Burning down churches? Attacking cars on the road? I don't see masjids being burnt down or your cars being attacked. So who's the barbarian here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is this the way YOUR Allah taught you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To destroy and burn and wreck things to get your way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because honestly, I don't think any God, or Allah or Buddha want things to happen like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, is it really Allah that you're 'fighting' so hard for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or something else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-7470647580245018300?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/7470647580245018300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-much-for-proclaiming-to-world-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7470647580245018300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7470647580245018300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-much-for-proclaiming-to-world-that.html' title='So much for proclaiming to the world that we are a peaceful country'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-9000003239260495234</id><published>2010-01-01T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:50:56.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>Bzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I came down the stairs one day, I heard a loud buzzing sound coming from behind the curtains. Sweeping them aside, I found this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sz3dD2HCbGI/AAAAAAAABf8/y2Ag6V02ZRw/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sz3dD2HCbGI/AAAAAAAABf8/y2Ag6V02ZRw/s400/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421732584558324834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...a brown-stripped winged dragonfly sitting at the bottom of my sliding glass doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have never seen a dragonfly like this before and I was quite impressed by it. For a good 5 minutes, I was kneeling on the floor just looking at it. And the amazing thing, Renee was squatting down right next to me looking at it too. Without moving. For 5 whole minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was so impressed to be impressed by a dragonfly which was impressing enough to even impress Renee &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Impressive, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also want to announce that the 2nd issue of &lt;b&gt;Critique&lt;/b&gt; is out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sz3dDaOp5FI/AAAAAAAABf0/gy9C33mihyQ/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sz3dDaOp5FI/AAAAAAAABf0/gy9C33mihyQ/s400/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421732577074078802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It looks soooooo much better than the first issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I must say, the contents has improved a lot too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or then again, maybe I'm just biased because they used RED as the background color for the cover and I do so love red...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sz3dCwLjUeI/AAAAAAAABfs/iu3LXNvDiuw/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sz3dCwLjUeI/AAAAAAAABfs/iu3LXNvDiuw/s400/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421732565786776034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sz3dCkGFQ9I/AAAAAAAABfk/X4fVnl5uShw/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sz3dCkGFQ9I/AAAAAAAABfk/X4fVnl5uShw/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421732562542609362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sz3dB-kla1I/AAAAAAAABfc/hti9XjhxYCY/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sz3dB-kla1I/AAAAAAAABfc/hti9XjhxYCY/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421732552469998418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, why don't you go to your nearest Coffee Bean and grab a free copy and see if this is better than the first yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-9000003239260495234?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/9000003239260495234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/01/bzzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/9000003239260495234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/9000003239260495234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2010/01/bzzzz.html' title='Bzzzz'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sz3dD2HCbGI/AAAAAAAABf8/y2Ag6V02ZRw/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-6222912608591238569</id><published>2009-12-29T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:29:53.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>It's coming to the end of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...and it's that time again to make new (or unfulfilled) resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, here are my resolutions for 2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. to secure my first deal for my new company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. to get myself a blackberry (&lt;i&gt;ONLY if I successfully fulfill resolution #1)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. to wean Renee off breastmilk...hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. to try for baby #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. to save as much &lt;i&gt;moo-lah&lt;/i&gt; as possible (&lt;i&gt;hubby will probably laugh his head off when he reads this&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. to unpack all my boxes on my upstairs landing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, wish me luck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On another note....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really have no idea what's going on through her mind but my maid told us that she's 'setengah gila'. Yes. She did. Last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was so numb I didn't know how to react so I continued eating my lobak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But hubby hit the ceiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, it's end of the year and everyone's happy and I'm stuck with a maid who's half crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy New Year, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-6222912608591238569?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/6222912608591238569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-coming-to-end-of-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6222912608591238569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6222912608591238569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-coming-to-end-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s coming to the end of the year'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-4643229348422484300</id><published>2009-12-07T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:31:32.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Special Occassion'/><title type='text'>Chris &amp; Shandy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SxzyzOMDCRI/AAAAAAAABfQ/wvVbzEfAbhM/s1600-h/Chris+%26+Shandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SxzyzOMDCRI/AAAAAAAABfQ/wvVbzEfAbhM/s400/Chris+%26+Shandy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412467813988370706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My little baby cousin Chris got married yesterday and it was a huge affair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nissan Skyline as the wedding car, followed by a Ferrari, and BMW Z4, and so many other fancy cars I don't even know....the guys at the wedding had a great time oogling the pretty cars, the pretty girls and the even more gorgeous bride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was too busy running after Renee that I didn't even have time to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Such luck huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, now that Godma's children are all married, it's mummy's children next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I'm off the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next comes Jodie and Sarah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was my first time to 'yum cha' yesterday and I was so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My next time would be when Cuz Doug and Jane gets married in 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some relatives asked me, in between no chance to yum cha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I replied. "Well, Sarah's still so young. So definitely 2nd time will be Doug's wedding"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They asked back, "What about Jodie?