<?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-7197107563089153691</id><updated>2012-02-01T00:00:05.785+08:00</updated><category term='kids&apos; room'/><title type='text'>Momsie Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>846</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5030121029924975700</id><published>2012-02-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T00:00:05.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The kiddos are back to school. Am I loving the "holiday" or what? Of course I do! Whenever Mini goes to school with her jie-jie, I wake up extra early so as to cherish the ME time for a couple of hours. Well, minus an hour or so house-keeping and cooking, I don't have that plenty of hours left. But, still -- I will do everything in my power to enjoy my time till the last millisecond before scooting off to get her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah..such is life of a school-going SAHM. Plus the fact that they don't even go to real school (I consider Primary the "real" school). So, they go to playschool and playschool is for play which is absolutely perfect for a slacker mom like me. I mean, I don't know what they do at school. Well, as long as I don't get calls from the teachers complaining about them punching the face of another, I reckon they must be doing OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, what do &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; do whilst they are away? Oh, nothing much. Just put my feet up, soak for hours in the bathtub, sipping champagne eating strawberries. hehhehe..If you believe this, you'd believe anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No la, I where got time to be doing anything of that sort? I am no trophy wife. I gotta get my hands dirty and my face oily from toiling in front of the hot stove cooking lunch and parts of dinner. Then, I gotta stand under the hot sun putting up the laundry. Clean up the mess that the girls make. It's a good thing I do not have a lawn. If I did, I'd definitely walk. I can be so tied up that I don't even have the time to do that &lt;a href="http://www.actconferencing.com/"&gt;teleconferencing&lt;/a&gt; thingy with the inlaws or my friends. Skype will be beeping and I will be either in the johns or sauteeing sushi. I feel bad because a friend's mom just had a tumor removed and I haven't even gone to visit her. But, soon. See what I mean by loving the hols? I so love the hols.&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;OK. I'm off. Need to get up bright and early with the sun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-5030121029924975700?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5030121029924975700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5030121029924975700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5030121029924975700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5030121029924975700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2012/02/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-8447730496639881985</id><published>2012-01-25T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:00:02.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year superstitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are you the superstitious type? I am not. Well, I think I kind of am but I don't take it to the extreme. I know some people do and every ritual must be performed to the T to gain luck, prosperity and..and..oh, I don't know, just to have a smooth sailing year I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back in the day before I got married, Dad will ask us to cut our nails at night on the eve of Chinese New Year. We will sit with him, complete with the clipper and newspaper (for the clippings). Not your conventional bonding moment between father and daughter, but if clipping our nails does it for Dad, it will do for us! I never really asks why but I guess it has something to do with good luck I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and CNY eve is truly the busiest time. No one sleeps until past 12 midnight. After dinner, Mom will hurriedly clean the table, put everything away and prepare for midnight prayers. To welcome the God of Prosperity I was told. For that, a table will be laid out in front with prayer stuff, all windows and doors open (welcome mozzies!) and Dad will be busy sweeping and mopping the floor. Perhaps this is not a supersittion but it's a ritual thingy that my parents go through every year on the eve.&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;Ah yes...the one common belief of both my in laws and parents is that we're not allowed to wear anything black on CNY. Apart from our black hair, nothing else can be black. Even our undies have to be coloured something other than black. We can be wearing blue, green or purple but never black. The colour black is often associated with bad, or bad luck or just generally very black, and considered highly inappropriate for CNY which is a time to celebrate goodness, prosperity, good luck, positivity, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, these are some of the peculiar rituals or beliefs my family indulges in. How about yours? Do you have any peculiar CNY superstitions or rituals that you go through?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-8447730496639881985?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/8447730496639881985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=8447730496639881985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8447730496639881985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8447730496639881985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2012/01/chinese-new-year-superstitions.html' title='Chinese New Year superstitions'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5358841818089839384</id><published>2012-01-24T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:44:58.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How was your Chinese New Year celebration so far? As much as I looked forward to eating, I didn't eat as much as I wanted to. Blame it on old age, blame it on the moon and the stars above -- I don't know, just &amp;nbsp;didn't quite make the gastronomy scale this year. But, I did try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;New Year's eve for us has always been eating twice : once with my in-laws (think that's mandatory) and at my grandmother's house after. My MIL is usually very efficient with her cooking on NY's eve. Like for instance, this year, we had our 1st dinner at 5pm. Yep, we were shooed out of the house by 7pm. We even made a pitt-stop to COld Storage to get some drinks before heading out to my grandma's and still made it in time to have dinner with my uncles, aunts and cousins (read : before the food got completely wiped out). So, 2 dinners in one night has been quite the norm for us, even before kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hubby and I had our 2nd dinner while the kids entertained themselves with whatever they could find and whoever they could con. So, yeah, it was indeed a much needed peaceful dinner for us (for me to be exact). So peaceful that I ended up having 2 helpings of my 2nd dinner. All in all, I had 4 helpings in total on CNY eve alone! I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move. So stuffed I was that my body ended up on my grandma's bed. Trust me, I was up to my throat with yummyness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More of the "makan-makan" awaits as mom cooks up a storm and as usual, we all wait eagerly around the table for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7197107563089153691-5358841818089839384?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5358841818089839384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5358841818089839384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5358841818089839384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5358841818089839384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2012/01/chinese-new-year-2012.html' title='Chinese New Year 2012'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3437226282514307267</id><published>2012-01-23T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:01:00.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xin Nian Kuai Le</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wan Shi Ru Yi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Learning Mandarin because when Ash learns Mandarin, I have a head start.&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;Who am I kidding? You can take the banana out of the girl, but not the girl out of the banana. &lt;i&gt;Huh&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;OK..nevermind. It's Chinese New Year and have a great celebration all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3437226282514307267?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3437226282514307267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3437226282514307267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3437226282514307267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3437226282514307267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2012/01/xin-nian-kuai-le.html' title='Xin Nian Kuai Le'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-1164730834182332472</id><published>2012-01-20T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:45:00.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheels insurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the coming outstation travels, best to give your car a thorough check before disembarking. Some of you may have new wheels so this check will not be necessary. However, for those with old junks (like mine), best to get your car serviced in time before travelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most people will not think about getting that spare tyre pumped. You should actually. I mean, you won't know when you'd meet with a..urm..situation (knock on wood) and if your spare is also flat, that could mean a whole lot of trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even better if you can get a &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamrvinsurance.com/"&gt;5th wheel insurance&lt;/a&gt;. You know, just to make sure no one steals your wheels and get away with it.&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;Whatever it is, better to be safe than sorry. We don't want any un-toward anything happening during the festivities.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-1164730834182332472?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/1164730834182332472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=1164730834182332472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1164730834182332472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1164730834182332472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2012/01/wheels-insurance.html' title='Wheels insurance'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3718247627945363651</id><published>2012-01-20T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:31:51.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another warm and sunny day. It's really rare for me that both kids are somewhere I don't have to worry about them. I honestly relish the alone-ness, the ME time to do whatever I want and in a completely peaceful surrounding. For as long as I can remember, there have been none of those.&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;The most important I truly treasure during times like these is the fact I get to eat. Really. Eating is something I haven't done in a long time. I am someone who rushes through food. Hubby always say I don't know how to enjoy food. I have had a friend who always complained I eat like a mouse. These folks do not know a thing, I tell ya...Don't know a thing!&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 always been like this. Taking my time when it comes to food. Especially when it's a truly yummy dish, I eat slower to savour every taste, every smell, every bite like it's the last thing I will ever eat on the face of this planet. Don't matter if there are more than that single serving on the table, I will simply take my time and enjoy the gastronomical ride..slowly.&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;Many have said the mistaken belief that because I eat so slowly, I must not like food. Are you kidding me? How can anyone not love food?! Especially yummylicious food. It's a &lt;i&gt;hiong sau&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;that most people do not appreciate the way that I do.&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;With my new found freedom, I take my time to have my breakfast after sending the kids away ('away' - that sounded soooooooo good). It could dining at a favourite mamak joint or kopitiam. Again, taking my time. Thankfully, I have found someone who also takes her time to eat. So, you see, there may be more of 'us' out 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;By the time I finish my long breakfast or I should in fact call it my brunch, I'll be too stuffed to have lunch proper. And, I can just relax when it's time to feed the kids during lunchtime. Isn't that the best thing ever? I think it is.&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;Now, all i need to do is look forward to the day where I send both off to boarding school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3718247627945363651?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3718247627945363651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3718247627945363651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3718247627945363651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3718247627945363651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2012/01/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5239534465818673697</id><published>2012-01-06T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:29:24.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help in the kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/6644636655/" title="helping in the kitchen by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="helping in the kitchen" height="297" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7144/6644636655_b6daff61c1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seemingly enjoying themselves.&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, I need to back-up my photos that's sitting in my HD right now. In doing that, I realised there are plenty of photos I took dating back 6 to 7 months ago that I've not published, processed or did anything to them. For one thing, I have been lazy (what's new eh?).&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, I reckon, is the right time to do all of it. And, when I do come across interesting ones, I'll put them up on this blog. Take the one above for instance -- they were helping me peel the peanut skin to make soup. Well, they tried their very best cos despite soaking the nuts overnight, the skin really stuck on and it wasn't that easy to peel. But, you know, the kids had a grand time nevertheless. When there's water involved (and making a mess in the process), anything is fun. &amp;nbsp;&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;&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/7197107563089153691-5239534465818673697?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5239534465818673697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5239534465818673697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5239534465818673697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5239534465818673697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2012/01/help-in-kitchen.html' title='Help in the kitchen'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-8058664389781820650</id><published>2011-12-31T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:30:01.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year, 2012!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy New Year guys!&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;What shall I be watching? Well, 2012 of course! heh..How cheezy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The year has come and gone (yet again!). Time really flies. It seemed like just yesterday we celebrated and ushered in 2011 and now, we embrace 2012.&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;New Years for us is and has always been the same -- in that we spend the time at home, mainly in dreamland. Except for that one time, when I was pregnant with Mini, we spent the night at the hotel in KL to catch the fireworks. Of course, Ash was fast asleep by the time the fireworks came on and I was close to calling it a day/night. Hubby? I can't remember what he was doing. Probably, was busy watching the telly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We'll be doing the same this year which is to sleep off the fireworks, if at all possible considering the noise and such. But, I believe we will or at least I will because we spent the day de-cluttering the house. We gave much of their toys away and clothes too. On top of that, we also threw away things we don't need, empty boxes etc...Now we have more space for more..err..junk??&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 cannot believe cleaning was what we did to prepare for the New Year. LOL. Hope your day was much more well spent, like shopping for instance. Oh how I wanted to hit the stores but well, since we procrastinated on cleaning, we best get it done. Especially so when school begins in a couple of days.&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;Also, I have decided to do away with New Year's resolutions because I can never keep at it. The most, I'll be all excited about ticking off the 1st or 2nd, but the next 20 will just be carried forward. By year 2015, I would have about 300 unresolved resolutions! No...child, I shall not go down that road. Not this year. Possibly, not ever!&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, anyway, before I ramble on and on -- Here's wishing you the happiest of moments and an amazing adventure in 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-8058664389781820650?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/8058664389781820650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=8058664389781820650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8058664389781820650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8058664389781820650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year, 2012!!'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-683640109835417501</id><published>2011-12-30T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:31:17.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weaning off the pacifier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/6597791397/" title="Mini by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mini" height="386" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7161/6597791397_2b46ea541a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;at my sister's place for Xmas dinner, and playing on sis' Iphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mini is addicted to her pacifier. Or should I say, she used to be until 2 weeks ago. All of a sudden, I just stopped giving her the pacifier whenever she asks for it. We just told her it's broken and there's&amp;nbsp;no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She whined of course. She whinged. She screamed and shouted "GOT!!". But, we calmly told her there's no more pacifier and that she's a big girl now, no need for the pacifier. She whinged and whined some more.&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;Ash is still on her thumb. SHe has been since she was a baby. The reason why we decided to stop Mini from the pacifier and not Ash is because Ash only sucks her thumb when she's about to sleep. And the 'thumb' doesn't stay in her mouth throughout. Whereas for Mini, she wants her pacifier ALL THE TIME. And she would want it when she's sleeping too. Not so good, right?&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, we decided to try to get her off the pacifier. Besides, she'll be going off to play-school next year; we don't really need her to be asking for her pacifier in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WHenever she asked for it and when we tell her no, she'd whinged for a bit and accepted it. She'd go about doing her thing. Of course, we tried also to distract her and not leave her out cold and dry. I was pretty nervous especially at night or when she's tired during the day and needed her pacifier to snooze. But, thankfully, it wasn't as difficult as I expected her to get.&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;The only time when we felt really bad for her was when she didn't get a good night's sleep during the first couple of nights. At times, she would sob in bed with her eyes closed. Like the Malay saying "&lt;i&gt;mandi tak basah, makan tak kenyang, tidur tak lena&lt;/i&gt;". As of now, she's slowly getting the hang of it and so far, she's stopped asking for it. We have been doing our part too (and warned everyone to do the same ) by not mentioning the word &lt;i&gt;tee-tah (&lt;/i&gt;as she calls it&lt;i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;to her.&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;After all the stressful anticipation, it wasn't terribly difficult weaning Mini off her pacifier. You might have heard stories of &amp;nbsp;kids giving parents a hard time when they were similarly weaned off. Or at least, that's what I heard. And which was why I was completely nervous at the start. It took me a while to pull the plug. Now that I've done it, I feel relieved that it went down relatively easy for Mini, which naturally, is a good thing. Plus, for me, I feel it's the right age too because at this age, she's still a little..err..blur so she'll buy anything you sell to her..hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's it. One down, one more to go : her diapers. Potty training hasn't been completely successful..*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7197107563089153691-683640109835417501?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/683640109835417501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=683640109835417501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/683640109835417501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/683640109835417501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/12/weaning-off-pacifier.html' title='Weaning off the pacifier'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5750979202638682917</id><published>2011-12-30T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:04:28.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going for holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We just had our 'holiday' and I am again thinking of another holiday. There's just no getting enough of it, is there?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No, we didn't go anywhere specifically; just that having hubby at home and the kids not being in school, is a holiday enough for me. We spent time spring cleaning the home. I mean, literally cleaned out alot of stuff especially sorting out old baby clothes and toys. We gave some away to my cousin who just had a baby. We gave the rest away. Now, we have a whole empty store-room to be fitted with err...more junk. hehe&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;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are indeed so many places we wanna be spending our time at. Like, Beijing for example. The reason is because we just watched Warlords and just fancied going. Of course we'd do something for the kids too like bringing them to DisneyWorld; the one in Orlando and to stay in one of the &lt;a href="http://hotels.orlandovacation.com/"&gt;orlando hotels&lt;/a&gt;. I know the girls'll absolutely adore that place. I think Ash'll live there if she could.&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;Ah well..some other dream. For now, it's back to cleaning the house!!&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/7197107563089153691-5750979202638682917?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5750979202638682917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5750979202638682917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5750979202638682917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5750979202638682917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/12/going-for-holidays.html' title='going for holidays'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-7091400951774322354</id><published>2011-12-24T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T15:50:32.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Blessed Christmas everyone!</title><content type='html'>So the tree is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decked with nice aging (since the 70s) angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/6563037577/" title="D7K_6044 by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="D7K_6044" height="331" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7034/6563037577_dbf1f5f72a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with some, that under normal circumstances, would not have made it on the tree. Like Cinderella for instance;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/6563037573/" title="D7K_6066 by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="D7K_6066" height="331" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7020/6563037573_4e3fdd0b49.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, creepy girl who looks like she's hung herself and alien-shaped craft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/6563037565/" title="D7K_6082 by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="D7K_6082" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6563037565_c776c03037.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, some presents. Most need to be distributed by tonight in any case.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/6563037581/" title="D7K_6105 by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="D7K_6105" height="331" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7170/6563037581_6e2fae7b01.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we are set aren't we? This year we will have our Christmas at my sister's new pad. Will be exciting!! And not to mention, I don't have as much cleaning up to do, so, it's a celebration I am most looking forward to..heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it folks. Enjoy your Christmas, enjoy your time with loved ones, or simply just enjoy the holidays (and the rain..). Have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-7091400951774322354?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/7091400951774322354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=7091400951774322354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/7091400951774322354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/7091400951774322354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-blessed-christmas-everyone.html' title='Have a Blessed Christmas everyone!'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-4569147241147725955</id><published>2011-12-21T09:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:14:09.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dressing up for a night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sure some of you will be looking forward to this weekend. More so, the following weekend. Both weekends are long weekends. What with the season ending celebrations and the ushering of the New Year. I cannot believe 2011 is coming to a close and we're moving on to a new digit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always look forward to new years. I still do but somehow, the years have zoomed past so quickly lately that I feel there wasn't enough time for me to really savour every minute, every day. It's been go-go-go from the start. And, somehow, with Mini on board, the days went by even faster. I don't know..maybe it's just me but really, this year has passed me by so fast I didn't really have time to blink even.&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 shall enjoy the rest of the year. Firstly, with the Christmas celebration and then, for the new year's. Now, all I need is 2 new dresses to go with the special occasions. Being the &lt;i&gt;kiam-siap&lt;/i&gt; that I am, I'll probably look for past season dresses, like those clearance from the recently concluded prom nights. I am sure they come in all sizes like even &lt;a href="http://www.sydneyscloset.com/"&gt;plus size prom dress&lt;/a&gt;. So even if you're plus sized, you needn't have to worry. There's always something for everybody.&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;&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/7197107563089153691-4569147241147725955?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/4569147241147725955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=4569147241147725955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/4569147241147725955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/4569147241147725955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/12/dressing-up-for-night-out.html' title='dressing up for a night out'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-1886456971713049863</id><published>2011-12-16T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:00:03.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When do you start shopping for Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With Christmas approaching in, oh..about a weeks' time, you don't really have much window space to do your shopping or get your Christmas party supplies. Or, maybe you do, but the myrid of things that one goes through for Christmas can be pretty overwhelming. Trust me -- there will never be enough time.