<?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-30768441</id><updated>2012-01-17T17:53:18.493+08:00</updated><category term='Tidak Halal'/><category term='horse'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='Jayden'/><category term='product review'/><category term='Masak Masak'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Family'/><category term='header'/><category term='GIF'/><category term='Maid'/><category term='plants'/><category term='Bloggerwave'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='My Work'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Experience'/><category term='Laffs'/><category term='Saja la..'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Knowledge'/><category term='cari makan post'/><category term='More Blas about work'/><category term='Makan Makan'/><category term='BoBoCaCa'/><category term='General'/><category term='Justin'/><category term='conversation'/><category term='disclosure'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='sewingmonster'/><category term='Me Me Me'/><category term='illustration'/><category term='Do-It-Myself'/><category term='bento'/><category term='Question'/><category term='NeNeBuBu'/><category term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>911</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-1142903590953167598</id><published>2012-01-11T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T11:40:56.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Me Me'/><title type='text'>Busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woah! MIA for 13 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you all know, sch just started. This year my lil baby is going to sch too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CuPGsGq-n0/Twz_7sHdVoI/AAAAAAAADfY/0HAVJZBpnWg/s1600/373967_10150579577231807_719206806_10937957_1525532593_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CuPGsGq-n0/Twz_7sHdVoI/AAAAAAAADfY/0HAVJZBpnWg/s320/373967_10150579577231807_719206806_10937957_1525532593_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was alright at the beginning but it's been a week now and still there are a few ppl who cries in class. So the teacher cannot start to teach or concentrate on other kids, so lil boy is abit bored and reluctant to go to sch. Today he wore his slippers to school as a sign of refusal to go to sch :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O8shh9OqDIA/Tw0Ak9N76mI/AAAAAAAADfo/a5kdapvknlQ/s1600/394155_10150595050166807_719206806_10999448_1104034872_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O8shh9OqDIA/Tw0Ak9N76mI/AAAAAAAADfo/a5kdapvknlQ/s320/394155_10150595050166807_719206806_10999448_1104034872_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPATfx05hEw/Tw0AfD87y2I/AAAAAAAADfg/1x1dDuyKnOw/s1600/396485_10150579662846807_719206806_10938419_725656412_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPATfx05hEw/Tw0AfD87y2I/AAAAAAAADfg/1x1dDuyKnOw/s320/396485_10150579662846807_719206806_10938419_725656412_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jayden is very good. He is very excited and happy that he get to go back to sch. I don't know why, but he just love to study. Just wait until he get his homework, then probably he'll start to wear slipper to sch too. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I've also posted 2 tutorial in my Sewing Monster website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54eeVNOCwg0/Twa24Vm55OI/AAAAAAAADdw/fBgfUP__q5U/s1600/photo-99.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-54eeVNOCwg0/Twa24Vm55OI/AAAAAAAADdw/fBgfUP__q5U/s320/photo-99.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesewingmonster.com/2012/01/baby-wipes.html"&gt;A very simple baby wipes tutorial.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-koNL4jatLt4/TwbY4MmSNFI/AAAAAAAADd4/MsiVCOq0xjw/s1600/photo-111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-koNL4jatLt4/TwbY4MmSNFI/AAAAAAAADd4/MsiVCOq0xjw/s320/photo-111.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesewingmonster.com/2012/01/tutorial-baby-bib.html"&gt;And also a baby bib tutorial.&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;And since I'm waiting for my customer's feedback on the packaging design, I've been working on our photobook (bought the voucher almost 2 years ago and its nearly expiring!) and hopefully get our holiday pictures printed out first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpopwwE08RY/Tw0ET7raufI/AAAAAAAADf0/ICv5CMaH9AE/s200/014.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPV0PvuHYDI/Tw0ETQvR8VI/AAAAAAAADfw/SGW03Eo1voQ/s1600/015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yPV0PvuHYDI/Tw0ETQvR8VI/AAAAAAAADfw/SGW03Eo1voQ/s200/015.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the hardest part is doing the baby photobook. I've lost all Justin's first year baby pics after I resigned and returned the mac back to my company. I've save the pic somewhere and I cannot find the cd anywhere. But then, life must go on. Now on, I need to save the pictures properly *finger crossed* and this year I wanna be more organised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(say only.. dunno berjaya or not Ahaks!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-1142903590953167598?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1142903590953167598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=1142903590953167598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1142903590953167598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1142903590953167598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2012/01/busy.html' title='Busy!'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CuPGsGq-n0/Twz_7sHdVoI/AAAAAAAADfY/0HAVJZBpnWg/s72-c/373967_10150579577231807_719206806_10937957_1525532593_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-7977796941620974565</id><published>2011-12-29T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:15:54.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Finally P&amp;O is out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After our &lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-visit-to-dentist.html"&gt;first visit&lt;/a&gt; to the dentist, both my SIL smsed me the contact for child friendly dentist. So since one of the is just opposite our &lt;a href="http://www.yenjai.net/"&gt;Dr's clinic&lt;/a&gt;, I said&lt;i&gt; " hey why not just bring and see what she says"&lt;/i&gt;. So off we went to Smile Dental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The kids were greeted with Nickelodeon's cartoons and also a play area. When she called Jayden into the room, she told him that the chair was a spaceship and he can control it if he press a few buttons. He got too excited when she allowed him to press some buttons to see the chairs going up and down. &amp;nbsp;Then got him up to the chair and began to inspect his teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHsoo_C9T_E/TvxOUw6wRlI/AAAAAAAADbQ/H8na1Ts3Nhc/s1600/382618_10150547711631807_719206806_10782531_1151679135_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHsoo_C9T_E/TvxOUw6wRlI/AAAAAAAADbQ/H8na1Ts3Nhc/s400/382618_10150547711631807_719206806_10782531_1151679135_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He kept asking her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;can you change the channel?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;can you increase the volume?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yes the kid can watch tele while the dentist check on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then he asked the weirdest question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you remove your white gloves? I don't like it O.o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So the dentist checked and said that we can remove the teeth today but with a jab, but looks like JD is not going to cooperate while she jab his gums. So best is to go home and shake the teeth and hopefully one week later it will be better and she can remove it using the numbing gel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Just to introduce him to dentistry, she said maybe she can polish his teeth and let him feel how is it like to visit the dentist. So she polished his teeth, he giggled and said it's ticklish. He saw the paste she used and asked her &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"is that strawberry toothpaste?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; She said "no. Its bubble gum flavour". &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"Can you give me strawberry flavour toothpaste?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. She said &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"okay. this is strawberry bubblegum flavour toothpaste"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Voila. he sat quitely and she polished his teeth without any fuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So its been a week since the last visit and today was the day to remove his so called crocodile teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uyxukQzscVU/TvxQqG_es6I/AAAAAAAADbc/2eIuClXDVIM/s1600/DSC00919s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uyxukQzscVU/TvxQqG_es6I/AAAAAAAADbc/2eIuClXDVIM/s320/DSC00919s.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Can u see the extra teeth sprouting behind? That's the new teeth. The dentist said it's quite shaky but not that shaky. So we need to apply some gel and quickly remove both the teeth, &lt;b&gt;F-A-S-T&lt;/b&gt;. She told me &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"mummy, please harden yr heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I said &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"naah... no problem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. And she started.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=109786" height="338" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=ac760ba447&amp;photo_id=6593190671&amp;hd_default=false"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=109786"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=109786" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=ac760ba447&amp;photo_id=6593190671&amp;hd_default=false" height="338" width="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(do not watch with yr kids. Otherwise you will freak them out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;1,2,3........10. And he cried so loud and began to tear. It's been so long since I am helpless when any of my babies cried in pain (cos i usually laugh at them and say "i told you!") &amp;nbsp;But I manage to held back and told him something lah. I forgot what i said edi. You can hear it in the video. hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, the process was fast. And while he was crying I gave him a new train. And quickly he went off to open and play with it. But scream once in a while, while waiting for me to do my filling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So I took the teeth back and washed it really nice and dried it up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-y6F3IZJ3A/TvxS38qWTaI/AAAAAAAADbo/v7Xwoev5QyI/s1600/photo-92.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i-y6F3IZJ3A/TvxS38qWTaI/AAAAAAAADbo/v7Xwoev5QyI/s400/photo-92.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And put it into the Baby Tooth I won from &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fabmomsntots.com/index.php?act=viewProd&amp;amp;productId=69"&gt;Fab Moms &amp;amp; Tots&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGBmHwB56Jo/TvxTcNtUMOI/AAAAAAAADck/T8vZlMtbk-8/s1600/photo-90.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGBmHwB56Jo/TvxTcNtUMOI/AAAAAAAADck/T8vZlMtbk-8/s320/photo-90.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;place them exactly to the tooth placement in the mouth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vevCwuv7T7U/TvxTFCsO5fI/AAAAAAAADb0/3hBm5fiv7NM/s1600/photo-87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vevCwuv7T7U/TvxTFCsO5fI/AAAAAAAADb0/3hBm5fiv7NM/s400/photo-87.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the album with the plastic container.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpBzAXh3RZE/TvxTMDitLbI/AAAAAAAADcA/-UOZzS2PGRQ/s1600/photo-88.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kpBzAXh3RZE/TvxTMDitLbI/AAAAAAAADcA/-UOZzS2PGRQ/s320/photo-88.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His name written on the album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dt6rih8vNU/TvxTQLgELeI/AAAAAAAADcM/7_eMh2ologU/s1600/photo-89.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Dt6rih8vNU/TvxTQLgELeI/AAAAAAAADcM/7_eMh2ologU/s320/photo-89.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The date that it came off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Now do you know why the blog post is called P&amp;amp;O??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;cos the placement of the teeth was labelled as P &amp;amp; O in this chart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfDOhFHrbEc/TvxUG3hrZ6I/AAAAAAAADc4/d0U_syEs5u4/s1600/photo-91.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SfDOhFHrbEc/TvxUG3hrZ6I/AAAAAAAADc4/d0U_syEs5u4/s320/photo-91.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm so proud of him. Spoke to him after we got back from the dentist and he told me it's not painful anymore. But he is scared to eat cos he said &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"later the food go into the hole how??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; So I guess it's gonna take him a few more days before he can settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;If you would like to bring your kids to a children friendly dentist, I'd recommend you Smile Dental located at :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;14-A (First Floor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jalan 21/12, SEA Park,&lt;br /&gt;46300 Petaling Jaya&lt;br /&gt;Selangor, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Telephone: +603-7875-0727&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-7977796941620974565?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/7977796941620974565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=7977796941620974565' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7977796941620974565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7977796941620974565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-p-is-out.html' title='Finally P&amp;O is out.'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHsoo_C9T_E/TvxOUw6wRlI/AAAAAAAADbQ/H8na1Ts3Nhc/s72-c/382618_10150547711631807_719206806_10782531_1151679135_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6428650900548594768</id><published>2011-12-28T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T11:51:15.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Taiping Equine Park</title><content type='html'>We're in Taiping during Christmas for a road trip Ipoh-Taiping holiday with my in law's family. One of the activity we did was to visit Taiping Equine Park so that the kids can ride on the horses. If you are wondering where is Equine Park, its around the Taiping Lake Garden, on the left before the Zoo/Night Safari. (it's a one way street around Taiping Lake Garden so everyone goes round and round like merry go round).&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the price list for the different rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmTiwwckvwo/TvqN8WtjmuI/AAAAAAAADZ8/fK_YIzQyM8M/s1600/DSC00961s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmTiwwckvwo/TvqN8WtjmuI/AAAAAAAADZ8/fK_YIzQyM8M/s640/DSC00961s.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jayden got very excited and surprisingly he asked to go on a ride , by HIMSELF. &amp;nbsp;I though okay fine.. maybe he'll chicken out at the last minute. But &amp;nbsp;I was so wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kF_03fBuLJw/TvqOMqEacLI/AAAAAAAADaI/V-uQXMM4-Qg/s1600/DSC00963s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kF_03fBuLJw/TvqOMqEacLI/AAAAAAAADaI/V-uQXMM4-Qg/s640/DSC00963s.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happily wore the helmet and hopped on THAT particular horse that he like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfG0U2BKzEk/TvqOgXDRE0I/AAAAAAAADaU/prIi9Wvuag0/s1600/DSC00966s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfG0U2BKzEk/TvqOgXDRE0I/AAAAAAAADaU/prIi9Wvuag0/s640/DSC00966s.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so proud of him. No sign of fear at all. No wonder they use horses for therapies with kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gKPqM0ADGg0/TvqPCL6L7sI/AAAAAAAADag/PT1vNyv-p2E/s1600/DSC00971s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gKPqM0ADGg0/TvqPCL6L7sI/AAAAAAAADag/PT1vNyv-p2E/s640/DSC00971s.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He kept patting and "sayang"ing the horse for that 2 rounds. Can see that he loves the horse ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Md4AFkaFdSE/TvqPPpA45FI/AAAAAAAADas/GWorhwL7jd0/s1600/DSC00975s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Md4AFkaFdSE/TvqPPpA45FI/AAAAAAAADas/GWorhwL7jd0/s640/DSC00975s.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a pose right??? *LOL* actually I think he was scratching his head or adjusting his helmet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who also wanted to ride after he saw his kor kor riding on a horse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqlgM_lBTo4/TvqPbyuLEmI/AAAAAAAADa4/mWnoo0HRYNs/s1600/DSC00976s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iqlgM_lBTo4/TvqPbyuLEmI/AAAAAAAADa4/mWnoo0HRYNs/s400/DSC00976s.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lil guy wanted to ride but with one condition - IF mami goes along. What to do ? Go lah! He was pretty excited when he got on the horse. But as soon as the horse started to walk, there were TOTAL SILENCE. For the first time, my son is speechless. Ha! Even I am abit afraid cos the horse is the biggest one so we're quite high from the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqTdo3Z7Zz0/TvqP26UQ61I/AAAAAAAADbE/E9eXd2Pz-K8/s1600/DSC00979s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqTdo3Z7Zz0/TvqP26UQ61I/AAAAAAAADbE/E9eXd2Pz-K8/s640/DSC00979s.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Mami, I am scared"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. There's still one more round to go so I told him&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; "No need to be scared. Prince (the horse's name) is the best horse here. He is the ONLY white horse here. A special one. And he is handsome , just like you!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Syiok lah after that. And we survived 2 rounds of riding on a horse without him asking to go down halfway. Phew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say I'm pretty happy that we brought them here. I discovered that Jayden is fearless and is very adventurous compared to the brother. And both of them enjoyed the ride. So did I. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6428650900548594768?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6428650900548594768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6428650900548594768' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6428650900548594768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6428650900548594768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/12/taiping-equine-park.html' title='Taiping Equine Park'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmTiwwckvwo/TvqN8WtjmuI/AAAAAAAADZ8/fK_YIzQyM8M/s72-c/DSC00961s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-7381576370856491267</id><published>2011-12-27T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:55:38.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan Makan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product review'/><title type='text'>Nancy Chong's All Time Favourite Butter Cake</title><content type='html'>I've heard and seen alot of reviews about her cake and I've been waiting for someone to bring it for me all the way from Ipoh but I'm always not in good luck. I was there yesterday in Ipoh and I told my husband, &lt;i&gt;"let's call her up and see if she has extra or not"&lt;/i&gt;. Unsure about whether she is opened during a public holiday, I tried my luck and called her. Voila! I got the last one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oXjg112RxM/Tvl2S2A4aYI/AAAAAAAADZY/UXux9cpjIco/s1600/401446_10150560265421807_719206806_10837252_484916587_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oXjg112RxM/Tvl2S2A4aYI/AAAAAAAADZY/UXux9cpjIco/s640/401446_10150560265421807_719206806_10837252_484916587_n.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her house is just behind the Ipoh Specialist Hospital and when I got into her house, her entire house smells like butter. And her kitchen was a serious cake production site. No Joke. Cupcakes, huge butter cakes, icings were in the table. Didn't snap pic tho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many said, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It's old fashion but it taste heavenly"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. When I took my first bite, I was like OMG! its is really fluffy and nice. And the icing is super sweet but if you eat together with the cake , it is just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I know how Nancy Chong's butter cake taste like. And I achieved another target for this year - taste Nancy Chong Butter Cake. I have yet to achieve another target of mine which is - Bake a Cake that is edible and presentable as Bday Cake. Oh well... always can bring forward to another year since I am my own boss :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdUR0n7W_Wg/Tvl4sziUBwI/AAAAAAAADZk/k83qPFV3kr8/s1600/photo-86.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdUR0n7W_Wg/Tvl4sziUBwI/AAAAAAAADZk/k83qPFV3kr8/s320/photo-86.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;1kg Butter Cake is Rm42 and if you would like to order from her, her addy is as per the pic above ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-7381576370856491267?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/7381576370856491267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=7381576370856491267' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7381576370856491267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7381576370856491267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/12/nancy-chongs-all-time-favourite-butter.html' title='Nancy Chong&apos;s All Time Favourite Butter Cake'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oXjg112RxM/Tvl2S2A4aYI/AAAAAAAADZY/UXux9cpjIco/s72-c/401446_10150560265421807_719206806_10837252_484916587_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-1145568256866014104</id><published>2011-12-20T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:54:33.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Me Me'/><title type='text'>What to tell the credit card man</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I used to get approached (by the credit card man/woman) alot but now, less. (hehe probably I don't have the OfficeLook anymore eh?) So, I have tried a few excuses to give to them so that they will stop &lt;s&gt;bugging&lt;/s&gt; approaching me. But this was the latest story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit Card Man(CCM): Maam, credit card for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *smile* I am not qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCM: Sure qualified wan! You have credit card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeap. But I am not working. And its a supp card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCM: Oh.. Like that ah. But why not you try and sign up and see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *big smile* look, I am a housewife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMM: OOhhhh.... thank you ah....*bounce off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Not qualified, also still approachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not working also still approachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you mention the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; word, I mean&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;H&lt;/span&gt;ousewife word they will eventually bounce off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love to see their facial expression when I mention it. It's as though they have met with a ghost and they will quickly walk away and find new prospects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that its like an insult to housewives that even credit card man also think that we're penniless. But in this case, NEVERMIND lah..... less ppl bugging me, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q19Z4qTH5Hs/TvBa80hhDWI/AAAAAAAADZM/Gb4OPUma2A8/s1600/housewife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q19Z4qTH5Hs/TvBa80hhDWI/AAAAAAAADZM/Gb4OPUma2A8/s1600/housewife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-1145568256866014104?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1145568256866014104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=1145568256866014104' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1145568256866014104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1145568256866014104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-to-tell-credit-card-man.html' title='What to tell the credit card man'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q19Z4qTH5Hs/TvBa80hhDWI/AAAAAAAADZM/Gb4OPUma2A8/s72-c/housewife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6758260100262536743</id><published>2011-12-16T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T17:20:46.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>Booger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/6519976123/" title="ninjaeatbooger by sashatan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="ninjaeatbooger" height="450" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6519976123_d0674ef0fe_o.gif" width="540" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6758260100262536743?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6758260100262536743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6758260100262536743' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6758260100262536743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6758260100262536743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/12/booger.html' title='Booger'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-8669823353029198948</id><published>2011-12-15T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T12:41:05.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewingmonster'/><title type='text'>Sewing Monster Is Back?</title><content type='html'>Well... kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sewing for sale. BUT, I will be sewing for fun this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No deadlines, no commitments, no headache with requests and best of all, no stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my first sewing project after a long hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTFJH2eQud8/Tul1Im6J9tI/AAAAAAAADY4/yztJgVSin30/s1600/photo-78.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTFJH2eQud8/Tul1Im6J9tI/AAAAAAAADY4/yztJgVSin30/s400/photo-78.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesewingmonster.com/2011/12/washable-pads.html"&gt;Hop on over to find out&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&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/30768441-8669823353029198948?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/8669823353029198948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=8669823353029198948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8669823353029198948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8669823353029198948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/12/sewing-monster-is-back.html' title='Sewing Monster Is Back?'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTFJH2eQud8/Tul1Im6J9tI/AAAAAAAADY4/yztJgVSin30/s72-c/photo-78.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-9190228324971750337</id><published>2011-11-29T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T15:38:08.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product review'/><title type='text'>Oven Cleaner From BYOB</title><content type='html'>When my maid was around, I don't know why my stove is usually black. I asked her to clean and she said "cannot". So when she left and I took over the house chores, I started to hunt for gadgets to make cleaning easier and faster. And at last, I managed to turn my stove from black into silver but still it'll never be perfect silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then on, I am quite anal about my kitchen stove being dirty. I will not stop scrubbing or trying different products until its clean.&amp;nbsp;So that day, I accidentally left my fire too big, soup spilled over and it got burnt on my stove and became black. And someone else burnt the other stove with maggie mee or something and it became equally black too. I usually use Mr Muscle's Foam degreaser and this costs about Rm25 for a bottle, which I think I used like 5 times? I managed to spray onto the right stove and didn't have enough for my left stove. My right stove was pretty clean but my left stove was, horrendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried with &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/BYOB.Malaysia"&gt;BYOB&lt;/a&gt;'s kitchen degreaser, but only a lil came off.&lt;i&gt;( But the kitchen degreaser works great on the other part of the stove and also the wall. Grease came off with just one wipe.)&lt;/i&gt; But this burnt mark is really hard to remove. So I asked BYOB's boss whether there is any product that can remove the burnt stain and he said "GOT!!". So I went to his shop and bought laundry detergent, dettol gel (i use alot of this to wash my porch cos my dog is there, pee, poo, eat - sigh), kitchen degreaser, body shampoo, dishwashing liquid, hand gel for my dad's workshop, kitchen scouring cream and what else ah? I forgot, too many things! and the bill came up to Rm50 ++ for so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the stove story. As soon as I got home from BYOB I quickly tried the oven cleaner. Spray it all over and left it sit in for a while. This is my stove before using &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/BYOB.Malaysia"&gt;BYOB's&lt;/a&gt; oven cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fcMi1Odj1s/TtR-116m5RI/AAAAAAAADWk/ebZSFeqg7mE/s1600/photo-72.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fcMi1Odj1s/TtR-116m5RI/AAAAAAAADWk/ebZSFeqg7mE/s320/photo-72.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Faster say EEEEEeeeeeeee!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ryidNJoQdA/TtR_yMoyXWI/AAAAAAAADW0/JHzHY9JOnvg/s1600/photo-74.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ryidNJoQdA/TtR_yMoyXWI/AAAAAAAADW0/JHzHY9JOnvg/s320/photo-74.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sprayed some oven cleaner and went up to bath. Came down 15 mins later and gave it a good scrub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't happy with the outcome and I smsed BYOB's boss (kesian, so late also still gotto layan me :P) and he told me to try it after I cooked something, when the oven is hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I did it this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGbDjhLS4hc/TtR_Ch6d5rI/AAAAAAAADWs/WPe-cdlPMCg/s1600/photo-73.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGbDjhLS4hc/TtR_Ch6d5rI/AAAAAAAADWs/WPe-cdlPMCg/s320/photo-73.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tadaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9iXiFIphdTU/TtSAiMkazOI/AAAAAAAADW8/q3gnrerrb_0/s1600/photo-75.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9iXiFIphdTU/TtSAiMkazOI/AAAAAAAADW8/q3gnrerrb_0/s400/photo-75.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before and After.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not 100% clean but hey, it's much better than when my maid was around so I'm pretty proud of myself edi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How much did I spend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rm5 for one litre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I was using Mr Muscle's Foam Degreaser and I spent Rm25 for the bottle that can be used for 5 times only and now I am spending Rm5 for 1 litre of oven cleaner from &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/BYOB.Malaysia"&gt;BYOB&lt;/a&gt; and there's alot left over. Guess this will last me for a year :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-9190228324971750337?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/9190228324971750337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=9190228324971750337' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/9190228324971750337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/9190228324971750337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/11/kitchen-degreaser-from-byob.html' title='Oven Cleaner From BYOB'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fcMi1Odj1s/TtR-116m5RI/AAAAAAAADWk/ebZSFeqg7mE/s72-c/photo-72.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3546759923272685263</id><published>2011-11-25T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:00:02.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masak Masak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tidak Halal'/><title type='text'>Sasha Cook: Braised Ginger Spare Ribs with 5 ingredients only)</title><content type='html'>I suck at cooking and will always be cos I am so lazy to go and find the different ingredients (esp looonnng list) just to make one dish. So that day I found some spare ribs in my fridge. I thought hokay... let's check the recipe book and see what I can make. Wah! Wah! so many ingredients! Nevermind! Check google. wah! wah! the kwai lowe ones are even more ingredients. Okay Give up! So I went to check my fridge instead and found ginger &amp;amp; hoisin sauce. Don't know what is the end result will be like but what the heck? That's the only thing I have :P But I am happy to say I am quite happy with the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I did:&lt;br /&gt;1. Marinated the spare ribs with finely &lt;i&gt;julienne ginger, ground black pepper, soya sauce and hoisin&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sauce&lt;/i&gt;. Notice that I do not have specific amount for each ingredients? well, that's me. Use your heart to cook! (I dumped everything into a tupperware and shake the fella up and yank it into the fridge for few hours. )&lt;br /&gt;2. Took it out 1 hour before I cook in order for the meat to be room temp.