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I said, "Aiyah, I think I drink Renee's tea also belum drink Jodie's tea lah!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unless YOU would like to prove me wrong &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*grin*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-4643229348422484300?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/4643229348422484300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/12/chris-shandy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4643229348422484300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/4643229348422484300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/12/chris-shandy.html' title='Chris &amp; Shandy'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SxzyzOMDCRI/AAAAAAAABfQ/wvVbzEfAbhM/s72-c/Chris+%26+Shandy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-7955320136210355888</id><published>2009-12-06T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:04:02.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>It's Christmas time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the first Christmas we're celebrating in our own home this year and it's so exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buying our own tree, putting up decorations in our own humble abode....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I started asking around where Christmas trees are cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some told me I could get a 5" tree for RM200.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some said RM350 for a 6" one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And hubby even suggested a LIVE tree from IKEA, for only RM149 and it includes FREE delivery too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I was thinking, where the hell am I going to put the LIVE tree inside my house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cos what's the use of getting a Christmas tree if I had to put it outside in the garden right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end, I found out that Petaling Street sold Christmas decors at a terribly fantastic price, so off we trooped down one weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sxu_x7SS98I/AAAAAAAABfI/mMRjA3NZD8M/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sxu_x7SS98I/AAAAAAAABfI/mMRjA3NZD8M/s400/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412130241664710594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got my 5" tree for ONLY RM35.90!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Party or what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I happily came home and started putting up the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I totally forgot about the fact that I had a little anak yang sungguh terror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each time I tried to put up the decor on the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She reached up and pulled it back down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sxu5va4obkI/AAAAAAAABfA/k837ZqAEhYk/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sxu5va4obkI/AAAAAAAABfA/k837ZqAEhYk/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412123601537625666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;caught red-handed!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It took me so long to put up the tree, I almost gave up and just give her all the balls to play with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sxu5vLhP8tI/AAAAAAAABe4/o98LZFL2Ois/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sxu5vLhP8tI/AAAAAAAABe4/o98LZFL2Ois/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412123597413020370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My theme this year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...red and silver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next year, I'm going for blue and brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SO NICE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sxu5uu7e6aI/AAAAAAAABew/QC1fzUpZnZc/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sxu5uu7e6aI/AAAAAAAABew/QC1fzUpZnZc/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412123589738424738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sxu5ucXbuFI/AAAAAAAABeo/GzogJHA9Q6U/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sxu5ucXbuFI/AAAAAAAABeo/GzogJHA9Q6U/s400/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412123584755382354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sxu5t0dFhFI/AAAAAAAABeg/kmfoyeoZ204/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sxu5t0dFhFI/AAAAAAAABeg/kmfoyeoZ204/s400/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412123574041674834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went back to Petaling Street the following week and bought even more decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I so feel like Mrs. Claus now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-7955320136210355888?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/7955320136210355888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7955320136210355888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7955320136210355888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-time.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas time'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sxu_x7SS98I/AAAAAAAABfI/mMRjA3NZD8M/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-6307594534615817477</id><published>2009-11-24T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:17:13.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>CritiQue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's OUT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SwvIlPqNVMI/AAAAAAAABeY/DG3R5ULddbQ/s1600/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SwvIlPqNVMI/AAAAAAAABeY/DG3R5ULddbQ/s400/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407636319772693698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess for it's first issue, it's not too bad la, except that I still don't get why they had to choose who they did for the front cover. Not really one of my favs. And not a very good move especially for the very first issue, y'know what I mean. Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't really come across as a lifestyle magazine though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that the colours aren't bright enough, everything's like gray and white - BORING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks more like The Edge than a lifestyle magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's new and I'm sure they'll improve as more and more issues are out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SwvIkjhYo2I/AAAAAAAABeQ/HqnxoLV7DPY/s1600/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SwvIkjhYo2I/AAAAAAAABeQ/HqnxoLV7DPY/s400/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407636307924525922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have submitted a nicer picture of myself though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one looks terribly awful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SwvIkeAe9zI/AAAAAAAABeI/rnk6aYUMRaM/s1600/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SwvIkeAe9zI/AAAAAAAABeI/rnk6aYUMRaM/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407636306444351282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My very own article!