&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;The strange thing is, people always tend to do the last minute shopping. I don't believe this as an Asian phenomenon or more specifically, a Malaysian phenomenon. It's quite universal, I would think. Haven't I heard or read somewhere or told by some people that stores usually are packed to the brim with people as the date draws closer?&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 always tell ourselves to shop early or space out your shopping because you get a couple of big sales event happening in the course of a year anyways. Getting your gifts early, they say, will invariably prevent from disappointment and you get them at a discount. Win-win.&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'd subscribe to that if not for one thing : workability. I mean, who shops for Christmas during Chinese New Year or Raya? As it is, as a mom, I already have my hands and minds filled with the weekly shopping list that I must fulfill every single week - I doubt I will have any room to think about shopping for that bra my sister wanted so badly and to only give it to her on Christmas. Do you?&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;You know, apart from my buzy-ness, I think buying something so early (even if it looked great at the material time), and having to keep it in a box, stored somewhere collecting dusts, not so urm, eye catching. Especially when it will look pretty aged after 6 months sitting at a corner, unattended. I mean, if you really wanted to give someone something you bought 6 months ago, you might as well just give it to that person straight away. No need to keep and wait till Christmas or New Year or whatever. Buy something else then.&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 flip side to getting presents in advance is that &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; particular something might out of stock and if you didn't get it then, you might not see it in the stores in months to come. I mean, yeah, if that's the case, by all means - get it. Only if you have the time or if you knew someone really wanted it. Otherwise, why bother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps, I am not the most hardworking shopper in the world. Neither am I a prudent one. Well, it has only been the last year or so that this tradition started in our household. I am still feeling the ropes. While I wouldn't recommend actually shopping for Christmas too early in advance, maybe a month or 2 earlier is an acceptable time-frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I discovered is having a mock Christmas celebration is quite time consuming and a costly affair. But, truly, I am having the best of times. Nothing like getting gifts for the people you love. The upside for me, with this new ritual, is the fact that I have resorted to not getting anything for people's birthdays..Save cost &lt;i&gt;ma..&lt;/i&gt;heheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-1886456971713049863?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/1886456971713049863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=1886456971713049863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1886456971713049863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1886456971713049863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-do-you-start-shopping-for.html' title='When do you start shopping for Christmas?'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-1087099376274056384</id><published>2011-12-11T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T10:43:25.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>investing for your children's future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is never to late to begin thinking about expenses for your child when they grow up. Heck, you can even start thinking about it as soon as you have a baby in your belly. There's no harm in planning ahead or planning in advance. Planning will only serve as a benefit if you start early, not when your kid is about to head off to college in 2 weeks time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More often than not, when we talk about our 'child's future', it is often for their higher education. Rarely do we think about, say, saving for a Porche on their 16th birthday or an all-expenses-paid trip to Europe after graduation. Nope. Well, some would but for most of us, it will be "how much to I need in 20 years' time for my kid to get into said university?". You know, a very basic need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, indeed - how do we save or invest for our children's future? There are many many ways in which you can do so, you will just have to identify the right kind of investment or savings vehicle that will work best for you. You could start by saving the conventional (and possibly, the safest way yet) method by setting up a savings account and putting aside some cash on a monthly basis.&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;Or perhaps, looking at how investing for your children involves such a long time-frame, you can afford to take some risks in buying shares from the stock market, or &lt;a href="http://www.goldeneaglecoin.com/"&gt;buy gold coins&lt;/a&gt;, for instance.&amp;nbsp;Consider even property investment if you have the means to come up with the downpayment (and all incidental costs).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many many options out there these days. Many books you can read. Parents are more well-equipped these days because we are after all, living in the age of information, aren't we? Some of us are probably in the business of financial planning. So, it's not difficult to find a single investment mechanism, it's a matter of actually doing it - because it is understandably so tempting to just spend the money now, especially if you have very young kids.&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;Don't wait, time waits for no man (or woman). However which way you invest, it is still investing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-1087099376274056384?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/1087099376274056384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=1087099376274056384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1087099376274056384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1087099376274056384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/12/investing-for-your-childrens-future.html' title='investing for your children&apos;s future'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-8302295355598633351</id><published>2011-12-07T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:43:26.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas wish for 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing about Christmas this year is that the excitement has gotten to Mini too. You know - the tree decoration and..and..more tree decoration. Ash, on the other hand, can't wait for the grandparents to return so she could celebrate Christmas with them. But, unfortunately, her wish will not happen because the grandparents will be celebrating Christmas away from home this year instead. Of course we told her but, either due to her stubborn nature or she just cannot comprehend the reality of it. Either way, she will definitely get a rude awakening Christmas morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's interesting is that the above wasn't what I wanted to talk about; I wanted to talk about my Christmas gift for this year and that would be getting the &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=e-book-readers"&gt;best ebook reader&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(apart from that Lamborghini and the Santorini vaca of course). I mean, the best thing since frosty chocolate cake, would be to be able to read free books off the internet.&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;Now, to make my dream come true, the hubby needs to read this post right? Hubby, read this post!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-8302295355598633351?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/8302295355598633351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=8302295355598633351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8302295355598633351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8302295355598633351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-wish-for-2011.html' title='Christmas wish for 2011'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-2626576021828266762</id><published>2011-12-06T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:53:18.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best of 2 evils</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know..chatterbox 4s or terrible-twos? Honestly, I cannot choose because both are equally bad..hahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the moment, that is what I am and have had to deal with. Although Mini's terrible-two is still kinda bearable to a point where it's not even fair to call it a 'terrible two'. But, she does have her moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me break for a snap shot of her right now :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/6464789413/" title="D7K_5917 by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="D7K_5917" height="331" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7004/6464789413_20d291ecdc.jpg" width="500" /&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;This was taken at Desa Parkcity the weekend evening that Mini got better from her cold/cough/fever. I am telling you, the worst thing since Kim K is a sick child. It's not ever fun when your child is sick. Especially if your child isn't competent in speaking much...yet. But, thank God she's better now. Have been for a while. She even missed her mini concert that weekend. Oh well - there's always next year, which isn't very far away, only 3 more weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/6464796117/" title="D7K_5742 by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="D7K_5742" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7154/6464796117_0c6bd5b2de.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-size: x-small;"&gt;waiting eagerly for father to light up birthday candle. It was hubby's bday.&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;Ash on the other hand is...growing up. Can't believe it but it's definitely happening. This also means more freedom for me. More ME time for me. More headache I am sure. A different kind of headache, but a headache nevertheless.&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, before I even talk about next year, I shall savour every bit of what's left &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; year. Plenty to be proud of, plenty to be sad about and definitely, plenty to have nothing but a good laugh at. Even though, i am simply a stay-at-home mom without the excess office baggage to carry with me, the year has not been without it's drama and significance. Oh yea, we still get those....just packaged slightly different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, with all the sugar n spice, will I be ready for "them" another year? I'll say - Bring it on!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7197107563089153691-2626576021828266762?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/2626576021828266762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=2626576021828266762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2626576021828266762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2626576021828266762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-of-2-evils.html' title='the best of 2 evils'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-1542970423115181172</id><published>2011-11-25T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:18:34.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and Black Friday shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just yesterday, a Facebook friend gave thanks to those around her i.e her family and dear friends. And then, she wished everyone Happy Thanksgiving. Then, I remembered : Black Friday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK..it's not that I think that Thanksgiving should be disregarded or labeled "unimportant" but you shouldn't be thankful only on that day. You should be grateful everyday of our lives. I am truly. And that is why (and how) Black Friday shopping is the ultimate thing to do starting NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait for the virtual doors to open for me to spend my hard earned money from Paypal. heheh...Give me a break la, I have been diligently saving and since I have not a chance to venture to the US, I'll do some virtual shopping for now. Besides, there are plenty of things that I need in my life right now. For instance, a new video camera would be nice esp for recording the girls' daily antics. One that allows me to plug it straight onto my tv instead of us having to &lt;a href="http://www.bestvideodownloader.com/"&gt;download video&lt;/a&gt;s onto my computer.&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;Apart from that, plenty to do during the hols. Get my home spruced up for Christmas. Put the tree up for instance. We were advised to put it up as ASAP (like right now) because 1 month goes by very quickly. So, yes, we will do it this weekend. The next thing, is to get the presents. I plan on "making" the female adult presents and buy the rest..hehe. Oh, don't ask. I'll give you a hint though : not enough time.&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 you see, time is of the essence here. Seriously lacking in that department and I seriously need to get my butt moving. Ciao time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-1542970423115181172?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/1542970423115181172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=1542970423115181172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1542970423115181172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1542970423115181172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-and-black-friday-shopping.html' title='Thanksgiving and Black Friday shopping'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-6193200051114854998</id><published>2011-11-12T07:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T07:50:45.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all dressed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever since being a SAHM, which is coming close to 6 years now, I have been slacking on myself. I mean, I hardly dress up. Don't talk about putting on make-up or even accessorize. First of all, it does save me some $$ for not having to buy these extras. Secondly, even if I didn't want to save and I still end up buying, where am I going to wear them to? Not as if I get to go out on a daily basis or at nights. By 9pm, I am usually exhausted to the bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, it's nice to dress up once in a while, ain't it? It's nice to have that pair of heels, get eyelash extensions from &lt;a href="http://eyelashgrowthproducts.co/"&gt;eyelashgrowthproducts.co&lt;/a&gt; and not forgetting, that little black dress. Ah...nothing like a perk-me-up to liven up an otherwise boring day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-6193200051114854998?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/6193200051114854998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=6193200051114854998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6193200051114854998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6193200051114854998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-dressed-up.html' title='all dressed up'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-1378369016970726631</id><published>2011-11-11T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T17:05:22.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a lil update : We have been sick the past couple of weeks. More specifically, Mini and I. It started off with Mini having fever, then spiraled into a full blown cough and cold. Needless to say, I also got the whole enchilada.&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;But, we are better now. THANK GOD! I hate being sick simply because I cannot afford to be sick. Even though Ash volunteered to take care of us (bless her little soul)...nah, I still cannot get sick. It's not even an option, it's mandatory. No fun being a mom, ya!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, anyway, speaking of Ash, before chowing down her lunch, she said a little prayer for her friend at school today. It's something they do at her school and because her class is a really small class (all 10 of them in total), they are pretty close. And the teacher always tells them whenever any of their classmate is sick or unwell, and she'll get the class to pray for him/her. Nice right?!&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 not if she understands what praying means, what prayer means...or for her, this is just novelty because we don't go to church. Ash is the only kid whose parents aren't church-goers. And, no, we don't have a problem with her doing the praying thing, saying grace before meals (she does that sometimes). We don't stop her. Whatever it is, it's good for her spiritually, if you think about it. It's always good to have faith or believe in spirituality.&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;All that will change next year for Ash. She will be going to a different school, have new friends, new environment, new teacher(s). I really like where she's going to right now but you know, it's time to move on. She knows she'll be going to a new school (and she's pretty excited about it!) but I don't think it has dawned upon her that her friends will not be coming along and that she'll be doing this all on her own. I am nervous for her. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; need a prayer. &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;Whatever the year holds for her, the only thing that will remain constant is that she can always count on her prayers. Even now, I always tell her that whenever she's unhappy or scared, she should pray and she does. It's the one thing that no one can take away from her. I am happy she's doing it too.&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;p.s : Me blabbering on and on. Lots to update but I have forgotten half of what I had initially want to say. That's the problem when you hold off for far too long and when you try to backtrack, it's not an easy task.&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;Besides, I am still not used to the school run. I am hoping for more time during the school hols even if the kids are with me 24/7. Still, I get to save so much time from being on the road. Road kills I tell ya!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-1378369016970726631?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/1378369016970726631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=1378369016970726631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1378369016970726631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1378369016970726631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/11/praying-for-others.html' title='Praying for others'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-8445115858258817987</id><published>2011-10-26T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T12:09:13.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you teach your toddler to read?</title><content type='html'>At this stage, Ash only knows her ABCs. She knows them inside out, and even the sound each one makes. Super achievement right for a 4 and half year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part is a little tricky because she's supposed to blend those letters together to form a word. For instance, BUM. B-U-M. She knows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B = Buhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U = uuhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, something like that la. &amp;nbsp;She knows the sounds invidividually, but she has problems blending the sounds together to make BUM. She gets it sometimes, and she doesn't get it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does she do? Is it because she doesn't get enough practice? If I get to to repeat, she almost looks at the words from memory rather than understand the proper way to read. Because, if she has mastered the art of blending, she can read almost any word right? Including something as obscure as &lt;a href="http://www.omnea.com/"&gt;Omnia&lt;/a&gt; or BUTT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it hasn't come together for her yet? Gosh, I wonder how she's gong to survive in Primary 1. From what I heard, it's alot tougher than in our days where in Std I, we were still doing the ABCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing - she doesn't know simple additions like 1 + 1. I am so dead!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-8445115858258817987?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/8445115858258817987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=8445115858258817987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8445115858258817987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8445115858258817987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-do-you-teach-your-toddler-to-read.html' title='how do you teach your toddler to read?'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-6606714670704462385</id><published>2011-10-21T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:12:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Iphone 4s</title><content type='html'>Anyone getting the Iphone 4s? I know -- no Iphone 5. What a bummer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you read about the crazy people doing some ritual with the hope of bringing Steve Jobs back to life?&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you kidding me&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am telling you, there are really weird people living on the same planet as you and I, even though, clearly, they belong somewhere else. Seriously...SERIOUSLY?? Is that even necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they are at it -- do you think they could get some numbers so I can buy myself TOTO tomorrow. If I strike a million bucks, I promise I won't ever make fun of you. I will even get you mega cuteness Made in Korea &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?category=iPhone_cases&amp;amp;language=en-CA"&gt;iphone case&lt;/a&gt;. Truly..no lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-6606714670704462385?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/6606714670704462385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=6606714670704462385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6606714670704462385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6606714670704462385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-iphone-4s.html' title='The new Iphone 4s'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3598355818329636285</id><published>2011-10-21T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:04:09.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream house</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a dream house. Mine is one that would over-look the vast ocean. Made of rock solid oak wood with white full length windows. Lots of natural light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to swim and I want a house by the sea. Am I nuts or what?? Yeah, the novelty of it...plus, when you watch too much re-runs like Lethal Weapon, you are bound to have crazy dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it -- if I watched too much Men in Black, my dream home would comprised of stone cold alien-like &lt;a href="http://www.crownsteelbuildings.ca/"&gt;metal building&lt;/a&gt; situated in the desert somewhere in Nevada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I prefer the warm fuzzy feeling or the sound of waves. Then again, I just watched the Day After Tomorrow. I shouldn't be wishing I was living near the sea, now should I?? **gulp**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : Tomorrow's movie - 2012. I must be in my morbid mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3598355818329636285?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3598355818329636285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3598355818329636285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3598355818329636285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3598355818329636285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-dream-house.html' title='My dream house'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-2737134613802365033</id><published>2011-10-07T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:13:38.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If my girl had it her way, she'd want to be Cinderella...F.O.R.E.V.E.R and ever and ever...it will truly be a never ending story. It has got to a point where she'd get really pissed if she's not addressed as Cinderella. If she could drive, she'd drive herself all the way to the JPN office to get her name changed on her MYKID and birth cert. She has denounce all that is her state, culture, religion, being....to be the girl with the glass slipper. Oh, yes, she wants 'yellow' hair. Not satisfied that her skin is quite da yellow but no, she wants the yellow canary on her head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, when I told her that Cinderella had to do the washing, cleaning, make coffee for the parents in the morning, feed the animals, feed the birds and sing whilst doing all that. She retorted by saying "Oh, but I am SMALL Cinderella". My best guess is that SMALL Cinderella is exempted from doing all the house chores. "&lt;i&gt;Tough luck lil one, cos however "small or big", Cinderella will have to clock in the hours..to qualify&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;as&amp;nbsp;Cinderella"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's still pretty hard-headed about wanting to be Cinderella; a phase which I hope it will pass...quickly. I mean, all the boys are scared of her because all she wants to do is make them dance the waltz with her. Can you imagine the look on all the scared lil Ben10 faces?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, better than being anything else. I mean, at age 8, my sister thought she was a dog. Yeah, no kidding. Besides, if she practice good, Ash may get hired by Disneyland. It certainly beats &lt;a href="http://www.healthcarejobsite.com/jobsearch/healthcare/physicians-surgeons/default.asp?job=coroner"&gt;Coroner Jobs&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;she may have contemplating on undertaking in the future. So, if it is Disney and their Fairy Tales, I am all up for it. Oh, and they must pay well too. Otherwise, no point &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;.&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;ps : A heavy weekend awaits us : a charity event, a wedding, Big Bad Wolf sale (hubby went "what on earth is BBW? No, he's not a avid reader. Neither am I but 70% to 90% discount on books - not reader also must kepoh. Apart from that, good time to get workbooks for nephew and the girls).&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;pss : So have a good weekend all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-2737134613802365033?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/2737134613802365033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=2737134613802365033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2737134613802365033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2737134613802365033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/10/cinderella-forever.html' title='Cinderella forever'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-8508810553079816176</id><published>2011-10-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T00:00:05.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an easy meal for busy moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a hardcore advocate for easy meals. Don't ask me to slave in the kitchen. Of course, that is, if I had it my way -- everyday will consist of bread, butter and jam. Or if I could, just pop pills. If only...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, today, I was on the road a lot. &lt;i&gt;What's new&lt;/i&gt;? I dropped Mini off with my in laws immediately after picking Ash up from school. The weather turned nasty. Not to mentioned I was late reaching Ash's school much thanks to...oh, I don't know...endless roadworks. &lt;i&gt;Give the tar a rest will ya&lt;/i&gt;!! OK, I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had originally planned on having lunch at 1U and to go home after for some zzzz. But, like I said, bad weather and as I was approaching SS2, it poured cats and dogs. Can you believe it? I asked Ash if she was hungry and she gave me her usual reply of "NO". (&lt;i&gt;this girl don't know how to be hungry one&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I thought, just ditch the 1U idea, go home and whip up something simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thoughts of "what's in the freezer" ran through my mind as I try to maneuver my car out of the freaking traffic. Then, I narrowed it down to minced pork and the mah yau fillets which my mom got for me last Sunday. I finally decided on the fish and came up with an entirely new recipe (for me that is).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here goes :..oh, before this, no pics cos too hungry and more accurately, not very photo-worthy...hehhe..but who cares...as long as it was gastronomically-worthy.