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pan fry the spare ribs first and once its slightly browned...&lt;br /&gt;4. mix some water into the tupperware (with the extra marinate) and pour into the spare ribs. Make sure the water level is enough to cover the spare ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHzuIA0UHoc/Ts49s6IneGI/AAAAAAAADWU/ZVndKKBARJg/s1600/320686_10150483415701807_719206806_10582393_1551283073_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHzuIA0UHoc/Ts49s6IneGI/AAAAAAAADWU/ZVndKKBARJg/s400/320686_10150483415701807_719206806_10582393_1551283073_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Turn the fire to low setting and let it simmer and slowly till the sauce is thicken and the spare ribs are soft enough. If you want thicker sauce, you can thicken the sauce with some corn starch powder mixed with some water.&lt;br /&gt;6. Serve with rice or you can even cook it with Yee Mee (add in at step 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLAEbO_5uYQ/Ts496E_a_kI/AAAAAAAADWc/hem2mWz-Xe8/s1600/393547_10150483506181807_719206806_10582786_963809828_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLAEbO_5uYQ/Ts496E_a_kI/AAAAAAAADWc/hem2mWz-Xe8/s400/393547_10150483506181807_719206806_10582786_963809828_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tadaa! My braised ginger spare ribs with hoisin sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/30768441-3546759923272685263?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3546759923272685263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3546759923272685263' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3546759923272685263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3546759923272685263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/11/sasha-cook-braised-ginger-spare-ribs.html' title='Sasha Cook: Braised Ginger Spare Ribs with 5 ingredients only)'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHzuIA0UHoc/Ts49s6IneGI/AAAAAAAADWU/ZVndKKBARJg/s72-c/320686_10150483415701807_719206806_10582393_1551283073_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-842604953744494594</id><published>2011-11-23T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T19:03:01.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do-It-Myself'/><title type='text'>DIY: Personalised Birthday Gift - Scrabble Tile Names</title><content type='html'>November is always the month that I look forward too cos its my birthday month and also my bestie's. Her bday is only 9 days after mine. Since this year she has a new baby and a new house, I thought why not make something for her and her hub too since his birthday is only 4 days away from hers and include her baby into the picture too? So I decided to make a frame with scrabble tiled names of the family,&lt;i&gt; also adapted the idea from pinterest =) What is the point of pinning and never do them right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gjE67HcNT8A/TszKwJj7msI/AAAAAAAADWE/6MhwxeTvZa0/s1600/DSC_0904+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gjE67HcNT8A/TszKwJj7msI/AAAAAAAADWE/6MhwxeTvZa0/s640/DSC_0904+copy.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the scrabble best cos I managed to put their daughter's name in the middle and connect both of their &amp;nbsp;names together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping for the items that was needed together when I did this gift for&lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/11/lil-gift-for-his-teacher.html"&gt; JD teacher's gift&lt;/a&gt;. I found the frame from ikea and some "light" wood from Daiso. So when I got home, I quickly started to saw the wood into cubes. 3 cm x 3 cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKzxhVzfxR8/TszJWJPAEgI/AAAAAAAADV8/faT9KEDhCzc/s1600/photo-71.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKzxhVzfxR8/TszJWJPAEgI/AAAAAAAADV8/faT9KEDhCzc/s400/photo-71.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After sawing the wood into cubes, I sandpaper them and made the wood cube smooth in order for me to paint the letter and numbers on. Then.... i didn't take the picture of the next step cos....&lt;br /&gt;1. initially I wanted to carve the letters on. But then my tool is not suitable. Failed!&lt;br /&gt;2. I wanted to paint the letters on the cube but my brush is not fine enough. Failed!&lt;br /&gt;3. painted the letters using pencil tip as brush. Failed!&lt;br /&gt;4. Wanted to write the letters using pen but the ink smeared. Failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lastly, I decided to put a layer of celotape on the cube and cut the letters out. Peel the letters out and then brush a layer of paint on it. Voila! As for the numbers, impposible for me to cut the celotape or brush them on. So what to do? Write the number on with ballpoint pen. :) (why never write the letter with the ballpoint pen? cannot... cos it will make the surface jaggered and not smooth. You can only use ballpoint pen for a single stroke letter on wood. er... you know what I mean ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljqzZ4pnnxg/TszK-4AAbOI/AAAAAAAADWM/eESx7kSOHuo/s1600/photo-70.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljqzZ4pnnxg/TszK-4AAbOI/AAAAAAAADWM/eESx7kSOHuo/s320/photo-70.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;aisay.... didn't take a close shot of the scrabble tiles. This is the closest I took. I have another one but it was blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to give it to her before her birthday cos we're all busy with wedding dinners and all. So I gave it to her as her belated birthday gift and also early birthday gift for her husband. They looked happy and pleased (I hope!) and her hub even asked me to sign on it. hahaha oh well.. will be dropping by later at their house to officiate the "art" later. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-842604953744494594?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/842604953744494594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=842604953744494594' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/842604953744494594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/842604953744494594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/11/diy-personalised-birthday-gift-scrabble.html' title='DIY: Personalised Birthday Gift - Scrabble Tile Names'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gjE67HcNT8A/TszKwJj7msI/AAAAAAAADWE/6MhwxeTvZa0/s72-c/DSC_0904+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-4811182749843183868</id><published>2011-11-22T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:22:55.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Biting my own tongue</title><content type='html'>Justin has got this "thing" about me telling him that everything that I cannot buy for him is &lt;b&gt;EXPENSIVE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he was 2 and just started to talk in sentence..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Justin, can you please pass mami that (i forgot what is that thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: okay. But wait...*tap tap finger on table*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: wait what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: wait for a while. *tap tao finger on table*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: okay. now you can have it. Its &lt;b&gt;EXPENSIVE&lt;/b&gt; already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was when he was 2yrs old. And now that he is 3 years and 2 months old...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: lime;"&gt;SCENE 1: at the bookstore and he picked up a pack of stationaries..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: Mami, how much is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: it's 6.90&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: *look sad* means expensive. Put it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *laugh in my heart* good boy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: lime;"&gt;SCENE 2: &amp;nbsp;buying Lightning Mcqueen toy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: mami, the lightning mcqueen toy you buy for Jeremy... is it expensive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: yeah. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: but why you buy expensive toy for Jeremy wan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: cos Jeremy gotto stay in the hospital that day ma. So buy for him and make him happy la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: er... can you buy for me the lightning mcqueen , not so expensive one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: haha Nope. Cos all also so expensive wan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: can you go find the cheap lightning mcqueen toy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: aiyayaya....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: lime;"&gt;SCENE 3: at shoe store in Midvalley last Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: wait wait a min. I need to go and get a new pair of shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: but why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: cos all my shoes broken edi. I need to get a pair of shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: But! all the shoes here are &lt;b&gt;EXPENSIVE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Aiyah.. on sale now lah. So not so expensive okay? *try shoes*.. so tell me. what do you think about this shoe?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: Hmmm... it's nice. BUT let me check how much it is first *get down and remove shoes from my leg and looked at the price tag* Read for me. How much is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: 30 dollar after sale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: Means.. it's expensive. Put it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: -.-''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai.....i don't know wanna laugh or cry first cos I felt like I just bit my own tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-4811182749843183868?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4811182749843183868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=4811182749843183868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4811182749843183868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4811182749843183868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/11/biting-my-own-tongue.html' title='Biting my own tongue'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-5812258296154404414</id><published>2011-11-17T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:21:15.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do-It-Myself'/><title type='text'>A Lil' Gift For His Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Party Day in his school today and its also the "unofficial last day" to attend school today. So everyone was supposed to bring some food, dress in whatever outfit you want to, go to school without bag and just go crazy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His teacher, Teacher C has been teaching him for the past 2 years and Jayden adores her. She won't be teaching him next year so I thought that we should give her something just to say thanks for her patience and guidance for these 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After viewing pinterest and also &lt;a href="http://mottisland.com/2011/06/27/made-for-ali/"&gt;Mott's&lt;/a&gt;, I decided that maybe this is the right gift for the teacher. So off to Ikea to hunt for the frame and also some crayons and this is the final outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZG4jc6fgto/TsR77ZpRe_I/AAAAAAAADVs/KkJPIAmTOBk/s1600/teachersgift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZG4jc6fgto/TsR77ZpRe_I/AAAAAAAADVs/KkJPIAmTOBk/s400/teachersgift.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How to do it: Print out the alphabet, arrange the crayons on the alphabet and cut off according to the shapes. I used hot gun glue to attach the crayons on it.&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="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bq0YXXCZ3Hs/TsR76hfnJCI/AAAAAAAADVo/aqd5jGbUUDg/s1600/teachergift2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bq0YXXCZ3Hs/TsR76hfnJCI/AAAAAAAADVo/aqd5jGbUUDg/s400/teachergift2.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did the crayons and he did the writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He gave this to Teacher C this morning and she was very surprised. She hugged and gave him a kiss and I can see that she was in tears. But my boy was too shy to react, he just stood there like a log. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, time flies. Next year he'll be in his final year in kindy (finally! after so many years in this kindy since 2 yrs old). Just praying and hoping that his teacher will be as good as Teacher C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-5812258296154404414?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/5812258296154404414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=5812258296154404414' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/5812258296154404414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/5812258296154404414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/11/lil-gift-for-his-teacher.html' title='A Lil&apos; Gift For His Teacher'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZG4jc6fgto/TsR77ZpRe_I/AAAAAAAADVs/KkJPIAmTOBk/s72-c/teachersgift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-1730987144032308788</id><published>2011-11-15T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:05:30.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>First Visit To The Dentist</title><content type='html'>Brought kid No.1 to the dentist cos' 2 of his teeth started to grow inward even before the old one went off. Worried that the new teeth will grow very ugly, I brought him to the dentist to ask for opinion. So as soon as we got to the dentist, JD started to nag and scold me saying that he won't let the dentist touch him or let him remove his teeth. Since we went around 3.30pm, we're the only customer at that time and in no time we're in the dentist's treatment room. He refused to go in, made a whole lot of noise and finally I managed to get him into the room but still, he refused to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: Come, JD. Come and sit down. Let Dr see what's wrong with your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;JD: Nothing WRONG LAH! Nothing! No need to SEE!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aiyoh.. JD please lah. Sit down. Just sit down okay?&lt;br /&gt;JD:HAIYAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he went to sit down and both dentist and myself wanna faint. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mka2AYGl_A/TsIn-R1-XpI/AAAAAAAADVc/U8QUyKWWKXo/s1600/ninjadentist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mka2AYGl_A/TsIn-R1-XpI/AAAAAAAADVc/U8QUyKWWKXo/s400/ninjadentist.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his legs up at the head-rest! He did it cos he was angry and scared at the dentist not because he doesn't know how to sit at the chair. Speaking about being defiant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist eyes went big and he got a shocked. I think this was his first time seeing someone doing this. he went speechless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me, aiyoyoyoyoyoyo I know that he likes to do this at home and once in post office (and his leg actually accidently hit someone's body and got that person pissed like hell) but I have never expected him to do this at the dentist. MY GOD! Paiseh-ness! I don't know wanna laugh first or to cry first seriously! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I asked him to turn around and sit properly. Reluctantly, he sat and then more headache. Dr asked him to open his mouth, he opened it realllly small. Then he said "bigger please" and he add in probably like few mms. "bigger please..." he opened another few mms. "OPEN YOUR MOUTH REALLY BIG JAYDEN!" that's the "call" to indicate 'you better not play a fool anymore or else mami's gona turn into a monster soon!'. So Dr checked and said yeap, the new teeth is coming out but the old one is still very firm and if we were to remove the old one now, he might be in more pain. So we need to wait for a month of observation, hopefully the teeth will fall off by themselves (and can save money, he!he!) and plus Dr said "Cooperation is very important! but looking at your son's condition, I don't think I can do it. If he is not ready and if we were to continue with this, this will traumatize him and make him scared of dentist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then dentist checked on my wisdow tooth and told me that it's better for me to go for the operation and remove it before it do more harm to me. But he kept emphasizing to me that I should not bring my kids with on the day of the surgery. And before leaving his wife/nurse said to me "haha your kids very active. I can imagine how tired you are" and the dentist added "Your kids ..are not only active, they are HYPERACTIVE!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I get that all the time. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-1730987144032308788?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1730987144032308788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=1730987144032308788' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1730987144032308788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1730987144032308788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-visit-to-dentist.html' title='First Visit To The Dentist'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7mka2AYGl_A/TsIn-R1-XpI/AAAAAAAADVc/U8QUyKWWKXo/s72-c/ninjadentist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6445651746925565126</id><published>2011-11-10T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:01:56.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Au Huit (vomit blood) *oek*</title><content type='html'>So, he said he wanna improve and practice ma. So fine la. I have him some worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day he saw the worksheet and began to whine and said "I don't like this.... Can I not do this? yada yada yada yada yada yada yadaaaaaaa and yadaaaaaaaaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "fine!" I tore the paper and throw into the rubbish bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Now you don't need to do it, ever!" I packed his school bag and his pencil case and put it in a big plastic bag and out it outside my main door. "Now, you don't have to go school at all too".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cried cried cried and then went upstairs and played ipad. Yipeeee HAPPIIIEEE only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother angry? Sad? What is that? Ipad! HAPPPIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said "get into the car!" And sent him for tuition. &amp;nbsp;No one said a word. Justin said to me after Jayden went down "mami.. is it because he din't do his homework, you send him to another aunty house?"I just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he came back and he played ipad the whole day, I was pissed. I smacked him, and he did some writing. One stroke.. look left. Another stroke , look right. like it took forever for him to write ONE word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his dad came back, I went up to bath. I asked him to feed the kids. By then, he finished and asked me to see. But I was just too frustrated with his attitude. He said sorry and said that he will do homework when I ask him to do. But I Just ignored him. After that, I got dressed and took titi along with me and drove off. Justin asked again "So :) where are we going? Tropicana? Giant (Jaya) Grocer?" I said "I don't know. I am very sad. I just need to drive somewhere (and find food for dinner). So I went to my parents and bought Mcd for dinner. By the time I got home, he was happily playing ipad , looked at me and gave me the look "oh, great. you're still around. Oh well... continue to play ipad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says SAHMS got no pressure? No Deadline? I felt like as if my DEADLINE is so damn near. I went to bed with a sleeping pill and woke up middle of the night. Every night also the same case. I just cannot sleep thinking about how rebellious this dude has become. I admit, that I am extremely strict with him because Justin really look upon him as his IDOL *with stars and glitter on the head*. And whatever kor kor say, it's true and right. And since he has set his standard so high, if he misbehave a bit I will tend to get very upset. So for him to act so rebelliously last night is really a killer for me. Imagine if you were to offer him an ice cream, he'd turn to me and ask me first "can I eat ice cream?" If I were to say NO, he wouldn't even touch the ice cream. He is THAT good. So sigh... My heart is broken. I am so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So morning came, i woke him up and got down to prepare his lunch box. He said sorry to me in the morning but I just don't feel like talking to him. Sent him to school without a word. He tried to hold my hand in school but I brushed him off. I am THAT disappointed with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to pick him up and he ran out from the house and wanted to hug me. But I stopped him. And he held back. Evil? I can be when I am too angry. Came back and what else? Ipad lah. I waited and waited to see whether he remember what he said last night about doing homework. Nope. Ipad HAPPIEEE only. tik tok tik tok 2,3,4,5,6 pm. I said to him , do you know it's 6 o clock now. And you are still wearing your sch uniform? He quickly went and change. Then continue to play ipad again. I said sometimes i felt like taking a hammer and hammer the ipad into tiny pieces. He stopped playing and followed me to the kitchen. As i was cooking, I told him "your homework is on my bed" And he just stare at me , point blank. I said "when I knock the wall, at least the wall will reply with TUK TUK sound. You? worst than talking to a wall". And he quickly go up and took the book down and began to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was collecting and folding laundry when he came out. "I am done. Can I love you again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "If you do one more page nicely then maybe you can love me again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went back in and wrote another page. "Done! Can I play ipad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "fine. This is the deal. If you write one page homework, you can play 10 mins. Now you wrote 2 pages, you can play 20 mins" And i set the timer on my iphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited.. "eh.. how come so long still 19 mins geh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw 19:26:55. Damn. I set 20hours instead of 20 mins. *slap forehead* Manyak bodoh! Sigh.. this is the effect of no proper sleep for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now here's the deal. One page homework = 10 mins ipad games. How long can we last? I really don't know. But these few days, I really vomit blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6445651746925565126?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6445651746925565126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6445651746925565126' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6445651746925565126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6445651746925565126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/11/au-huit-vomit-blood-oek.html' title='Au Huit (vomit blood) *oek*'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-5469516304644755958</id><published>2011-11-08T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:59:23.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Understanding why he dislike being no5. *updated*</title><content type='html'>So he cried and cried and cried so much. Everytime someone asked, he will cry. Then my mum asked and he cried. Then bawl and insisted that I give him a report card with no.1. I said "NO! You must learn to accept the fact that you got no5 in class. No one is going to make a new report card for you and no one can change the position for you. If you wanna get no.1, you must work harder, practice your chinese writing and when exam comes, show what you can do and get no.1 yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UWA UWA WA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum hugged him, "it's okay... it's okay. No need number 1."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad went and hugged him "It's okay ah den. No need to get no.1. Ah kong sayang ah...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad scolded me "you put it up on the blog for the whole world to see and then everyone will ask him and make him even more sad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped back in tears "You didn't read what I wrote and you're saying this to me? I wrote because I think that it's a milestone for me as a mother and I have no place to voice it out. Would you understand how I feel as a mother? I just wanna write and get it out from me. You think I am not sad to see our son like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was happy that day.My hub asked me to drive back from my parents' that night and he hugged JD all the way back and kept telling him "dadi love you, dadi love you. You are very clever boy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I asked everyone to leave me and JD alone in the kitchen. I took out his report card and his exam papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: what number did you get?&lt;br /&gt;JD: *show one finger.. and then 5 fingers*&lt;br /&gt;Me: What number do you think is the last number in class?&lt;br /&gt;JD: 5? (he thought no5 is last in class)&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay let me show you *show him his report card* You see , last semester you are 1st over 16 student. Do you know what it means?&lt;br /&gt;JD: I get no.1&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes. you got no.1 but out of 16 students. And then new girl came, so 16 plus 1 equals?&lt;br /&gt;JD: 17!&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeap.. and this round you are 5th out of 17 students. No5 is here.. *put hand high* and 17 is here *put another hand very very very low* and no1 is here *put hand slightly above 5* you see?&lt;br /&gt;JD: *smile* yes!&lt;br /&gt;Me: so, no5 is not very far from no1 right?&lt;br /&gt;JD: yes!&lt;br /&gt;Me: but 17 is very far from no5. right?&lt;br /&gt;JD: yes! *happy face*&lt;br /&gt;Me: So... how did you end up at no.5? let me show you okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took out his BM, Eng and Math paper. Showed him all the "tick" marks on the paper. And showed him 100% and linked to the report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: so you see, when you get 100% here, teacher will write 100% here. and your chinese.. you see you have a mistake here, your stroke is slightly too high. And here you forgot to circle, but you already colour so you missed 9 points. 100 minus 9 equals?&lt;br /&gt;JD: *count count and lost count*&lt;br /&gt;Me: 91% and teacher wrote here in your report book.&lt;br /&gt;JD: *nod nod*&lt;br /&gt;Me: So teacher never simply write you get no5 not because she doesn't like you. Its because you never collect full points for your exam. Just like playing ipad games, when you missed some "stars" or "ducks" then you won't get EXCELLENT or 3/3 ducks right? And then they will write congratulations, you are 3rd! So when you never answer correctly, then you loose some "stars" or some "ducks" and then you get lower marks lor. So maybe LST got no mistake, so he got no1. Or R answered one wrong then she got no2. And maybe C answered 2 wrongs so she get no3. And because you answer few wrongs so you get no5 lah.&lt;br /&gt;JD: who got no17?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I dunno wor... I also dunno who got no1,2,3,4. I only know who got no 5. You know who?&lt;br /&gt;JD: ME!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes! 5 out of 17 people. And you know you collected FULL points for these 3 papers except this one. So you're very good edi. You know?&lt;br /&gt;JD: okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me: 100% for 3 papers out of 4 papers. That's very very good edi. I told you, I don't care if you get no1 or not. I only want a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;JD: yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Me: So let me ask you. If between No.1 and mami, which one would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;JD: You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Me: yeah. Same like me. Between no1 and you, without a doubt, I WILL CHOOSE YOU. Cos you're the most important thing to me. And not No.1. Understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;JD: *big smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: so now, go and tell you dadi what number you get in class.&lt;br /&gt;JD: *ran up* dadi dadi I got no5 out of 17 people in my class!&lt;br /&gt;Dadi: Clever Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after hearing why he dislike being no5, I found out he thought that no5 is the last number in class.&lt;br /&gt;And he doesn't get how come teacher gave him No.5 instead of No.1. His fav train is No.1 so he thought he must be forever no.1 engine.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know how the point system works, ie exam paper reflects his result in report book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after explaining to him, he is happier and kinda accepted the fact that he is no5 and he must work harder to improve his chinese. So the next day i tried and see his reaction again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jayden, what number did you get in class?&lt;br /&gt;JD: *show one finger*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *angry*&lt;br /&gt;JD: *show 5 fingers*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. No 5&lt;br /&gt;JD: Can you make one report card and put no1 for me? *grin*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *slap forehead*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-5469516304644755958?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/5469516304644755958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=5469516304644755958' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/5469516304644755958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/5469516304644755958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/11/understanding-why-he-dislike-being-no5.html' title='Understanding why he dislike being no5. *updated*'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-2877087520282072432</id><published>2011-11-05T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:42:59.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Disappointed Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today we went to school for parent's teacher meeting and also to take JD's report book. He asked me &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"mami, am I going to get no.1 again?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Knowing that he might not get no1 again, I told him &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"it's okay if you didn't get no.1 this time babe"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. He replied &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"No. I want to get no.1".&lt;/b&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;So as we entered the classroom, the teacher asked us to sit down and opened his file for us to see. From far, I can see his position in class. My heart sank. I know my boy will be disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Jayden Chan, you get no.5"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disbelief, he turned to me and looked at my face and said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Mami, what number did I get?"&lt;/b&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;I said &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"no. 5 babe. 5 out of 17".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His eyes went big, then became really small and he said "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;....no..........No........NO................"&lt;/b&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;His results were 100% for Maths, English and BM. And 91% for chinese. 4 mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teacher said &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Jayden Chan, don't be sad. You are very clever you know? You got 3 100% and only did a few mistake in Chinese paper. You are considered very good already compared to others"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He hugged me and said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"mami.. i don't want to get no5. I need to be no.1. Can you give me no1?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIt2un80KQQ/TrUPlA0_WSI/AAAAAAAADUM/HjAtRBNeGY4/s1600/jaydenno5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIt2un80KQQ/TrUPlA0_WSI/AAAAAAAADUM/HjAtRBNeGY4/s400/jaydenno5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"babe, you're no.1 in my heart. okay?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I said.&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;Crying and smiling at the same time, he nodded. Then he turned and saw his teacher, he cried again and said &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"can you give me no1?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I said &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"okay, I will go home and use a blue colour paper (cos his fav colour is blue) and I will write 'Jayden Chan No.1' for you okay?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dadi said "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jayden boy. You're dadi's no1 boy okay? It's okay if you didn't get no.1. At least you tried."