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SwvIkIq06nI/AAAAAAAABeA/KWjfPLHIp-U/s1600/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SwvIkIq06nI/AAAAAAAABeA/KWjfPLHIp-U/s400/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407636300716370546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So remember, first two issues are free and are available at all Coffee Beans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go pick yours up today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-6307594534615817477?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/6307594534615817477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/11/critique.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6307594534615817477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6307594534615817477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/11/critique.html' title='CritiQue'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SwvIlPqNVMI/AAAAAAAABeY/DG3R5ULddbQ/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-9185020906835367098</id><published>2009-11-17T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:36:12.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>Of dead fishes, cute dogs, singing maid and CRITIQUE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week, I bought Renee a fighting fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It died last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I didn't even have time to take a picture of it &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;=(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I went to the pet store nearby to see if I could get Renee another one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They don't sell fishes there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I saw this one dog. So OMG cuuuuuuute!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a grey and white miniature chi-hwa-hwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Only 2 months plus old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Female.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going for ONLY RM980!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I soooooooooo soooooooooooo soooooooooooooo absolutely wanna get it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But will have to discuss with hubby first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And hubby sure say "NO!" wan &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;=(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But still, if I don't try, I won't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So....*&lt;i&gt;fingers crossed&lt;/i&gt;*....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My maid is singing in an irritating high-pitched voice to Renee right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Indonesian songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it's annoying me to the very core of my bones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should I stop her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I don't want her to feel like she can't even sing to Renee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And not like she knows any English rhymes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine her singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star is super high-pitched Indon slang mewling noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it IS irritating me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So how? What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On another note, CRITIQUE will be out in Coffee Beans from tomorrow onwards!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first 2 issues are free but it will be available in news-stands nationwide from Jan '10 onwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be sure to grab your free copy when you see it cos yours truly here has her very own FOOD column in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a monthly magazine, so watch out for my monthly gastronomic adventures...I promise you nothing but PURE fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-9185020906835367098?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/9185020906835367098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-dead-fishes-cute-dogs-singing-maid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/9185020906835367098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/9185020906835367098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-dead-fishes-cute-dogs-singing-maid.html' title='Of dead fishes, cute dogs, singing maid and CRITIQUE!!!'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-839633481531139022</id><published>2009-11-15T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:38:04.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Little Upsets'/><title type='text'>The river that wanted to be a pond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before we bought this place, we asked the developer if the river flowing in front will flood should there be days of continuous rain and they very confidently &lt;b&gt;GUARANTEED&lt;/b&gt; that it wouldn't flood at all. In fact, I quote "The river was built to PREVENT floods".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sv-_evFkVrI/AAAAAAAABd4/RR35AtPl6CY/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sv-_evFkVrI/AAAAAAAABd4/RR35AtPl6CY/s400/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404248612624684722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;see, we have water-trees&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Well, last week, I had to rush off to SJMC for some private &amp;amp; confidential reasons (PLEASE DON'T ASK MY WHY) and after spending the whole afternoon there, I came home to find this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sv-_eOsHKyI/AAAAAAAABdw/TTmMXh6L0Ss/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sv-_eOsHKyI/AAAAAAAABdw/TTmMXh6L0Ss/s400/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404248603927980834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;even the walkway is down under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;My river has turned into a POND!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Wtf guarantee no flood river to prevent flood nonsense??!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;It wasn't even raining like for the whole morning and afternoon lorr. It was only raining cats &amp;amp; dogs for like less than 3 hours, and the river went over the brim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sv-_dn9HaUI/AAAAAAAABdo/GYo3AE92EIg/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sv-_dn9HaUI/AAAAAAAABdo/GYo3AE92EIg/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404248593530317122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that's the bench I always sit on to cut Renee's nails...it's a water-bench now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Can you imagine what I would have come home to if it rained the whole morning and afternoon??? I would have come home to NOTHING. My home would be gone! Flowed away with the currents on the flood prevention river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Hubby called the developers and fucked them up upside down inside out and you know what was their measly reply??? "We are discussing how to overcome this problem now".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Wah, by the time you're done discussing, I'll have my very own indoor swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;pool lorr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-839633481531139022?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/839633481531139022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/11/river-that-wanted-to-be-pond.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/839633481531139022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/839633481531139022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/11/river-that-wanted-to-be-pond.html' title='The river that wanted to be a pond'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Sv-_evFkVrI/AAAAAAAABd4/RR35AtPl6CY/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-3541740864555687939</id><published>2009-11-06T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:12:22.