&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;Ok, and I am not particularly good at writing out recipes but, here goes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What you need :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. garlic (slice or diced, entirely up to you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. tomatoes (diced) or if you prefer chunky ones, get cherry tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. baby spinach (optional - only if you have them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. fillet o' fish. any type will do, just remove bones and keep skin (for the&lt;i&gt; heong-ness&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. pasta, preferably spaghetti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Tean's crispy prawn chili (I usually keep a bottle in the fridge for..for..just in case)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Salt and Pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cooking time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. For the adults, rub salt and the crispy prawn chili all over the fish. For the kids, you just do the usual salt and pepper rub..slightly. Set aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. You would've spaghetti in boiling water by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Heat up pan. Pour olive oil. Sautee fish, skin side first. For I guess a couple of minutes in total for both sides. Not too long as you don't want your fish to burn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Take fish out. With remaining oil (or add more if you like your pasta dripping with oil), sautee the garlic and tomatoes for a wee bit to get the flavour. Then, toss the noodles in. After stir-frying for a bit, throw in the fish. Breaking the fish into pieces as you mix them together on low heat.&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;5. Lastly, put in your baby spinach. Be careful not to over-cook the vege. A dash of fish sauce and lemon juice. A mix and a stir and you are done.&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;It won't take you more than 15 minutes tops. That is considering you prepare everything from scratch. You can save even more time if you had marinate the fish as well as prepared the other stuff before leaving the house. Of which I did not do.&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, no fuss, no need to cook in advance. Kind of like an Aglio Olio meets fish-spinach-tomato dish. Simple and easy - that's my motto!.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-8508810553079816176?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/8508810553079816176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=8508810553079816176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8508810553079816176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8508810553079816176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/10/easy-meal-for-busy-moms.html' title='an easy meal for busy moms'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3384307443552326857</id><published>2011-09-30T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T08:22:07.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the girl with a golden heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Saturday night, I went to grab Ramlee burger. If you know the best Ramlee in town, it would have to be the one at Seapark. It is truly and amazingly delicious. Not sure if the 2 whom I also bought for had the same sentiments because by the time we ate our burgers, it was soggy, wet, cold...just not the same when having it just out of the pan. I am chinese like that. Nevertheless, we ended up with cold burgers, chatime (who does not love Chatime?) and &lt;a href="http://www.cigarmonster.com/"&gt;cigars&lt;/a&gt;.&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, anyway, what happened was, if you know Seapark, it's quite an old PJ town. The shophouses, the homes all have a distinct 70's look to them. But, I love Seapark more for the food. How can you not love the food? The old uncles and aunties who continue to feed us with their secret recipes..they are to die for. I mean, TO.DIE.FOR. OK la, I've been told I am such an old china-apek. Can't blame me when it's a place I grew in, a place I used to frequent and wait endlessly for my mom to finish her marketing every SUnday. How I hate the wet market. I still do actually.&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;Oh dear, but I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hubby parked his car in the opposite direction of where the Ramlee station was because we were on our way home from the in-laws place. He got out to grab 3 Ramlee Daging Special for me whilst I stayed in the car with the girls. Mini slept cos she was super tired but not Ash, she was as chatty as ever, asking me a thousand whys. I am telling you, I feel like being on the phone with a Japanese customer -- by the 5th WHY, you'll start peeing in your pants (or panties).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After about..oh, I don't know, the 50th why, Ash spotted a man rummaging through garbage right in front of our car. He was about 50-ish, had a torn but pretty clean white shirt and black knee-length shorts. He held a plastic bag in one hand while the other was free to search for more...err..rubbish?. He went through one trash can after another and another and eventually, pushed opened the glass door into public bank..hahah...sanitize your hand if u are a customer/employee at that branch.&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;The whole scene must've gotten the curious side of Ash and she started to ask me why. Here's how our conversation went :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : Mommy, why the uncle (see..she's even polite to call him uncle when society deems such people as trash) doing with the rubbish.&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;Me : Oh, because the uncle is searching for food. He's hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : Rubbish got no food. Just rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : Because uncle have no money to buy food. Those people cannot finish their food, throw in the rubbish then the uncle pick it up to eat lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : Oh...but but..I will help uncle.&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;Me : How can you help the uncle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : I will give the moneys.&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;Me : Where are you going to find all the moneys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : There...the coins. I will give all the coins to the uncle. Then uncle will love me (she associates love with gratitude, thankful, acknowledgement of good deeds..not love, &lt;i&gt;love kind of love)&lt;/i&gt;. Because I am a brave girl Mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : That's very sweet of you honey. Yes, uncle will be very grateful (I didn't say love because well, he is after all very much older than her and he just went through trash) and you are really a brave girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that was the end of it because the father came back to the car and I quickly asked her to tell her father what she saw in case she seriously wanted to get down to pass the uncle some cash. We drove off and that was that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, it was really really thoughtful of her. She's really sweet my girl. Can be annoying but sweet, kind and compassionate. So proud of her we are...and blessed that she's got such a good head on her shoulders and a truly a golden heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3384307443552326857?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3384307443552326857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3384307443552326857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3384307443552326857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3384307443552326857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/09/girl-with-golden-heart.html' title='the girl with a golden heart'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5399568481487311648</id><published>2011-09-21T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:16:42.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a post with no title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've just had one of "those" days. You know, those days where you feel absolute crappy and trapped and trying to get out of the hell-hole you're in. You know, one of those days.&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;Oh, you've never had those days before? Well..good for you. I sure have them plenty lot. Not everyday, just possibly if you want to quantify it -- once a month. Especially during/after/before aunt flo drops by for a visit. I don't know, I mean, ever since having kids, my hormones have gone mad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I try to be positive, think positive and smell the roses..&lt;i&gt;what roses&lt;/i&gt;? Those in my house are either fake plastic or possibly dying from mal-nurtition. Many already died. So, no more flowery plants. God knows I don't have green fingers. The only one who pots away is dear hubby, and to a certain extent, my lovely neighbour who cares too much to let living things just rot away. She's taken over as our plants' care provider. Bless her indeed.&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;OK..where was I? Yeah, so, positive..positive chants. Frankly, they don't work. Really. But, what does it for me mostly is my 6 year old niece. When I think of her, I will slap myself silly (not in an erotic way, you guys), and wake up in an instant because other people have 'real' problems. I am just whinning away. Real people with real problems.&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;My niece, she's autistic. You won't know it if you look at her but she is. The sad truth is, she may remain this way for a very very long time. It's hard as it is raising normal kids. I mean, we all parents can testify to that. How many of us threatened to throw our kids to the bin when they were naughty? We don't mean it of course, but you know, we have that thought. So, imagine having to deal with a special child, day in- day out, not having any help i.e a maid, and feeling so drained out mentally and physically because she will never understand. It's tough x 1000-times. It's really hard on the parents who not only has to deal with her but her brother who is a 100% normal. How do you balance that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are not alone, I am certain. If you read the newspaper, or have a colleague, you will realise that many are actually having to carry this gigantum weight on their shoulders. And, boy, it.is.heavy.&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;Whenever I think about them, I snap out of my childish thoughts immediately. Pronto. It's enough to make me wake -up and clean the house (not with glee...but just less resentment). Then, when I am actively doing something, my mind usually stay focus and most unhealthy thoughts will slowly disappear. And then, it's another day.&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;This post isn't going anywhere. It's easy to complain when we don't have to deal with difficulties. But, it's certainly another when we are burdened with them. Am I making any sense? Apologies if I am not. I am merely spewing out random incoherent meaningless thoughts. I will return with more...err...normal posts I guess..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-5399568481487311648?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5399568481487311648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5399568481487311648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5399568481487311648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5399568481487311648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/09/post-with-no-title.html' title='a post with no title'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3679631054620092957</id><published>2011-09-18T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T12:27:02.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exercise for moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart from housework, moms need some form of exercise to keep fit and healthy. We need all the energy that we can muster especially dealing with children and the house. Believe me, it's far more exhausting than sitting in an office and staring at the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the more effective and easier form of exercise is taking a nice morning stroll. Or if you're younger and have more energy to burn, running may be more suitable for you. Or if you have energy and money to burn, join a gym or yoga classes. Much more fun to exercise with nice funky yoga outfits, and apparatus such as&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sunshineyoga.com/yoga-blocks.html"&gt;yoga blocks&lt;/a&gt;. It's definitely a reason to work up a sweat if you ask me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3679631054620092957?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3679631054620092957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3679631054620092957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3679631054620092957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3679631054620092957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/09/exercise-for-moms.html' title='exercise for moms'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-4956715549844523282</id><published>2011-09-09T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T02:16:08.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 year plan</title><content type='html'>So..have you ever planned anything to happen way way waaaayyyy in the future? Even my wedding I only planned it within 6 months. The only thing that took more than 6 months was having kids. Other than that, a 5 year or more plan has never happened to me. Maybe except when I was in Std 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, how in those days, pre-UPSR days, we had the Penilaian (Assessment) exam in Std 5. I never really wondered why STd 5 and not Std 6. If it was in Std 6, I would've skipped it all together cos my family went away to the US for a year++. &lt;i&gt;What's your point? &lt;/i&gt;I have one - just bear with me. After the Penilaian exams, it was literally honeymoon. I mean, teachers weren't teaching. They were in class, but just allowed us to do what we wanted, which was essentially to play. We would bring games to school. I remembered a couple of kids in my class on an impromptu basis, acted out a scene from Mind Your Language. Take a wild guess which character I took on? hahahha. It was hilarious. People from other classes started peering into our classrooms from the outside, wondering what the heck we were up to. They stood to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I DO have a point. I will come to it shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea of how 'free' we were after those exams. Free but still had to compulsorily attend school. More like forced to attend. My friends and I, the 3 of us - possibly bored out of our minds - made a pact that when we grow up, we would live together in an apartment like Three's A Company. And I was to become a kindergarten teacher (oh, how thankful I am it was only a short term fantasy), another would be in the police force and..I can't remember what my other friend wanted to do. But, oh, we had these dreams. We were so serious that to avoid any sort of conflict, we divided house-chores amongst us. I wonder who's been keeping that chore list. We definitely had plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was the longest I have ever planned for anything. As you know, none of anything materialised. As a matter of fact, after I returned from the US, all of us went separate ways, had different set of friends, were in different classes. Until now, I have no idea where and what they are doing. Perhaps I should start searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I had a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the 5-year plan. In 5 years, there's this plan to take a trip to Italy. Yea, we want to do the whole "Eat"-thing. Do what the Italians do, or at least try to. Rome would be stunning, Milan would be fashionable, Venice would be magical and Florence....Florence is my old neighbour from my mom's house. Sounds like a P.L.A.N, don't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, before this P.L.A.N comes to life, I need to save every penny I have. Eat bread everyday (I can always have good food later in Italy), stop splurging on RM200 pair of shoes, scour religiously for  &lt;a href="http://www.personalcreationscoupons.com/"&gt;free online coupons&lt;/a&gt;...you know, just about ANYTHING to be able to get myself on that plane. 5 years is a long time to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, sounds like a Plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : it's 2 in the AM. Serena's on court and I can't sleep with Wilson Philips' Hold On constantly ringing in my head. Lovely song :-).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-4956715549844523282?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/4956715549844523282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=4956715549844523282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/4956715549844523282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/4956715549844523282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/09/5-year-plan.html' title='5 year plan'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3454002623849302518</id><published>2011-09-01T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:22:53.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's new interface</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am still not used to this new interface on Blogger. It feels strange typing out my blog posts. But, I am sure - as with all things - I will get used to it eventually. Just hoping that I do not lose any of my blog posts or information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On to something else : Mini's been yakking quite a bit. She has now gone to the extent of saying "Go away..". Oh dear..did she pick it up from us when we tell her to go away when we don't want to be disturbed? Bad bad influence!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's thursday and it's the last day of our long holidays. Hubby's going back to work tomorrow even if it's only just for 1 day. Since he's been home, we have done quite a few things around the house. We've changed our filter water cartridge for one. We threw away old bottles and junk. According to he, our mini backyard is cluttered with too much junk. Then, just a couple of things here and there...basically spring clean and repaired the &lt;a href="http://www.cleanairgardening.com/outdoor-thermometers.html"&gt;outdoor thermometer&lt;/a&gt;. Am I happy with the results? yes yes...of course..hehhe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to the grind next week. Back to cooking. Back to the school run. Back to the kids' activities. It's a good thing I am still standing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7197107563089153691-3454002623849302518?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3454002623849302518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3454002623849302518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3454002623849302518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3454002623849302518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/09/bloggers-new-interface.html' title='Blogger&apos;s new interface'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-945664448948594086</id><published>2011-09-01T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T01:56:30.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the kid who can't wait to grow up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash is 4. In fact, according to my "Indian calculation", she's actually 4 and a half. That's what we think or assume to be the case. But, not her. She claims that she's not 4, but 7. &lt;i&gt;Huh&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;As much as I like her to be 7 because that could mean that hubby and I can retire earlier than scheduled. She can start doing heavy-duty house chores like fixing the &lt;a href="http://www.wegotpumps.com/"&gt;water pumps&lt;/a&gt; for instance. But, in truth, we don't really want her to grow up too quickly. HUbby and I were just saying how big she's grown and how much of her baby-hood that we've forgotten or slowly forgetting. You know, things like when did she start walking, when she said her first word. I have been a lazy mom and did not journal her milestones as diligently as I should have. I have photos but not enough taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And, I feel I am starting to slack off with Mini in terms of taking photos of her too. I am usually so so zoned out everyday that the only thing I want to do is plop myself on the couch and stare blindly at the tv. Or read my chic lit. I don't know...it could be the age thing. Or...pure laziness..I think it's more of the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-945664448948594086?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/945664448948594086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=945664448948594086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/945664448948594086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/945664448948594086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/09/kid-who-cant-wait-to-grow-up.html' title='the kid who can&apos;t wait to grow up...'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-1019050284348380930</id><published>2011-09-01T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T01:33:16.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on being sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash has not been well for the past 2 weeks. She had the sniffles first. Then, because she's such a light sleeper, her sleep was interrupted by stuffy nose and such. After that, sniffles turned into cough. Cough and cough, and cough. The worst is during the night-time. Sooo...what to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She definitely got it from school. And the cough is/was from her runny nose. In that 2 weeks, she saw the paed twice. The most recent was just this Monday. I told her doc that her cough has definitely worsened. Plus, she refused to eat. She's been off food for the past 2 weeks, and possibly the weeks before ever since her vomit episode. She hasn't been the same since. It didn't help that as soon as she recovered from her bout of bug infection, she welcomed another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, her paed prescribed antibiotics as a last resort and no matter how much I try to avoid giving her antibiotics, this time, I gave in. I told the doc "&lt;i&gt;please...anything&lt;/i&gt;". As soon as she took 1 dose, immediately her cough lessened. Immediately. Even though after the 2nd day, she was visibly better, she has to complete the course. 5 days that she has to take it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School's about to start. I definitely want her to get well and go back to school on a regular basis (she's been skipping classes alot lately). Besides, this classmate of hers cannot sleep, eat nor function without her (OK..I may seem to be exaggerating here but trust me, this girl sticks to Ash like bee to honey). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-1019050284348380930?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/1019050284348380930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=1019050284348380930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1019050284348380930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1019050284348380930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-being-sick.html' title='on being sick'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-670768049595089228</id><published>2011-08-19T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T12:01:03.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini...again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/6057932078/" title="mini by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6183/6057932078_aa980ae993.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="mini" /&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: justify;"&gt;Mini : **pushing her sister's 3-wheeler scooter**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : Hey mimi, where are you going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mini :  Shopping **matter-of-factly** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Weekend!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps : not the most appropriate photo but, just she looks really cheeky here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-670768049595089228?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/670768049595089228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=670768049595089228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/670768049595089228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/670768049595089228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/08/miniagain.html' title='Mini...again'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6183/6057932078_aa980ae993_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-1287712432413941692</id><published>2011-08-13T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T09:10:35.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new Mini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/6037079302/" title="mini by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6078/6037079302_7c27faea73.jpg" width="287" height="500" alt="mini" /&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: justify;"&gt;At 2 years and 3 months, don't you think she looks uber cool??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember she had the cut-your-own-hair event happening a while back? This is the result of that. We had to chop off the sides, and hence, the pixie look. I was crying when her hair was cut. I mean, I was definitely not used to her looking like a 'boy'. But, oh, MIL was happiest. She was never fond of me keeping the girls' hair long anyways. And her version of "long" goes as far as a bob cut. I know!! She has no idea exactly what "long hair" means and looks like. But, Mini's new do certainly made her dance the tango. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, this shot was taken on the boat ride to begin our unforgettable time at Pangkor Laut. The last time Mini went on this boat ride was when I carried her in my belly. This time, she experienced it live with the wind in her hair, the bumpy ride, the sea water beneath our feet and her &lt;a href="http://www.nineapair.com/"&gt;cheap sunglasses&lt;/a&gt;. Lovely, ain't it??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-1287712432413941692?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/1287712432413941692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=1287712432413941692&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1287712432413941692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1287712432413941692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-mini.html' title='the new Mini'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6078/6037079302_7c27faea73_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3991383800546086846</id><published>2011-08-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T00:00:01.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>latest - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A continuation from earlier posting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, hubby got better. No more throwing up. But, aches and pain from internal muscles aggravation. And, tired and weak from not having enough food and lack of sleep/rest. He took 2 days to recover and the weekend was approaching. Hurrah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NOT! That Saturday morning (make that 3am!!), mini decided to do a little throwing up of her own. She got up, with vomit all over her, the cot..it was disgusting. The last thing hubby ever thought he'd be doing after cleaning up his own vomit, was to clean up someone else's (vomit). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We cleaned her, threw her pjs away and the bed-sheet as well. Surprisingly, Ash slept right through the commotion. Most would call pig. She was, just oblivious to all and in deep slumber. She would've been the last person on earth to have such deep sleep because unlike me, she and hubby have similar sleeping patterns in that they are both very light sleeper. So, her not waking up with Mini crying and us going in and out of the room, room lights all switched on, windows also opened - was indeed a revelation. But, in the next couple of days, we found out why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, anyway, Mini not only threw up once, she threw up again after her milk. **oh-oh!!** This time, her vomit found my shirt. **double oh-oh!!**. I must say that through the years I've been a mom, this was the worst throwing up session...EVER. Guess it had to happen someday, right? We had hardly any sleep before the break of dawn and before you know it, we scooted everyone off to the paed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The doc concluded Mini's condition to be a bug infection, possibly from hubby. She gave Mini tons of meds. And we scooted home. Mini stopped vomiting. COndition better? - or so we thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That night, it was Ash started; she threw up her dinner. Every bite she took, she threw up. Oh man, don't they give you a break? I guess not. It was her turn. Then, we gave her Mini's meds. Then, she refused to eat or go to the toilet. Then, Mini started her "&lt;i&gt;lau sai&lt;/i&gt;"..many many times. I tell you, strike lottery also not so ngam!