&lt;/b&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;Teacher also told him that she will make a report card for him and write no1 for him. Then only he stopped crying. *wipe sweat*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest, I know that he won't maintain his position in class this time. Because I know some of the parents really revised and brushed the kids up for this exam. And also JD is lack of discipline and refused to practice chinese writing. Always dily-daly when I asked him to do practice and it really pisses me off. &amp;nbsp;So I thought, well let him have it his own way. Let him try to go for this exam without practicing and then he won't get no.1 and he will know that he needs to practice and study more in order to get higher marks. The day came and true enough, it happened. He is sad, I am sad. But this ought to teach him that he need to listen to me when I asked him to practice writing so that he will improve and not because I want him to practice for the sake of making him busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kids, gotto let them learn the hard way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tough love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-2877087520282072432?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2877087520282072432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=2877087520282072432' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2877087520282072432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2877087520282072432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/11/disappointed-him.html' title='Disappointed Him'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yIt2un80KQQ/TrUPlA0_WSI/AAAAAAAADUM/HjAtRBNeGY4/s72-c/jaydenno5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-760485294205913020</id><published>2011-11-04T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:00:53.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Bullied - The Pencil Case</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ai.....the last time I blogged about JD got &lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/bullied.html"&gt;bullied&lt;/a&gt; in school, things got better. I checked his pencil case yesterday and I saw he had 2 pencils and one mechanical pencil that his dad bought for him. This morning i checked again, he has only ONE short pencil in his pencil case. I asked him what happened to the other 2 pencils and he said "someone" took it. I said &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nevermind, next time just bring one pencil and don't bring anymore expensive pencils to school"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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;When I got into his class, I just briefly asked the teacher that if she happens to see JD pencils around. Immediately she asked everyone to take out their pencil case and she went and dug everyone's bag to find it for me. Everyone took out the pencil case and to my surprise a few of them has really nice, long, perfectly sharpened pencils. Some even had like 5 pencils in the pencil case. Of course, we didn't find the pencils and so I said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"it's okay lah"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. What to do right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then teacher asked everyone to write their name on the paper that she had just distributed and guess what? 2 boys ran from another table, came to my son's table (he shared table with another boy and girl) and snatched the other boy's pencils (2 pencils) and gave him a broken pencil. They went back to their own table and began to write their name. I saw the incident cos I was standing right in front of them. So I confronted the 2 boys &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Why did you take JC's pencil? You have so many long and sharpened pencils (yes, he is the one with 5 nice pencils) in your pencil case"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. He replied "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cos I don't wanna use my own pencil"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I said "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. Use your own. Give it back to JC"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. He said &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Nope!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and continued to write his name. Angry or not you say????? I said to the boy &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"JC, go ask them to return your pencil. Don't let them bully you"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. He just stood there with his broken pencil and wanted to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5HJdRFUP4o/TrNQb4eoLeI/AAAAAAAADT8/MoDI1ehVqSU/s1600/pencil-ninja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5HJdRFUP4o/TrNQb4eoLeI/AAAAAAAADT8/MoDI1ehVqSU/s320/pencil-ninja.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn sad i-tell-yiu! So I told the teacher and she immediately asked them to return the pencil to him and use their own pencil to write. I told her about the kids using JD's colour pencil and asking him to go and sharpen it for them. I told her , &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I checked this morning and his yellow colour was this short!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YnzsIsnbbw/TrNR9ig8E9I/AAAAAAAADUE/C2aKaQP7q6o/s1600/photo-61.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YnzsIsnbbw/TrNR9ig8E9I/AAAAAAAADUE/C2aKaQP7q6o/s400/photo-61.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and their colour pencil are nicely arranged and sharpened in their own bag. How can? I mean not to say I'm being petty about things like this, but it's just not right. You know what I mean ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So teacher said to JD&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;" JD Chan, next time they use your pencil and colour pencil, please come and tell me okay?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The other boy just looked down and kept quiet. Kesian! So I told him &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"JC, don't be scared okay. If they take your things next time just go and tell Teacher C. She will help you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. He nodded and I can see tears in his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought to myself while driving back. If I wasn't there to witness it, then he would be bullied for don't know how long. And the mom has no idea about it cos I am so sure he is not gonna tell anyway. Cos no one told him its wrong. He just thought "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;okay...............i got one broken pencil.......sharpen it.......get to work.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. And the other 2 kids, I am sure the parents don't know about it. But how come they never question why the pencils are always the same length and its perfectly sharpened all the 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;Make me thought some more , how many parent actually know what is happening to their kids in school. Are they the one that bullied or the one that got bullied?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-760485294205913020?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/760485294205913020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=760485294205913020' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/760485294205913020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/760485294205913020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/11/bullied-pencil-case.html' title='Bullied - The Pencil Case'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K5HJdRFUP4o/TrNQb4eoLeI/AAAAAAAADT8/MoDI1ehVqSU/s72-c/pencil-ninja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3054823737096665413</id><published>2011-11-03T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T11:26:27.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='header'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>My New Header</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was one time, after I sent JD to school I quickly drive over to the wet market. Go to my usual veg stall, pick pick pick and then jump over to another. Pick, pick, pick and then zoom home. Put down the things, hang clothes, prepare lunch, cut cut, wash wash, cook cook then head over to other stuff like mopping, vaccuming, making bed, put all the crap/toys into a box and bring it up and so on. Sometimes when I look back, I kinda look like the cartoon ninja moving left and right. So I had this idea for the longest time but didn't have the chance to illustrate it out until last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0A4T3i6FZ0/TrIGv5SKIdI/AAAAAAAADT0/1UFjwwvOH2g/s1600/ninja-mama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0A4T3i6FZ0/TrIGv5SKIdI/AAAAAAAADT0/1UFjwwvOH2g/s320/ninja-mama.jpg" width="302" /&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;Of course its not complete without the rest of my family members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wVrE0iVI5h0/TrIF4TrZ8UI/AAAAAAAADTE/5f-gBWYXhPU/s1600/ninja-dad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wVrE0iVI5h0/TrIF4TrZ8UI/AAAAAAAADTE/5f-gBWYXhPU/s320/ninja-dad.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This, of course is my husband. He's usually very tired and sleep when he get back from work. So most of the time he'll doze off while watching tv, and he's always reading something in the laptop or ipad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYgakHI_RbU/TrIGtaGNXgI/AAAAAAAADTk/exbr8llmZg4/s1600/ninja-kid1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EYgakHI_RbU/TrIGtaGNXgI/AAAAAAAADTk/exbr8llmZg4/s320/ninja-kid1.jpg" width="320" /&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;This lil ninja in blue, of course is Jayden. His fav colour is blue and he love to do headstand. Got the idea to draw him &lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/failed.html"&gt;doing headstand&lt;/a&gt; from my previous post :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy2DYju0hyQ/TrIGuuqJmRI/AAAAAAAADTs/KM6Hx-9rCGA/s1600/ninja-kid2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xy2DYju0hyQ/TrIGuuqJmRI/AAAAAAAADTs/KM6Hx-9rCGA/s320/ninja-kid2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this, I don't need to explain more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOcj_v57Tc0/TrEDQjGWN9I/AAAAAAAADS8/bF4P8HZ8x7w/s1600/sashablablablaninja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOcj_v57Tc0/TrEDQjGWN9I/AAAAAAAADS8/bF4P8HZ8x7w/s400/sashablablablaninja.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this, is my new family portrait and my new header. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3054823737096665413?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3054823737096665413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3054823737096665413' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3054823737096665413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3054823737096665413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-new-header.html' title='My New Header'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0A4T3i6FZ0/TrIGv5SKIdI/AAAAAAAADT0/1UFjwwvOH2g/s72-c/ninja-mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3670065105758090609</id><published>2011-10-28T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:31:11.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><title type='text'>Pants wear pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jayden has a special talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me tell you more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I see clothes like this, I know it's Jayden's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVMYQXEodrY/TqaaRSuFveI/AAAAAAAADSQ/muZSy-W8UPk/s1600/photo-51.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVMYQXEodrY/TqaaRSuFveI/AAAAAAAADSQ/muZSy-W8UPk/s320/photo-51.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then when spread it up, it looks like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQADIdtjJc0/TqaaiCHEgnI/AAAAAAAADSY/rsOEYSXd36w/s1600/photo-52.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQADIdtjJc0/TqaaiCHEgnI/AAAAAAAADSY/rsOEYSXd36w/s320/photo-52.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvSFB3OkVv8/TqaanVVy9nI/AAAAAAAADSg/-UWn_EkmVv4/s1600/photo-53.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvSFB3OkVv8/TqaanVVy9nI/AAAAAAAADSg/-UWn_EkmVv4/s320/photo-53.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His pants is wearing pants!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahaha &amp;nbsp;*smack forehead*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aiyayai... Jayden oh jayden...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&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/30768441-3670065105758090609?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3670065105758090609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3670065105758090609' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3670065105758090609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3670065105758090609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/pants-wear-pants.html' title='Pants wear pants'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVMYQXEodrY/TqaaRSuFveI/AAAAAAAADSQ/muZSy-W8UPk/s72-c/photo-51.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3223233302417748702</id><published>2011-10-24T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T17:17:38.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>They Love to Yum Seng</title><content type='html'>I noticed that my kids just love to attend chinese wedding dinner cos they like the "yum seng" ceremony especially Jayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Jayden's first Yum Seng. He was surprised with ppl screaming YUM SENG all at the same time. But I think he was just excited about after each time ppl shouted yum seng, he can drink his coke. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yvbQ6F3Vgmc" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was Justin's first Yum Seng. He was surprised with the yum seng commotion and he noticed he was the only one that didn't hold his glasses up. So he quickly grabbed his glass and joined in. Jayden was like an expert in Yum Seng , he even asked me "mami you want to yum seng or not?" Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="274" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r5kGrGFQQ7s" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the recent yum seng session. Obviously both was very happy. I think they were more happy than the groom :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q00yppCcHGg" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my kids mabuk and "high" due to POP overdose. One vomitted (JT) and the other one that doesn't eat meat suddenly began to eat suckling pig (JD). *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what is more happy about them Yum Seng-ing? I manage to video it and keep it for them to watch when they are older :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3223233302417748702?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3223233302417748702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3223233302417748702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3223233302417748702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3223233302417748702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/they-love-to-yum-seng.html' title='They Love to Yum Seng'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yvbQ6F3Vgmc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-4299870407699544788</id><published>2011-10-24T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:40:11.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Me Me'/><title type='text'>I won! I won!</title><content type='html'>What did I win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty product from &lt;a href="http://www.iamthewitch.com/2011/10/03/defy-test-time/"&gt;Iamthewitch&lt;/a&gt;'s Neutrogena Ageless range. ANTI AGING.... Gosh! I need some right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgwa__CUsbU/TqUTji5EsPI/AAAAAAAADSA/4bb8SIqTlOQ/s1600/photo-49.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgwa__CUsbU/TqUTji5EsPI/AAAAAAAADSA/4bb8SIqTlOQ/s400/photo-49.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day my friend &lt;a href="http://frostier.net/"&gt;Frostier&lt;/a&gt; said to me &amp;nbsp;"How come you look so charn? You never go facial ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wake up call. A slap to my face, left and right. I got hurt of course. Then come to think of it he is right. I neglected myself. I only took care of my kids and cleaning my house after renovation. It was the same day that I changed my own punctured car tyre, bathed and rushed out , hurried to Sunway Pyramid to help my hub buy something from Daiso and then rush over to meet him and pick up the stuff from &lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/byob.html"&gt;BYOB&lt;/a&gt;. Of course I was extremely haggard that day but still, I looked damn charn. My pores are so big, I can play congkak on it. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fret not, I am going to be more hardworking. I promised myself I will not only scrub toilet, I will scrub my face nice nice. Apply toner and also moisturizer everyday. I wanna look like human like how I have commented in Iamthewitch's contest. Of course I cannot be pretty, unless i go for plastic surgery. But then I can look prettier in my ugly face. Thanks again iamthewitch for selecting me :) And thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.reanaclaire.com/"&gt;ReanaClaire&lt;/a&gt; for telling me about the contest. We're chitchatting in msn and she told me.. eh eh go and comment here la.. can win something. And I just went and commented. I never thought I will win something. So thanks alot to ReanaClaire too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha something funny happened when I opened my prize pack. I told my sister "SOMEONE STOLE my thumbdrive!" And then I see again... dang! the small tub is not an eye cream! It's a THUMBDRIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Xxq_nd3GdA/TqUTmiKzpXI/AAAAAAAADSI/3fNWifBkZhQ/s1600/photo-50.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Xxq_nd3GdA/TqUTmiKzpXI/AAAAAAAADSI/3fNWifBkZhQ/s400/photo-50.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ai... suspend only :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-4299870407699544788?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4299870407699544788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=4299870407699544788' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4299870407699544788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4299870407699544788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-won-i-won.html' title='I won! I won!'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgwa__CUsbU/TqUTji5EsPI/AAAAAAAADSA/4bb8SIqTlOQ/s72-c/photo-49.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-4312988714608120456</id><published>2011-10-24T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:50:53.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>BYOB</title><content type='html'>What's BYOB you ask? Its &lt;b&gt;Bring Your Own Bottle&lt;/b&gt;. It's a place where you can bring your own bottle/containers to fill up cleaning agents like dishwashing liquid, detergent powder and so on. So when I saw my friends liking it in FB, I went to check it out. Surprisingly my friend was the owner. But since the shop is in Kajang and I hardly go over that part of the world, I asked him to tell me if he is coming over to PJ and then maybe I can ask him to bring some for me. So happen my other friend, &lt;a href="http://frostier.net/"&gt;Frostier&lt;/a&gt; went to visit BYOB, so he helped me to bring some back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TsVRIrdg2gk/TqUA2cnMcdI/AAAAAAAADRo/k6V1i4WgXN4/s1600/BYOB.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TsVRIrdg2gk/TqUA2cnMcdI/AAAAAAAADRo/k6V1i4WgXN4/s320/BYOB.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From left to right : Dishwashing Liquid, Softener, Dettol Gel and MopShine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these costs me Rm11.40 only, Cheap right? Why is it so cheap? Cos everything in the shop are recyclable items including the interior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bhHheAwzoLY/TqUB0rIOsMI/AAAAAAAADRw/fiisllPzYa4/s1600/296285_240905235959403_238780856171841_621322_875896982_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bhHheAwzoLY/TqUB0rIOsMI/AAAAAAAADRw/fiisllPzYa4/s320/296285_240905235959403_238780856171841_621322_875896982_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fancy smanchy high tech stuff. Purely just come with your own container, fill it up and pay. There's no advertising cost, No cost for the containers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can check them out at BYOB &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/BYOB.Malaysia"&gt;Fb page&lt;/a&gt; for the range and price list. I was looking forward to try the Dettol Gel. Cos, you might not know this but.... I like to scrub toilets. When I ran out of idea or when I feel stressed up, I'll go scrub toilet. &amp;nbsp;No joke. So toilet cleanser is very important to me. And true enough that day I tried to scrub my toilet with it, I felt satisfied. The dettol smell is like.. telling me "I am very clean!". Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Mop&amp;amp;Shine is good too. I used it after I have renovated my house. Imagine the thickness of the dust after renovation. Took me almost 1.5 weeks to clean the house and I ended my cleaning session with the Mop &amp;amp; Shine. I must say for that price and the effect after cleaning, I think its worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rsc4jhCkQQ/TqUHKfB6IjI/AAAAAAAADR4/PIFhW8e8WLE/s1600/296325_10150428020061807_719206806_10298172_524651633_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8rsc4jhCkQQ/TqUHKfB6IjI/AAAAAAAADR4/PIFhW8e8WLE/s320/296325_10150428020061807_719206806_10298172_524651633_n.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My lil boy chilling on the newly mopped floor. Its been a long time since he can lie down on our own floor cos the reno took so long and I took even longer to clean the house myself. haha Ah well, finally my reno is over and my cleaning routine is back to normal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-4312988714608120456?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4312988714608120456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=4312988714608120456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4312988714608120456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4312988714608120456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/byob.html' title='BYOB'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TsVRIrdg2gk/TqUA2cnMcdI/AAAAAAAADRo/k6V1i4WgXN4/s72-c/BYOB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6718934945409898617</id><published>2011-10-24T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:07:48.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Angry Bird</title><content type='html'>Before I went into the bathroom, Justin was already lying down on a pillow and looking at the Angry Bird toy box that my sister had bought for them earlier. After I got out from my bath, he was still looking at the box. Curious, I asked him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: B? What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;JT: i'm just looking at the box&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah i know, but you've been looking at it for so long edi.what are you looking at?&lt;br /&gt;JT: i'm waiting for the movie to start.&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh? What movie?&lt;br /&gt;JT: angry bird movie lah...:D&lt;br /&gt;Me: :S why did i even ask in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dRs91V68694/TqQ9Ehs-9SI/AAAAAAAADRg/PS3p_8ntJ5E/s640/blogger-image-1340895157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dRs91V68694/TqQ9Ehs-9SI/AAAAAAAADRg/PS3p_8ntJ5E/s320/blogger-image-1340895157.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6718934945409898617?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6718934945409898617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6718934945409898617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6718934945409898617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6718934945409898617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/angry-bird.html' title='Angry Bird'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dRs91V68694/TqQ9Ehs-9SI/AAAAAAAADRg/PS3p_8ntJ5E/s72-c/blogger-image-1340895157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-1872969581475450721</id><published>2011-10-21T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:29:48.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Bullied</title><content type='html'>Okay. I admit, I am a "helicopter mum". I hover around in my son's school. Observe him from outside his class, talk to his friends, talk to the teachers, ask him questions, talk to his friend's mum. Ok, I know you are shaking your head by now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...... So today I sent JD to sch and teacher gave them a picture to colour. Then I overheard someone saying "Jayden Chan, take out your colour pencil!" And my son took out his colour pencil and ZUUUUP, 3 other kids started using his colour pencil. "I need Black!". And he pass black to his friend. "I Need this.. I need that". And he quietly take his yellow colour pencil which is as short as his pinky finger and went to sharpen it. I went and squat next to him and asked him "Is this why your colour pencil is always missing and always so short?" He kept quiet and just sharpen his colour pencil. I said " They always use your colour pencil? I thought JD Lee has a big box of colour pencil?". He quickly sharpen the colour pencil and hand over to the other kid. OMG, my son is doing things to please his friends cos he wanna be accepted by them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why am I so sensitive about this? Cos I was once like that. I do things for people, do artwork, projects, anything and everything just to please my friends in secondary school. And guess what? They never liked me. They just used me. Once they wanted to skip class and decided to hand in the counseling room to avoid BM class. And I didn't wanna join them. Suddenly half way through the class, one of my friend came and asked the teacher's permission to allow me to follow them to the counseling room. And guess what ? When I got to the counseling room, the counseling teacher was waiting for me and started asking question like "your friends said that they have problem with you. It seems like you are making them very upset. They said that you don't wanna join them for parties and shopping sessions with them?". I replied "my parents don't allow me to go shopping and parties". That is the truth. Then after some Q&amp;amp;A session , we were asked to go back to the class room. And Guess what again? The bunch of "friends" acted like as if nothing happened. Then I found out that they were chilling at the counseling room and suddenly counseling teacher caught them. So they "had no choice" and to "create" a problem. And who was the scape goat? Me! Ever since then, it actually make my secondary life abit of a sad case. And when the year ended I was so glad that they went to different classes. Hallelujah for me! I had a great year in form 3 until I was placed back in the same class as one of the girl that bullied me. How? Avoid ler ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to JD's case. So I went and asked one of the boy about his own colour pencil. Cos I have seen him using &amp;nbsp;his own colour pencil out. 36 pcs, mind you. Damn big box and nicely arrange, with all pencils sharpened nicely. He replied to me "Cos I don't want to take out". And continued to use JD's. He &amp;nbsp;even said "I NEED BLACK" and my son just passed to him. Helo? My son is your what ? PA ah? No way, man. So I went and told teacher about it and Jeng Jeng Jeng, she went and told them off. And they quietly take out their own colour pencil. Wah seh... this is no good man. I don't mind my kid being generous and sharing his stuff but then that is so obvious that he is being bullied. No wonder, his colour pencil always go missing and the colour pencil seems to be short in a very short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai.. this JD. Really headache. He is the "tidak apa" kind of attitide and gets bullied so easily. Used to get whacked by a girl in school also diam diam and let her twist his ears. I have also seen the same boy that used his colour pencil, smacking him and asking friends not to "friend" him. &amp;nbsp;But after some "counseling" session with him, now he knows how to protect himself. He can protect himself like shouting for help when someone snatch his toys in McD (actually Justin shouted and scold the guy first and he followed :S ) and also fight back when his cousin smacked him. But now, I need to tell him that sometimes we need to be selfish and need to becareful of certain ppl that have bad intentions. *scratch head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-1872969581475450721?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1872969581475450721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=1872969581475450721' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1872969581475450721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1872969581475450721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/bullied.html' title='Bullied'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-2346742384024780187</id><published>2011-10-20T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T14:34:47.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>The crazy, naughty &amp; angry one</title><content type='html'>Was at JD 's sch,I've just parked my car and told JT ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me: ok. Let's go get the crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;JT: ok. Let's go take the crazy one. Then me leh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: you're of course the notty one lah....&lt;br /&gt;JT: ah ... Ok. The notty and the ANGRY one is going to take the crazy one!&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh, who's the angry one?&lt;br /&gt;JT: *giggle* you lah...&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-2346742384024780187?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2346742384024780187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=2346742384024780187' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2346742384024780187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2346742384024780187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/crazy-naughty-angry-one.html' title='The crazy, naughty &amp; angry one'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-1383227339334902270</id><published>2011-10-18T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:47:26.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Who Killed The Fish?</title><content type='html'>He came down and told me that someone killed my goldfish. I knew who the killer was but then I just gotto test and see what he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TJ4yZO0sa3M" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I bought another gold fish (white and red) and the new guy attacked my old gold fish. So that was the killer but this lil guy said that Jayden is the murderer, while the brother is innocently playing ipad in the room. Terrible guy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I flip my phone he'll run away and refused to be videoed. But don't know why today I manage to "interview" him and he 'layan-ed' me. He even lie down on the floor and acted how the fish is &amp;nbsp;sleeping sideways but 2nd interview he refused to do it again. haha Better keep this and show him next time &amp;nbsp;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-1383227339334902270?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1383227339334902270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=1383227339334902270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1383227339334902270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1383227339334902270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-killed-fish.html' title='Who Killed The Fish?'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TJ4yZO0sa3M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-600031928897606318</id><published>2011-10-17T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T16:46:40.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>I throw mami's cane away edi!</title><content type='html'>JT: Dadi, I throw Mami's cane (hanger) away edi!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *overheard* oh really?? then I will go supermarket and buy 100 pcs more.&lt;br /&gt;JT: then I throw samo!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then I go buy samo!&lt;br /&gt;JT: Then........*think think*....I fast fast run away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa he know that he cannot stop me from buying more hanger. So the wisest option is to , of course run away. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-600031928897606318?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/600031928897606318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=600031928897606318' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/600031928897606318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/600031928897606318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-throw-mamis-cane-away-edi.html' title='I throw mami&apos;s cane away edi!'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-1587810732020684144</id><published>2011-10-14T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:28:55.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Trick Me?</title><content type='html'>Justin loves to win. He must win everything. Even going upstairs, he must be first. If he's the last one, then he'll start to cry and insist you go down again and let him win. o.O I know, so kiasu. So since he likes to win....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JT: Mami.. I love you so much *kiss*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh baby, love you too. But you are so naughty lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JT: No.. you're naughty girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am naughty girl and you are naughty boy. But, I'm the naughtiest girl! I WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JT: *angry and wanna win* Hey! No! I am... (he wanted to say he is the naughtiest boy but he stopped)....No. You're right. You're the naughtiest girl. You win.