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Little Upsets'/><title type='text'>MURDER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did anyone read the news about a baby's head found in the trash, body missing, suspected to have been mauled or eaten by dogs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nst.com.my/articles/20091102193958/Article/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://nst.com.my/articles/20091102193958/Article/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosh! I am so bloody angry with the person who did that to their own child! I won't even refer to her as the 'mother' because no mothers in this world would do that to their own baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder how you felt when you saw the news about YOUR baby's head being found in the dump, body missing because it was eaten by dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For your good, you better seriously hope to hell that the baby was already dead before the dogs ripped it apart, cause when you're in hell (which is &lt;b&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/b&gt; where you'll be going), you would want to be dead too before your head is ripped apart by huge savage beasts over and over and over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But if baby wasn't dead yet and instead was shivering in the cold, starving, surrounded by smelly stinky garbage, being bitten little by little by red ants, totally defenseless, before finally having the dogs come and end it's misery in a snap WITH a snap, I curse you to the MOST TRAGIC DEATH EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not that I don't already curse you, you sick excuse for a woman, but I curse you such a tragic death that you will feel it even after when you're in hell. I hope your body rots away slowly but surely, and each piece that rots away causes you extremely excruciating pain that no amount of painkillers can cure and you can't even kill yourself to escape the pain. And when you finally do succumb to death, &lt;b&gt;it will happen all over again. And each time the process repeats itself, it will be a hundred times worse than before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmph! See how you like throwing away your baby just like that again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I seriously don't get it lorr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, I understand if you're scared or something, but then, during the throes of passion, never think arr? Never occurred to you that this is something that COULD happen meh? Even contraceptions are only 99% safe. And then, when you do get pregnant, instead of being responsible, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you KILL your child, the MOST INNOCENT life in the picture&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where's the logic in that???!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And even if the baby was a result of you getting raped, you shouldn't take out your anger on the baby lorr. The least you could do was put the baby at someone's doorstep, and then run and hide and keep a watch until you know the baby is in safe hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So stupid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No matter how educated or well-brought up a person is, the minute she does something like that, be it throwing your baby in the garbage, or leaving the baby at the side of the road, or even abortion, you are NOTHING. You are worse than nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;URGH!!! I TOTALLY HATE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FUCKING HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;....PEOPLE LIKE THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know how you can go on with life after doing something like that to your own child, how you can continue living everyday pretending that you never committed a murder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But one thing I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; know, you won't have an easy time on judgement day, &lt;b&gt;THAT'S FOR SURE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay.....&lt;b&gt;B.R.E.A.T.H.E&lt;/b&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, there's something weird happening to me. The whole right side of my body, from waist downwards, is aching in places here and there. My right hip bone when I bend. My right knee when I kneel. My right ankle when I walk. Hell, there's even an ulcer on the right side of my tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now how weird is that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's happening? This is so scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's like I really getting old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh...some things even I just can't deny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-3541740864555687939?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/3541740864555687939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/11/murder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3541740864555687939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/3541740864555687939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/11/murder.html' title='MURDER!'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-7590254729837899905</id><published>2009-11-05T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:06:49.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>I had a dream, a song to sing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, I had a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In it, I was holding my precious second child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thick black hair and huge dark eyes (&lt;i&gt;totally opposite from my first born&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And....she had a name...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We called her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cadence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-7590254729837899905?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/7590254729837899905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-dream-song-to-sing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7590254729837899905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/7590254729837899905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-dream-song-to-sing.html' title='I had a dream, a song to sing...'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-6770494154665461220</id><published>2009-10-31T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:58:00.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Food n What Not'/><title type='text'>Someone flirted with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to upgrade the software on my Maxis Broadband yesterday in Pyramid and the guy that serviced me FLIRTED with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I've given birth to Renee, I haven't gone anywhere without her so naturally, people knew that I was married and that I was already a mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But last night, hubby was at Fridays with Renee and so, I was alone when I walked into the Maxis shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The guy was already smiling at me even before I got to his counter but he was polite enough to proceed according to procedure, asking me the right questions until he got to the part about payment method.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Oh, no worries about that, it's autodebit from my husband's credit card"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"You're married???!!!"&lt;/span&gt; he stares at me with shock, hands in sudden pause motion above his keypad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Erm...yes, I am. Is that a problem?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"You don't look married. Are you sure you're married?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Yes, I'm very sure. I even have a daughter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"How OLD are you? You look so young!