&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 truly round the clock washing, cleaning...more washing and cleaning...endless meds feeding....extremely clingy, whinny and cranky toddler and kid. It was only after the 3rd day that all of this stopped. Hubby had no time to recover, even if he did feel remotely unwell, I wouldn't have the energy nor the mental capacity to deal with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No worries, that was about a week and a half ago, and thank God everyone's all better now. I am glad I didn't have to go through it for if I had, I probably would have just slept in the toilet because I was so exhausted from simply cleaning and washing. Not to mention the cooking. Speaking about cooking, when the kids got better, I told them I was still gonna make porridge for them and both of them, in unison, yelled "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!". Poor things had no real food to eat for at least 5 days. If it wasn't porridge, it was bland soupy noodles. Even the soy milk we bought for them (because they couldn't take their usual milk), they only took 2 oz despite being super duper hungry.  &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 really sad seeing them not in their best of health. I mean, the day they got better, we decided to take them out to the bookstore. Although happy at the prospect of going out, they didn't fare very well. They were weak from the ordeal and Ash kept wanting us to push her on the stroller as every 5 minutes walk tired her out. Mini was also super cranky, kept wanting to be carried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It took a couple of days before they regained their strength. The day they both started their monkey climb on the front door grill (to greet their father), was the day I &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; they were back...100% :-). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3991383800546086846?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3991383800546086846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3991383800546086846&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3991383800546086846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3991383800546086846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/08/latest-part-2.html' title='latest - Part 2'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-4692475048314077280</id><published>2011-08-07T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:52:24.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>latest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How long have I been absent from this blog? Oh, I don't know - I have lost count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, to quickly re-cap : we did go away for a very short 3D/2N trip to Pangkor Laut. Yea, this is the 2nd time we've been there but, it really is a beautiful place to be. You're away from everything and everyone. Got the feeling of being on Fantasy Island at times.  Plus, we had gorgeous gorgeous weather for all 3 days that we were there. Wished we had a &lt;a href="http://www.azchampion.com/"&gt;mobile home&lt;/a&gt; to drive around the island with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, we didn't enjoy much because hubby fell sick the very next day after we arrived. He threw up the entire day and only got better the morning we were about to leave. Arrgghhh...The doctor was so worried (with all due respect but to me, he was just on a perpetual vacation rather than truly helping people), that he kept pushing and insisting on admitting hubby to the hospital at Pangkor Island itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many questions : will he survive the boat ride? Do we go with him? If we did, me with 2 very young kids, where will we be staying? some cheap hotel at a pekan somewhere? is the hospital good? will they be able to treat and look after him? HOnestly, never felt more stranded in my whole life. But, the doc was so adamant in getting him admitted that I got confused and unsure myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end, I asked hubby what he wanted and he just said he'd rather wait it out, through the night. He survived on 100++ and bits of plain bread. Even then, he would throw up every 15 minutes. It was a very very long night for the both of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was that. He got better when we got home. We drove so I had to drive on our leg home. I would've literally kissed the ground we walked on at our front gate but all I wanted was a nice shower and some sleep. My parents brought over dinner, helped with the kids and we all slept like a baby that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a way to spend a weekend getaway huh? Well, like they always say -- shit happens. And..so it did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s : this is just Part 1 of what has happened in the past couple of weeks. I'll write about Part 2 next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-4692475048314077280?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/4692475048314077280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=4692475048314077280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/4692475048314077280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/4692475048314077280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/08/latest.html' title='latest'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-2104739194538876260</id><published>2011-07-17T09:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:28:12.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new cupboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We got the girls a new clothes cupboard for them a couple of weeks ago. Finally. Their dresser threatened to give way a few times. So we figured that we should get them something else to house all of Ash's princess dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We got the standard issue white colour from Ikea. The cheapest possible. The girls won't know the difference. Besides, it compliments the dresser. I have contemplated painting it over with...oh, I don't know, pink or light lavender for example. I haven't got around to do it yet though. Naturally, hubby rolled his eyes when the painting idea was suggested. I can understand his predicament - he'd have to do the painting! hehhehe. I know he'd much rather be spending his time looking at tech related items such as handphones, stereo systems, or even just looking for &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=notebook_battery"&gt;toshiba laptops batteries&lt;/a&gt;. I can never understand men, but just as how men can never understand why our nail polish needs the colour of our shoes. t&lt;i&gt;ouché&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We'll see how I go in the next few days. I might just ditch the idea altogether. Who knows?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-2104739194538876260?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/2104739194538876260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=2104739194538876260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2104739194538876260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2104739194538876260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-cupboard.html' title='new cupboard'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3140834071356003420</id><published>2011-07-17T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:45:03.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first half of the year has gone. It's time now to start sorting out the files at home. Chuck away unwanted papers or documents. Collate them and file them away. Yeah, I tend to do that only half yearly. I don't do it as often as I should in fact. I'm not sure why but it's been a habit. Possibly a bad habit because I'm not as efficient as I should be. But, nevertheless, the job gets done and by the year end, we throw everything out. hehehhe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know about you, but there are tons and tons of papers around the house. SOme important, while most are plain nuisance. That is why I love &lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/annuities/"&gt;www.wholesaleinsurance.net&lt;/a&gt;. They make everything so easily accessible and so convenient for the masses. What will I do without them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3140834071356003420?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3140834071356003420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3140834071356003420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3140834071356003420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3140834071356003420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/07/spring-cleaning.html' title='spring cleaning'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-8721811841427366036</id><published>2011-07-17T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:35:05.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the tyre shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We spent a good part of the afternoon at the tyre shop. We had to change all 4 of my car tyres since all were worn out. If we waited any longer to get new ones, I might just skid off the road one fine rainy day. That can't possibly be good news seeing how I ferry the girls daily up and down PJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess where we ended up going just to have my tyre fix? KLANG!!! Would you believe it? Apparently, there's this tyre shop in Klang selling cheap tyres. Well, according to hubby, cheaper than the KL or PJ rates. When we finally got there, I don't think it was really significantly cheaper. I think hubby got conned! WHat's worst is, after removing all but the final tyre, they discovered the rims were damaged. Geez!! Then, we had to change the rims as well. All our budget for the car were blown on one single afternoon. Plus we had to wait an extra 45 mins just to get everything done. And, not to mention all the driving home afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People always asks me what I do on a Saturday afternoon when the girls go to their granny's house. Well, wonder no more, errands such as this really eats up every hour of our free time. If it isn't the tyres, it must be getting something fixed in the house or get something for the house. Before you know it, it's time to head back to granny's house. You know, I am just glad it wasn't a &lt;a href="http://www.goodsamesp.com/"&gt;motorhome repair&lt;/a&gt; that we had to get done today. *phew*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-8721811841427366036?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/8721811841427366036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=8721811841427366036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8721811841427366036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8721811841427366036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/07/at-tyre-shop.html' title='at the tyre shop'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-8926902703728979019</id><published>2011-07-14T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:25:07.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a house full of cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will tell you now, cats aren't my thing. They can be cute and all but a little scary at times. In fact, most of the times. The way they stare at you. It must be the eyes, I tell you. Gives me the chill down my spine overtime I come face to face with a cat. Kittens are fine though - less scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday, I had the privilege of visiting a home filled with cats. 15 to be exact. They are...were..all over the place. On the couch, under the bed, on the shelves...at every nook and corner. Even some strays came in to join in the feeding times. It was the most bizarre experience I've ever had. For a moment there, I imagined being knocked unconscious, smothered by them cats and wake up wearing a cat suit ala Michelle Pfeiffer. Of course, seeing as how I didn't have with me &lt;a href="http://dietpillsthatwork.com/"&gt;Diet pills that work fast&lt;/a&gt;, Catwoman will be slightly different from the movies with bulges here and there. Still, I couldn't help picturing myself with all the cats and just the thought of it made my skin itch and goose-bumped.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll never forget the experience...EVER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-8926902703728979019?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/8926902703728979019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=8926902703728979019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8926902703728979019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8926902703728979019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/07/house-full-of-cats.html' title='a house full of cats'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-2338250354737878523</id><published>2011-07-10T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T11:32:49.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buying for two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were at 1U yesterday evening to have dinner and because hubby needed to get some new work pants. You know, it was unusually quiet around there. Perhaps it was late in the evening where most day shoppers would've gone home for dinner or the cinema-goers were still chomping down their dinner. Either way, it was a good thing for us too because we had 2 extremely cranky kiddos who threatened to send us to the loonies as soon we got into the car. Thank heavens it was a short ride to our destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As soon as we reached, I was hungry but I asked the girls if they wanted to have dinner but Ash said 'no' and Mini was fine as long as hubby carried her. So, we had a walk-about first. The yoga people had their thing going on at the centre of the mall. Ash wanted to walk, so I took Mini with me to M&amp;amp;S. I don't usually shop at M&amp;amp;S because of how expensive their clothes can be but seeing as how they were having sales, I decided to browse. Besides, Ash was busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, hubby and ASh came in and it was hubby's turn to shop. He found what he wanted right there, of all places, M&amp;amp;S. We didn't even have to venture far at all. We only covered the ground floor and that was it. Super right??!! hehhe..of course, since I am such a lousy shopper. All I could think about was my growling tummy and hurried hubby to finish paying and getting the heck out of there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whilst there, the girls wanted me to buy them toys, socks...whatever they could get their hands on. And, they were holding identical pieces. Why? Because what Ash took, Mini took the same. I am telling you, the signs of having to buy-for-2 has started...whether I like it or not. There is no way I can convince Mini to share with her sister because she now wants her own stuff. Only 26 months and she's beginning to demand! In the end, we didn't get them anything. We were not there to shop for them in the first place. We said no, asked them to wave goodbye to whatever they were holding and scooted them off to dinner. You know, if anyone are to be giving us birthday party invites, or &lt;a href="http://www.invitationbox.com/halloween.html"&gt;Halloween party invitations&lt;/a&gt;, they better be giving us 2 separate cards. Also, if you're considering buying them anything, you now have to buy-for-2...it's 2 or none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-2338250354737878523?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/2338250354737878523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=2338250354737878523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2338250354737878523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2338250354737878523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/07/buying-for-two.html' title='buying for two'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-6985056914716941859</id><published>2011-07-05T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T00:00:01.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweaty and sticky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me tell you what happened over the weekend : Ash wants to get married!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She told her parents to get a pumpkin carriage and she wants to go to little boy 1 (next door neighbour's kid) house and get him to be her prince. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I asked her what about little boy 2? (another neighbour's kid). She said "n&lt;i&gt;o. little boy 2 is sweaty and sticky. Little boy 1 is SHINY..&lt;/i&gt;" Couldn't help by laughed out loud. Obviously, my little princess wasn't too pleased with me laughing at her. But seriously...Shiny? How did she come up with him being shiny in the first place? Did he put wax all over his body? Whatever it is, I guess she digs shiny boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh my dear Princess Ash, &lt;b&gt;all &lt;/b&gt;boys are sweaty and sticky&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;p.s : This is all hubby's fault. He read her the Princess and the Frog story about marriage and all. I am ok with Ash marrying or wanting to get married, it's just worrying him that's all. &lt;i&gt;Great job hubby, just great&lt;/i&gt;..heheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-6985056914716941859?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/6985056914716941859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=6985056914716941859&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6985056914716941859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6985056914716941859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/07/sweaty-and-sticky.html' title='sweaty and sticky'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-8755818502122205084</id><published>2011-06-23T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:00:08.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>children's game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wouldn't say Ash is tech savvy. Well, not as savvy as some kids I know. I was told that even a 2 year old knows how to play games on the Ipad. &lt;i&gt;Huh? Seriously? &lt;/i&gt;Maybe la&lt;i&gt;.&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;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Anyway, the only computer games or technology related games that Ash knows are the ones on the Iphone and her 'children's game'. She tried the wii at her aunt's place but gave up. Too confusing for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You're probably wondering what's this children's game I'm talking about here. It's actually the mickey mouse site and it's interactive games. heheheh..She calls them Children's Game. At one stage, she was really hooked on them. But, these days, she's asking for it less. Oh, I don't know, got bored perhaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, she still love her Iphone games though, much thanks to her aunties. Thank God she only gets to play with the Iphone once a week and that is also, provided, she sees her aunt. Mommy (and Daddy) don't own one you see..:-). Nope, and no intention of getting one for this very reason. I'd much rather get the Xbox together with the &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/product.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=XBOX360_Accessories&amp;amp;product=5819731"&gt;xbox kinect&lt;/a&gt;. Cool stuffs huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah well...who am I kidding? The PS2 is now sitting there collecting dust and the hubby has only ever played ONE game. We still have the redemption voucher for the remaining games we have yet to..err...redeem. From the looks of it, I think the redemption expired eons ago..geezzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now you can see why Ash will have to be contented with her "children's game" and her once-a-week froggy game on the Iphone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;btw, I can't hack the sharks attack, P!!!&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/7197107563089153691-8755818502122205084?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/8755818502122205084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=8755818502122205084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8755818502122205084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8755818502122205084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/06/childrens-game.html' title='children&apos;s game'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3772781463458386797</id><published>2011-06-22T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T00:00:06.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini - the grown up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5855876048/" title="mini by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5189/5855876048_28a172365f.jpg" width="500" height="315" alt="mini" /&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;She wants to be just like her sister. She wants to have what her sister has. She does what her sister does. She's a walking mini-Ash. Just yesterday evening, she took a photo of her sister, pointed to it and said "Mimi!!" (she calls herself Mimi).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On turning 24 months, she's started calling me "mommy". Sweet but not so at the same time. And she's beginning to pick out her own clothes. She can't wear them herself but she sure knows what she wants. But, ultimately, this mom's managed to con her daughter into wearing what the mom wants. hehhe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, she gave herself a haircut -- TWICE!!! The first time it happened, thankfully, the cut wasn't obvious. But, the 2nd time was a whole different ballgame altogether. I was (am) surprised at how calm I was seeing all the hair on the floor. I was only concerned about her cutting her ears off!! What possessed her to do such a thing? I mean, Ash had no desire whatsoever to cut her own hair. Perhaps Mini wasn't happy with what her hair-dresser did. Or, was it because a haircut for her is long overdue and she couldn't wait any longer. &lt;i&gt;Sometimes, I just have to do it myself. Nothing moves around here&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;So, anyway, whatever it is, no more scissors from now onwards even if she promised not to do it again. Consequently, she got the naughty corner..for being urm...&lt;i&gt;naughty&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Cruella&lt;/i&gt;? Well, she had it coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mini's one heck of a chili padi. And, her personality is so true to the zodiac year she's born in - a real bull. I better start 'taming of the bull" before the bull gets into trouble. I mean, what's worst than people start calling you and tell you your daughter's a big bully? I don't know, I would break out into cold sweat if that ever happens. Or what if detention at school means chilling with her boyfriend? EEkkkkk!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK..this mommy's getting carried away. But, believe me when I tell you I have my hands full!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3772781463458386797?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3772781463458386797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3772781463458386797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3772781463458386797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3772781463458386797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/06/mini-grown-up.html' title='Mini - the grown up'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5189/5855876048_28a172365f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5076338226982621269</id><published>2011-06-21T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T00:00:03.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently, Father's Day was last Sunday. Did you know? Gosh, I must have been living under a rock or something. Even the uncle at the shop wished hubby Happy Father's Day, only then, I knew what day it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Father's Day...Mother's Day...it's so commercialized. Everyday is or should be Father's Day or Mother's Day. And, if I am not wrong, I celebrated the eve (or was it on the actual day?) of Mother's Day at the hospital 2 years ago after delivering Mini. Ohhhh...those were killer days. Not nearly as bad as when I had to deliver Ash but still...killer. I remembered calling my sis after midnight telling her I had delivered Mini and she didn't believe me. She asked me if I as still having contractions. I said "NO!!! She's OUT!!" (in my groggy self..from the gas and that...that...injection-thingy. What is it called?). So, yeah, killer days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since it was a special weekend, how did you spend it? We went about doing our usual, but never enough. The weekend's just too short. Especially trying to fulfill ALL of Ash's special orders. We've done the swimming, kai-kai car...so, 2 down and 2 more to go. The other 2 being a train ride and a bus ride. &lt;i&gt;Do we have to&lt;/i&gt;? Going on the free Ikea bus ride isn't the same as being on a &lt;b&gt;Mini Bus&lt;/b&gt;. Oh man!! If you haven't been on one of &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt;, you seriously don't know what you're missing. Hanging on to dear life (literally if you were me once when I had to stand at the bottomest steps cos the bus was packed) when the bus makes a sharp corner..if you live to see another day, consider yourself very very lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yes, and we visited my sister at her new place. She and her man got themselves a swanking new no-kids-chelor pad. Very spacious, very modern, very chic and a whole load of floors to clean..heheh..Perhaps I should've gotten them endless supply of floor cleaners as housewarming gifts..or possibly the less popular &lt;a href="http://www.cherrymoonfarms.com/mrsfields-cmf"&gt;mrs fields gifts&lt;/a&gt;? In the end, we got them a blender/juicer instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I want my Pina Colada, K&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/7197107563089153691-5076338226982621269?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5076338226982621269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5076338226982621269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5076338226982621269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5076338226982621269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day-weekend.html' title='Father&apos;s Day weekend'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-1693089239603150483</id><published>2011-06-20T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T00:00:03.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>board games for father and daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5661447656/" title="game by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5026/5661447656_85453eb58e.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="game" /&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: justify;"&gt;Snakes and Ladders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Strawberry shortcakes figurines as pawns. You can't see it here so clearly but, believe me when I tell you that they're playing on a Barbie-inspired board (with the works!). Only the dice is decent-looking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No wonder the hubby yearns for a boy...;-). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-1693089239603150483?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/1693089239603150483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=1693089239603150483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1693089239603150483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1693089239603150483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/06/board-games-for-father-and-daughter.html' title='board games for father and daughter'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5026/5661447656_85453eb58e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-4422431119834620460</id><published>2011-06-17T09:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:17:57.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why I love the school holidays?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5841403030/" title="mini by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/5841403030_ca8d96267d.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="mini" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5841403030/" title="mini by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's back to school folks. Opss..it's been a week already since they're back. You know what I've discovered? I really love the school holidays!!! I'd imagined all the havoc that was going to greet me for 2 whole weeks, I started getting cold sweat and began to feel the stress.&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 must say, the holidays actually gave me much a much needed break. Especially from all the driving. I am on the road for an hour at least just to bring Ash home. Then, there's playgroup with Mini. And, not to mention the cooking. I cook twice a day at least because there isn't just enough time to cook everything in the morning. I wished I had but I just don't. No, I don't cook in batches and freeze my food; just not used to the 'ang mo' way of freezing food and taking them out as and when needed.