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nolah.... I let you win la. You're the naughtiest boy in the world. You win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JT: No thank you. You win. You're the naughtiest girl in the world. It's okay. I loose&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to trick him to say that he is the naughtiest, but he knows what I am doing. &amp;nbsp;It's going to be a long and tough journey for me :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-1587810732020684144?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1587810732020684144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=1587810732020684144' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1587810732020684144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1587810732020684144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/trick-me.html' title='Trick Me?'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-8531972372923149664</id><published>2011-10-13T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T16:48:15.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Me Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Use Your Heart</title><content type='html'>Was at shichida with Justin and there was this section where there are 3 cards, you turn them over and mix it up. And your gotto to try and locate the special card by guessing. This is to build the confidence for the kid and the intuition of guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he tried to find , failed. He told me &lt;i&gt;"mami, i found the wrong one"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said &lt;i&gt;"it's okay. Try again. And maybe you should close your eyes and use your heart to feel the card that you wanna find".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said &lt;i&gt;"okay"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed his eyes, and put his hand on the middle card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flipped it and it was the right card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was super happy and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said he wanna do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I mixed the cards up, and he closed his eyes and found the card again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was kinda emo that day because I was in doubt over some matter and couldn't decide. And then I told myself, just follow my heart and decide. So I said the same thing to Justin and he did it. And guess what, I followed my heart and I was right too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after I did that, I overheard the parents next to us whispered to the kid &lt;i&gt;"You cannot find ah? Nevermind you close your eyes and use your heart to feel okay?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-8531972372923149664?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/8531972372923149664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=8531972372923149664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8531972372923149664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8531972372923149664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/use-your-heart.html' title='Use Your Heart'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-4406435485958650638</id><published>2011-10-13T09:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:00:00.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masak Masak'/><title type='text'>Sasha Cook: Lemon Coke Chicken Wings</title><content type='html'>I suck at cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told myself, no more cooking the same crap everyday. I need to explore more recipes and make dinner more enjoyable and not just merely making my kids full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to google google and I stumbled across a recipe, Lemon Coke Chicken Wing. But I didn't save the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went to the wet market and stood like an idiot in front of the chicken seller and she asked "yes? nak apa?" I just pointed at the chicken wing and bought 5 chicken wings home. Totally forgotten what the recipe ingredients are, I just simply hantam the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marinated the chicken with lemon juice , pepper and also some grated lemon for about half a day in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I pan fried the wings till its cooked and then I poured in some coke (of course), some brown sugar and some soya sauce. Let it simmer and the sugar and coke will caramelised into thick sauce. oh la la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uq6-Q9X1wFI/TpWHUQ7li0I/AAAAAAAADRM/mqC4xU8COms/s1600/photo-47s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uq6-Q9X1wFI/TpWHUQ7li0I/AAAAAAAADRM/mqC4xU8COms/s320/photo-47s.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden said&amp;nbsp;"mami, this chicken taste like coke and lemon" and ate 3 drumlets. The tiny one had 2 I think. I , myself like it. I asked my hub he said "okay ler....". Okay so here goes something new for myself. Now, I gotto go and think of what to cook next. tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-4406435485958650638?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4406435485958650638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=4406435485958650638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4406435485958650638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4406435485958650638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/sasha-cook-lemon-coke-chicken-wings.html' title='Sasha Cook: Lemon Coke Chicken Wings'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uq6-Q9X1wFI/TpWHUQ7li0I/AAAAAAAADRM/mqC4xU8COms/s72-c/photo-47s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-4532696138815923939</id><published>2011-10-12T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T09:00:03.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Pull Along Basket/trolley with chair</title><content type='html'>Now that Govt implemented that Saturday is a non-plastic day, I can see many people started bring mini trolleys and pull along basket out to shop. That day we're in Metrojaya, looking for a pepper cracker and then Justin was complaining that he was so tired. Then I saw a chair not far from where we're standing so I just put him on the chair. Then only I realised that it was actually a pull along basket with a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcweLpp37ZM/TpQbJDnpm9I/AAAAAAAADRE/tha_D_CzK7g/s1600/photo-46s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcweLpp37ZM/TpQbJDnpm9I/AAAAAAAADRE/tha_D_CzK7g/s400/photo-46s.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So cool right? If not mistaken its about Rm69.90. Look at the stoned face, dead tired and mom is not going home yet. Now we know what is the chair for. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-4532696138815923939?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4532696138815923939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=4532696138815923939' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4532696138815923939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4532696138815923939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/pull-along-baskettrolley-with-chair.html' title='Pull Along Basket/trolley with chair'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcweLpp37ZM/TpQbJDnpm9I/AAAAAAAADRE/tha_D_CzK7g/s72-c/photo-46s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-1281371005880581000</id><published>2011-10-11T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:07:31.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Got Bitten By A Wolf</title><content type='html'>The Big Bad Wolf that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--sONf_8Y_As/TpO7oGeflhI/AAAAAAAADQs/KmWnZ4P_QeI/s1600/photo-43w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--sONf_8Y_As/TpO7oGeflhI/AAAAAAAADQs/KmWnZ4P_QeI/s400/photo-43w.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All these (plus a few more of daddy's collection in the toilet) costs us Rm114.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aM0hHkuL-Kk/TpO75WKTiCI/AAAAAAAADQ0/JAhlPNM3-o4/s1600/photo-42w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aM0hHkuL-Kk/TpO75WKTiCI/AAAAAAAADQ0/JAhlPNM3-o4/s400/photo-42w.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We brought the 2 of them along. They had fun walking up the hill, sitting at one corner, fighting over the same book then both let go of the same book, and then the last bit was the bus ride to the carpark. But the best part was when I met with my blog reader *wave wave - you know who you are :) *, she called out their names and they got a shock. Even I got a shocked cos I never thought that I still have readers although I blog less and hop less too now. Anyway thanks for your support and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXnjSWbHhmo/TpO9EKHLU9I/AAAAAAAADQ8/aqWEehgO5a4/s1600/301293_10150415706436807_719206806_10222664_1003254908_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXnjSWbHhmo/TpO9EKHLU9I/AAAAAAAADQ8/aqWEehgO5a4/s320/301293_10150415706436807_719206806_10222664_1003254908_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I saw this book, immediately I took it. So suitable for my kids. Mess Monsters. Thats what they are. That night, I turned off the lights and used a small reading lamp and read to them. I read it really slow... with a very scarry voice and by the end of the page, Justin asked me immediately accompanied him clean his playroom. *lol* I'm a terrible mother, I know! Anyway if you like to read, the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/bbwbooks"&gt;BBW&lt;/a&gt; is the right place to go. Buy and keep for Christmas, Birthdays or whatever cos it is really cheap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-1281371005880581000?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1281371005880581000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=1281371005880581000' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1281371005880581000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1281371005880581000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/got-bitten-by-wolf.html' title='Got Bitten By A Wolf'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--sONf_8Y_As/TpO7oGeflhI/AAAAAAAADQs/KmWnZ4P_QeI/s72-c/photo-43w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6886824452231542691</id><published>2011-10-10T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T14:03:32.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><title type='text'>How much has he grow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was Jayden's foot during his fullmoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycmGzB6xuYM/TpKHwqplVyI/AAAAAAAADQk/2KDKQeysG1c/s1600/jayden%2527s+foot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycmGzB6xuYM/TpKHwqplVyI/AAAAAAAADQk/2KDKQeysG1c/s1600/jayden%2527s+foot.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this is his foot few days ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZddznsrMleI/TpKH4M5-HOI/AAAAAAAADQo/HOj-N5J_aMs/s1600/photo-41s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZddznsrMleI/TpKH4M5-HOI/AAAAAAAADQo/HOj-N5J_aMs/s320/photo-41s.jpg" width="239" /&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;That is how much he has grown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6886824452231542691?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6886824452231542691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6886824452231542691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6886824452231542691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6886824452231542691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-much-has-he-grow.html' title='How much has he grow?'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycmGzB6xuYM/TpKHwqplVyI/AAAAAAAADQk/2KDKQeysG1c/s72-c/jayden%2527s+foot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-8722358876357787929</id><published>2011-10-07T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:11:29.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masak Masak'/><title type='text'>Sasha cook: Homemade Tofu</title><content type='html'>Since I made some &lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/sasha-cook-homemade-soya-bean-milk.html"&gt;soya bean milk&lt;/a&gt;, I thought "hey why not try and make some tofu out of it since I have so much soya milk. I remember Malaika and Kelsey's mum made this before so I quickly google for it and started making it right after I was done with my soya bean milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need :&lt;br /&gt;500ml of soya milk, unsweetened&lt;br /&gt;6 eggs&lt;br /&gt;and 1/4 tsp of salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break the eggs and beat lightly. Then add in the salt and soya bean milk. You need to line the container of your choices with cling wrap and then strain the mixture into the container and steam it over low fire for 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the mixture into 2 container cos my family is small so we don't need such a big portion. I gave another container to my neighbour. Cos she always cook for me and I think my cooking is not so nice. So I thought why not give raw food and she cook it herself. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Noa0qFW5z8A/To2Oqt9EQfI/AAAAAAAADQc/8D7Wrk7thjs/s1600/photo-39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Noa0qFW5z8A/To2Oqt9EQfI/AAAAAAAADQc/8D7Wrk7thjs/s400/photo-39.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it looks like when I removed it from the container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANxm1DAUCSU/To2Ou5DofNI/AAAAAAAADQg/kFS5k-X5qio/s1600/photo-40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANxm1DAUCSU/To2Ou5DofNI/AAAAAAAADQg/kFS5k-X5qio/s400/photo-40.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since it's made of egg and soya bean milk, so its yellowish in colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I prepared for my family that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Jf_xxcFVVc/To2OjL_UPqI/AAAAAAAADQY/JpNy5Iqdk4I/s1600/photo-38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Jf_xxcFVVc/To2OjL_UPqI/AAAAAAAADQY/JpNy5Iqdk4I/s400/photo-38.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry ah.. my presentation skill is &lt;s&gt;very bad&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;terrible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple meal with some soya sauce and sesame sees oil sprinkled on top. I added abit of sugar and then fried some shallots and pour it over the tofu.&amp;nbsp;I wanted to sprinkle some spring onions on top but I don't have it in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Self Reminder: buy some spring onion next time and keep in the kitchen or plant own so will have own supply anytime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think its very easy to make your own tofu. If you don't have any homemade soya bean milk, you can always go to the soya bean seller and ask for the unsweetened one and its the same. But once I bough a bottle of unsweetened soya bean milk in a bottle, went home and found out that it is spoilt. So since then I never thought of making it until I prepared my own soya bean today. Try it, its easy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-8722358876357787929?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/8722358876357787929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=8722358876357787929' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8722358876357787929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8722358876357787929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/sasha-cook-homemade-tofu.html' title='Sasha cook: Homemade Tofu'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Noa0qFW5z8A/To2Oqt9EQfI/AAAAAAAADQc/8D7Wrk7thjs/s72-c/photo-39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-8668714323358797265</id><published>2011-10-07T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T10:30:56.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masak Masak'/><title type='text'>Sasha Cook: Homemade Soya Bean Milk</title><content type='html'>I have always wonder how is it like to make my own soya bean milk. So while shopping at Jaya Grocer, I saw a pack of soya bean and bought it. It was around Rm2.60 for that pack. Forgot how heavy it is and didn't bother cos I thought I'll fail making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I soaked the bean overnight and it became huge, almost doubled the size. So I microwaved it for 2 mins to get rid of the beany smell and then only blend it with some water. The straining part is the hardest as I used the finest strainer (for kopi-O) so I had to use my hands to squeeze the milk out. My son said "mami, are you "milking" the soya? haha So finally was the cooking part. I manage to get some pandan leaves from my garden and put in together with the soya bean milk and cooked it for 20 mins. Voila! Soya bean milk is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy, but of course there are alot of washing to do. The blender, the strainer, the containers, the pot and also the kitchen. If only I have the super &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/My-Thermomix-Experience/195331663873338"&gt;Thermomix&lt;/a&gt; machine that can do it all in the machine in 20 mins time. *sigh* But nevermind.... before I can save enough money to buy it, I'll just do it manually, long time once. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DO-IpoXaQwA/To2KKqHsTlI/AAAAAAAADQU/X5B472R_Yyk/s1600/photo-37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DO-IpoXaQwA/To2KKqHsTlI/AAAAAAAADQU/X5B472R_Yyk/s400/photo-37.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jayden enjoying his soya bean milk - mami's brand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-8668714323358797265?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/8668714323358797265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=8668714323358797265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8668714323358797265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8668714323358797265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/sasha-cook-homemade-soya-bean-milk.html' title='Sasha Cook: Homemade Soya Bean Milk'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DO-IpoXaQwA/To2KKqHsTlI/AAAAAAAADQU/X5B472R_Yyk/s72-c/photo-37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-2178059448570554683</id><published>2011-10-06T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:00:07.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makan Makan'/><title type='text'>OnePot</title><content type='html'>I noticed that I hardly post makan-makan post anymore. Think maybe after Justin started to crawl then I stopped blogging about food edi. Probably hard to control 2 fellas while eating or probably we just stop going to nice/new place to try new food and go for the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, last week (or is it last last week?) we went hunting for dinner that night and we ended up at this place : OnePot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ARM5wJPruk/Tow6Vhy3gYI/AAAAAAAADQM/bHn-BE9YaW8/s1600/onepot2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ARM5wJPruk/Tow6Vhy3gYI/AAAAAAAADQM/bHn-BE9YaW8/s400/onepot2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's located at the corner shoplot opposite McClient's Florist in SS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ-Rf1YZuLc/Tow6Ufzo9oI/AAAAAAAADQE/DAxmtIEDTmo/s1600/onepot4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ-Rf1YZuLc/Tow6Ufzo9oI/AAAAAAAADQE/DAxmtIEDTmo/s400/onepot4.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think the sauce selection is similar to the one in 100degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FP4Wldyih8g/Tow6V_XahMI/AAAAAAAADQQ/_WLP0fehQX8/s1600/onepot1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FP4Wldyih8g/Tow6V_XahMI/AAAAAAAADQQ/_WLP0fehQX8/s400/onepot1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This caught Jayden's attention. A touch screen built in pc with internet. He played angry birds and also watched youtube while eating. But the internet speed is su.....per.......se......low man. As long as can keep the kids occupied while we eat it's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what is special about this onepot? They have steamboat with many different kinds of soup or you can choose to have paper grill. What is paper grill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CzrkYUuypyk/Tow6UGjxbbI/AAAAAAAADQA/m8SQrIzDa0g/s1600/onepot5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CzrkYUuypyk/Tow6UGjxbbI/AAAAAAAADQA/m8SQrIzDa0g/s400/onepot5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put a piece of paper on the grill and cook your food without oil. I personally think its okay, but kinda troublesome cos as you cook, you gotto add bbq sauce to it, then the food get cook, then the sauce will kena the paper, then the paper will burn abit, then become darker and darker and then the waiter/waitress will come and change the paper. Then you re cook again..... and again. Not forgetting the staff is really helpful. They took turn to stand at our table and cook for us. *paiseh maxxxx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered the Rm29.90 package for the grill and add some corn soup (rm5 for a very big portion and free refill- YAY!) and noodles &amp;nbsp;for my kids. The grill package came and my hub asked me "That's all for you and me ah???" I didn't have the chance to take pic of the grill package cos the staff came and started to cook for us. So I only took pic of the hand and how they cook . hehe Anyway, back to the package it's really small portion compared to the one we had in Pulau Ketam Steamboat or 100degree. So what to do? &amp;nbsp;Drink alot of corn soup lor since it's free refill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvAlml-QRxA/Tow6VBzfBnI/AAAAAAAADQI/OFvJiv1Qc2Y/s1600/onepot3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TvAlml-QRxA/Tow6VBzfBnI/AAAAAAAADQI/OFvJiv1Qc2Y/s320/onepot3.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the seats and tables are mounted to the wall and "someone" refused to sit on the baby high chair, he gotto squat and eat that night. haha &amp;nbsp;Kids were happy cos they both got the "colour" of spoon, plate, bowl and cup of their choices and also watch youtube while eating. But mum and dad went home half full but luckily we can easily find supper :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-2178059448570554683?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2178059448570554683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=2178059448570554683' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2178059448570554683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2178059448570554683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/onepot.html' title='OnePot'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ARM5wJPruk/Tow6Vhy3gYI/AAAAAAAADQM/bHn-BE9YaW8/s72-c/onepot2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-8985873164655216704</id><published>2011-10-05T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:47:36.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Plaster</title><content type='html'>We're at Summit and &amp;nbsp;I noticed that Jayden had scratched his leg and some blood was oozing out pretty badly. So I went to the nearby Guardian and wanted to pick up some "ordinary" plaster that will cost me less than rm3 a pack. Jayden came in dragging his feet as though its so painful and asked me to buy another plaster. "this one better" he said. Fine, I bought it although it's Rm5.90 for 10pcs pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put it on for him and instantly he smiled. And he can even walk properly now. Magic plaster? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diAzm7TCULQ/ToRQz2ywgPI/AAAAAAAADPs/NtRPcx2_DeI/s1600/photo-31.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diAzm7TCULQ/ToRQz2ywgPI/AAAAAAAADPs/NtRPcx2_DeI/s320/photo-31.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See can stand straight , right away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you its magic plaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-an3fOGVfhYI/ToRQ_QNRtrI/AAAAAAAADPw/YzMIMLMNogU/s1600/photo-32.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-an3fOGVfhYI/ToRQ_QNRtrI/AAAAAAAADPw/YzMIMLMNogU/s320/photo-32.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZGDEJtVCJs/ToRQqizLtXI/AAAAAAAADPo/-PwUC_D8moA/s1600/photo-30.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZGDEJtVCJs/ToRQqizLtXI/AAAAAAAADPo/-PwUC_D8moA/s320/photo-30.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He likes Finn McMissile cos he is blue. That pc of plaster just costs me 59cents per piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But since its magic plaster that can heal instantly, 59 cents also worth it lah right? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-8985873164655216704?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/8985873164655216704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=8985873164655216704' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8985873164655216704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8985873164655216704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/magic-plaster.html' title='Magic Plaster'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diAzm7TCULQ/ToRQz2ywgPI/AAAAAAAADPs/NtRPcx2_DeI/s72-c/photo-31.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-4651194912531132068</id><published>2011-10-05T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T17:42:40.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Failed!</title><content type='html'>I was working from the dining table and then I saw Jayden did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELku8jed1Mc/TowlxdzF-1I/AAAAAAAADP0/KeOceiRpA0s/s1600/photo-33.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELku8jed1Mc/TowlxdzF-1I/AAAAAAAADP0/KeOceiRpA0s/s400/photo-33.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what he likes to do. Headstands, literally using head only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he asked Justin, "Justin you do it too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Justin said "okay...Okay..... I will do it too..........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to my right and I saw this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4LD4FyjD9tc/Towl8hGefII/AAAAAAAADP4/dIipzEBZHeM/s1600/photo-34.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4LD4FyjD9tc/Towl8hGefII/AAAAAAAADP4/dIipzEBZHeM/s400/photo-34.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Failed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha did my Kids make you laugh? they certainly made me laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-4651194912531132068?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4651194912531132068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=4651194912531132068' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4651194912531132068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4651194912531132068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/10/failed.html' title='Failed!'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELku8jed1Mc/TowlxdzF-1I/AAAAAAAADP0/KeOceiRpA0s/s72-c/photo-33.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-7695777343854274126</id><published>2011-09-29T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:38:38.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Opps He did it again!</title><content type='html'>I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Justin has got this super power to hypnotise people, make them melt and buy things for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unJKXnMHELc/ToPW-Eyl4SI/AAAAAAAADPc/SfDXHnEAeuo/s1600/photo-22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unJKXnMHELc/ToPW-Eyl4SI/AAAAAAAADPc/SfDXHnEAeuo/s400/photo-22.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Manage to hypnotise his dad to buy him a coffee maker from the "reduce to clear section". The father kept saying "want meh? Don't want lah".... He kept quiet and&amp;nbsp;hold on to the toy, just sit in the cart and stare at the toy long long. And then the father like buta buta go and pay for it. :S You see, he did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Nw4BRstGX8/ToPXzXXiAmI/AAAAAAAADPg/N9a4O0EhtXY/s1600/photo-25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Nw4BRstGX8/ToPXzXXiAmI/AAAAAAAADPg/N9a4O0EhtXY/s400/photo-25.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is him, after he manage to hypnotise my sister to buy him a set of fish. All he did was hold on to it, and voila! He did it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, he is in love with fish. Any kind of fishes and he knows most of the fish name/kinds. He said fish are friends, not food. But he likes to eat fish. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But what about me? Do I get hypnotised by him?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hehe, most of the time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I have immunity to get hynotised by him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Probably I have an anti-Justin-Hyponsis filter or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4pYiTT96Bxs/ToPYkmeEsAI/AAAAAAAADPk/tAD_rsa-tos/s1600/photo-23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4pYiTT96Bxs/ToPYkmeEsAI/AAAAAAAADPk/tAD_rsa-tos/s320/photo-23.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is him, sleeping with a Talking-Toby. I refused to open and give it to him cos I asked him to clean his playroom and he didn't do a good job. So he held it tight and went to sleep with it. &lt;br /&gt;Evil? hehe someone's gotto be the bad cop right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-7695777343854274126?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/7695777343854274126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=7695777343854274126' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7695777343854274126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7695777343854274126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/09/opps-he-did-it-again.html' title='Opps He did it again!'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unJKXnMHELc/ToPW-Eyl4SI/AAAAAAAADPc/SfDXHnEAeuo/s72-c/photo-22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-2084416419616161255</id><published>2011-09-28T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T16:07:07.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Say It</title><content type='html'>I was packing some stuff in boxes to get ready for renovation. And then Justin stood in front of me. So in a hurry , I said "Move..move..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put his hands to his waist and said "You need to say it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed cos I was trying to clean up fast and there he was blocking my way. "Aiyoh please lah! Move lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said to me in a very calm voice "you must say, excuse me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kantoi, I thought. So I said "CAN YOU PLEASE EXCUSE ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very calmly he said "oh okay, and skipped away".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day he asked me for something (which i forgot what was it, out of memory edi now) and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *silent- walked away in a hurry to do something*&lt;br /&gt;JT: *followed* hey mami.. you forgot to say something ah...&lt;br /&gt;Me: what? *know what he wants me to say but saja wanna tease him*&lt;br /&gt;JT: you must say something ah....&lt;br /&gt;Me: what? I don't know what you're trying to say&lt;br /&gt;JT: *pissed* you know! you MUST say something when I say Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh? what is it? I dunno wor...&lt;br /&gt;JT: *tearing and kicking* You know wan! YOu must say!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *lol* I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;JT: YOU MUST SAY YOU'RE WELCOME!!!!! *crying*&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh..... you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;JT: *wipe tears* oh okay..*skipped away*&lt;br /&gt;Me: :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-2084416419616161255?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2084416419616161255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=2084416419616161255' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2084416419616161255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2084416419616161255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/09/say-it.html' title='Say It'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3749300787579548842</id><published>2011-09-23T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:33:24.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plants'/><title type='text'>Here we go round the Mulberry Bush...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRgk8BZjFrE/TnvtE7MIXcI/AAAAAAAADPY/7oKHyerdb2Y/s1600/photo-20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRgk8BZjFrE/TnvtE7MIXcI/AAAAAAAADPY/7oKHyerdb2Y/s400/photo-20.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken from my Mulberry tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Used to enjoy plucking these from the tree in my primary school last time until one day Mrs. Lum decided that she wants all the berries all by herself (and the tree is not hers!) She forbids everyone from plucking and I always see her plucking those and putting them into a big Tupperware. How selfish eh? Anyway&amp;nbsp;now that I have my own tree, I allow my kids to pluck (of course wash lah) and eat it fresh just like how I used to do last time. And the smile on the face is priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3749300787579548842?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3749300787579548842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3749300787579548842' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3749300787579548842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3749300787579548842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/09/here-we-go-round-mulberry-bush.html' title='Here we go round the Mulberry Bush...'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRgk8BZjFrE/TnvtE7MIXcI/AAAAAAAADPY/7oKHyerdb2Y/s72-c/photo-20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-8707144352107649571</id><published>2011-09-22T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T11:19:56.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Same Species?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;With my husband...