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Old enough to be your mother"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"But you MUST be only 24??!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"Well, no, I'm actually 30"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"Aiseh, then no chance dy lah...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Excuse me???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a pause. Then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"...aiyah, nevermind la, I still give you my number. Any problems, you can call me personally"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bought this from Diva and am totally in love with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SusZLs2pWKI/AAAAAAAABdg/k4Mquxk7enQ/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SusZLs2pWKI/AAAAAAAABdg/k4Mquxk7enQ/s400/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398436267143288994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It can be used as a bracelet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SusZLKvW8HI/AAAAAAAABdY/-jG1jA_PXQk/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SusZLKvW8HI/AAAAAAAABdY/-jG1jA_PXQk/s400/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398436257985917042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...and anklet....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SusZK6CypSI/AAAAAAAABdQ/SRn2H_1sYtQ/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SusZK6CypSI/AAAAAAAABdQ/SRn2H_1sYtQ/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398436253504021794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...and even a necklace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOVE LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the best thing, it's so soft that I can wear it and STILL carry Renee without feeling uncomfortable or anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-6770494154665461220?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/6770494154665461220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/10/someone-flirted-with-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6770494154665461220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6770494154665461220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/10/someone-flirted-with-me.html' title='Someone flirted with me'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SusZLs2pWKI/AAAAAAAABdg/k4Mquxk7enQ/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-5432327911476008560</id><published>2009-10-22T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:14:54.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Mummy'/><title type='text'>My little fussy eater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Renee's been acting really weird the pass few days. She's not eating as much as she used to. In fact, she's hardly eating at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Usually, she finishes a whole bowl of porridge/rice and has second helpings even. The pass few days though, she's been taking in only like 3 - 4 spoonfulls of whatever it is I'm feeding her, and then she starts screaming, or pushing the spoon away, or fidgeting in her chair. She just refuses to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, at first, I thought maybe she isn't hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the minute I take the bowl away, she demands for biscuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And she can eat up to 10 pieces of biscuits in a go. Just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So how could that mean that she isn't hungry, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this went on for 2 days and so I decided enough is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afterall, she cannot be just eating biscuits and nothing else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And what kind of mummy would I be if I allowed this to continue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So today, when she started her nonsense again, I refused to give in to her and I forced the food down her throat. She started screaming and crying but I held down both her arms with one hand, and forced her mouth open with the spoonful of whatever I was feeding her with with the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her tears and mucus and whateverelse body fluids that could come out of her came out and spilt into her bowl but I still continued scooping and feeding, scooping and feeding, scooping and feeding. In the end, she finished the entire bowl and that was when I released her arms and took her off her high-chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I had to do this like at both lunch and dinner time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I felt so bad, seeing her crying and screaming but I just had to make her finish her food instead of just getting full on biscuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is this considered child abuse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigh....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm trying to be the best mummy I can be but sometimes, she makes it so hard for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-5432327911476008560?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/5432327911476008560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-little-fussy-eater.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5432327911476008560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5432327911476008560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-little-fussy-eater.html' title='My little fussy eater'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-5265071892652590528</id><published>2009-10-21T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:44:26.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Food n What Not'/><title type='text'>Fashion on you, Fashion on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A whole load of 'paid-for' merchandise came in the post for me yesterday and I was so excited! I've been waiting like forever for package number 1 to arrive and about a week for package number 2 and they both arrived on the same day so it was like a double-happy-clappy day for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Package No. 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Dell Inspiron Mini 10v in Passion Purple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/St8civnRMkI/AAAAAAAABdI/qW3Z3eon_xg/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/St8civnRMkI/AAAAAAAABdI/qW3Z3eon_xg/s400/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395062261835444802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a super sleek 10 inch netbook and it's so small that I can practically pop it into my handbag and carry it around with me everywhere I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, I'll be totally unsociable and a bore to hang out with now that I don't need you to entertain me anymore. I've got a new Mini to entertain myself with! (Okay, that sounded wrong).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I chose a cool purple color but decided that I didn't like all my finger prints being plastered all over it, so......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/St8bndg-5mI/AAAAAAAABdA/biYL2AgvVLI/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/St8bndg-5mI/AAAAAAAABdA/biYL2AgvVLI/s400/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395061243364959842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.....I &lt;i&gt;'zing-ed&lt;/i&gt;' it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doesn't it look absolutely cool now?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Package No. 