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am also lucky Ash only has 1 extra curricular activity because when she has more when she's older, and when Mini starts going to nursery, I think I'll just disappear into thin air (physically and metaphorically). Maybe I should look into the possibility of freezing batches of food to save time. I am ok with it...because well, we moms, we just wallop whatever that's left over anyways. Well, at least I've learned to ever since the kids came along. But, I'm not too sure about the hubs though. He's really chinese through and through -- loves his freshly prepared warm food and soups. As for the girls, they won't know the difference between the frozen ones and the fresh ones isn't it? Mini eats anything and as long as Ash as her dose of chinese dishes, she's a happy camper. Ash will have no problems whatsoever at the Chinese Open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See how much I absolutely relished the school holidays despite both kids being at home 24/7. I think the girls had fun on the days they were &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; home although Ash did ask about school and when she was going to see her teacher again. I guess those were when she was stuck at home...with me...hehhe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, I would say the girls had their equal dose of fun during the hols. Not that we went anywhere during the hols because the hubby's been busy at work. We hung around with friends, had a couple of playdates, went for a picnic, to the Club (my first time...). Indeed, it turned out to be a pretty fun 2 weeks and look how fast it went and now, we're back to the regimented routine of sending, dropping, cooking, cleaning, washing etc.. I simply can't wait for the next (school hols).&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/7197107563089153691-4422431119834620460?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/4422431119834620460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=4422431119834620460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/4422431119834620460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/4422431119834620460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-i-love-school-holidays.html' title='why I love the school holidays?'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/5841403030_ca8d96267d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-8161909771531463271</id><published>2011-06-05T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T09:15:22.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is wholesale insurance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been told that, if you want to know prices of types of insurances, search them on &lt;a href="http://www.wholesaleinsurance.net/"&gt;Wholesale Insurance&lt;/a&gt;. I was like "huh?". Then, I got curious and since I knew I'd meet an aunty who's an insurance agent at a wedding luncheon yesterday, I made a mental note to ask her all about this wholesale insurance thingy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, apparently what this wholesale insurance does is it's merely a term life insurance database. Their website quote engine instantly compares pricing from all of the best insurance companies on one screen. This in turn, makes it easy for you to search the entire market for the best life insurance quotes and rates available today. Cool eh? The only downside is, these quotes are estimates and you'd still have to get hold of your insurance agents to get you accurate rates. Bummer eh? And I thought, it was really an "all-in-one" solution to all my insurance queries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-8161909771531463271?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/8161909771531463271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=8161909771531463271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8161909771531463271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8161909771531463271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-is-wholesale-insurance.html' title='what is wholesale insurance?'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-1546028765408144425</id><published>2011-06-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:00:07.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>negotiating...already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : Mommy, look (down) on the floor? All the mess..(bits and pieces of play-dough under their writing table)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : Yeah. Who made all the mess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : Emily and Ashley ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : So, who is going to clean it up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : Erm...mommy ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : Why mommy need to clean? Mommy didn't make a mess also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : Erm...because mommy can clean faster..faster (along with action)..with a broom. Use the broom and clean fast fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : Oh. but Ashley can take the broom and clean faster faster also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : Erm...no *smiling*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : Erm...because Ashley is so small. It's too hard.  Ashley can't do it *smiling again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : Are you sure you are too small? It's not hard. You can do it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : Erm..no, the broom is too tall(er). It's too hard. Ashley can't do it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : we shall see..(**walks out to watch tv** because this mommy knows she's not going anywhere with this conversation). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : *continues with her drawing* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So...who taught her &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; huh?.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps : I was just telling a mummy friend that it will be so nice if we can all fast track the kids but stop time when they are 5 or 6, that'll be just perfect..heheh. But, looks like I better stop time at 4..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-1546028765408144425?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/1546028765408144425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=1546028765408144425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1546028765408144425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1546028765408144425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/06/negotiatingalready.html' title='negotiating...already?'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3744348513751395383</id><published>2011-05-29T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T10:54:50.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what I was watching last night..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hairspray!! &lt;i&gt;so outdated..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seeing how early the girls went to bed last night (they had a long day), and Rafa had a good day at the office, there was nothing on tv except for yup, Hairspray. Hubby didn't join me watching it cos he's not into musical and sorts. But, it's more than a musical -- it's a funny silly hilarious musical. One hubby wouldn't be the least interested. Not me. I enjoyed it very much. Either I was on weed or the antibiotics really really gave me the kick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and I have a zit in my mouth. Of all places!! What? You're not interested? OK, I get the hint. I shall go look for my cream before it explodes rendering me mouthless. Since I am at it, I will also go look for information on   &lt;a href="http://www.howtogetridofwhiteheads.org/"&gt;how to get rid of whiteheads&lt;/a&gt; while I am at it.&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/7197107563089153691-3744348513751395383?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3744348513751395383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3744348513751395383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3744348513751395383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3744348513751395383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-i-was-watching-last-night.html' title='what I was watching last night..'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-6944638777511712765</id><published>2011-05-28T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T15:06:03.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What are you up to this school holidays? Seeing as how I've only just recovered, I don't think we'd be doing that much. Ash  has got plans though. She told the father this morning that her school is closed (in response to my question if she wanted to go to school) and that she needed new pencils (or was it colour pencils?) and that her father should take her shopping. Oh, before that, she also pestered her father about letting take a bus ride and then go shopping I guess. I can't really remember what hubby told her. Probably mumbled something and hope in vain that she'll stop asking about the bus ride and shopping. I can feel hubby's acne about to pop anytime soon. For his sake, I should get some &lt;a href="http://www.acnevitamin.net/"&gt;acne vitamin&lt;/a&gt; ready, you know, just in case..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-6944638777511712765?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/6944638777511712765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=6944638777511712765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6944638777511712765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6944638777511712765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/05/school-holidays.html' title='school holidays'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3805149809633862472</id><published>2011-05-26T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:02:36.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being sick just ain't no fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Especially when the school hols are approaching.&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 been having this dreaded fever since last Friday. It appears to be leaving me..for good this morning but I can still feel it trying to make it's way back somehow..Initially, the drs suspected I could've gotten the dengue fever so I went and took the test but thank GOD the test results came back negative. So, it must be some viral thing that's attacked me. I'm on just fever meds and antibiotics only but it's enough to drain all my every away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The girls have been spending their day at their grandparents' house since Monday because with aches all over my body, I can hardly move. Oh yea, this fever comes with headaches, and even minor diarrhea. Also, hubby took some time off to help me because it was pretty bad in the first couple of days. And I, have been cramped inside the house for a week now, never venturing out unless it was to the doctors. I don't even know if I still remember to drive after this. Who knows what this fever has done to my body, my brains??...You know, I am ultimately thankful that I don't live in &lt;a href="http://www.rhinobldg.com/"&gt;rhino steel buildings&lt;/a&gt; because if I did, I don't think I'd even survive the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK...sillies aside, there seem to be some bug going around so just becareful, drink lots, eat lots of veggie and fruits and generally, get some rest. I have never had fever that lasts more than 24 hours, unless it was accompanied by some other cause such as chicken pox or measles but if it was just a normal fever, it wouldn't have lasted this long. Like they always say - &lt;i&gt;there's a first for everything&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/7197107563089153691-3805149809633862472?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3805149809633862472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3805149809633862472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3805149809633862472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3805149809633862472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/05/being-sick-just-aint-no-fun.html' title='being sick just ain&apos;t no fun'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5262937467663660899</id><published>2011-05-21T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T17:08:48.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternity wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was cleaning out my closet just last weekend. Have to make way for some new clothes and to give-away some old ones. It started with my cleaning out the girls', keeping all of Em's old ones and then sorting out Ash's old clothes for Em. It's a pity that Em has to wear hand-me-downs at the moment. It seems that she does not mind, so, for as long as she's happy, I'm happy not having to constantly buy new clothes for her. But, on special occasion like her birthday, I make it a point to get her a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, back to the part about my closet clean-out. I found some of my old &lt;a href="http://babiesnbellies.com/"&gt;maternity clothing&lt;/a&gt; and contemplated if I should give them away or keep them for my sister. Then, I looked at them and then I realized that by the time she gets married and eventually gets pregnant, they will no longer be fashionable for the belly bump. WHo am I kidding? - they look frumpy as it is now. No one will want then even if I give them away this instant. So, we decided to pack them up and give them away to the people who collects old items and clothing every weekend at out place. They are still in wearable condition, just no longer fashionable thats all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-5262937467663660899?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5262937467663660899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5262937467663660899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5262937467663660899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5262937467663660899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/05/maternity-wear.html' title='Maternity wear'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-4575315314590635995</id><published>2011-05-12T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T00:52:26.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you know, I've been somewhat popular lately. Well, my company that is. I have been going out a lot lately. More than my usual quota. As you would have guessed by now that I was definitely not crowned Miss Social-Butterfly in my school days. Nope. That title belonged to some other people; I'm very much happy being with my group or being well, just ol' me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, but of late, I've been out. It's nice of course. Instead of being home all the time with the kids, I get to be an adult for a change. Do adult stuff, talk adult stuff..just being 'grown-up'. And you know what's nice about all of these social events is? It's the fact that despite all the outings, it never felt like a social event per se, I &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; enjoy the company I am with. It's definitely with people I like being with and that I don't have to feel like I am entertaining...know what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, one of them is my very very close buddy from school. She's been home for the holidays and we've hung out a couple of times now. I even took pictures of us. It's been a while since we've ever been photographed together, the last being...being...see, I can't even remember when. Which is why I will definitely treasure these pictures. And, I plan on printing out copies for her before she leaves..if only &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=Ink+Cartridges"&gt;black ink cartridges&lt;/a&gt; works. Just trying to be different in printing out B&amp;amp;W. None works so it'll have to be the boring colored ones then...Darn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SHe'll be leaving soon. And, I don't know when I'll ever see her again. She did promise to come back next year but we shall see...we shall see..Momsie's been out eh heheh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-4575315314590635995?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/4575315314590635995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=4575315314590635995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/4575315314590635995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/4575315314590635995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-so.html' title='and so..'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-8829740272182726281</id><published>2011-05-10T08:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:29:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How was Mother's Day guys? I should really be asking about Father's Day now, shouldn't I? Ah well, leave that for the mo; I am still on Mother's Day mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me (us), we spent Sunday at home most of the time. It was so so warm the past couple of days, I felt like submerging myself into a tub of ice. My cousin and family went to the Ice Room. I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;this  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;close to leaving all and following them there. But I didn't. I stayed home, with the troops. All of us were down with something or another : Em got the cough, hubby's nose ran away and doesn't look like it's making an appearance anytime soon, I had the fever last Friday. The only one standing was Ash but now, she's beginning to get the cough too (heard her last night). I think it's the weather, the not-eating-well the past 2 weeks or so. You know, just about everything. So, we decided to stay home on MOther's Day. We or should I say, hubby and I spent the day taking it easy, cleaning the house (which was left untouched for 2 weeks!!!), I cooked lunch (dinner we ate out)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'Twas a slow slow weekend for us. A time to recoup and recover.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ps : and I didn't get any presents too..hhmmpphh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-8829740272182726281?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/8829740272182726281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=8829740272182726281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8829740272182726281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8829740272182726281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-mothers-day.html' title='on Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-6813373141757864855</id><published>2011-05-06T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:06:52.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>housewarming gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a question - what to get for a friend as housewarming gift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's into English vintage kinds if things. I haven't been to her apartment but from the photos that she's shown me, it's so so lovely. I can certainly live in it. So pretty and nice and...just so lovely. Made me wanna re-decorate my house. That reminds me - I should start thinking about painting the 'damaged' walls of my house because the girls went on a drawing rampage again yesterday evening. Hmmpphhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the gift. I was thinking perhaps I should start developing some photos of her and her kid and  &lt;a href="http://www.personalcreations.com/personalized-picture-frames-PPHOFRM"&gt;buy photo frames at Personal Creations&lt;/a&gt; and give it to her as her housewarming gift. What say you? Good idea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-6813373141757864855?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/6813373141757864855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=6813373141757864855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6813373141757864855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6813373141757864855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/05/housewarming-gift.html' title='housewarming gift'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-2040587422496162861</id><published>2011-05-05T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T01:29:32.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teacher Ashley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately, Ash has been mimicking her teacher when she's at home. And guess who gets to become her 'student'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yep, none other than Mini!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She will round Mini up, sit her down and take a book and pretend to read from the book. I say pretend because she doesn't know how to read from it yet. Or she will tell Mini to go play with some toys or do whatever. Basically, just order Mini around and funnily enough, this Mini'll gladly go along with the role-playing. She adores her sister and will do just about anything that Ash ask of her. Well...maybe except when they're fighting over a toy or whatever. You know, as long as what Ash's "teaching" her does not involve drugs or how to kiss boys or what the &lt;a href="http://www.fastweightloss.net/oxyelite-pro/"&gt;oxyelite pro side effects&lt;/a&gt; are, I am more than happy :-).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-2040587422496162861?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/2040587422496162861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=2040587422496162861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2040587422496162861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2040587422496162861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/05/teacher-ashley.html' title='teacher Ashley'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-7619031613323123903</id><published>2011-05-03T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T15:23:09.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How HAVE you been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We been very tired and exhausted. Finally, the absolutely crazy week is over. Even Ash has put her hands up and said "no more..no more!!"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last weekend, we had a very simple "do" for lil Em amongst family and our very close friends. It was an early celebration nevertheless. Also, thanks (again) to the aunties who gave my girls such lovely lovely pressies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the party, I asked Ash if she wanted to party some more and she told me "Enough of party mommy. Enough". She also said she didn't want anymore presents cos she already received so many (even though the presents were technically Mini's and not hers). Oh well, we shall see again next year...we shall see...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps : oh and did u catch the royal wedding and the kiss, and The Dress and the Lady Gaga-inspired hats? I only caught like the last 5 mins of the thing. The part where they waved and the kiss. Ash didn't believe she was a real princess because it wasn't a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pumpkin carriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! O_O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-7619031613323123903?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/7619031613323123903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=7619031613323123903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/7619031613323123903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/7619031613323123903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-world.html' title='Hello World!'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-7665230939212433051</id><published>2011-04-11T12:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:30:50.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5608378143/" title="the girls by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5227/5608378143_963e02ff86.jpg" width="331" height="500" alt="the girls" /&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: justify;"&gt;Ash was on a Sound of Music marathon at my mom's place yesterday afternoon. She likes the songs, the singing and the clothes. She wants to dress up exactly like Maria! Well, if she chooses the nunnery over the frat house - I think I &lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt; be able to live with that. I know hubby will be thrilled!! (remember, he doesn't like the idea of his precious girls dating...getting married even). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, anyway, before going all Maria-ish, she woke up and said she wanted to wear her Ma-ri-mela (her version of Maria) dress. And, she went searching for them in her drawer and wore hers. She then proceeded to search for her sister's dress and got me to wear for Mini. Pretty right??!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You must be wondering : &lt;i&gt;that doesn't look like Maria's at all&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;Well, you're absolutely right - Maria will not be caught dead in a sun-dress like the ones in the photo. The only reason why Ash associated the dress with Maria is because the dresses actually came with matching headscarfs similar to what the girls in the movie wore. In this picture, they didn't have it on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me tell you that, I am one fussy mom when it comes to my kids' clothes. I don't mind spending just that little bit more for quality or simply shopping around to get exactly what I want and these dresses are no exception. The dresses are meticulously hand-sewn (you didn't know that, did ya? heheh..) by a talented seamstress. Not by me (of course!)..but &lt;a href="http://nivnivhandmade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pei Yi&lt;/a&gt;, whom I ordered the dresses from. I wanted matching floral dresses for my girls. And I also wanted matching headscarfs. &lt;i&gt;Where to find leh&lt;/i&gt;? I tell you, she's one very talented lady with a gift of the threads. You can tell the difference between one who does a job because she "has to" and one who puts her heart and soul into her craft. Simply a work of art. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next time, I will try to get the whole ensemble on the girls. I ordered a larger sizes so they can wear them for slightly longer than usual..smart thinking eh? heheh..:-).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-7665230939212433051?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/7665230939212433051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=7665230939212433051&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/7665230939212433051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/7665230939212433051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/04/pretty-dresses.html' title='pretty dresses'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5227/5608378143_963e02ff86_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3226351039929796589</id><published>2011-04-06T09:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:19:45.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early morning tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ash cried this morning when she saw her Daddy in his work clothes. She's been asking us to take her to 1U where she can go on the kiddy car/stroller/pushcart ride because it's been a while since she has gone to the mall. Actually, it was more like 'pestering' us and we told her we'll go the first thing on Saturday morning. &lt;/span&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;But, because she asked us since Monday and Saturday is a long wait and she's already been waiting for such a long time, she can't wait any second longer. So she cried. And refused to change out of her pj's and kept asking her Dad not to go to work (Hubby told her that we'll take her when there's no school and no work...so obviously, she thought that meant she had a choice not to go to school or that Dad has a choice not to go to work). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To pacify his princess, hubby told her we'll take her tonight. -sigh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's true that we haven't been spending as much time with her lately. Actually, not only her but the both of them. But, Mini is pretty much still in the blur -- as long as there's food, nothing else matters to her (at the moment). For Ash, perhaps it's the school routine that's boring her and we've been busy during the weekends just running around doing un-fun stuffs. Plus, both of us had our weekends off respectively so we didn't do anything family-like for a while now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would like to warn her though that the coming weekends will not be any fun either. Well, at least, not until her aunts and uncle comes home because we've got quite a fair bit to do at home. I don't know...we'll see. We'll see how it goes later tonight. Lets hope she's happier after that...**fingers crossed**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3226351039929796589?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3226351039929796589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3226351039929796589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3226351039929796589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3226351039929796589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/04/early-morning-tears.html' title='early morning tears'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3221338051635886410</id><published>2011-04-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:00:01.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mystery photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5590762556/" title="what's that? by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5259/5590762556_7c21454480.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="what's that?" /&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: justify;"&gt;Does it (the photo) not evoke a kind of abstractly mysterious feel to it? Or, more likely - w&lt;i&gt;hat in heaven's name is that? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's actually Ash and the skirt she's wearing. More like an oversized tutu because her aunt bought her 2 sizes too big. She was lying down on the floor waiting for her dad to assemble her birthday gift, I was busy snapping away with my camera. I tried a few angles : one from the side, from the side-front, from the back, from the front...etc...I wanted to capture that...that..frankly, I don't even know what I was trying to capture but just my poor attempt at being artsy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, I chose one that was at least decent looking and played around with the textures and all. And, finally, this was the result. I am happy with the treatment (of the photo) but not the image. Blame it on the angle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WHat shall I do with this now that the photo can be safely placed under the almost-ruined-but-not- entirely category? Frame it? Give it away as Christmas present? I've even created, in my computer, a folder called my &lt;a href="http://www.personalcreations.com/"&gt;Personal Creations&lt;/a&gt; just for urm...unintentionals just as this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3221338051635886410?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3221338051635886410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3221338051635886410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3221338051635886410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3221338051635886410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/04/mystery-photo.html' title='mystery photo'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5259/5590762556_7c21454480_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3392953334992146413</id><published>2011-04-05T08:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T08:19:16.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the girl has grown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5574211816/" title="mini by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5227/5574211816_a37b753f1b.jpg" width="500" height="330" alt="mini" /&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;That's my mini-me. She's all grown up now. By this I mean, she's not as needy, she's pretty independent whenever we're at our playgroup, she's very good at playing politics with her daddy and mommy, she's an inch taller than she was a month ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think she's ready for college, don't you? I will have to find one that take in students who are still on diapers and the bottle. Oh, and scream whenever her hair gets washed. Any takers? heheh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3392953334992146413?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3392953334992146413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3392953334992146413&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3392953334992146413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3392953334992146413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/04/girl-has-grown.html' title='the girl has grown'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5227/5574211816_a37b753f1b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-9181721263569855768</id><published>2011-03-31T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:00:00.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never too big..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5573624641/" title="mini legs by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5131/5573624641_3231846165.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="mini legs" /&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ash's minnie handbag, Xmas tree tinsels, Ash's princess slippers and Mini's legs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-9181721263569855768?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/9181721263569855768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=9181721263569855768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/9181721263569855768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/9181721263569855768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/never-too-big.html' title='never too big..'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5131/5573624641_3231846165_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5930038200690797498</id><published>2011-03-30T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T22:40:49.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial planning for children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Funny how at this point in time, we still do not have any form of education/investment linked insurance plan for the girls. I say funny because we don't have nothing prepared at the moment for them in case they need of money or funds for education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People have said "don't bother, save on your own - these schemes are scam". But some are saying the opposite - in that having such savings will benefit the family in the long term as they are specially designed financial plans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know. If you ask me, I am most confused. Let us stick to what we know first, which is a straight forward and simple &lt;a href="http://www.allsup.com/medicare-advisor.aspx"&gt;Medicare plan&lt;/a&gt;. Anything else will just have to wait for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-5930038200690797498?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5930038200690797498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5930038200690797498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5930038200690797498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5930038200690797498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/financial-planning-for-children.html' title='Financial planning for children'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-588767023361736912</id><published>2011-03-29T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:04:15.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best place for a vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My SIL will be back sometime end of next month for about a week to 10 days. Don't really know the exact arrival and departure dates but well, I'll find out soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I've been tasked to draw up a fun-filled holiday itinerary for her. &lt;i&gt;Me - &lt;/i&gt;of all people - I don't even get out of the house and I am now needed to think of fun things for people to do. Someone's obviously not thinking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She wants nothing to do with Western; just plain local dishes. I know where to take her but it won't be to her fancy especially where hygiene is concerned. I mean, seriously, sometimes, the best places to eat around here are (I can't believe I am saying this) the filthiest. OK, maybe not seriously filthy but at a coffee-shop and all, and as long as no rodents running across the floor, underneath your table etc... We shall see how we can convince this guest of ours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We might consider a short 2N/3D out somewhere. If only we had our version of &lt;a href="http://www.carolinadesigns.com/pet-homes.aspx"&gt;Outer Banks pet friendly vacation rentals&lt;/a&gt; so my PIL's canine can come along with us. I haven't exactly figured out where yet. Hubby suggested Cameron. Could be an very valid option since our guest is very afraid of the warm and humid weather here. Let me see what other nearby-yet-not-so-near places I can go to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Searching...still searching...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-588767023361736912?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/588767023361736912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=588767023361736912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/588767023361736912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/588767023361736912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-place-for-vacation.html' title='the best place for a vacation'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-8372094800516148770</id><published>2011-03-29T16:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:04:50.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know - you must be waiting for some hot juicy xxx rated photos of my BKK trip right? Some naked ones perhaps. Or possibly, someone snoring with their mouth wide open..heheh. Sorry to disappoint you folks but my DSLR took a time-out during the 2 nights we were there (and so did I!) so no hot juicy photos from my end. Perhaps if you go lurk around my bosom buddies' blogs, you may just find some that'll tickle your fancy..hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright. Lets see. What's been happening around &lt;i&gt;these&lt;/i&gt; part of the world lately?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash celebrated her 4th birthday a couple of weeks back. So happy birthday my who-is-getting-bigger-by-the-day little one. We had a simple do at school and then during the weekend, we had just the 5 of us (with my PIL). A very simple celebration to mark a poignant age. &lt;i&gt;What am I saying&lt;/i&gt;? Every year I get this way. I'm happy seeing her grow up, but it also means that time is running away way too fast and I can't catch up. You know...just one of those days...I just hope that she won't turn out sporting a punk hairstyle who smokes &lt;a href="http://www.famous-smoke.com/brand/arturo+fuente+opus+x+cigars"&gt;opus x cigars&lt;/a&gt; (could be a very relevant combo in the future - who knows??)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5570867432/" title="Ash's cake by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5013/5570867432_e244643242.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="Ash's cake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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 then, I've been busy. What's new? Oh, I went for my yearly ObGy check-up yesterday. I seem to be functioning well according to the doctor. We'll just have to wait for the pap smear results next week. So, hope that one will be A-ok 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;The girls are doing just fine. Except that Ash couldn't sleep well at night the past weekend because her Daddy went away for the weekend. Yeah, it was his turn disappearing. But, all's well now. She's back to sleeping with us. She's been alternating between her room and ours lately. If it suited her, she'll be a good girl and sleep on her bed. And if it suited her, she'll climb onto ours. So much for sleeping on her own, eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK..I am behind with blog posts...got more do to. Hang in there; there might be a sneak peek of BKK pics..&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/7197107563089153691-8372094800516148770?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/8372094800516148770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=8372094800516148770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8372094800516148770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8372094800516148770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/at-random.html' title='At random'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5013/5570867432_e244643242_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5433378006769497268</id><published>2011-03-24T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:45:00.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain ah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : *brushing Mini's teeth and after that (just for fun) made the dumbest mistake of putting my thumb into her mouth, daring her to bite*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mini : *chomps thumb*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : &lt;i&gt;Ouch!!!&lt;/i&gt; (but in actual fact, felt like screaming). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mini : *looks up at me, puzzled and wondering what has gotten into me* &lt;i&gt;(what's) wrong? pain ah?  &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;Me : **trying hard not to laugh, because wanted to pretend cry even though really felt like crying** &lt;i&gt;yes, pain ah..&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;Mini : &lt;i&gt;Oooohhh&lt;/i&gt;...**turned, as if to say "served you right. who asked you to stick your thumb into my mouth?"**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : O_O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-5433378006769497268?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5433378006769497268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5433378006769497268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5433378006769497268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5433378006769497268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/pain-ah.html' title='pain ah?'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-6921190724950582933</id><published>2011-03-18T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T00:30:00.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my first "school holidays" since Ash only started school proper this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone love school holidays isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, this is how I feel about it : Loving it - I get to sleep in. No rush in the mornings because for some reason, I don't like (or bother) preparing her snacks the night before. I know I should since it will save me loads of time but I just don't. Habitual habit of a procrastinator perhaps? Perhaps so. And most of all, the day isn't so hectic with rushing back and forth preparing lunch and all. I can take it easy, and I can blog too. The girls sleep late at nights, take long naps in the afternoon...who wants such luxuries to end? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand, I'm not so loving it because they get bored being at home. It is a shame because that's the one thing I like to do; which is to be home. I honestly hate braving traffic, jostling with the crowd searching for the perfect &lt;a href="http://www.accessorygeeks.com/cell-phone-cases.html"&gt;cell phone case&lt;/a&gt; for example - it's just not my thing. Plus, the housework needs to be attended to. So, I'd rather be home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So..I'm in a fix almost. Do I love school holidays or do I not love school holidays? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ask me again after the next school holidays; this one is too short for me to conclude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-6921190724950582933?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/6921190724950582933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=6921190724950582933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6921190724950582933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6921190724950582933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/school-holidays.html' title='school holidays'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-7065904559399912682</id><published>2011-03-17T17:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:57:50.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review : My Name is Not Alexander</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i5i1p7DsC9M?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jennifer Fosberry is a genius!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do you say that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I first heard of this book, I actually thought nothing of it. I thought Alexander is probably another Denis The Menace out to make everyone's lives a living nightmare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, when I received a copy of it (and thanks to &lt;a href="http://sourcebooks.com/"&gt;Sourcebooks&lt;/a&gt;!), I was pleasantly surprised at the fact that Alexander is a pretty smart kid. No..in fact, he's a mighty smart kid who paid attention in school, and remembered his lessons well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What did he learn? You'll have to get a copy of the book yourself to find out. I'll just have to say that Jennifer has come up with a fun way of educating the reader as you go along, chapter by chapter. This book further encourages your child to asks questions. That is how a child learns, and communicate. It's certainly great for child and parental bonding while at the same time, help cultivate a child's learning ability. Now, didn't I say she's a genius? :-).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You'll be pleased to also know that Ms Fosberry is currently touring and promoting her new book. If you're in town, and would like to meet her, she will be at the following locations :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday, March 17th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time – TBD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Changing Hands Bookstore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6428 S McClintock Dr Tempe, AZ 85283&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phone: 480-730-0205&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.changinghands.com/event/2011/03/14/month/all/all/1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Saturday, March 19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11:00 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The King’s English Bookshop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1511 South 1500 East&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salt Lake City, UT 84105&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phone: 801-484-9100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.kingsenglish.com/event/jennifer-fosberry-and-my-name-not-alexander&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Saturday, March 19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1:00 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1780 North Woodland Park Drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Layton, UT 84041&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phone: 801-773-9973&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://store-locator.barnesandnoble.com/event/3053383-32&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, March 20th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3:30 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Books and Books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;265 Aragon Avenue Coral Gables, FL 33134 Phone: 305-444-9044&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://booksandbooks.com/jennifer-fosberry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wednesday, March 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4:00 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Book Mark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;299 Atlantic Blvd Atlantic Beach, FL 32233 Phone: 904-241-9026&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Saturday, March 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10:00 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doylestown Bookshop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16 S Main Street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doylestown, PA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phone: 215-230-7610&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.doylestownbookshop.com/event/fosberry/032511&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-7065904559399912682?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/7065904559399912682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=7065904559399912682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/7065904559399912682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/7065904559399912682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-review-my-name-is-not-alexander.html' title='Book Review : My Name is Not Alexander'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/i5i1p7DsC9M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-8432995805499114349</id><published>2011-03-15T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:50:06.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wonderful wonderful weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When &lt;a href="http://www.pakumuse.com/blog/"&gt;PL&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mamapumpkin.com/"&gt;Patsy&lt;/a&gt; talked about making a trip way back when...I immediately signed on up. Why? Firstly, I haven't been to Bangkok. &lt;i&gt;Noo?? you kidding me?? &lt;/i&gt;It's true - I haven't even been to Phuket. The only further-st north I've been from KL, is Alor Setar. Not even out of Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And because, every time we have a mommys' meet (WIP, movie outings), it's always been fun, for me at least. So, you know, with them two - there's no way in hell this is gonna be a boring trip ( secretly I prayed..heheh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll tell you this - we have absolutely nothing in common apart from the fact that we are moms and that our youngest children were born in the same year. That's 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, the strangest thing happened in BKK. Must've been the air. Must've been the food. Must've been the men (I'm still laughing). Must've been the girls (I'm still...petrified)...We just had the most fantabulous time ever. I cannot have asked for better traveling partners. Seriously. It was a great trip. I felt like I was 18 with half the head. It was &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; liberating and I won't hesitate to hop on the next trip. You just have to throw caution to the wind and just go with the flow; where ever it takes you. You might be surprised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll definitely go back. This time perhaps on a more touristy level because now that I've done the girly stuff, it might be a good idea to sight-see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps : there will be some pics. I just haven't had time to upload them. When I do, you'll be the first to know. :-).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-8432995805499114349?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/8432995805499114349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=8432995805499114349&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8432995805499114349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/8432995805499114349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-wonderful-wonderful-weekend.html' title='my wonderful wonderful weekend'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-6334015731218954263</id><published>2011-03-11T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T06:00:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IDvHO5ZSGo8?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S̄wạs̄dī kh̀a wạn h̄yud mī khwām s̄uk̄h C̄hạn h̄wạng ẁā khuṇ kảlạng xyū̀ nı ch̀wng welā thī̀ dī Talk rĕw «nī̂. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-6334015731218954263?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/6334015731218954263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=6334015731218954263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6334015731218954263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6334015731218954263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/holiday.html' title='Holiday!!'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IDvHO5ZSGo8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5538360562956008076</id><published>2011-03-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:00:13.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need new shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My RM10 "flip-flops" gave way yesterday. Thank goodness I'd reach home and wasn't still waiting for Ash. I knew it was gonna break sooner or later because..well, because, what do you expect from a RM10 pair of slippers. Evidently, it isn't built to last. I now only have my trusty ol' &lt;a href="http://www.shoemall.com/"&gt;womens sandals&lt;/a&gt; - Mr Birkies with me. If that one goes, I will have none. Ekk!! Or I could go get a new pair of RM10 slippers. And this time, I better get like..maybe..5 pairs or something. I'll tell you why I love them because they are actually pretty comfy and for everyday use, it's convenient. Perhaps, I should be shopping for shoes then this school holidays, whaddaya think? :-). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-5538360562956008076?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5538360562956008076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5538360562956008076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5538360562956008076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5538360562956008076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/need-new-shoes.html' title='need new shoes'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-1127955475309941145</id><published>2011-03-05T00:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:00:01.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oppsiee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The girls went to bed early because I made them miss their nap. I was contemplating whether to let them nap in the afternoon after lunch and shower or just distract them until dinner-time? I chose the latter because I have this habit of letting them nap too long in the afternoon ever since Ash started school and come night fall, they'd be eyes wide open. This is exceptionally torturing for the hubby dearest because (thankfully for me) they stick to him like...rum...bees to honey. So, I do actually get to have some ME time when he gets home every evening. If they are in bed, then the both of us will have our free time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This evening, hubby was expected home later than usual. So, I did what any mom would under my circumstance - kick the girls up to bed early. I achieved that by not letting them nap. Now, usually, they'd be ok in that they can pretty much sleep well. I can only remember a few instances where Ash cried in the middle of the night due to over--tiredness but on most occasion, she's fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, today threatened to begin in the lousiest way possible. Today was playgroup day for lil Em (see..I am back to calling her Em..hehe), and today was the day I declared that I wanted to be early...for once. I was so so proud of myself for having accomplished that task and was ready to get out on time. I was gleaming. I was excited at the prospect of being first at the center. I even thought of getting nasi lemaks for the gang. Oh..how they'd worship the ground I walk on..heheh..(total exaggeration!) but yes, they will be very happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As soon as I turn to grab my keys -- to my horror -- there were no keys!!! EKKKKK!! The car key was there but my set of the house-keys were gone! Bummer!! I searched high and low and even silently screaming profanities at my own absent mindedness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then it hit me..for some reason I called hubby to asked if he had taken both set of keys? At first he was like "huh?". I told him I couldn't find my set and asked him to search his car. He did and sure enough, he'd taken both. I knew then why I had the instinct to call him - before he left for work, he was taking his own sweet time until a prompt on his phone reminded him he had a 9am meeting with the bosses. He flew out the door after that (and with him, my keys went). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So thanks to my quick thinking, he came to the center to deliver my keys after his meeting. attended the playgroup late; wished I could've been there earlier. And, I didn't get the nasi lemaks the ladies would've loved. I promised myself that I'll just &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to get it next week; even if not for them, but for myself..:-).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-1127955475309941145?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/1127955475309941145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=1127955475309941145&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1127955475309941145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1127955475309941145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/oppsiee.html' title='oppsiee!!'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-2882935943739841142</id><published>2011-03-04T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:36:23.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cyber thieves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have heard of pick pockets. Personally, it happened to my aunt and my mom some years ago. These days, you have people &lt;a href="http://www.idstronghold.com/"&gt;e pickpocketing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Say what&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup, you didn't hear wrong - e pickpocketing is a new technology allows thieves to secretly scan your pocket or purse with the aim of reading your credit card information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scary isn't it? You are not even safe even with just your credit card in your purse. It looks like you're not safe where ever you go and cannot be carrying anything with you when you go out. Annoying isn't here? What has the world come to? What I don't get is - if you're so smart, why invent something that causes harm to others? There are plenty of autistic children who needs help, there are plenty of animals verging on extinction no one cares about, there are diseases that we need to find cures for...plenty of humane action to be taken. Looks to me like no one's interested and all we seem to care about is snooping into other people's purses or pockets.