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: babe, can you pls help me find X?&lt;br /&gt;Hub: Where ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Aiyoh.. if I know I won't ask you to help find lor...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;With Jayden...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: B ah.. Can you help mami find X?&lt;br /&gt;JD: Where?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *sighhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;With Justin...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: BB, can you please help Mami find X?&lt;br /&gt;JT: hey, I am busy ah!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *sighhhhhhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me.. is it because they are the same species that's why the action-reaction they gave me are the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-8707144352107649571?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/8707144352107649571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=8707144352107649571' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8707144352107649571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8707144352107649571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/09/same-species.html' title='Same Species?'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3917398797551662228</id><published>2011-09-21T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:44:01.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>I got a GOOOODDD Idea!</title><content type='html'>So we're in a restaurant just now and just after they finished their lunch, it began to rain very heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Me: Aiyoh! Rain lah. So heavy rain samo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;JD: Oh Rain! *damn happy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;T: Ah! Mami! I GOT A GOOOOOOD IDEA! * eyes shinning*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Me: Oh what good idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;JT: We....... CAN USE AN UMBRELLA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Me: *chardou* haha Its a very good idea, IF we have an umbrella with us now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;JT: We can go to the car to get umbrella mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Me: If I go to the car and get umbrella, then I will be wet right? If I have umbrella to walk to the car now, might as well I use the umbrella to bring all of us to the car, get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;JT: Oh... *disappointed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;JD: *Happy- noticed that he is always very chirpy dude* We... Can cover our head like this!! *cover head with both hands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Me: haha, but its raining so heavily then we'll be all wet. And if anyone of you get sick, then dadi will scold me you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;JD: oh... *disappoiinted*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited and waited until the rain turned into drizzle. So I thought we better get going cos our contractor is at home alone. So we did what we normally do, which is the bigger one will cover the smaller one with our t-shirt. But I was wearing a tight fitting blouse so I can't cover JD's head. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Usually under this kind of situation, dadi will cover JD's head and I'll cover JT's head&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So, I told JD to cover JT's head with his t-shirt and I will cover him with my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkpnGaXlCic/TnmFwv5212I/AAAAAAAADPU/EqkRkxkjRwg/s1600/shilouette.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkpnGaXlCic/TnmFwv5212I/AAAAAAAADPU/EqkRkxkjRwg/s400/shilouette.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And so we did. And we walked like a caterpillar . The small one was enjoying it. His head was entirely in JD's head so he can't see a thing. And JD asked me the sweetest thing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;"Mami, I covered titi's head. But who will cover your head?"&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kena drizzle also nevermind by then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3917398797551662228?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3917398797551662228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3917398797551662228' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3917398797551662228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3917398797551662228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-got-gooooddd-idea.html' title='I got a GOOOODDD Idea!'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HkpnGaXlCic/TnmFwv5212I/AAAAAAAADPU/EqkRkxkjRwg/s72-c/shilouette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3092632326152406101</id><published>2011-09-21T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:13:33.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>The PURPLE one lah...</title><content type='html'>We're at supermarket and JT was eating his yogurt in the cart. The lady behind us was staring at him cos he was concentrating so hard with the yogurt and he was so dirty. So she made some funny faces and teased him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: someone is looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: it's okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: someone is disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's okay la.. don't bother la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: she is disturbing me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: who lah? *pretend dunno*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; wan lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha, which &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: the one wearing &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; behind you lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Lady's dad: *speaking in teowchew* oi, you see you disturb ppl's son, now the son is complaining to the mother la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Lady: hah? got meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Lady's dad: he say the one wearing PURPLE colour, YOU LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Lady: *look at her own blouse* oh yeah hor! hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: *roll eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3092632326152406101?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3092632326152406101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3092632326152406101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3092632326152406101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3092632326152406101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/09/purple-one-lah.html' title='The PURPLE one lah...'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-380663096712618707</id><published>2011-09-15T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:15:23.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>On His Actual Bday</title><content type='html'>backdated post (again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He officially turned 3 on the 10th , which is a Saturday. So we've been telling them to be good so they can attend titi's bday party on Saturday. So come Saturday both of them were so happy. When I broke the news to Jayden that Justin's party is only the 2 of them, his face changed and he was so disappointed. "Why so little people he asked me. Where are the rest?" (Long story cut short, too many things happened) I just said "it's okay, we just celebrate and have fun ourselves okay?" So off we went to KidsZone in Plaza Damas. When we got there, there were about 15 kids so it's pretty empty. Both of them enjoyed it, at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-El7RXOO52xQ/TnB6r9kS4jI/AAAAAAAADO0/Wik8_Hpi940/s1600/photo-8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-El7RXOO52xQ/TnB6r9kS4jI/AAAAAAAADO0/Wik8_Hpi940/s400/photo-8.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kept asking me to take his picture with a pose like this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MX0ylKwRxJA/TnB8qDPHq1I/AAAAAAAADPA/jenTIby5KZI/s1600/photo-11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MX0ylKwRxJA/TnB8qDPHq1I/AAAAAAAADPA/jenTIby5KZI/s400/photo-11.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the lil guy and the big guy.&lt;br /&gt;He was sleeping when we had our lunch before coming to kidszone. So he was hungry and I bought him sausage bun and soya bean drink for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ3y3vBpw1o/TnB62gg089I/AAAAAAAADO4/b-GPHjtLzbw/s1600/photo-9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ3y3vBpw1o/TnB62gg089I/AAAAAAAADO4/b-GPHjtLzbw/s200/photo-9.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmxqfJpK54E/TnB66SwXIYI/AAAAAAAADO8/L4KzgPDt8I8/s1600/photo-10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmxqfJpK54E/TnB66SwXIYI/AAAAAAAADO8/L4KzgPDt8I8/s200/photo-10.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after lunch, he went straight to "work". When the ball flew out from the machine, he jumped flapping his hands. On and off he'll come and tell me that someone pushed him, someone snatched his toy, someone scold him. Yeap, that's my Justin boy. &amp;nbsp;Never get bullied. In fact he protects his older brother too :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16I2s6P7pSo/TnB9saBaYrI/AAAAAAAADPE/7oYV3uAgZDw/s1600/photo-12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16I2s6P7pSo/TnB9saBaYrI/AAAAAAAADPE/7oYV3uAgZDw/s320/photo-12.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh its been a long time I post my own picture in this blog hor? haha&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's Jayden and myself lying down on the floor and snapping our own photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sIcxWBxWg7o/TnB-ElwJsXI/AAAAAAAADPI/1nHQqfcuRD8/s1600/photo-13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sIcxWBxWg7o/TnB-ElwJsXI/AAAAAAAADPI/1nHQqfcuRD8/s320/photo-13.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with the lil guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they got bored. Really bored... cos it's only the 2 of them. No sing song, No food, no play games, no birthday cake, no FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvUJUczGAag/TnB-uI_sD5I/AAAAAAAADPM/Hi_VltL_ruQ/s1600/photo-18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvUJUczGAag/TnB-uI_sD5I/AAAAAAAADPM/Hi_VltL_ruQ/s320/photo-18.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Him and his fav fish toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really pity him. That's the first time we didn't have a proper birthday party for my kids. I always told myself to at least have a small party for my kids cos when I was younger, no one remembers my birthday and &amp;nbsp;I hardly get any bday card or gift from friends cos it always falls on during school holidays. I felt so bad for not being able to give him a party due to some personal reasons (and it sucks!). So I thought &amp;nbsp;I wanted to bring him away to a holiday and celebrate but we're renovating our house at this period of time. So no traveling for us. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P/S: Sorry Justin, probably next year you can celebrate with your friends in school yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And later that night we went for dinner with my parents. My first sis and her hub came and joined us and they gave him this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1dIv1wfsVE/TnCHItKmUnI/AAAAAAAADPQ/LS4uYQL7yUs/s1600/293454_10150377690176807_719206806_10003486_345945193_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1dIv1wfsVE/TnCHItKmUnI/AAAAAAAADPQ/LS4uYQL7yUs/s400/293454_10150377690176807_719206806_10003486_345945193_n.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool ride right?. Of course he was very happy . But cannot play at home for now cos renovation and everywhere is so dirty. So gotto wait till reno stop in like 2 weeks time. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-380663096712618707?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/380663096712618707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=380663096712618707' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/380663096712618707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/380663096712618707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-his-actual-bday.html' title='On His Actual Bday'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-El7RXOO52xQ/TnB6r9kS4jI/AAAAAAAADO0/Wik8_Hpi940/s72-c/photo-8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6264824722044244551</id><published>2011-09-13T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T10:30:56.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Justin's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>backdated post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour told me she wanted to throw a party for Justin. So we went over for a dinner the day before his birthday. I think she started preparing one day before the actual day. And so we went over at 5.30pm cos I thought I wanted to help her to prepare but then she was already mopping her floor by the time I got there. So the kids played and the mom just sit back and relax for a bit cos I have been working non stop on my designs for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYeLS6lXdl0/Tm69ivqjuXI/AAAAAAAADOk/dKNE-cPU7sc/s1600/318929_10150374034136807_719206806_9976485_791305462_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYeLS6lXdl0/Tm69ivqjuXI/AAAAAAAADOk/dKNE-cPU7sc/s400/318929_10150374034136807_719206806_9976485_791305462_n.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah my baby boy that is turning 3 (then). He looked so mature&amp;nbsp;(and obidient too)&amp;nbsp;in this pic hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXLFaQA6G5w/Tm6-Uh7AiPI/AAAAAAAADOo/6ZUcVcdJ8GU/s1600/photo-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXLFaQA6G5w/Tm6-Uh7AiPI/AAAAAAAADOo/6ZUcVcdJ8GU/s400/photo-5.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She even asked her husband to buy a cake for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rHRaFlVKF1Y/Tm6-faMNtZI/AAAAAAAADOs/QVE0ZU0CLyM/s1600/photo-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rHRaFlVKF1Y/Tm6-faMNtZI/AAAAAAAADOs/QVE0ZU0CLyM/s400/photo-6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She cooked Jeu Hu Char, Prawns, Indian Curry and also Sau Meen (birthday noodles) and not forgetting soup for Jayden too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfFIJyxHgVA/Tm6_C3qNQAI/AAAAAAAADOw/s62mv_9B2i8/s1600/photo-7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfFIJyxHgVA/Tm6_C3qNQAI/AAAAAAAADOw/s62mv_9B2i8/s320/photo-7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kiddo was very happy of course, especially when we sang bday song for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="400" width="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150374944756807" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150374944756807" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="224" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's a really HAPPY BIRTHDAY for him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6264824722044244551?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6264824722044244551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6264824722044244551' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6264824722044244551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6264824722044244551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/09/justins-3rd-birthday.html' title='Justin&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYeLS6lXdl0/Tm69ivqjuXI/AAAAAAAADOk/dKNE-cPU7sc/s72-c/318929_10150374034136807_719206806_9976485_791305462_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-75613392457902638</id><published>2011-09-09T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:53:30.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>The Witch</title><content type='html'>I went to pick Jayden up and suddenly he told me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: Mami, the witch in the Hansel and Gretel book is not a good witch&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh why ah ?&lt;br /&gt;JD: cos ah..she went and prepared a feast for Hansel &amp;amp; Gretel. All sweet things lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then? Kids like mah&lt;br /&gt;JD: No. She should cook soup with brocolli and carrot. And feed them rice.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hah.. what kind of witch is that la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny that he said that cos he likes to eat rice WITH SOUP more than desserts and he expects Hansel and Gretel to be the same also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I though some more.... if there's really a witch that served rice with soup, then she won't be able to catch any children at all. And most probably , the only witch that serves rice with soup for kids is me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai... I know. I'm gila edi. hahahhahahah Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-75613392457902638?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/75613392457902638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=75613392457902638' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/75613392457902638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/75613392457902638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/09/witch.html' title='The Witch'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-7719582784373736799</id><published>2011-09-08T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T14:56:13.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product review'/><title type='text'>Best Broom &amp; Mop or Sweeper *updated*</title><content type='html'>Okay, its aunty silai moment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must, MUST share with you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to use this sweeper from Scotch Brite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqvHVc8YWH8/Tmgsl5fm4UI/AAAAAAAADOc/i7J1GH3QU48/s1600/scotchbritehighperformancesweeper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqvHVc8YWH8/Tmgsl5fm4UI/AAAAAAAADOc/i7J1GH3QU48/s320/scotchbritehighperformancesweeper.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its approx Rm50 for this. And you need to remove the micro fibre using yr hands, hand wash and then stick and seal both the sides before you can start to clean again. I like this cos it acts like a broom and mop at the same time. But then as the days goes by, the velcro on the sides started to disappear. Not forgetting the refill microfibre is about Rm30. Not cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw this that day. &lt;a href="http://solutions.3m.com.my/wps/portal/3M/en_MY/APACScotch-BriteBrand/Scotch-Brite/Products/ProductCatalog_MY/?PC_7_RJH9U52308G350I6QP894L20E2_nid=LLZHNBRR62beJ21LCBW307gl"&gt;Scotch Brite's New Quick Sweeper&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0GdF2FfNoc/TmgtHRjBS-I/AAAAAAAADOg/GjzwjSxaCso/s1600/quicksweeper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0GdF2FfNoc/TmgtHRjBS-I/AAAAAAAADOg/GjzwjSxaCso/s320/quicksweeper.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Same thing, but:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. Cheaper. I bought mine at Rm26.90 from carrefour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. Refill is Rm 12.90&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. Brighter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Colour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4. Just remove the cloth, wash and stick it back. No need to seal the sides and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I am so damn excited about this? You know I don't have a maid and I need to do things FAST. With this, I can sweep and mop at the same time. There's another one with the wet tissue thinggy, but I dislike the after cleaning effect. I felt that its abit sticky. I prefer cleaning with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Okay, I added this cos few ppl asked me how to use this thinggy. You see the microfibre cloth (darker green) can be removed. And if you wanna use it wet, just run it under water and wring it like how you dry a towel. Then just stick it back to the sweeper's body (velcro) and you can wipe/mop the floor, wall, wherever you wanna wipe. Or if you wanna use it dry as a sweeper also can. But for me I use it wet cos it lifts the dirt and also mop at the same time. Since it's not so wet, there's no water mark/trail on my tiled floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you a joke. I was at my SIL's place that day and her maid &amp;nbsp;told me "aiyoh got one new vacuum ah.. very good one! You use ah.. no need to sweep and mop. One time, the floor very clean already!" I said "wah so good? Show me!" And she pulled me to the clothes drying rack and showed me the mircofibre cloth. "This one lah!" hahahha I laughed, cos I thought she was talking about the vacuum cleaner I am longing to buy, &lt;a href="http://www.electrolux.com.sg/node38.aspx?productid=48609"&gt;Ergorapido from Electrolux&lt;/a&gt;. But this vacuum can't reach under my bed cos its kinda low and the vacuums head is kinda fat. So I think I'll settle for this Quick Sweeper for now, until I decided to buy lottery , strike it and then maybe I'll consider to buy. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-7719582784373736799?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/7719582784373736799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=7719582784373736799' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7719582784373736799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7719582784373736799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/09/best-broom-mop-or-sweeper.html' title='Best Broom &amp; Mop or Sweeper *updated*'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqvHVc8YWH8/Tmgsl5fm4UI/AAAAAAAADOc/i7J1GH3QU48/s72-c/scotchbritehighperformancesweeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-2868335343487605012</id><published>2011-09-05T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:21:11.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>We're having dinner with my parents at this shop in Seapark and the the waitress that served us had only one eyes opened and the other one stitched up. ( Very obviously stitched up ) and I know that my kids surely will ask about it. So I asked her to come behind them to tell her our order but Jayden managed to see her before that and she whispered to me "tak apa kak. Biar dia tanya...". Jayden was very surprised and he pointed at her with the facial expression like as if he saw a ghost ( sorry, I know very rude but I don't know what other words can express his expression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;JD: MAMI! WHY HER EYES LIKE THAT WAN??? WHAT HAPPENED TO HER EYES! *pointing at her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shhhhhhhhh don't point. Very rude to point at ppl like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;JD: *stop pointing* MAMI!!!! WHY??? WHAT HAPPENED TO HER EYES??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: aiyoh Jayden! *cover his mouth* shhhhhhhh don't ask so loud. Very rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JD: BUT! BUT! BUT WHY??? Where is one more eye? WHO SEW HER EYES?!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *cover his mouth* shhhh Jayden . Don't ask so loud. Please! *whisper* If you want to ask, you can whisper to me after she leaves okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;JD: *still in shocked* Why?Why like that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *after the waitress left* well.. maybe she was holding a fork and she fell down and the fork accidently poked her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JD: *Eyes opened BIG, in shock and puts down his fork*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah...Or maybe a chopstick...Or she run around and then she fell hard on something sharp.. anything can happen wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JD: but why mami? why like that?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: cos.... when your eyes spoiled right.. cannot fix back wan. If you injured yr eyes, or poked it.. then you will be blind. and then since the eyes spoiled edi then need to remove the eyes and then removed edi then you will have a hole in your eyes. So how? Sew it back la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JD: *shocked* &amp;nbsp;BUT WHY??? WHY???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the waitress came to put our drinks down and she whisper again "tak apa kak... tak apa...* and smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JD: *Pointed again* MAMI! why her eyes like that!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: aiyohhh Jayden.. please lah. *held his hands and cover his mouth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress : tak apa kak. Biar dia tanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry.. sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JD: *mumbles *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Jayden. Stop this at once! I told you its very very rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JD: But Why! Why I cannot point?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because she will be very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JD: Why? Why she will be sad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What if you fall down and then people point at you and ask Why that boy fall down? Why that boy got blood coming out from the leg? Why Why Why? Will you be sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JD: Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then it's the same for the chehcheh. She lost her eyes edi. So she is sad. And then you point point and ask like that , you think she will be sad or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JD: Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: so... next time if you see anyone got no eyes, or no leg, or no hand, you mustn't spoint and ask so loud. Wait for them to leave then you wan quietly ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JD: okay...........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the waitress waked pass again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JD: Ahhhhhhh MAMI ! WHY HER EYES LIKE THAT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *slap forehead* aiyoh &amp;nbsp;Jayden!!! enough already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the waitress swapped area with her colleague and served the other side of the restaurant and my headache ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god! Really paiseh with my Jayden that night. He was so shocked and couldn't accept my explanation at that point. But the funny thing is, you know that Jayden has very sepet eyes right? After that night his eyes are bigger, not naturally but I can see that he tried to opened them wider. Don't know why. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-2868335343487605012?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2868335343487605012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=2868335343487605012' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2868335343487605012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2868335343487605012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/09/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6311894990634509144</id><published>2011-08-24T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T11:03:49.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Me Me'/><title type='text'>Overworked?</title><content type='html'>Monday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up and went down to make milk for JD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time put clothes in, on the washing machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came up, pass the milk bottle to him and wash up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then got him to wash up and get dressed for school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hub said he is not going for meeting, so I gotto send him to school. So I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back, ate breakfast, washed porch area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bathed dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hang clothes to dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cook Lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Titi woke up. Make milk. Wipe bum for him. Changed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweep ground floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mopped ground floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleaned kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breath for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bath and get ready to pick JD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch. Clean up kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revision/homework with JD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bath kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come up and work on the same design since last week. Sit until bum also nearly died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 o'clock went to mums to have dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back at 9.30, work samo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 plus get kids ready for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prepare milk, and pengsan by dunno what time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put clothes in washing machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boil water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brush teeth and change clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pass milk and clothes to JD and asked him to get ready himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came down to prepare lunch box for JD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sent him to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came back, breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wash porch area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raining, cannot hang clothes. Put clothes in dryer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work start. Yeap, the same design since many days ago. Brain froze, needs CPR edi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.44 am. Justin woke up. Fed milk. Changed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to lunch with sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traffic jam while on the way to pick JD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, very late edi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got there late, and they're about to hand him over to daycare but I got there in time. Saw the relieved face of Jayden who's about to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came home, put soup on stove to warm up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asked JD to do his homework and went up to check email from customer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally forgot about the pot. Pot got burnt, total black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take things out from fridge and prepare new batch of soup and get stuff for dinner ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go up and work samo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brain in ICU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work, Email sent. Replied, Change samo. Oxygen mask on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then email sent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 o'clock. Cooked fish and cooked rice. Soup ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got upstairs. Looked around. Need to clean upstairs. House looked like tornado came and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got the broom, swept, Mopped, arranged toys, sofa (oh yeah... sofa also can shift place, that's my kids), make the bed (again!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hub's back for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serve dinner , ate with half body awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleaned up kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bathed kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bathed myself. Sat in Justin's big tub (not so big for me but heck, what I care. Nearly fall asleep in the tub. Washed hair and dragged myself to off my MAC only to see reply from customer. Amended some stuff and quickly send off email and off my MAC for good for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fold clothes while watching tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make milk for kids, and went to faint on bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreamt that my other neighbour that I hardly talk with, came and told me :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs Chan, your house hor.... very kao lat. Very messy hor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought eh... how come u know wan? U never come into my house before ma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said of course I know. I can see ma.. outside also the shoes is not in proper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And your floor hor.... She used her leg to swipe the floor and can see that the floor had a big stain like as if never mopped for ages and its like oily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said in shock &lt;i&gt;BUT I JUST MOPPED WOR! how come like that????&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she di di da da complained and complained about how dirty and messy my house is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in my dream, I just thought sei lor.. I cleaned and cleaned.. and still its messy and not good enough. Sigh, I need to use soap to wipe the floor, then wipe with water again, dunno have to wipe with water how many times only the soap can be removed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah very tiring. When I am awake I'm cleaning and working like robot. When I am sleeping, I kena sound for not cleaning and doing enough. It's just too tiring. Damn tiring. I know I am overworked. But gotto hang in there cos I need to finish this project a.s.a.p so I can take a break. Gambateh Sasha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6311894990634509144?