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My purchase from BaciBoutique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/St8RgyDZAgI/AAAAAAAABcw/IuqqmCfiMYw/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/St8RgyDZAgI/AAAAAAAABcw/IuqqmCfiMYw/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395050133502624258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One pair of skinny, super skinny, ripped jeans....in white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm totally in love with it because...I don't know....I just love it! It fits me just nice, like a second skin and I absolutely love the ripped out parts because it gives such a rough edge to the whole look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/St8Rgfsc0rI/AAAAAAAABco/4H3dbV_rNY8/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/St8Rgfsc0rI/AAAAAAAABco/4H3dbV_rNY8/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395050128574567090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also bought the retro looking tank/dress top because it was so RETRO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And since mummy bought me like so many colorful leggings from London, I needed more long tops to go with them and this was just right. Love the whole black and white theme going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a bit lose for me though, so I'd need to either wear a tube top inside, or a funkier bra. Whichever. Hahaha! I don't care. I love it still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/St8Rf_77acI/AAAAAAAABcg/fxhczIuVYlk/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/St8Rf_77acI/AAAAAAAABcg/fxhczIuVYlk/s400/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395050120049551810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, can anyone spot my daughter in the two pictures above?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Hint*&lt;/i&gt; She was digging through my drawer of undergarments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hung out at Pearly's last Friday and she made these DEEEEEELICIOUS cuppacakes for me. Absolutely yummy, not too sweet and the texture was just perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/St8RfsUeu3I/AAAAAAAABcY/fYEkpVsAXEQ/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/St8RfsUeu3I/AAAAAAAABcY/fYEkpVsAXEQ/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395050114783820658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, anyone interested, do let me know and I'll pass on the good news to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yes, Pearly, am doing free advertising for you &lt;i&gt;*winks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-5265071892652590528?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/5265071892652590528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/10/fashion-on-you-fashion-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5265071892652590528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/5265071892652590528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/10/fashion-on-you-fashion-on-me.html' title='Fashion on you, Fashion on me'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/St8civnRMkI/AAAAAAAABdI/qW3Z3eon_xg/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-1789020782248610339</id><published>2009-10-08T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:15:04.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Adventures'/><title type='text'>A Day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, there was this one day when hubby and I decided to bring Renee to the zoo. Yah, I know right. Like the zoo? But anyways, we went, thinking that maybe it was a public holiday and it was Raya, that everyone would be out of town, like back in their own hometown, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should have known better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In fact, I should have read all the signs that pointed to impending doom the minute we started our journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first sign. The Fillet-O-Fish we bought from the McD's drive-through on PLUS highway. I opened the box, looking forward to sinking my teeth down into the yummy warm burger, feeling the melted cheese wrap itself onto my upper jaw, but this was what I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390248249226789202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Ss4COVJVgVI/AAAAAAAABb4/FTOQ8Lj65yU/s400/DSC00001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HALF of my 'warm, melted cheese' was STUCK onto the damn box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like HALF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And tried as I could to dig it up, it just wouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cannot believe that idiot McD workers don't even know how to slap a cheese on a bun properly. It doesn't take a genius to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even a cock-eyed person can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't even know what kind of people McD's have working for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sheesh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So THAT itself spoilt the start of my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the burger wasn't even delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The second sign was the wrong turn hubby took and we had to make a HUGE-ASS circle around the whole of KL before getting back onto the right track. I should have asked him to just go straight home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The third sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The THRONG of people crowded at the entrance to the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The THRONG of cars crowded at the entrance of the entrance to the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stupid stupid stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Should have just gone home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Save the RM45 entrance tickets for something better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But nooooo, I was adamant on showing Renee the giraffes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390248261064874722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Ss4CPBPwWuI/AAAAAAAABcA/FkuVIAi3mA0/s400/DSC00003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...and the camels...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390248270885695138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Ss4CPl1OLqI/AAAAAAAABcI/0gpSVIhuAI8/s400/DSC00011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...and the bears, and orangutans and what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the end, she saw the giraffes. And the elephants. And the bears, orangutans, camels, flamingos, deers, kangaroos, lions, tigers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She fell asleep the minute we got to the monkey cages. Which was only a QUARTER of the zoo, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And missed out on the sea-lions performance. And the reptiles section. And the aquarium section. She didn't even get to see her favourite horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So much for bringing her to the zoo and paying RM45 for entrance tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even my maid wasn't impressed with the way our 'national' zoo looked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The animals all looked half-starved and depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The were huge signs telling people NOT TO FEED the animals but you could still see everyone throwing popcorn and bread at the animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just so sad that Malaysians are so stupid. They don't know how to read. Or maybe, they're just blind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But ALL of them? Blind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so thankful my parents brought me up well and taught me how to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because I think my family was the MOST CIVILIZED and intelligent people at the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1# We didn't push and shove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2# We didn't feed the animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3# We aren't blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But seriously, everyone at the zoo were pretty much uneducated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feeding pop-corn to bears for heaven's sake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How much more stupid can one get?