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-2882935943739841142?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/2882935943739841142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=2882935943739841142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2882935943739841142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2882935943739841142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/cyber-thieves.html' title='cyber thieves'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-2985190092085133516</id><published>2011-03-04T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:00:05.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini in her element</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5493396683/" title="mini by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5012/5493396683_dcfeb45b1f.jpg" width="500" height="395" alt="mini" /&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: justify;"&gt;Not the best of shots. The light was low, she moved and my camera settings went awol. It was my fault really - I didn't bother tweaking my setting and didn't bother with my flash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But...she's lookin' fine people -- FINED-ED !! hheheh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-2985190092085133516?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/2985190092085133516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=2985190092085133516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2985190092085133516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2985190092085133516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/mini-in-her-element.html' title='Mini in her element'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5012/5493396683_dcfeb45b1f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-2481229521983293770</id><published>2011-03-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:00:15.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trading places</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, when I am dying to have that 2 minutes to poo, 2 minutes to eat, 2 minutes of peace, I wish to trade places with the kids. If I could, I'd pick me to be in the shoes of my almost-2 year old. I don't want to be 4 because 4 is...full of 4 year-old responsibilities. I won't be able to get my mom to wear my shoes for me because she knows that I know how to. Or, I won't be able to get my mom to carry me because she knows that I can run if I wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it's entirely different with a tiny toddler -- I can pretend not to know or even walk s..oo...slowly that my mom will have to pick me up if she was rushing. Or I can make a mess when I am eating because my fine motor-skills aren't that well developed yet. You see -- I can make my mom do ALL of the things I don't want to simply because...I am a tiny tod. Oh and I can whine all I want and she won't have a reason to yell at me because...say it with me now - I am a tiny tod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See..isn't it just the right age to be? I would want to be a tiny tod forever. And you know who I won't want to trade places with? Manufacturing workers. Yep, &lt;a href="http://www.manufacturingworkers.com/"&gt;manufacturing jobs&lt;/a&gt; just isn't my cup of tea. Laborious and tiresome - how do these people cope? OK, so being a "mom" isn't any better but since I am at it, I might as well just stick to it, right? Besides, I have come this far - there ain't no turning back. Uh-huh, no sir-ree..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-2481229521983293770?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/2481229521983293770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=2481229521983293770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2481229521983293770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2481229521983293770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/trading-places.html' title='trading places'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3783782581677609292</id><published>2011-03-03T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T00:00:10.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why we moms go deaf..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : Mine! **snatches away toy**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mini : m-i-n-e **said thru her pacifier**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : NO! Listen to che-che...L-I-S-T-E-N....is mine..gimme!!! **snatches toy again**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mini : MMMM..III..NN..EEEE!!!! **shrieking louder through her pacifier**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : I said listen to che-che...G-I-V-E B-A-C-K!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mini : MMM...III..NN..EEE!!! **shrieking real loud now**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the midst of all the commotion, ladies and gentlemen, it is now wise to put on your ear plugs (or if you have an Ipod or whatever to down the noise) and meditate. Until and unless someone's head falls off, it's usually a good idea to leave them alone. Because, sibling rivalry - they happen ALL THE TIME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3783782581677609292?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3783782581677609292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3783782581677609292&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3783782581677609292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3783782581677609292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-we-moms-go-deaf.html' title='why we moms go deaf..'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3121751162378962839</id><published>2011-03-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T00:00:04.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deja vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whenever I look at mini, she's the spitting image of her sister. OK, maybe only at certain angles and under certain lighting. But, let me tell you -- it's crazy how she's behaving like her, she wants to be her...all except for the chili padi part because Ash was a lot more..urm..refined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, these days, I find myself doing some things I used to do when Ash was about 20++ months. For instance, I don't make Mini porridge anymore because for one thing, I am lazy and the other is because she will want to eat whatever we are eating. And since she has most of her teeth intact, I figured what harm would I be doing to her if she ate what her sis was eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plus, she wants to self-feed. Remember in one of my posting, I said that I preferred feeding Mini out of my laziness again? Well, I kinda don't do that anymore if she takes the more solid solids. Other than porridge, I am ok with her eating by herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, these days, during lunch, I make both of them eat at the dining table so I can have my slightly-slower-than-slow lunch. As expected, mini's side of the table, floor and her high-chair will be filled with rice, crumbs or whatever. And I find myself getting down again, on all fours wiping the droppings. Every time I do that, I'll silently whisper "here we go again...". I thought I was through with all these mess but looks like, I'll have another year (or 2) to go...sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s : Usually, after lunch, they'd go play in the tub, so I can clean up the messy floor, table etc...otherwise, with ms curiosity around, I won't get to do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3121751162378962839?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3121751162378962839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3121751162378962839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3121751162378962839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3121751162378962839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/03/deja-vu.html' title='deja vu'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-6424151149017198384</id><published>2011-02-26T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:51:46.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the BFFs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5478009324/" title="barbie by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5257/5478009324_701fd749ed.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="barbie" /&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: justify;"&gt;A couple of days ago, Ash had a play-date with her BFF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those 2 really get along like 2 peas in a pod. Her friend absolutely adores her, will follow whatever she does and Ash is like the big sis that she is. You know what the one thing they have in common? - they are both such girlie girls!!! All the barbies (although, the barbies appear to be needing some  &lt;a href="http://vitamins.net/"&gt;vitamin supplements&lt;/a&gt; - have you see how they make them way too skinny?) the dress up, fairies and all -- I feel there was definitely an overload of sweetness that day. Well, for me at least because I am far far from being a "girl". I honestly have no idea where she gets this portion of her genes from...seriously. Perhaps they skipped a generation..who knows??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash had a great time - they both did! They had great fun having tea parties with their dolls, swam, watched tv, played some more. It was great seeing them playing and having fun after being 'separated' for almost 6 months when her pal went off to London for a couple of months. Now that she's back, they instantly picked up where they left off. Minimal fuss. It was great for both the girls. You can never have enough girls I say..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-6424151149017198384?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/6424151149017198384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=6424151149017198384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6424151149017198384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6424151149017198384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/02/bffs.html' title='the BFFs'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5257/5478009324_701fd749ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5667201554675267827</id><published>2011-02-26T09:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:59:37.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the chili padi of the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5477400001/" title="mini by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5214/5477400001_721cf06552.jpg" width="331" height="500" alt="mini" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mini will soon turn 22 months. I cannot believe how time has flown by. She has definitely grown heaps and bounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't remember who but someone asked me why we call her "Mini". It's pure coincidence that, in terms of size, she &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; is a mini but that wasn't the reason. When Ash was a lot younger (they are only 2 years apart), she couldn't pronounce Emily, it was Emini to her. So I just omitted the E and well, hence, Mini -- much cuter and suited her perfectly. After that, the name kind of stuck on and everyone started calling her Mini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me tell you, she's actually far far from being a "mini" where her personality is concerned. She's one tough cookie (or at least, when she's with family) and a feisty one too. It is little wonder why I need more  &lt;a href="http://www.anti-wrinklecreams.net/"&gt;anti wrinkle cream&lt;/a&gt; because I am definitely aging far beyond my years...heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, she's still the little cutie of the family. Caring for her is a lot more easier now. I have cut down on making porridge for her cos she has almost her full set of teeth. Plus, she really prefers eating out of our plates. That definitely is a relief for me seeing how I have very little time these days. She is still clingy, goes where I go but all in all, she's a pretty good baby. Oh and she adores her sister and always wants to be like her, dress like her...even speaks like her. That's what little sisters do, isn't it? - look up to the big sis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I will miss those baby years very soon because they grow up so fast. So am treasuring every single minute of her babyness now. Once it's gone, I can never have it back.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-5667201554675267827?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5667201554675267827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5667201554675267827&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5667201554675267827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5667201554675267827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/02/chili-padi-of-house.html' title='the chili padi of the house'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5214/5477400001_721cf06552_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-7805007733687378630</id><published>2011-02-23T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T11:17:52.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mess with ma' sister, you mess with ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, not exactly her words cos Ash is such a "girl", she'll probably just whack you with her hankie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What happened this morning is true example of one protective sibling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I picked Ash up from school as always. But, this afternoon, mini wasn't asleep in the car so I brought Mini down and walked into the school compound with her. WHen Ash saw us, she happily skipped out of her class, turned and said her goodbyes to her friends. Then, 2 of her boy classmates figured it must be funny to strike a Ben 10 pose, as if inviting mini to a duel. They hovered around her ready to strike if she ever made a move. As soon as Ash saw them, she instinctively knew they were trouble and kept telling me to "carry Mini...carry Mini". What did I do? - I ignored her (yeah I know - bad mama!) cos I was busy chatting with the teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They kept going nearer and nearer and naturally, Mini got terrified and that was when Ash stepped in; she literally stepped in front of Mini, stretched her arms wide like a mother hen protecting her young, all the while saying "no no...don't touch Mini...". Them boys..they continued their frightening gangsta poses accompanied by loud roaring noises. I wanted to laugh but when one of them almost toppled Mini over (she is, after all, quite a mini), I broke the 'fight' (hahahah...) and carried Mini away to safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The teacher shooed both the boys back into the building as we walked out towards our car and all was well in the end. Phew...what a day at the hoodlums....hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-7805007733687378630?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/7805007733687378630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=7805007733687378630&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/7805007733687378630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/7805007733687378630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/02/mess-with-ma-sister-you-mess-with-me.html' title='mess with ma&apos; sister, you mess with ME!!'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-529677373453551896</id><published>2011-02-18T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:08:17.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were at Ikea a couple of days ago. Actually, I believe it was on a Tuesday. And it was packed to the brim. I usually refrain from going to Ikea on weekends or on public holidays but because the girls were at my mom's place being entertained by her friends so, hubby and I had some time off to sneak out to get some things done. One of which was to scout for a book shelf for the girls and a wardrobe for them since they seem to be outgrowing their chest drawer very soon -- as we speak in fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We managed to get the shelf but not the wardrobe. Still haven't found the one I want. It's either the design or the price or both! But, hubby had other plans too cos he was very interested in getting the &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=LCDTelevisions"&gt;flat screen lcd tvs&lt;/a&gt; hanging bracket as well. I looked at him and I went "up to you." which can be read as "over my dead body". hehehe...:-P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-529677373453551896?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/529677373453551896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=529677373453551896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/529677373453551896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/529677373453551896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-stuffs.html' title='new stuffs'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-7533642334214302136</id><published>2011-02-07T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T05:23:46.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afraid of dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5362936903/" title="Ash by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5046/5362936903_d3036ed956.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Ash" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not sure if it is too pre-mature to conclude that lil Em isn't an animal lover. I would like her to be one..towards certain animals of course. I mean, I don't want her to be keeping a pet iguana or help increase the roach population or something to that effect. You know, just love the usual dogs, rabbits, cats .."safe pets" if you'd prefer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash on the other hand, is, without a doubt, a lover of animals; especially dogs. She loves them. She isn't afraid of them. The photo you see above is an example of how fearless she is of dogs. She was only about 20months when that photo was taken and I remember very clearly what happened : we took her to the neighborhood playground on a Sunday morning. Initially we were the only ones there but after a while, this lady with 2 dogs came by. She was walking her dogs and we crossed paths. She pet it (I can't remember if it was a he or she) and hugged it and attempted to carry the dog. The owner was pretty much as amused by the whole incident as we were. Before we knew it, they had to go and we did too. Ash wasn't too happy but luckily, she willingly parted ways with her new found beloved friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's nice to see her bond with the animals. I think lil Em takes after me - I am afraid of dogs. I don't hate them, but I always get geli-fied when the lick my feet. But, if they leave me alone, and not lick me, I'll be ok with them. I can carry them, I can pet them...whatever. Once they start jumping on me and start to lick, that's when I jump too. Pathetic huh?! LOL...oh well, at the moment, Ash has not asked for a pet dog so at the mo, I am safe from doggie saliva :-).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-7533642334214302136?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/7533642334214302136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=7533642334214302136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/7533642334214302136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/7533642334214302136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/02/afraid-of-dogs.html' title='afraid of dogs'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5046/5362936903_d3036ed956_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-1215293710243020729</id><published>2011-02-03T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:00:06.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xin Nian Kuai Le..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you're having a great celebration with your loved ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take care.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7197107563089153691-1215293710243020729?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/1215293710243020729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=1215293710243020729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1215293710243020729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1215293710243020729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-6060475003642891626</id><published>2011-02-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T00:00:00.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spank-ed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, Ash got 2 heavy spanking from the father on her buttocks. No, we don't use the cane (we don't have one in the house) nor do we use the belt or ruler or whatever you can use to spank your child. He just gave her 2 slaps on her backside. Needless to say, she cried herself to sleep after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So...what happened? We usually don't hit them as a form of punishment. Usually, because sometimes we do. Of course, I will confess that I do it more often than hubby does. I think, this is only his 2nd time seriously spanking her for being naughty. To get my hubby really really mad and getting spanked in the process, you must have done something really terribly wrong. That's hubby for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, both kids napped so late in the evening and woke up at 7pm. Naturally, they were eyes-wide open. But, Ash complained she was tired so hubby made her milk and sent her to her room at 10.30pm. I was out with Mini then. By the time we came home, Ash was already up in her room but not sleeping. Seeing as how Mini was also tired out, I put her down in her cot, leaving both of them in the room. Nothing unusual because the share the same room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, Ash being the cheeky one, started teasing Mini and before you knew it, they were giggling and laughing..doing everything but what they were supposed to which was sleep. So, I went upstairs in an attempt to set them straight and get them to bed. Talked to Ash nicely. She nodded and I left the room. As soon as I left the room, she closed the door and locked it. The nerve!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, I went downstairs and hubby went up to get Ash to open the door. He spoke to her again, telling and reasoned with her not to lock the door. Again, she nodded and pull the covers over her and so we thought she was going to sleep. Oh boy! We were wrong. SHe attempted to do the exact same thing as soon as hubby turned his back and head out the door. But, unfortunately for her, he reacted fast and stopped her in time. He got so angry because it was the 2nd time she did it despite us telling her not to. So, that was when she got the spanking she deserved and was sent to sleep in our room. We carried her over to her room later that night. &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, I have heard all about the Terrible 2s, or 3s. Could this be Terrible 4? So...not looking forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-6060475003642891626?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/6060475003642891626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=6060475003642891626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6060475003642891626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6060475003642891626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/02/spank-ed.html' title='spank-ed!!'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-6629360993095886160</id><published>2011-01-31T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:52:56.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chatter-box Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a time when Ash refused to say anything other than the word 'NO'. She won't even mimic Barney or us or anyone. I used to read to her everyday, twice a day or whenever I sit down with her and we can flip through the same books over and over and over again..and yet, not a word. Not even something simple like "ball"..or "sun"..or whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was I ever worried? A little but I also did remember that (as a comparison and a means to provide self-comfort), hubby's nephew who's 11 now, started speaking proper sentences at 4 and a couple of words here and there at 3. So, "ok"..I thought. No rush. But of course, secretly, I wished she had responded more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, she started saying many more words when she turned 2. Still slow and on a one-word basis but, we made progress. I stopped reading to her so frequently then because Em came along and just threw my schedule overboard. But, she continued to make progress; which is a good sign I believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nowadays, she yaks non stop. Not in perfect sentences with perfect grammar and all. Lets face it, I tend to also get my tenses wrong so...what have I got to say about her? Also, hubby and I, we're guilty of not correcting her each time and instead, even copying her sometimes. I know, it's bad but you know, it won't be long before she finds out the proper way to say things and eventually, she'll learn (from school or well learned friends) so I simply wanted "preserve" her 'baby talk' as long as I can (like, to record all her baby talk onto &lt;a href="http://www.printusb.com/"&gt;usb drives&lt;/a&gt;). But I can see that, as the days go by, her growing up, she's learning new things, learning new words (like 'shit'...I am so gonna get an earful from the teacher one of these days)....SHe doesn't leave you alone even for a second without asking you something -- what this is, what is that...As much as I like to provide her with all the answers of the universe, sometimes, I just look at her blank and reply "err..mommy don't know wor". WHich is true because most of the time, this mommy really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know O_O. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really wonder, how long this type of questioning from a toddler will last? I hope not too long because I have another little one and she's likely to be doing the same thing, I reckon?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-6629360993095886160?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/6629360993095886160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=6629360993095886160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6629360993095886160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6629360993095886160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/01/chatter-box-queen.html' title='chatter-box Queen'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-882504057015813525</id><published>2011-01-27T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T00:00:08.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the girls' playroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5345166431/" title="girls play room by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5241/5345166431_cefb97d5a1.jpg" width="500" height="353" alt="girls play room" /&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: justify;"&gt;I always liked to have a room where I can just stuff all their toys and whatnots so that, when they play, they only mess up the room and no where else because if you leave the toys in the living-room, chances are they'll end up under the couch, under the coffee table, under God-knows what. So, to clean one room, is easier than cleaning oh, I don't know - the entire living-room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My problem is, I don't have a house with &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;many rooms to spare. We have only 2 rooms upstairs of which are occupied by us (the master-bedroom) and the girls' room. We have only 1 room downstairs which we've since turned it into a study. There used to be a gigantic sofa-bed but we've since moved it up to our room when the girls moved out. So, there's slightly more space in our study for me to put in their mickey mouse study (it comes with 2 chairs and is super cute) table and some of their favorite toys. Unfortunately, the room isn't big enough for all of their toys and books; it'll have to do for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So far, the arrangement served it's purpose especially when they are playing with their &lt;i&gt;masak-masak. &lt;/i&gt;Plus, I can keep an eye on them when I'm on my lappie which turned out to be another advantage having them in the study. Everybody wins in this situation, don't you think? I am hoping of course that one fine day, when we can eventually afford a much larger house (with more rooms), we can then have a room specially for them but for now, it remains just a dream for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-882504057015813525?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/882504057015813525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=882504057015813525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/882504057015813525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/882504057015813525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/01/girls-playroom.html' title='the girls&apos; playroom'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5241/5345166431_cefb97d5a1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-6723683097237100858</id><published>2011-01-24T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:58:08.