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6311894990634509144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6311894990634509144' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6311894990634509144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6311894990634509144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/08/overworked.html' title='Overworked?'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-8830405214473282982</id><published>2011-08-23T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:25:47.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Me Me'/><title type='text'>Mumbles in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sat.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Opened eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Shit!&lt;br /&gt;How come my alarm didn't ring?!&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;Is it Monday?&lt;br /&gt;How come I never iron uniform last night?&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, Die!&lt;br /&gt;Need to iron now.&lt;br /&gt;Eh wait.&lt;br /&gt;It's not Monday.&lt;br /&gt;It's.. Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;*slap forehead*&lt;br /&gt;go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*opened eyes*&lt;br /&gt;why my alarm ring when its Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;Did I iron uniform last night?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah , I did.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, its Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Get Up la..&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-8830405214473282982?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/8830405214473282982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=8830405214473282982' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8830405214473282982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8830405214473282982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/08/mumbles-in-my-head.html' title='Mumbles in my head'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-1737912743221694614</id><published>2011-08-19T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:20:41.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Cheapest, Fastest And Easiest Play Dough Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's going to be school holiday, again! This time one week long. Although there's public holiday in between, there are some days where the kids will just spend the entire day playing the Ipad, watch Thomas DVD over and over again, and also mess the entire house and make you completely worn out by the time school restarts.&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;Anyway, still got to plan some activities for them and also spend some quality time with them. Poor fellas, I think they felt they are being neglected. The older one said to me the other day "Why don't you just quit your job?!" My jaws dropped. Where did he learn such thing? Anyway, it's a wake up call for me. And then while I was thinking on what to do with them, suddenly Mott's 5min Play Dough just flew across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5986899603_02a3c5bd53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5986899603_02a3c5bd53.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;playdough pic and recipe can be found &lt;a href="http://mottisland.com/2011/07/29/5-min-diy-playdough/"&gt;here&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 tell you, its super fast and easy (just mix everything and stir and chuck into the microwave!) and best of all its cheap. And the kids can just mix all the colours together and make crap colours at the end of it and you can just throw it away and make fresh batch whenever they wanna play again. These are the stuff we made just now. hhahahah Excuse the pic, cos I used my pathetic handphone camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OtzmtgT7gOk/Tk5EbyY4kiI/AAAAAAAADOI/-wxDUOoq7j8/s1600/190820112482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OtzmtgT7gOk/Tk5EbyY4kiI/AAAAAAAADOI/-wxDUOoq7j8/s400/190820112482.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;left: my version of caterpillar and right: justin's version of caterpillar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hahhaha it looks like a snake more right? Anyhow, just let him explore by himself and see what creative stuff he can make with more practice. Jayden had fun rolling his fav Blue playdough with the rolling pin and making shapes using my bento cutters. Since its so easy, this is going to be one of our activities this coming school holiday. :) Try it, you'll love it.&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/30768441-1737912743221694614?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1737912743221694614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=1737912743221694614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1737912743221694614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1737912743221694614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/08/cheapest-fastest-and-easiest-play-dough.html' title='Cheapest, Fastest And Easiest Play Dough Ever!'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5986899603_02a3c5bd53_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-1567614961361233409</id><published>2011-08-15T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T14:30:12.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NeNeBuBu'/><title type='text'>If You don't stand up for your son, who else is going to do it?</title><content type='html'>Last year around this time, hub and I both got into a heated argument. I remember very well that it was after Justin's birthday party. Someone made a remark about Jayden. He asked "why Jayden likes to play train only? Why he doesn't play with other people? Why he likes to spin like that ? Why Why Why" So hub told me that night that maybe we should get Jayden checked and something is wrong with him. I cried, of course. I cried more cos "someone" said that my house is messy and made the kids brain is messy too. So I cleaned the house at 12.30am until 3 am. I cleaned the damn house until it's speck clean and I fell asleep on the sofa cos I took sleeping medicine, knowing that I will be extremely active after cleaning the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I thought if he has something wrong I will get help for him. So I went and observe other kids in his class. I noticed that not only him has that characteristics. Some kids only talk to certain people. Some kids talk to every tom, dick, and harry.Then onwards I became an observer until today I am still doing it. The way he hold pencil , used to be wrong. But so many is wrong. So everyone is not right is it? Then onwards, I told myself if someone gotto stand up for him before he can stand up for his own, then it's gotto be ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the same boy made the same remark. He asked me "Why Jayden doesn't like to play with other people wan?" I asked him back "do you play with everyone?" He said "No. Only some people that I like". "Then why Jayden cannot play with whoever he likes?" He said "but he only play with his brother". I said "But Justin is his best friend. Why he cannot play with his best friend?" He then ask "why he only like trains?" I asked him back "What do you like?" He said "PSP and PS3 games lor" "Then why not you like other things?". I asked him back "why don't you like other things besides PSP and PS3?" He replied "cos its boring". "So maybe Jayden also think that other things besides trains are boring too?". He said "yeah hor...then why he likes to spin". I said "when I was small I used to spin like that. And I think its nice , and after you stop you will see the world is spinning . Its funny la. Why cannot is it?" He said "No.. No..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then onwards, he never ask anything and he began to play with Jayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his dad said that the way he writes his name is weird. I went and check out others, few kids writes the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he gets excited he will start to jump and then hold his birdie. Of course I went and observe, guess how many of his classmates are doing that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About spinning, I noticed that a few of his friends are doing it too. I used to do it, why can't he do it? What spin also against the law ah now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, people likes to talk, judge and simply say things. But it is my duty to stand up for him when someone tried to kill him with words.If not me, then who else, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-1567614961361233409?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1567614961361233409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=1567614961361233409' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1567614961361233409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1567614961361233409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-you-dont-stand-up-for-your-son-who.html' title='If You don&apos;t stand up for your son, who else is going to do it?'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-2391555267518307476</id><published>2011-08-11T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T13:35:09.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><title type='text'>Same Style</title><content type='html'>We find it &lt;s&gt;weird&lt;/s&gt; special the way he writes his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHOLnFjAdFg/TkNn3BDuxII/AAAAAAAADOA/S0ytGNrPclU/s1600/110820112462+copy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="48" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHOLnFjAdFg/TkNn3BDuxII/AAAAAAAADOA/S0ytGNrPclU/s320/110820112462+copy2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that the y is in Capital Y and not small y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning while I accompanied him to pass up his homework, I noticed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfRvL2-ydpE/TkNoVnLvvpI/AAAAAAAADOE/8V8oXCvBhGQ/s1600/110820112462+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfRvL2-ydpE/TkNoVnLvvpI/AAAAAAAADOE/8V8oXCvBhGQ/s400/110820112462+copy.jpg" width="400" /&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;haha Do you see what I see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only they write the y in Capital Y but the writing is almost the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-2391555267518307476?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2391555267518307476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=2391555267518307476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2391555267518307476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2391555267518307476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/08/same-style.html' title='Same Style'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHOLnFjAdFg/TkNn3BDuxII/AAAAAAAADOA/S0ytGNrPclU/s72-c/110820112462+copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-883755472244009885</id><published>2011-08-10T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:15:52.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><title type='text'>Sweet Child Of Mine</title><content type='html'>In the car, turning into the house's porch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;JT: Jayden, your bestfriend is home edi (saying that their daddy is home and dadi is Jayden's best friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;JD: *quickly hold my hand and whisper* mami..I love you. You are my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Me: huh? hahhaha I thought your best friend is dadi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;JD: no... no.. *kiss hand* you're my best friend. I love you or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Me: love... Then who's dadi's best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;JD: *whisper * justin la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet fella. Always worried that I might get upset or angry.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hEIx4bAjVo/TkItJZ0eafI/AAAAAAAADN8/MFgUuf6xiXU/s1600/100820112457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hEIx4bAjVo/TkItJZ0eafI/AAAAAAAADN8/MFgUuf6xiXU/s400/100820112457.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is him, doing his homework. Just got back from school, ate lunch and straight to homework and revision. Sometimes when I see that he is too sleepy, I'll ask him to go and take a nap first but he insists to do homework first then only rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just look at him and I give myself a good pat at the back. "Sasha, your screaming and tears all these while is paying off slowly..keep on the good work" . Sendiri praise sendiri you think? Of course ma! People will only pijak pijak and criticise when they see something wrong. But when you are doing something good they will praise the kid "GOOD BOY!". No one will say "GOOD MOMMY!" Right? hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just grateful that he is so good and hoping that Justin will follow his footsteps, cos Justin really look up to him as his idol. That's why I am extremely strict with Jayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:I hope I don't jinx it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-883755472244009885?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/883755472244009885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=883755472244009885' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/883755472244009885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/883755472244009885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/08/sweet-child-of-mine.html' title='Sweet Child Of Mine'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hEIx4bAjVo/TkItJZ0eafI/AAAAAAAADN8/MFgUuf6xiXU/s72-c/100820112457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3368853817526646539</id><published>2011-08-10T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T10:35:47.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>POuR AwAy!</title><content type='html'>Justin usually:&lt;br /&gt;Wakes up and walk to me, quietly.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll greet him with a hug and "Good Morning baby. Did you have a good sleep? Did you dream of me?"&lt;br /&gt;And he'll answer ....some stuff la depending on his mood.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll say "okay, why don't you go and wait for me and I make "celebration time" for you?&lt;br /&gt;And he'll run to the bedroom and lie down on the bed waiting for his milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I was at my working room and he came over.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him "DO you want milk?"&lt;br /&gt;He said NOPE! and walked to his playroom to play with his new train.&lt;br /&gt;So since I went down stairs to do something, I thought why not make milk just in case he change his mind when he sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going up, he was at the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: WHY YOU MAKE MILK FOR ME?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh? You don't want it?&lt;br /&gt;JT: I WANT MILK. BUT NOT THIS ONE. POUR AWAY! and make AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;Me: * think..: should I pretend to go down to the kitchen and come out again and said Oh I pour away edi.. this is new one or just stand firm. Decision made and walked to my working room and put the milk on the table*&lt;br /&gt;JT: *hug the chair's leg* you pour away.. pour THIS ONE AWAY NOW! *whine Whine Whine Whine samo*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Look. I only make one time and this is the one that you will drink or I will give it to BoBo Later.&lt;br /&gt;JT: No! It's my milk.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So?&lt;br /&gt;JT: I'll drink it!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine!&lt;br /&gt;JT: *took milk and went off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, another session of Mr Angin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3368853817526646539?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3368853817526646539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3368853817526646539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3368853817526646539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3368853817526646539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/08/pour-away.html' title='POuR AwAy!'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-5223339622463661314</id><published>2011-08-09T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T11:54:56.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Mr Angin: Part "dunno what number edi"</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow10RgROdPc/TkCcg_F1bUI/AAAAAAAADNs/gk5GBgw38f0/s1600/050820112416+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow10RgROdPc/TkCcg_F1bUI/AAAAAAAADNs/gk5GBgw38f0/s320/050820112416+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Before we went for his class, he refused to wear underwear. He said he only wanna wear his jeans. So when I insisted that he put on his undie, he lied down on the staircase and refused to move and cried cried cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTmlQV3Y8Ok/TkCchr-Ym5I/AAAAAAAADNw/qESKGj746-M/s1600/050820112417+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTmlQV3Y8Ok/TkCchr-Ym5I/AAAAAAAADNw/qESKGj746-M/s320/050820112417+copy.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I said,&lt;i&gt;" fine. Don't go. I'm going to the class myself!"&lt;/i&gt; And he quickly rushed out but refused to wear his Blue crocs. Only wants red crocs. But I don't know where are the red ones, so I said &lt;i&gt;"nevermind la.... wear blue lah..."&lt;/i&gt; and he scolded me&lt;i&gt; "NO! I ONLY WANT RED SHOES!"&lt;/i&gt; I said fine.. &lt;i&gt;"don't wear anything"&lt;/i&gt; and I went into the car. And of course he quickly put on blue shoes and hopped into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he slept in the car and woke up in class. And havoc again. Asked me why I removed his shoes for him. &lt;i&gt;"I want to wear back my shoes !" "Fine. go and wear yourself"&lt;/i&gt; I said. He said &lt;i&gt;"No. You must wear it back for me"&lt;/i&gt;. I replied &lt;i&gt;"Nope"&lt;/i&gt;. So he went back out, put on the shoes and removed them again and came into the class. And he was a jolly dude in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPOQYgan6pA/TkCcuVZr4pI/AAAAAAAADN0/oSbhH1K1FFs/s1600/050820112421+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPOQYgan6pA/TkCcuVZr4pI/AAAAAAAADN0/oSbhH1K1FFs/s320/050820112421+copy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And even jolly-ier when I bought him his colourful sprinkled donut for snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*put minyak angin and rub rub*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-5223339622463661314?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/5223339622463661314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=5223339622463661314' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/5223339622463661314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/5223339622463661314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/08/mr-angin-part-dunno-what-number-edi.html' title='Mr Angin: Part &quot;dunno what number edi&quot;'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow10RgROdPc/TkCcg_F1bUI/AAAAAAAADNs/gk5GBgw38f0/s72-c/050820112416+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3586513841477884731</id><published>2011-08-08T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:30:21.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>No More Dots Dots?</title><content type='html'>So both my kids took turn to get measles. First was Jayden, and then 2 weeks later was Justin's turn. So I have been staying most of the time at home with them, no jalan-jalan, just stay at home and rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIf8Q-xV6lQ/Tj9RX4jgbkI/AAAAAAAADNo/DQ3Y_IZpxog/s1600/DSC_0613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIf8Q-xV6lQ/Tj9RX4jgbkI/AAAAAAAADNo/DQ3Y_IZpxog/s400/DSC_0613.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jayden and Justin playing with the ipad on the hammock, homebound cos of measles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Friday I told them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sleep early yeah... tomorrow we can go kai kai edi.&lt;br /&gt;JT: we can go kai kai? Is it because I don't have dots dots anymore?! *hands rubbing on body*&lt;br /&gt;Me: YA MAN! no more dots!&lt;br /&gt;JD: Is it because I also don't have anymore dots?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah, both of you recovered.&lt;br /&gt;JD and JT: YAYYYYY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: so where do you wanna go tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;JT: I want to go to the ice cream soda, to buy ribena!&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAH???? &amp;nbsp;where is that? go to ice cream soda and buy ribena???? hahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;JT: yeah go to ice cream soda there , to buy ribena lah!&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay okay we'll go to the ice cream soda to buy ribena for you tomorrow. Jayden, then where do you wanna go?&lt;br /&gt;JD: I want to go ikea!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hah? Ikea? To see furniture ah?&lt;br /&gt;JD: *smile smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;Justin wanna go to Ice Cream Soda to buy ribena = Wanna go to 7-11, cos he saw the ice cream soda next to the ribena the night before. Hence 7-11 = Ice Cream Soda. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden wanna go to Ikea = actually he wanna go to metrojaya curve to play with the wooden track with his own trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note for myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Jayden Measles Discovery Date :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;12/07/2011&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Justin Measles Discovery Date:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;27/07/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3586513841477884731?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3586513841477884731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3586513841477884731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3586513841477884731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3586513841477884731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-more-dots-dots.html' title='No More Dots Dots?'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIf8Q-xV6lQ/Tj9RX4jgbkI/AAAAAAAADNo/DQ3Y_IZpxog/s72-c/DSC_0613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-8848189243175183616</id><published>2011-08-01T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:03:46.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Me Me'/><title type='text'>Am I normal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I used to think alot about this. Am I normal or not? Why is it so hard for me to cope with the housework when it seems like so easy for others. No one complains except me. Why ah? Am I lazy? Is it too hard? Is it..is it, so many is its.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I opened my facebook and ppl are posting about holidays, happy moments, food, everything damn thing that happened. And I looked at mine and all I post about is my kids. Boring? I don't know. That's all I can talk about anyway. When I am at home, I sit down and I look at both my kids eating lunch. And they'll talk about Thomas all day. "You know why Gordon is so fast?" one asked. "Because he pulls the express trains!" another answered. &amp;nbsp;When my hub is home and having dinner, we looked at each other cos both our kids talk about trains again. And I asked him "feel like a stranger sharing a table at the restaurant? hehe welcome to the gang". I said "at least you can go out and talk to your customers and friends. Me? haha I talk to the wall" Noticed that housewives gather at the playground and they seems to talk and talk and talk? I don't blame them. Imagine, that's the only time u get to talk "LIVE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Then I read this book, GoodNight Nobody. A housewife and a mum of 3 kids. When she was at the playground, looking at all mums yakking, all properly dressed, the kids all nice and happy. Their house are always speck clean with fresh flowers decorated. She wondered "why are they so perfect? Am I not normal?" Oh Bingo! I said. That's exactly how I felt.And I wonder and wonder...and then I saw one of my friend's FB status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A real woman always keeps her house clean and organized, the laundry basket is always empty. She's always well dressed, hair done. She never swears, behaves gracefully in all situations and all circumstances. She has more than enough patience to take care of her family, always has a smile on her lips, and a kind word for everyone. Post this as your status if you, too, have just realized that you might be a man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;haha funny ain't it? And then I remember this sentence that my aunt told me , she said her son (my cousin) said it to her &lt;i&gt;"A neat house is not a cosy house"&lt;/i&gt;. haha. To be honest I'm very scared to be in a house that is superbly neat, cos it looks like a showhouse with labels "DO NOT SIT" or "DO NOT TOUCH" sign. Once we went to another cousin's house and she bought some wood furniture and my son went and played train on the furniture and scratched it. Her face.. FUIYOH... and the mum can say "that chair is 5k you know?" &amp;nbsp;Staying in a house like that is really "heart attack". Better shrink wrap every human that goes into the house la, right? Anyway... what am i writing ah? &amp;nbsp;Oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I think I am normal la but I am the kind that is expressive and not the kind that keeeep and keep everything and then diam diam cry at one corner. &amp;nbsp;If I wanna cry I will stand in the middle of the house and cry loud loud. Cos its my own house ma. It's not an easy task to get the house looking like a house with 2 boys around. People said that "cleaning the house with kids are like shoving snow while its snowing". &amp;nbsp;So I do what I can, when I can. Perfect , my house can never be. But cosy, is definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;P/S: sasha what talking you?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;P/S/S: muahahhaa I also dunno. I just wanna express what i feel inside. Can or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-8848189243175183616?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/8848189243175183616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=8848189243175183616' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8848189243175183616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8848189243175183616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/08/am-i-normal.html' title='Am I normal?'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3800453871431961976</id><published>2011-07-29T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:12:43.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Overprotective</title><content type='html'>There was this lady that is always at the playground with her grandson. I always wondered why is she the way she is, overprotective. She'll be hovering around the kid, "M... careful. M, don't run so fast. M, slowly. M, watch out. M ..*wipe sweat*, M, drink water. M..... M....M.....M......" she'll be running together with the active kid all over the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been like near to 3 years I have been staying at this taman. But I seldom go to the park cos I'm alone with 2 kids and I think with the crime rate now, it's pretty dangerous to go to the park if there's not many ppl around. And if I'm there I'll be like a hawk , guarding my kid from nearby and I'll stare the hell out of anyone who would bully my kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, one fine day we're sitting on the swing and suddenly she said to me &lt;i&gt;"You know, why I am so protective over M?" &lt;/i&gt;Wuah.. I thought &lt;i&gt;"eh this woman can read my freaking mind wan leh!"&lt;/i&gt;. Then she told me about how she used to guard the kid from nearby and she'll chat with the other moms and grandmas. Then one day, her grandkid suddenly just stood there and cried out loud. He kept saying his bum is painful. And when she checked his bum, it was burning red like as if someone placed a burning iron rod on his bum, one straight line. She then asked M to come and showed me the scar. Its was very clear and it was huge. That happened 2 years ago and the scar is still very visible.Imagine he was only 3 then. She &amp;nbsp;then asked the ppl arond what happened and no one know what happened. In fact whoever who was at the playground was all the ppl she knows. So they rushed the kid to emergency ward and the doctor came and asked M's mum who took care of M while this happened.&lt;i&gt;" Is it the maid?"&lt;/i&gt; And when they said it was the grandma the doctor said &lt;i&gt;"okay, I don't want to ask anymore questions"&lt;/i&gt;. Until now, no one know what happened. Of course she got blamed for what had happened and she is now so worried that something happened to the kid again while in her care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor woman, she is helping her daughter to take care of the kid and the responsibility to take care of a kid is really huge, just imagine the stress. I must say, I felt sorry for her and also mad at myself for judging her for being overprotective without knowing the history. So when you're pissed at someone for being overprotective, maybe... just maybe they have a history that made them that way. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3800453871431961976?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3800453871431961976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3800453871431961976' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3800453871431961976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3800453871431961976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/07/overprotective.html' title='Overprotective'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6485937642231391108</id><published>2011-07-28T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:24:01.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Bring the Ipad</title><content type='html'>We went holidaying few days ago in Melaka and the resort didn't have any internet connection for him to view his youtube videos.So automatically he didn't ask for the ipad but as soon as we got home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Mami. Bring the ipad. I need to check the thomas video. Now got internet edi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;Fuiyoh&lt;/i&gt;, internet also you know&lt;i&gt; ah?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Yeah. Need internet to see my favourite thomas video &lt;i&gt;wan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: so *poke poke* what is internet &lt;i&gt;jek?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Internet is.... INTERNET &lt;i&gt;lah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6485937642231391108?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6485937642231391108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6485937642231391108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6485937642231391108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6485937642231391108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/07/bring-ipad.html' title='Bring the Ipad'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6263654708136942010</id><published>2011-07-27T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:36:53.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NeNeBuBu'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>First I lost my mojo to sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I lost my mojo to design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I lost my mojo to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even lost my mojo to post in fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vad's happening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6263654708136942010?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6263654708136942010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6263654708136942010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6263654708136942010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6263654708136942010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-1986758829752335543</id><published>2011-07-26T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T16:04:26.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Speak Mandarin</title><content type='html'>Jayden: Mami, who coloured this toby face with brown colour?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ni yau wen wo tung shi, ni jiou chiang hwa yi la (你要问我东西，你就讲华语啦-if you wanna ask me anything then you need to use mandarin to ask me) &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[fuiyoh... like real. actually the mother dunno how to speak mandarin. Saja bantai only]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: *think think*. Mami, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHO&amp;nbsp;颜色&lt;/span&gt; (colour) Toby?&lt;br /&gt;Me: :S hehe wo pu chi tau wor... (我不知道噢)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny cos he direct translate the colour with colour pencil and he doesn't know how to say WHO in mandarin and he mixed both the english and chinese together. Funny, but at least he tried. And soon he will be the one laughing at me cos he is going to chinese school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-1986758829752335543?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1986758829752335543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=1986758829752335543' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1986758829752335543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1986758829752335543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/07/speak-mandarin.html' title='Speak Mandarin'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-7665733326084519242</id><published>2011-07-21T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T09:59:55.