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the lions' and tigers' enclosement, there was a wide stretch of river to seperate the animals from the railings where people stand to stare. Hubby asked me if the water was deep enough to keep the animals at a safe distance from the people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I stared at him and said, "Looking at the way people here are behaving, I think the reason for the water is not to keep the animals away from the people, but more for PROTECTING the animals from the people".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After all, which idiot would jump in and swim across to take a closer look?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Ss4CQBIsUHI/AAAAAAAABcQ/eVyVM9UUGrg/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390248278215118962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Ss4CQBIsUHI/AAAAAAAABcQ/eVyVM9UUGrg/s400/DSC00017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the end, we spent only about an hour - an hour and a half (at the most) at the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We ain't going back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-1789020782248610339?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/1789020782248610339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/1789020782248610339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/1789020782248610339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-out.html' title='A Day out'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Ss4COVJVgVI/AAAAAAAABb4/FTOQ8Lj65yU/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-1112080106741475338</id><published>2009-09-30T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:53:41.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>I'm not neglecting you, I just don't know what to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh dear, and here I thought that with a new blog, I'd be a bit more 'rajin' in updating. Looks like my new blog is being neglected as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest, I have loads of things to blog about. Tonnes of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But if only I was allowed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of them are personal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And not being able to talk about it to anyone, or even to blog about it in my own site, is eating me alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's the use of having a blog then right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I can't even use it to vent out my own frustrations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-1112080106741475338?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/1112080106741475338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-neglecting-you-i-just-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/1112080106741475338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/1112080106741475338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-neglecting-you-i-just-dont-know.html' title='I&apos;m not neglecting you, I just don&apos;t know what to do'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-6200359198258205682</id><published>2009-09-16T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:02:06.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It feels like as if I lost 2 people in the pass few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Yeh-Yeh is definitely gone and there's nothing we can do to bring him back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I know deep down inside he's very much happier wherever he is because he no longer has to listen to Mama rant and nag and moan and groan about the whole world to him from morning till night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 2nd person I feel like I've lost is not dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In fact, he's in China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And will only be there for a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yet, I still feel a deep lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, I've got this cousin that's really stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the day of Yeh-Yeh's cremation, after everything was done and we were about to leave, he came up to me and told me this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Him: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You know, Amy (his wife) can feel all these supernatural things and she told me that Yeh-Yeh is feeling very hot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello, he was cremated. Of course he's hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn stupid right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-6200359198258205682?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/6200359198258205682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6200359198258205682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6200359198258205682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-2398364043809215456</id><published>2009-09-12T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:57:55.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Little Upsets'/><title type='text'>Bye-Bye</title><content type='html'>September 11th, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Aged 85.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind a wife.&lt;br /&gt;2 sons, 2 daughters.&lt;br /&gt;2 daughter-in-laws, 2 son-in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;5 grandsons, 6 grand-daughters.&lt;br /&gt;2 great-grand-daughters, 1 great-grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss you greatly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-2398364043809215456?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/2398364043809215456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/09/bye-bye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/2398364043809215456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/2398364043809215456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/09/bye-bye.html' title='Bye-Bye'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-2128824363427989433</id><published>2009-09-09T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:52:45.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Away From Home'/><title type='text'>Fraser's Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379432860478074834" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SqeVr2Xb79I/AAAAAAAABao/WQx-4xewzyQ/s400/IMG_2032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;Birds chirping in the morning, crickets singing in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Deep silence after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Cool sunlight dancing in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379432872901986242" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SqeVskphx8I/AAAAAAAABa4/ehau1p8u3wI/s400/IMG_2055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where life is relaxed and slow.&lt;br /&gt;Total opposite of the city life that we're all used to.&lt;br /&gt;A place where my sisters and I grew up as children.&lt;br /&gt;Of course only on weekends as we school on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379432863462678386" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SqeVsBfBX3I/AAAAAAAABaw/oU71zcbCROQ/s400/IMG_1935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time we were up there was about 10 years ago. Or maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;So being there again after so long, the rush of memories almost knocked me over.&lt;br /&gt;Only this time, I'm not there as a little girl anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But as a mummy sharing her childhood with her daughter.&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/1518404558851824777-2128824363427989433?