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So..it looks like Ash isn't just enjoying school, she's becoming more and more independent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She won't allow me to go up the stairs towards her classroom with her. Instead, she'd shoo me away, whilst telling me "&lt;i&gt;Ashley girl go (her)self. Go mommy&lt;/i&gt;". Every time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good? Of course! But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As much as I feel elated with her new found courage, I'm also a wee bit annoyed and can't help but wonder if she's been up to no good at school. And whether, what mischief has she gotten herself into lately. If only I had bought the &lt;a href="http://www.opticsale.com/nikon-binoculars-138-ctg.html"&gt;Nikon binoculars&lt;/a&gt; so I can spy-with-my little-eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alrighty...time for the CSI and Sherlock Holmes in me to get cracking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-6723683097237100858?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/6723683097237100858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=6723683097237100858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6723683097237100858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/6723683097237100858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/01/ms-independent.html' title='Ms Independent'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-9042282478438020223</id><published>2011-01-21T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:00:06.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the girl and her shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5345641248/" title="Ash and Em2 by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5282/5345641248_6385fbd910.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Ash and Em2" /&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and her 'echo' too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;have a wonderful weekend all!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-9042282478438020223?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/9042282478438020223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=9042282478438020223&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/9042282478438020223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/9042282478438020223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/01/girl-and-her-shadow.html' title='the girl and her shadow'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5282/5345641248_6385fbd910_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-1672773823329258035</id><published>2011-01-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T00:00:08.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thaipusam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To those of you celebrating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Holidays too...:-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-1672773823329258035?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/1672773823329258035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=1672773823329258035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1672773823329258035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1672773823329258035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-thaipusam.html' title='Happy Thaipusam'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-2816953754405343276</id><published>2011-01-19T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:00:10.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby's favourite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of my hubby's favorite dish is deviled eggs. He tasted them once and never looked back. But, you know how eggs are high in cholesterol and bla bla bla...not good for the heart at our age. Go read about it at &lt;a href="http://www.allireviews.com/"&gt;alli reviews&lt;/a&gt; and you'll know what I am talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made some for Christmas and every single piece were gone. OK, so I didn't make a whole lot because it was my first time attempting this dish and I was worried about how it'd turn out. I scoured the net for recipes and how-tos. Surprisingly (or not), there are different variations on how to make it. I mean, the fundamental procedure is the same but what you can add onto the eggs after, it's totally up to you. Some even recommended using a blender or food processor to blend the yolk so to have a really silky smooth feel but some preferred to blend and smash the yolk with a fork to have it more textured. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, however you do it, always do what suits you and your family. Never follow every word; adaptation is key.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-2816953754405343276?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/2816953754405343276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=2816953754405343276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2816953754405343276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2816953754405343276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/01/hubbys-favourite.html' title='Hubby&apos;s favourite'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3066015295716156472</id><published>2011-01-17T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T00:00:00.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>onward to Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally...the tree is down. We dismantled it with the girls. Bad idea but we had to because if we did it while Ash's asleep, we would get an earful from her when she wakes to find the tree gone. So, better be safe than sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She did ask us many times why we had to take it down. Even telling her that Christmas is over, all presents have been opened...she was still not satisfied. But, thankfully for us, she happily participated in the demolition process. Even Em wasn't left out. It was done in a jiffy so the pain was short-lived for the tree..:-). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, I did get my floor all dirtied up because the girls kept dragging the tinsels on the floor and around the coffee table. uurrgghh..Can never leave those 2 alone for one minute!&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 that. You know, we didn't get any CNY decors this year for the house. Come to think of it, I don't think we have any in the past to begin with. Hmm..maybe we should be getting some this year. The one thing I feel really strongly about getting is for lime trees and &lt;a href="http://dietpilldiscounts.com/"&gt;most effective diet pills&lt;/a&gt; because how else am I gonna fit into my lil cheongsam? We don't want to bulges around the waist now do we? As for them trees, I think we should have one at least. Time for some more shopping. It's never-ending especially when Chinese New Year is around the corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3066015295716156472?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3066015295716156472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3066015295716156472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3066015295716156472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3066015295716156472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/01/onward-to-chinese-new-year.html' title='onward to Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5602506639283878433</id><published>2011-01-13T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T00:00:03.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a SAHM's new job responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and that would be...being a driver...in addition to oh, you name it - janitor, housekeeper, educator, cook. Of course the last 2 don't really count where I am concerned because I was not much of a student and I certainly can never cook up a storm. But, I tries my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So while I was hoping this new job (on top of everything else) will pay well like how much &lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/specialty_store_6b/black-friday-thanksgiving-deals/63214.html"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/a&gt; promoters receive, apparently, mine gets nothing in return for the hours I spend on the road each day. Absolutely zilch. Nandre. It's a wonder why I applied for the job in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exhausting being the driver. After a week or so, I am ready to give it up to the first person to say "aye" heheh..Oh well, a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do - drive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-5602506639283878433?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5602506639283878433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5602506639283878433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5602506639283878433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5602506639283878433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/01/sahms-new-job-responsibility.html' title='a SAHM&apos;s new job responsibility'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-4427560297993363678</id><published>2011-01-11T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:23:50.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at Restaurant Kong Sai</title><content type='html'>Have you tried them?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we had dinner with my sister and parents on Saturday. My sister suggested Kong Sai at Taman Paramount PJ. You know, I always get confused with where Paramount starts and ends cos I always thought the whole area is Seapark. If you're familiar with PJ, you'll know what I am talking about. Drives me crazy all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, back to dinner. As you know, we hardly eat out. Even before kids, we hardly ate out. If we didn't cook, we'd be at my MIL's or my parents. But, my parents have been pretty adventurous recently and decided -- to hell with the wok, we are eating out!!. So, they have been to more places than I. With kids in tow, it's not easy having your dinner in peace. Ash is ok, but Em can get awfully messy and fidgety. Generally, we just give Em an empty plate, fork and spoon and some food which we feel is ok for her to eat/attempt to eat, she'll be all set. Provided of course, she's not cranky from lack of sleep or whatnot. Otherwise, the fidgety side gets the better of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, naturally, it was the first time we've ever tried the food at this restaurant. My parents and sisters have been here before and raved so much about the food. Not only is the food delicious but the pricing is very reasonable too. Both hubby and I were fine with trying out new places to eat. Besides, we need to know where to go or direct people whenever they asks "what's good around your place?" because we would often give them a blank look and be scratching our head thinking of what/where to go grab some good food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you, the place didn't disappoint at all. The food was really good. The only thing that irked me was how packed the small 25x75 ground floor shop lot was even before 6.30pm. My dad did warn us to go early so we could get the big table and sit comfortably with 2 high chairs. But, no matter how early we went, the place was already packed to the brim. People were waiting outside and inside for tables. The number of people in there, you'd think they were giving away free food! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had my dad's favorite - pork vinegar (&lt;i&gt;chi keok chou&lt;/i&gt;) and peppered pig stomach soup. With that, we also ordered the poached chicken (the chicken was so tender), steamed fish (for the kiddos), &lt;i&gt;yau mak&lt;/i&gt; (a veggie dish) and curry pork ribs with potatoes. They all had the &lt;i&gt;yau fan &lt;/i&gt;while I had plain rice&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Even though Em had her porridge before we left for the restaurant, I still gave her some plain rice, veggie and fish to keep her occupied. She doesn't like being eft out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All plates were licked clean. Except for the pork vinegar cos that came in such a huge serving that my parents couldn't finish the bowl. They &lt;i&gt;tau pau&lt;/i&gt; the remainder home and all went home with a full stomach, ready to hit the sack. The girls slept early and so did we. All happy and completely knackered out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s : I apologize for not taking any pictures. My bad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-4427560297993363678?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/4427560297993363678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=4427560297993363678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/4427560297993363678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/4427560297993363678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/01/dinner-at-restaurant-kong-sai.html' title='Dinner at Restaurant Kong Sai'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3888677315059749795</id><published>2011-01-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:00:04.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5328529149/" title="Em by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5328529149_d5abdcd37e.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Em" /&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: justify;"&gt;She's 20 months. She's gonna oh' so love being 20 months. I was gonna type 20..hahahah..Well, this mommy sometimes wishes she's 20 without the "months" after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And, she's gonna love next week. It's her big big day/week. Hope she'll not act up and throw a fuss. **fingers crossed**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a great weekend y'all. I know it's a short posting and ending so abruptly but I will have a long day so best I get some rest. You guys take care..speak soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3888677315059749795?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3888677315059749795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3888677315059749795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3888677315059749795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3888677315059749795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/01/mini.html' title='Mini'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5210/5328529149_d5abdcd37e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3769630959882314415</id><published>2011-01-06T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T00:00:04.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash's first couple of days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;..were a breeze. I guess &lt;a href="http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2010/12/next-chapter.html"&gt;I got worried for nothing after all&lt;/a&gt;. I should have more faith in my own daughter. Hubby, on the other hand, assured me that she'd do ok but I still had my doubts because she was rather reserved and shy when we met her teacher before school started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She proved me wrong...yet 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 was all prepared for her to bawl her eyes out, cling onto my legs refusing to let go of them. She didn't. She bade me farewell and I was out the door. Since classes were 2 hours the past 3 days, I didn't drive home. Instead, I went grocery shopping with Mini, had tea, even went to the library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first day, I hung around downstairs with Mini. But the 2nd and 3rd day, I went off. I felt relieved for sure that she's finally gain some independence but at the same time, I felt heavy -- like I had to leave a big part of me behind. I have left her behind with her grandparents no doubt, but this is different. Like I had to put my full trust onto a stranger (almost) and hope that this kind soul will look after my kid..even if it's just for a couple of hours. I've gotta learn to trust them. I still am..trying to. &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 how it is with your first born; they tend to receive the best (and worst) from us. Don't get me wrong, of course the feeling is great. No clingy toddler, you can do what you like. Well, it's a 'half feeling' for me because I still have to go through the motion with Mini. I have been dying for this day to come. Strangely, now that &lt;i&gt;the &lt;/i&gt;day has arrived, why am I not enjoying it fully? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is getting late and I am beat. Apart from feeling or supposedly feeling on top of the world, I am tired. ANd I finally know how a soccer mom feels : It.ain't.all.fun.and.games!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-3769630959882314415?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3769630959882314415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3769630959882314415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3769630959882314415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3769630959882314415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/01/ashs-first-couple-of-days.html' title='Ash&apos;s first couple of days...'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-2539491011821364540</id><published>2011-01-05T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T00:00:02.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where is Po Po?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : Where is Po Po (my mom. we were at her house)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : mmm...hm..in the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : **blink** *a little confused* huh? - in the fridge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : **burst into hysterics**...hahahhahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;**************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not related to Po Po but..:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ash : Where is Ashley-girl's prince? Where? Where to find? Where's the prince?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : errmmm...hmmm...mommy try to find ok? Now go &lt;i&gt;orr liu&lt;/i&gt; first..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-2539491011821364540?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/2539491011821364540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=2539491011821364540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2539491011821364540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/2539491011821364540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/01/where-is-po-po.html' title='where is Po Po?'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5517340679203480379</id><published>2011-01-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:00:01.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome twenty eleven!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been a crazy ride and I am starting the year book on a fresh page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We'll see how the story unfolds then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, I am very late with ushering in the new year but I've, we've been busy the last couple of days. Prepping Ash for school, doing last minute shopping, celebrating my dad's birthday. Did you know that the malls have all started their CNY goodies? I was looking for some new clothes for the kids, some for hubby and I and some &lt;a href="http://www.luxorlinens.com/"&gt;Luxury bed linens&lt;/a&gt; and was pretty surprised at how efficient these people were in taking down the Christmas decors and on with the CNY decors. I mean, I haven't even taken down my tree yet!! Perhaps I am still in the Christmasy mood and not yet completely ready for the next celebration. I haven't even spring cleaned my house!! arrgghhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lots to do; so little time. Better get cracking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-5517340679203480379?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5517340679203480379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5517340679203480379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5517340679203480379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5517340679203480379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-twenty-eleven.html' title='Welcome twenty eleven!!'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-3694877742837578828</id><published>2010-12-30T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:32:57.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the next chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next chapter for us, mommy and daughters, will be a challenging one. I'm not sure how it will pan out but as usual, am keeping an open mind and live each day as it comes. Easier said than done actually because I'm not one to go without planning...for anything. There..something I have to keep at learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you know, Ash will be 4 next year. That invariably means she will need to be starting school. During my time, a couple of hundred years ago (heheh..), 4 year olds will still be lounging at home, jumping up and down the sofa and attempt all sorts of crazy stunts to stun their parents. You know...whatever. But, not kids these days; they have to be in school or need to be in school. One reason is because it gives SAHM's like me a couple of hours of break each day. Another reason is because kids these days are so much more alert, intuitive and active that they need challenges after challenges and amazingly, they are able to cope even when you think they couldn't...they will amaze you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, anyway, yes, Ash will be going to school next year. I've met the teacher last weekend and we liked her instantly. Ash was reserved as usual. Which is why I said in the opening of my post that next week will pose somewhat of a challenge to us both. For starters, I am bracing myself to having to go through the motion with Ash for a week or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then, lil Em and I will begin our playgroup together which is what I am looking forward to really. As cliche as it may sound but I did enjoy the sessions with Ash the last time. It gave us plenty of time and freedom without interruption to interact. I didn't have the distraction of household chores, the computer, the cooking, the baby...it was just me and Ash for a good 45 mins each time. And, the rest of the day after that. With Lil Em, it will be similar but then I may have to break the routine a little bit when I pick Ash up from class. So, it may be less amount of time to spend with Lil Em compared to Ash but I am hoping to strike a deal with MIL for her to take Ash in after class during those days when I have the playgroup sessions with Em. And whilst concocting this plan in my head, I will have to be mindful of the fact that MIL isn't getting younger and with each passing year, her stamina and strength wont' be the same...as such, Lil Em's exclusive time with me looks to be a whole lot shorter. I wish for more. Of course I do -- handling 2 is a handful! But seriously, I need that time with her. I feel I owe her that much. I need to be satisfied that I've honestly giving my time fully to her as I've done so with Ash in the first 2 years. Am I even making any sense here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See what I mean about me thinking too much...over-thinking things? I suppose I will cross that bridge when I get to it and hope for the best in the process. &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/7197107563089153691-3694877742837578828?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/3694877742837578828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=3694877742837578828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3694877742837578828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/3694877742837578828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2010/12/next-chapter.html' title='the next chapter'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-1224406663300144407</id><published>2010-12-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:00:02.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas' the night of Xmas Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Traditionally, Christmas dinners are often had on the eve. That's when everyone get together and eat and be merry and then the kids'll leave milk and cookies for Santa to thank him for coming down the Chimney (no Chimney here so...down from the roof?) to place their gifts under the Christmas tree when everyone has gone to bed. Daunting and dangerous task for ol' Santa isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5302985806/" title="D7K_1274 by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5209/5302985806_db596d2b78.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="D7K_1274" /&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;Well..that is tradition. But...we, we broke tradition this year. We had our dinner on Christmas night itself heheh..We don't officially celebrate Christmas as you would've gathered from my previous postings; this is just to fulfill one of Ash's wish. We've done all and am delighted to ell you that she's indeed a happy camper. She has not asked for "snow", "beach" or "Christmas tree" since. It's as if everything that she's ever wanted in her life, she's gotten them and is now a very contented child - NOT!!! hehehe...while yes, it's true she hasn't repetitively asked for those 3 things but she's been asking for other things. We've been doing a pretty darn good job at persuading her not to get those "other things" thus far. How much longer can we hold up? - I don't know but so far...so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5302985798/" title="D7K_1305 by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5128/5302985798_693ac97b78.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="D7K_1305" /&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;OK..back to our dinner. So, we had my family over and PIL. We are all small eaters so lucky me I didn't have to cook much. My mom made the fried mee-hoon and MIL bought satay. We had to have a little fusion to our menu that night because we're talking about 2 of them folks above the ages of 75, another 2 above the ages of 65 -- they seriously needed some familiar tastes. The roast turkey became roast chicken instead because, when my sis found out that San Francisco were selling them at RM200++...we shoved the idea down the drain. Oh..I wasn't about to roast the bird all by myself, are you nuts? Nope..no...no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5302985784/" title="D7K_1381 by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5250/5302985784_5c49a8160d.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="D7K_1381" /&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;It was great fun in the end. Even my Dad participated in the gift giving and receiving. If you knew my Dad, he's hardly a sporting lad. But, I guess one really do mellow with age and will do anything for their grandchild(ren). Everyone had presents. I, of course, made Ash give away presents as well. I bought them all books...hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shireenloh/5302985776/" title="D7K_1378 by Shireen88, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5207/5302985776_febac78ca6.jpg" width="500" height="331" alt="D7K_1378" /&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;I have a feeling this may be a yearly affair from now on. When I am brave enough in later years, we will even have more people over and do the whole turkey thing. I don't know -- I haven't thought about it much. I am simply glad that everything went well that night and we all had a good time. Now, here's hoping for more family Christmas dinners together..&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/7197107563089153691-1224406663300144407?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/1224406663300144407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=1224406663300144407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1224406663300144407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/1224406663300144407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2010/12/twas-night-of-xmas-day.html' title='Twas&apos; the night of Xmas Day..'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5209/5302985806_db596d2b78_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197107563089153691.post-5180283425630708217</id><published>2010-12-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:00:01.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh Shit!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My soon-to-be 4 year old been saying this a couple of times now. I heard her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shit!! Double shit&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;I have a strong feeling she learnt that from us (or me?), don't cha think so?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hmmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197107563089153691-5180283425630708217?l=shireenloh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/feeds/5180283425630708217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197107563089153691&amp;postID=5180283425630708217&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5180283425630708217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197107563089153691/posts/default/5180283425630708217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shireenloh.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-shit.html' title='&quot;Oh Shit!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Shireen Loh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