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NeNeBuBu'/><title type='text'>TooT!</title><content type='html'>We're supposed to have a reno in our house. Supposed to do it like months ago. But got delayed because of so many issues. And the recent one seems so real, like IT IS GOING to happen. But it never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contractor was supposed to work for me. But my neighbour's neighbour had been using my contractor at her house before he come over to work at mine. So one day, add one window. Then see, see, why not add another window. Then see samo, paint this wall. See samo, why not paint this wall also. Then see samo, why not we make a balcony like hers. Add ha.. Add ha.. it's like one freaking month and the fler is still adding more things. I got pissed and started to rant at my immediate neighbour about it. I said "i felt like going to him and tell him U slowly add la.. whole year add also nehmind. I find another guy to do my house". My neighbour, I think she felt sorry cos she was the one that passed my contractor's number to the other neighbour. So she quickly went and told the contractor about it. And then, the contractor told my husband that he's done with my neighbour and can start reno-ing our house the next day. But looking at the condition of my neighbour's house, we know it's not 100% done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came and measure and "YA, YA, YA, BOLEH" and I told him. YOU MUST finish this reno before chinese 7th month. And his eyes went big. I said "if you don't have confidence that you cannot finish on time, then postpone". But then I guess he wanted to secure the deal so he said "BOLEH".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my hub and I quickly move the pots and pans into the living hall. Oh by the way, we're shifting the toilet which is located smack right in the middle of the house to the back corner to make way for a bigger dry kitchen. My hub moved the dining table to the side, all chairs up. Things all moved everywhere. I haven't been cleaning much cos what is the point right? Cos when u reno, one part of the house the entire house gets dirty. So clutter everywhere, dust.. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the day came and he sms "kereta rosak. Esok baru datang". &lt;i&gt;NiaTooT ah!&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, Kereta rosak again.&lt;br /&gt;I told my hub you go and tell him, takpe. Hari hari rosak pun tak apa. Tak Payah Buat.&lt;br /&gt;But of course my hub didn't say like that. He samo say, "tak apa la..buat lain hari la. Lepas Hari raya". &amp;nbsp;I am surprised he didn't wished him Selamat Hari Raya also. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u know what? right after my hub left my house, my neigbhbour called and told me that the contractor is at my neighbour's&amp;nbsp;neighbour&amp;nbsp;house. Probably collecting money. Oh.. kereta sudah baik kah? I never bother to ask. I just smsed my hub about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my neighbour went to "investigate". Chewah.. so professional! and found out that he is not done there. Still got more to do. But since my neighbour didn't pay him full, he also stopped his work. You wait for me, I wait for you. And then I wait for them. Sien or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the pots and pans are still in the living hall. The dining table is still at the wall with tones of stuff on it. Chairs stacked upside down. To clean or not to clean? &amp;nbsp;The house is damn cluttered with things all over. I'm not a very "neat" person but then looking at the condition of the house, my brain&amp;nbsp;gets cluttered. I come home (well, I am always home, right?) I see my house.. wah sien.... so sien.... Lepas hari raya wor.. Selamat Hari raya lor! Toot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-7665733326084519242?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/7665733326084519242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=7665733326084519242' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7665733326084519242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7665733326084519242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/07/toot.html' title='TooT!'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6066421621217377800</id><published>2011-07-14T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T12:55:34.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Stick Bum Bum : Part 3</title><content type='html'>overheard their conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: neh.. you see. The red ball wanna stick bum bum with the girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Justin: he he he YES......&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: But then the black ball don't allow the red ball to stick bum bum&lt;br /&gt;Justin: he he Yes...&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: Then the black ball BOINK the red ball and catch the girlfriend and run away&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Yes....&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: and then the red ball wake up and cannot find the girlfriend anymore&lt;br /&gt;Justin: yes....&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh.. what are you all watching ah?&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: ah.. nothing nothing... *shy and run away*&lt;br /&gt;Justin: hehe *run away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were they talking about??&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TDN3CYYEdxw" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Trailer for the game Red Ball on Ipad. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6066421621217377800?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6066421621217377800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6066421621217377800' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6066421621217377800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6066421621217377800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/07/stick-bum-bum-part-3.html' title='Stick Bum Bum : Part 3'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TDN3CYYEdxw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-4579476448427167133</id><published>2011-07-12T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T16:04:17.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Uik???!!!</title><content type='html'>on the bed at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jayden.. you're big boy edi. 5 years old edi.. it's time to move to your own bedroom you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: No! I am 4 years old only. I don't want to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: well.. this year you are 5 years old, then next year you will be 6. What cake do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: Thomas Cake (aiyoh same request since 2 years old!) But still, I don't want to be 6 years old. I want to be small forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cannot.. even if you don't want to grow up, you will sure grow up wan. Now you are 5, then slowly 6, then slowly 7. That time you need to change school edi. Then everyday I will give you 1 ringgit fifty cents or maybe 2 ringgit. That time you need to learn how to buy noodles, rice, or maybe ice cream or sweets la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: *licking lips*.. buy sweets and ice cream ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah but not everyday la.ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: okay. only when I am not coughing, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes... then slowly you become bigger and bigger then can start to go to work. Wear nice shirt, nice pants then go to work. That time you earn your own money and you can give me back some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: * confused face* why give you money wan? Are you a beggar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: UIK???!!! why you say I am a beggar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: because you ask money from me ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh..... now you are small I give you money. Then when I am old, I cannot work edi ma.. so its your turn to give me back money la. if you don't give me money then who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: Dadi lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: then when I am old, dadi also old. Dadi also cannot work edi. Then who will give him money leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: err Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah... Remember ah.... when you work you need to give us some money back. Now I hold your hand, when I am old you hold back my hand okay? Now I help you to do things, when I am old you also do back the same okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: mmmmmmmmmmm okay. I don't want to grow up edi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-4579476448427167133?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4579476448427167133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=4579476448427167133' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4579476448427167133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4579476448427167133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/07/uik.html' title='Uik???!!!'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3066770025174780001</id><published>2011-07-08T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T17:25:01.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Stick Bum Bum : Part 2</title><content type='html'>JD: mami.. i love you&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Baby I love you too *kiss kiss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: can we stick bum bum?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Choi! we cannot stick bum bum wan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: cos i am your mother and you are my son ma. I can only stick bum bum with yr dadi and you can only stick bum bum with your wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: oh....where to find wife wan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: well.... you need to go to school. That's why I wake u up every morning la. Brush teeth, wear clothes and then go and do your school work. Then you must do your homework. Slowly you become bigger and bigger then you can go to work. Then one day you will meet a girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: and can stick bum bum edi ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Noooooooooooooooooo.. NOT YET....and you will keep looking at her and your heart will BOK BOK, BOk Bok, like that. And you will think of her when you eat, you sleep and all the time. Then you will go and talk to her, then slowly ask her to go and eat rice together, watch movie in cinema then you can ask her 'can you be my girlfriend?' and if she say "okay" then u can hold her hands lor. Can kiss la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: Can stick bum bum edi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Aiyoh.. not yet.. not yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: then when can stick bum bum?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: you forgot? Need to Yum Seng 3 times first wan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: Oh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: but then to yum seng, you need to find money first. Have enough money edi, then you buy house, buy car, then you bring everyone to the hotel and Yum Seng loud loud la.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: then can stick bum bum edi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...then u bring her home and stick bum bum la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: then you stick ha.. stick ha.. then she pregnant edi leh.. got baby edi.. then you become father edi. And dadi will become Grandfather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: NO! cannot be grandfather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: have to ma. That time old edi, and you have baby edi, then he will be grandfather and I wil be grandmother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: NO!! cannot be grandfather and grandmother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Why ah? (but i know why, cos he thought that when you become grandfather and old, sure die edi and he don't want us to die)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: Because I don't want you to be old. I don't want to grow up edi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: ai....sooner or later also you will become big wan. Don't worry okay? So now, you just to go school and do your homework properly okay ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JD: okay....&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/30768441-3066770025174780001?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3066770025174780001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3066770025174780001' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3066770025174780001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3066770025174780001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/07/stick-bum-bum-part-2.html' title='Stick Bum Bum : Part 2'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3066270343861516423</id><published>2011-07-07T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:14:27.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Stick Bum Bum : Part 1</title><content type='html'>We were at Cherating waiting to go on the boat to see the fireflies. So the man kept telling everyone about why the fireflies have the light, &amp;nbsp;for mating purpose. The males will have short and fast blinks while the females have long and slow blinks. And after they mate, the male will drop on the floor and die immediately and the females will go and lay some eggs and also will die. So, Jayden was looking kinda lost when the man said "MATE" as per the picture :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93XT_i548Ww/ThVgAtgolNI/AAAAAAAADNc/hPWOoA1XTII/s1600/249785_10150260509088086_735488085_8894217_3457566_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93XT_i548Ww/ThVgAtgolNI/AAAAAAAADNc/hPWOoA1XTII/s320/249785_10150260509088086_735488085_8894217_3457566_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gotto explain in my own term...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ah you hear the uncle say that the boys will have fast and short blinks. And the girls have long and slow blinks. So then they blink ha.. blink ha.. then the boy say "ah I like that "blink"" So he fly over and he look look at the girl and the girl look back at him. &amp;nbsp;If the girl also like him then she also blink ha... blink ha like that la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: And then ? after blink leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: then blink ha... blink ha.. they like each other then they go stick the bum bum together la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: why they have to stick the bum bum together wan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: because they wanna make baby ma. So stick the bum together for a while, then after the mummy pregnant edi, then the daddy will fall to the ground and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: DIE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah.. will die wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: then the mummy leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: after that she fly back to her house, lay some eggs on the ground and then she also die la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: THE MUMMY CANNOT DIE WAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah, she will die after she lay some eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: BUT I don't want the MUMMY to die!MUMMY Cannot die wan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: but then fireflies it's like that lor. Stick bum bum edi, pregnant edi, then die la. After that the eggs will have tiny fireflies coming out, you see become larvae ah, pupa ah.. then become adult fireflies and then they also blink ha..blink ha like that and then got new girlfriend and boyfriend lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: hmmmmm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: mami.. so last time you and dadi Yum Seng 3 times and then you stick bum bum and I come out already ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Fuh! terkejut cos caught me off guard* errr yeah we yum seng 3 times, then we stick la the bum bum for quite long lah.. stick for 2 years then only only u came out.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;JD: hehe okay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3066270343861516423?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3066270343861516423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3066270343861516423' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3066270343861516423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3066270343861516423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/07/stick-bum-bum-part-1.html' title='Stick Bum Bum : Part 1'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93XT_i548Ww/ThVgAtgolNI/AAAAAAAADNc/hPWOoA1XTII/s72-c/249785_10150260509088086_735488085_8894217_3457566_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-9056057639490064170</id><published>2011-07-07T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:55:13.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>The Magic Word, according to them</title><content type='html'>Justin: Mami I want to bath!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What must you say ? What is the Magic Word?&lt;br /&gt;Justin: BATH?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No... you must say ...&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: *elbow titi and whisper* you say sorry . You must say sorry wan.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Sorry mami. I want to bath!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oi! not sorry la. Sorry is when you did something wrong. Not when you ask for a favour. You must say.. pl.........&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: pl...........sorry?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No! hahahah Say Plllllllllease lah!&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Sorry , Please mami, I want to bath!&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha Aiyoh u two make me pengsan la. Come la let's bath!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-9056057639490064170?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/9056057639490064170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=9056057639490064170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/9056057639490064170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/9056057639490064170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/07/magic-word-according-to-them.html' title='The Magic Word, according to them'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-5446535584781713667</id><published>2011-07-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:12:18.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do-It-Myself'/><title type='text'>DIY/M: handphone-bag-while-charging</title><content type='html'>My new hobby is browsing Pinterest. I sit down, drink my coffee and browse and browse and browse samo.. (okay cut short!) and then I like, I re-pin, I like, I re-pin the things that I like. One of the thing that I saw was this thinggy that you put on yr plug while you charge your handphone so that it's neater and easier to find your phone. So since I bought some printed felt, I thought why not sew it and it only took me 5 mins (with sewing machine) to do this.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXFkTHxo2pI/ThCFpnO6AtI/AAAAAAAADNY/IKDb2LnuQ4o/s1600/020720112307iphone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXFkTHxo2pI/ThCFpnO6AtI/AAAAAAAADNY/IKDb2LnuQ4o/s400/020720112307iphone.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice hor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... this website is seriously addictive. I have so many things-to-do in my head before I browse and after I browse, I have MORE things-to-do. sigh.......*click X and return to pinterest*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-5446535584781713667?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/5446535584781713667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=5446535584781713667' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/5446535584781713667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/5446535584781713667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/07/diym-handphone-bag-while-charging.html' title='DIY/M: handphone-bag-while-charging'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iXFkTHxo2pI/ThCFpnO6AtI/AAAAAAAADNY/IKDb2LnuQ4o/s72-c/020720112307iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-1987132702366461398</id><published>2011-06-29T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T14:34:17.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>I see only, can?</title><content type='html'>Carrying Justin and walking on the street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Justin boy &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;.. you cannot hold my nen nen like this wan. Not nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Nice. I like to hold yr nen nen like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not nice to see &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. Put your hands down &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;.. ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: No &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;. I like. to touch touch *poke Poke * like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cannot. Later ppl also come and touch touch my nen nen like you then how? (yeah as if!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Oh, cannot touch nen nen. Then I see only can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ah see can &lt;i&gt;lah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Okay &lt;i&gt;ah!&lt;/i&gt; then I see your nen nen &lt;i&gt;Ge&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah You see only ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Okay! I see *put face near near* &lt;i&gt;Ah&lt;/i&gt;... i see ohdi. It's beautiful *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *slap forehead* Thank You &lt;i&gt;ah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WK3Idpe96v0/TgrG90L2A9I/AAAAAAAADNU/Z5EDJ70FIr4/s1600/DSC_0400-6in1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WK3Idpe96v0/TgrG90L2A9I/AAAAAAAADNU/Z5EDJ70FIr4/s400/DSC_0400-6in1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justin oh Justin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-1987132702366461398?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1987132702366461398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=1987132702366461398' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1987132702366461398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1987132702366461398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-see-only-can.html' title='I see only, can?'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WK3Idpe96v0/TgrG90L2A9I/AAAAAAAADNU/Z5EDJ70FIr4/s72-c/DSC_0400-6in1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-4321938049624712888</id><published>2011-06-28T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:11:40.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bento'/><title type='text'>Bento: Flower &amp; Star Quail Eggs</title><content type='html'>Saw the pretty quail eggs in the bentos and been wanting to try and do it myself. And finally I did it! It's really easy and fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/5879727158/" title="280620112270 by sashatan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="280620112270" height="2046" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5031/5879727158_32bb73de6a_o.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can serve it as it is or cut it in half. But if you want to cut it half, then you need the yolk to set perfectly in the middle. In order for you to get the yolk to set perfectly in the middle you need to keep stirring the eggs while you cook it in the pot. And when you place it in the mould you need to make sure that the eggs top is facing upward. Then you will get the yolk set right in the middle when you cut the egg in half. Happy Bentoing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-4321938049624712888?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4321938049624712888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=4321938049624712888' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4321938049624712888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4321938049624712888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/06/bento-flower-star-quail-eggs.html' title='Bento: Flower &amp; Star Quail Eggs'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-8726771055176080908</id><published>2011-06-22T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T18:57:46.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do-It-Myself'/><title type='text'>DIY/M: Angry Bird T-Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jayden loves BLUE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything must be BLUE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So even the angry birds, he only asks for the BLUE bird. But currently the angry birds available in the market are mainly the red, white and the pigs. And it's all very expensive. Of course, the father said "NO" cos it's going to be a "phase" thinggy - "he'll like it only for a while only. So no need to waste money".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So how? D-I-M lah! (or should I say DIY lah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Googled for some angry birds pictures and manage to redraw it on my illustrator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/5859272585/" title="angrybirdshot by sashatan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="angrybirdshot" height="240" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5025/5859272585_66739f8a1b.jpg" width="384" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/5859272591/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="220620112250 by sashatan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="220620112250" height="300" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/5859272591_1a21b1441b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then print it on transfer paper. Any brand also can, just go to the computer shop and ask for it. And then go find some plain tee. Remember to cut off the extra paper around the bird to get a nicer "bird" later.&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="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5145/5859272593_9cb0d118e2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="220620112251" border="0" height="300" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5145/5859272593_9cb0d118e2.jpg" width="400" /&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;Remember to check with the sales man whether yours is the iron ON or iron upside down kind of paper yeah. Normally for white tee is u iron upside down (like what I am doing now). If it’s for coloured tee then the picture is face up.&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 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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then wait for it to cool, and then only find a corner and REMEMBER TO PRAY HARD so that it'll turn out nice! Slowly peel it off. Again reminder: if you are using the coloured Tee transfer on, you got to peel it while it’s HOT yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/5859272595/" title="220620112255 copy by sashatan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="220620112255 copy" height="300" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3064/5859272595_3109212595.jpg" width="400" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tadaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/5859272597/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;" title="220620112256 copy by sashatan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="220620112256 copy" height="388" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/5859272597_d4e2cb5b95.jpg" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/5859272589/" title="DSC_0397s by sashatan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/5859272589/" title="DSC_0397s by sashatan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0397s" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5065/5859272589_75c1d3f552.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the Bird'S" are all very happy!&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/30768441-8726771055176080908?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/8726771055176080908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=8726771055176080908' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8726771055176080908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8726771055176080908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/06/diym-angry-bird-t-shirt.html' title='DIY/M: Angry Bird T-Shirt'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5025/5859272585_66739f8a1b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-300396744218802367</id><published>2011-06-20T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T14:29:05.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masak Masak'/><title type='text'>Simple Lunch For Kids</title><content type='html'>This is today's lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta, a can of tuna spread, boiled potato, cherry tomatoes, broccoli and hard boiled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cU57J5QM36Y/Tf7oNIjKVQI/AAAAAAAADMs/7m4Gsj0rIcM/s1600/200620112234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cU57J5QM36Y/Tf7oNIjKVQI/AAAAAAAADMs/7m4Gsj0rIcM/s400/200620112234.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they loved it. Now.. what to cook for tomorrow....*headache*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-300396744218802367?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/300396744218802367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=300396744218802367' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/300396744218802367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/300396744218802367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/06/simple-lunch-for-kids.html' title='Simple Lunch For Kids'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cU57J5QM36Y/Tf7oNIjKVQI/AAAAAAAADMs/7m4Gsj0rIcM/s72-c/200620112234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-7403858026821697332</id><published>2011-06-17T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:12:46.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time..</title><content type='html'>JT: Mami.. can you tell me a story, once upon a time?&lt;div&gt;Me: Okay.. Once upon a time, there was this boy and his name was..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: Justin Chan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: and he is ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: very naughty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: and he likes to eat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: and drink...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: Soya bean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT: Okay, finish. * sleep*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-7403858026821697332?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/7403858026821697332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=7403858026821697332' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7403858026821697332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7403858026821697332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/06/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time..'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-2444371049341134723</id><published>2011-06-15T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T11:10:34.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Hahaha....................sigh</title><content type='html'>We were at Cherating during the sch holidays and we all spent most of our time at the beach, chasing waves. So I asked Justin to hold the toys while I hold the bags and towels. And he kept crying saying it was too heavy (yeah right!) and he cried all the way from the chalet till the beach, carrying the toys. Once we reached the sandy beach, I said okay let's get into the water. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;He insisted that we walk back to the chalet, and I hold the toys and the bag and the towels and walk back to the beach again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Yeap, that's my son. He and his ridiculous requests. Very specific requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to remove his shoes and get into the water. He said &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I want you to take my shoes off for me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I said "No. Do it yourself". And drama again. Uwa Uwa Uwasss My SIL came and helped him to remove his shoes and brought him into the water. He continued to cry, insisting that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;my SIL bring him over to me, so that I will bring him back to the beach, help him to wear his shoes again, remove it again and bring him back into the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;uwa uwa uwa cos i refused to do it for him. BIL came pulak. He asked him what he wanted , and he said specifically that he want my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;BIL to pass him back to me, bring him to the beach, wear the shoes, remove the shoes FOR HIM, and then bring him into the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; My BIL heard and he double confirm with me if he heard wrongly. I said confirm, he is memang like that wan. My BIL also laughed and passed him back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him far away from everyone and I told him, the toy is not heavy. If the toy is heavy, he couldn't have carried it all the way from the chalet to the beach. And he can remove his own shoes, why need me to remove? He cried, insisted me to do like what he said. I said "Justin stop this at once or....." and I moved him far from me (he's without a float) "Or I will let go...." And he said "okay. No need to wear shoes edi". "So now wanna go have fun?" I asked him and he replied "YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he laughed and laughed and had a damn good time and then he became a half baked lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WUcl7Y2ez8/TfggjRBQvUI/AAAAAAAADMo/poCkJI27GvM/s1600/DSC_0228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WUcl7Y2ez8/TfggjRBQvUI/AAAAAAAADMo/poCkJI27GvM/s400/DSC_0228.