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/2128824363427989433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/09/frasers-hill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/2128824363427989433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/2128824363427989433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/09/frasers-hill.html' title='Fraser&apos;s Hill'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/SqeVr2Xb79I/AAAAAAAABao/WQx-4xewzyQ/s72-c/IMG_2032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-276993237981343577</id><published>2009-09-03T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:57:43.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Little Upsets'/><title type='text'>Dickhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A week of drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maid's husband left her for another woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course she's an emotional wreck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who wouldn't be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here she is, working her ass off so that she can support you and your son and what do you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You run off with the first woman you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You think she wants to come here and work as a maid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's only doing that because her old job back in her own country wasn't paying enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you weren't doing what you were suppose to be - supporting her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Useless, freaking, ungrateful, brainless jerks who only think with their dicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got brains for what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yah, forgot, you're brainless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And because of you and your dickhead, I lost a whole night's worth of sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like LITERALLY a whole night, okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had to stay up till 6am to console your grieving wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's better off without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank goodness for her, I'm a good &lt;em&gt;Ma'am&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And thank goodness for me, we're going away for a little weekend holiday tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-276993237981343577?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/276993237981343577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/09/dickhead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/276993237981343577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/276993237981343577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/09/dickhead.html' title='Dickhead'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-2716322184874931899</id><published>2009-08-31T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:38:05.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='That Special Occassion'/><title type='text'>Hubby Turns 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Spqpx0jlUGI/AAAAAAAABag/DSxA4s3bHUs/s1600-h/sri+ayuthaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375795778606682210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Spqpx0jlUGI/AAAAAAAABag/DSxA4s3bHUs/s400/sri+ayuthaya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were originally supposed to celebrate at Tamarind Hills but I think staying home everyday with nothing to do made me forget that there is still a whole world of people still hustling and bustling about, working hard, using up every precious minute they have and only occasionally stealing a little time here and there to rest a bit. And so, because I forgot about that little detail, I took for granted that I wouldn't need to make a reservation and so, I got lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also totally forgot that it was Ramadhan month. &lt;em&gt;Stupid&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so, by the time I actually called Tamarind Hills, it was already full. And so was Tamarind Springs. So, no choice la, we ended up in Sri Ayuthaya - &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even then, we had to wait for our table. And it wasn't like as if I did not make a reservation. I did. And they had the cheek to ask me if I wanted to sit downstairs, like where all the other outcasts-who-didn't-make-reservations were booted to. Of course not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just because they have a little more customers than normal and they cannot handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course I got upset lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lucky for them, I love their food. So I would never boycott them. My lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I didn't stay upset for long cause they found us a nice little table at a corner. And that's also because I told them off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hubby said, "Gone la, now our food's gonna have extra ingredients on it".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, whatever it was, it still tasted good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 31st Birthday, Darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-2716322184874931899?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/2716322184874931899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/08/hubby-turns-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/2716322184874931899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/2716322184874931899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/08/hubby-turns-31.html' title='Hubby Turns 31'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GYM6SaC3R50/Spqpx0jlUGI/AAAAAAAABag/DSxA4s3bHUs/s72-c/sri+ayuthaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1518404558851824777.post-6854233390134315975</id><published>2009-08-29T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:06:22.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Random'/><title type='text'>Simply Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess I'm kindda like having my own little 'Merdeka' celebration. You know, a new blog. New layout. New me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've never really admitted to it but I've been in self-denial eversince I got pregnant with Renee. I didn't want to acknowledge the fact that I was no longer who I used to be and the fact that I got upset whenever someone told me that 'I looked like a mother', that says it all. The fact was, and still is, is that I AM a mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But today, I'm shouting it out loud that I AM a mother and I AM proud of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I do miss my partying days where I could be out all night drinking myself senseless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss the times when I could just dash out of the house for a quick shopping spree without worrying about anything or anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss the hours and hours I used to spend by the beach, soaking up the sand, with nothing else in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss my freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then, I found a new kind of freedom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The freedom of being a mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And this is who I am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1518404558851824777-6854233390134315975?l=kristygeraldine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/feeds/6854233390134315975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/08/simply-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6854233390134315975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1518404558851824777/posts/default/6854233390134315975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristygeraldine.blogspot.com/2009/08/simply-me.html' title='Simply Me'/><author><name>Kristy Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209829691700709106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSGgKn8pEH8/TsuDplrNF4I/AAAAAAAABr8/p7sVf7aqtF8/s220/sk%2526kristy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