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour always tell me that luckily I am sane enough to handle him and his behaviour cos she took care of him before so she know his attitude very well. Many mothers in his extra class asked me how I managed to train him to be so "obedient" cos he is totally another different boy in the class. When they said that, I just can smile and say "hahaha..........................................sigh"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-2444371049341134723?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2444371049341134723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=2444371049341134723' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2444371049341134723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2444371049341134723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/06/hahahasigh.html' title='Hahaha....................sigh'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WUcl7Y2ez8/TfggjRBQvUI/AAAAAAAADMo/poCkJI27GvM/s72-c/DSC_0228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6640542861274864195</id><published>2011-06-14T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T14:38:19.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>The Parcel Came!!</title><content type='html'>backdated post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Titttt tittttttt*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pos laju man came and passed me the long awaited parcel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Signed, said thank you and opened the parcel like some mad woman that never got a parcel before in her entire life and saw what's inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Absolutely LOVE it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIxp5lBBaQk/Tfb-x9Ymx3I/AAAAAAAADMc/gMOJC903IG4/s1600/DSC_0371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIxp5lBBaQk/Tfb-x9Ymx3I/AAAAAAAADMc/gMOJC903IG4/s400/DSC_0371.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its an &lt;a href="http://iknit-fibreart.com/2011/06/11/amigurumi-snail-ladybird/"&gt;Amigurumi Snail&lt;/a&gt; from Samm's I-Knit Fibreart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why the name so weird wan right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also dunno.. gotto ask Samm on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahhahaah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She gave me this and also some other stuff for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sweet of her ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26GB_dC9MqI/Tfb_8iACaQI/AAAAAAAADMg/iI1vp3OMq5Y/s1600/DSC_0373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-26GB_dC9MqI/Tfb_8iACaQI/AAAAAAAADMg/iI1vp3OMq5Y/s400/DSC_0373.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She gave my kids A sunny side up and fish Tawashi (dish scrubber) to play masak-masak with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is she kidding or what??! use that to play masak-masak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No way man! this is mami's toy in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then think think again.. maybe can use to bath also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Samm said for bathing for another type of wool wor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's mad wan i tell yiu.. I go hijack some pics from her blog and show u all ah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/5819591743_a24bb39075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/5819591743_a24bb39075.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angry bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5264/5780439167_be50cbdbdf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5264/5780439167_be50cbdbdf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reddy Cats and his friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQAJ-53szMA/TfcBGkKhE7I/AAAAAAAADMk/V0G-GI5GwqI/s1600/258595_10150272383202008_719187007_8806304_4333999_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iQAJ-53szMA/TfcBGkKhE7I/AAAAAAAADMk/V0G-GI5GwqI/s320/258595_10150272383202008_719187007_8806304_4333999_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angry Bird's pig also got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you wanna see more of her creations, hop ( i mean click) over to her &lt;a href="http://iknit-fibreart.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; la :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6640542861274864195?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6640542861274864195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6640542861274864195' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6640542861274864195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6640542861274864195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/06/parcel-came.html' title='The Parcel Came!!'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIxp5lBBaQk/Tfb-x9Ymx3I/AAAAAAAADMc/gMOJC903IG4/s72-c/DSC_0371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-9194431598427491014</id><published>2011-06-13T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:32:41.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>The Magic Song</title><content type='html'>bedtime, everyone was asleep except us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Justin.. sing me a song la..&lt;br /&gt;JT: okay. I'll sing you... ermmm Magic song.&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay.. sing la.&lt;br /&gt;JT: mmmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;Me: sing la..&lt;br /&gt;JT: wait ah.. it's coming ah..&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay.. *wait......................................................* eh.. faster la..&lt;br /&gt;JT: it's coming ah.......&lt;br /&gt;Me: *wait........................" why so long wan?&lt;br /&gt;JT: hmmm it's missing edi.&lt;br /&gt;Me" HAR???? Missing?????&lt;br /&gt;JT: yes. Magic song missing edi.&lt;br /&gt;Me: O.o *zhar dou*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-9194431598427491014?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/9194431598427491014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=9194431598427491014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/9194431598427491014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/9194431598427491014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/06/magic-song.html' title='The Magic Song'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-7431027973524363194</id><published>2011-06-10T11:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:01:49.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>I need to sack my babysitter edi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my babysitter during the school holiday. Just finished changing his brother's pajamas and now he is removing his diaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iUhoVGz-3o/TfCx41m-jQI/AAAAAAAADMU/yKB9MOBjj5s/s1600/090620112192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iUhoVGz-3o/TfCx41m-jQI/AAAAAAAADMU/yKB9MOBjj5s/s320/090620112192.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I must say he did a very good job changing his brother's shirt and also removing his diaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I went to vacuum my room and noticed something wrong when Justin walked passed me this morning. I turn around and saw this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAJq0f8FNdw/TfCx5Nd4GiI/AAAAAAAADMY/dZ5_UxZ9b6E/s1600/090620112193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAJq0f8FNdw/TfCx5Nd4GiI/AAAAAAAADMY/dZ5_UxZ9b6E/s320/090620112193.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jayden helped his brother to wear pants with both legs into a hole and pulled it up to the waist. *lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to sack my babysitter edi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-7431027973524363194?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/7431027973524363194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=7431027973524363194' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7431027973524363194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7431027973524363194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-need-to-sack-my-babysitter-edi.html' title='I need to sack my babysitter edi!'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0iUhoVGz-3o/TfCx41m-jQI/AAAAAAAADMU/yKB9MOBjj5s/s72-c/090620112192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3827352819031364412</id><published>2011-06-08T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:37:52.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product review'/><title type='text'>Thermal Cooker</title><content type='html'>Been wanting to post about this and share with everyone, my new toy (well not so new anymore cos I been postponing for months). I think every mom should have this in the kitchen especially working mum who cooks for her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this Thermal Cooker from Parkson At Rm259 plus and been using it nearly every time I cook for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNgD471bfaE/Te8luxxJ5xI/AAAAAAAADMM/JhcxC5wZv4Y/s1600/020620112159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNgD471bfaE/Te8luxxJ5xI/AAAAAAAADMM/JhcxC5wZv4Y/s400/020620112159.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just cook directly in the stainless steel pot, boil/cook on direct fire for 10 mins and transfer into the container and leave it to cook by itself. Saves electricity and it is safe since you don't need to use electricity when you're away. And best part is, it has 2 compartments so you can cook soup and also stew at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OZd7M_7NzM/Te8lwLhesjI/AAAAAAAADMQ/ZrD84o-5IWE/s1600/020620112162s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6OZd7M_7NzM/Te8lwLhesjI/AAAAAAAADMQ/ZrD84o-5IWE/s400/020620112162s.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the food and it will cook by itself for about 6 hours and when you're back home from work, your food is still warm. I must say this is a very good investment for your kitchen. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3827352819031364412?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3827352819031364412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3827352819031364412' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3827352819031364412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3827352819031364412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/06/thermal-cooker.html' title='Thermal Cooker'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNgD471bfaE/Te8luxxJ5xI/AAAAAAAADMM/JhcxC5wZv4Y/s72-c/020620112159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-7869068378639099644</id><published>2011-06-07T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:26:57.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Up and Down</title><content type='html'>was at parents house and then Justin said he wanted to pee and asked my dad to accompany him to the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: koong koong you see ah...&lt;br /&gt;Dad: see what?&lt;br /&gt;JT: you see my kkb can go up and down wan..&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;JT: *pee and his kkb went up slightly, then stop and his kkb went down, pee again and went up again and stop peeing and his kkb went down* You see? My kkb can go up and down wan *big smile*&lt;br /&gt;Dad: LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-7869068378639099644?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/7869068378639099644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=7869068378639099644' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7869068378639099644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7869068378639099644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/06/up-and-down.html' title='Up and Down'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-1063668827906657298</id><published>2011-06-02T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:19:13.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Turtle</title><content type='html'>We were at Cherating last weekend and Justin was playing with his turtle on the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: *talking to his turtle toy*&lt;br /&gt;Jt's Uncle: What is your turtle saying ah?&lt;br /&gt;JT: *rolled eyes* This turtle cannot talk wan lah! *continue to talk to his turtle*&lt;br /&gt;Jt's Uncle: O.o *char dou*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-1063668827906657298?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1063668827906657298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=1063668827906657298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1063668827906657298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1063668827906657298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/06/turtle.html' title='Turtle'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3223081218653176362</id><published>2011-05-27T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:25:14.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Dadi, don't go to work..</title><content type='html'>Justin saw his dad changing his shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: Dadi, are you changing shirt to go to work?&lt;br /&gt;Dadi: Yes..:)&lt;br /&gt;JT: No! Dadi you cannot go to work!&lt;br /&gt;Dadi: *happy*&lt;br /&gt;JT: walked off...&lt;br /&gt;Me: hehe you think he miss you is it? look behind you.&lt;br /&gt;Dadi: Ah??&lt;br /&gt;JT: *hijacked dadi's iphone to play games*&lt;br /&gt;Me: he doesn't want you to go to work cos he wanna play with your iphone. Not miss you la..Char dou or not? hahahha&lt;br /&gt;Dadi: ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3223081218653176362?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3223081218653176362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3223081218653176362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3223081218653176362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3223081218653176362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/05/dadi-dont-go-to-work.html' title='Dadi, don&apos;t go to work..'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3968377994054186489</id><published>2011-05-26T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:43:42.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><title type='text'>OLD CUCUMBER</title><content type='html'>Jayden told me last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how come there's no soup. I need old cucumber soup. Egg soup is NOT nice. Mami, your cooking is not nice. Poh Poh's cooking is nice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; offended with what he said. Why ah ? Maybe no energy left. Or maybe I myself admit that my cooking is not nice. hehe or&amp;nbsp;Probably I thought to myself.. "hey... if i can say that his writing is not nice.. why can't he say my cooking is not nice right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to Pasar Malam and I asked him "so jayden what do you wanna buy at the pasar malam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he replied "OLD CUCUMBER! you must remember to buy old cucumber and make soup for me ah. You don't make the egg soup anymore. It's NOT nice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.. and so we went and he really make sure we bought the old cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prize for guessing correctly what is for dinner tonight. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3968377994054186489?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3968377994054186489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3968377994054186489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3968377994054186489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3968377994054186489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/05/old-cucumber.html' title='OLD CUCUMBER'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-70583032723185951</id><published>2011-05-16T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:03:41.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Run Away</title><content type='html'>JT found a new pack of play-doh and asked me to open it up for him. Of course I said no, cos it's kinda late and I don't wanna clean up after him. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: Mami, can you please open this for me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;JT: please?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope. I don't want you to play this. You will make everywhere dirty.&lt;br /&gt;JT: *walked over to Big C* Dadi.. can you please open this for me?&lt;br /&gt;Big C: but mami say cannot play wor..&lt;br /&gt;JT: Let's run away!&lt;br /&gt;Big C: run where?&lt;br /&gt;JT: run to there *point to master bedroom*&lt;br /&gt;Big C: ah hide in the room and play ah?&lt;br /&gt;JT: YES! Come let's run away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky lil fella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: naah.. he tried so hard but his dad didn't open for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-70583032723185951?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/70583032723185951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=70583032723185951' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/70583032723185951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/70583032723185951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/05/lets-run-away.html' title='Let&apos;s Run Away'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-2366963330262239571</id><published>2011-05-12T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:32:30.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Why You Speak Chinese?</title><content type='html'>JD: Mami, why &amp;nbsp;you like to speak to dadi in chinese wan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: because we are chinese. So we talk in chinese la. Are you chinese?&lt;br /&gt;JD: No. I am english. You also english.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nolah.. I am chinese. Dadi also chinese. You're also chinese you know?&lt;br /&gt;JD: no... but I speak english.&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah, you speak english but you are chinese. Actually you should also speak chinese.&lt;br /&gt;JD: No la. I am english. you also english but poh poh is mandarin okay?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *give up*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-2366963330262239571?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2366963330262239571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=2366963330262239571' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2366963330262239571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2366963330262239571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-you-speak-chinese.html' title='Why You Speak Chinese?'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-8036448810910155337</id><published>2011-05-03T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T17:37:58.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>JaydYn and JustinA</title><content type='html'>Last night they refused to sleep. So the crazy mum made up a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Once upon a time, there were 2 naughty girls called Jaydyn and Justina. They love to mess the house after the mummy cleaned it up. Justina love to pour water and juice on the floor after the mummy mopped it. Jaydyn love to throw his toys everywhere. So one day, while cleaning the house the mummy DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: * eyes went big*&lt;br /&gt;JT: *come closer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So then, the daddy fast fast find a new step mother for Jaydyn and Justina. So when the daddy goes to work, the step mum will scold and scold the girls and use the cane to whack whack whack whack whack leg, whack hand, whack back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: *jayden's eye got bigger , Justin scared*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: whack and whack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: *jayden adjust legs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: and whack whack and scold samo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: *tearing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: and then one day the new mummy got pissed with them and then she asked CHL to send the girls to the jungle.Then the daddy also listened to the new step mum and used his honda civic and asked the girls to get into the car and drove to the jungle. Once they got into the jungle, he opened the door and KICKED them out and drove off very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: *blink eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jaydyn said "Daddy!! don't leave us here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Justina leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: She cried lor. Cos she is scared ma. And also hungry.So the day became night.. and no food, cold, no house to stay. They walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: *tearing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: And then, the end lor. They stay in the jungle by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*JD: why the daddy never go back and take Jaydyn and Justina?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: because the step mummy don't like them ma. Samo always mess the house. So you know what is the moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: You must call 999 and call the police! *angry* And ask the daddy to go back and take Jaydyn and Justina because they want to go home and they are very hungry and sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: cannot... cos if bring home edi, then tomorrow the step mum will ask the daddy to throw them away again ma. So you know what is the moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD: what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: don't piss yr mummy by messing the house and make her die lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD &amp;amp; JT: *looked at each other* .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay go to bed ah. Don't make yr mummy piss off. Later she die then you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: *go to bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahhaha sometimes i am scared of myself for being so crazy. muahahhahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-8036448810910155337?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/8036448810910155337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=8036448810910155337' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8036448810910155337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/8036448810910155337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/05/jaydyn-and-justina.html' title='JaydYn and JustinA'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-2619956318218744896</id><published>2011-04-27T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:42:56.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Try Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/04/battle-of-monster-mum-game-on.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The next day, I asked the kids to clean the play room before going to bed. Again, of course he dili-dalied, walked here and there while Jayden was cleaning the room like speedy gonzales. He is like the sweetest brother, kept cleaning and saying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Jayden: Justin ah.. this one is your toy. This one also (while picking up the toys)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: Whatever Justin play with just now. You leave it. Let him do it himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Jayden: Okay mami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: whoever never clean up room, no need to drink "celebration time" (milk for justin and milo for jayden)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Jayden: I'm done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: Okay. *head down to make Milo for jayden*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: please mami. I also want celebration time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: Can. After you clean up the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: No. I don't want to clean up. I want celebration time now! uwaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: Nope. I told you. If you never clean up, then no nen nen for you. If you want, then you go and clean yr room first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: No. I don't want. I ask dadi to make celebration time for me. *runs upstairs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: *pass Milo to jayden* *whisper* go drink in front of Justin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: dadi.....please make nen nen for me. uwaaa uwaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dadi: Stop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: UWaaaaa Uwaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dadi: cry louder la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: Pleasee mami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: I told you. If you never clean the toys. Then NO NEN NEN for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: uwaaaa uwaaaa uwaaaaa *start kicking and throwing tantrum*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: *off light* everyone go to sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: * toss and turn then walked out of the room and head over to play room and keep toys came back* mami.. i clean my toys ohdi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: Good. Now ask dadi to go make celebration time for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Like i said it.. he was trying his luck. He knows whenever I said no, he can go and ask his dad to help him. His dad used to help him until I warned him and told him in order to discipline the kids, we need to speak the same language. If I were to say No, then he should also say No. If he disagree, then do not say it in front of the kid but to discuss with me later otherwise the kid will have mixed-up signals on the rules of the house. But it ain't easy and it will take some time..trust me. I have been doing this for a long time with Jayden. But Jayden is "easier" compared to Justin, for now. *fingers crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-2619956318218744896?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2619956318218744896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=2619956318218744896' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2619956318218744896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2619956318218744896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/04/battle-of-monster-mum-try-luck.html' title='Try Luck'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3538269260351995364</id><published>2011-04-25T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:28:52.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Battle of the Monster Mum: Game On</title><content type='html'>It's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you have a kid like Justin Chan.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Flashback to the time when I was reorganizing the kids play room. Jayden was very helpful cleaning the playroom. The small one however was not so cooperative. When I asked him to help, he'd walk away.. pretending to hold something to clean up. But instead he'll walk out of the room and then never come back until I called him back into the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: Boys, if you don't clean this room, then No lunch ah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Jayden: if clean then lunch eat what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: Mcdonalds. But then if you never help then no food at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Jayden: no food ah? Justin faster help to clean the room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: I want to eat Mcdonald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Jayden: Then you faster help and clean room la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: *clean clean and then slowly walk out of the room*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Jayden: mami! You see Justin! He is not helping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: JUSTIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: *walk back into the room and pretend to hold something.. and walk out of the room again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So I thought, okay fine. Maybe he is too young to help out. Probably got "attention" problem. So Jayden and I cleaned the room and then we went to Ikano for Mcd lunch and also to Ikea to buy some racks for the playroom. At night before we sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: mami.. you say clean the room then only can eat Mcdonald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: yeah..why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: but i never help you to clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: But you bring me go eat mcdonald. I win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: O.o You win?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Justin: yes. I win. You say clean room then eat mcdonald. I never clean room. I also eat mcdonald. I win ohdi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So yeah. I felt like a big sucker cos I have been fooled by a 2.5yr old boy and like he said, HE WON. Although I know all the while that he doesn't think like his age, I never expected him to know how to think this way. So that night, I thought really hard and decided- game on buddy. I cannot let him win and stand on my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3538269260351995364?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3538269260351995364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3538269260351995364' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3538269260351995364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3538269260351995364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/04/battle-of-monster-mum-game-on.html' title='Battle of the Monster Mum: Game On'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-2589886670704358007</id><published>2011-04-20T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:34:32.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>too OLD...</title><content type='html'>My Mushroom boy is exactly&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="big"&gt;2 years, 7 months, 10 days&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;old now. I don't know whether he is in terrible 2 or terrifying 3. What I know is.. when he wakes up in the morning and he walks towards me with his pillow in his arms.. he looks like an angel. Once he is fully awake, my legs trembles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After the Hernia ops, potty training became haywire. He used to go to the adult toilet for his big biz and will go to the toilet to pee by himself. After the ops, he would hide at one corner and shit in his diaper, or hide at the staircase, or under the table. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When you ask him to help you with something, he'd say "no. I am too small".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So fine.. that day he said he wanna play with the ipad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Justin: mami. I want to play ipad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: cannot. You are too small to play ipad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Justin: No. I am not too small. I am just right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: No.. u always say that you are too small for everything. So you are too small to play ipad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;J&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ustin.....Hmphh.....*angry and went to the staircase and look down*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: *whisper to neighbour * he is at the staircase looking at us wanna hear what we say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin: I am TOO SMALL to play IPAD. You all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;too OLD&lt;/span&gt;, also cannot play IPAD AH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: O.o I am busy la. No time to play Ipad. But still, you cannot play with the ipad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin: *angry and went upstairs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You see la. The thing that I gotto get through everyday. When is Angelic 4 coming ah? Got such thing ah? I don't know. Jayden totally changed into an angel after he reached 4. I just hope that this mushroom boy will be one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe2xRVIH8v4/Ta6Lpb6CwrI/AAAAAAAADLQ/9QBD8IcZKwg/s1600/DSC00353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe2xRVIH8v4/Ta6Lpb6CwrI/AAAAAAAADLQ/9QBD8IcZKwg/s640/DSC00353.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I asked him to put on a diaper when we're about to go out. He came down looking like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At least he tried :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-2589886670704358007?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/2589886670704358007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=2589886670704358007' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2589886670704358007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/2589886670704358007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/04/too-old.html' title='too OLD...'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe2xRVIH8v4/Ta6Lpb6CwrI/AAAAAAAADLQ/9QBD8IcZKwg/s72-c/DSC00353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-5214906623362728353</id><published>2011-04-20T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T14:34:19.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NeNeBuBu'/><title type='text'>*sniff*</title><content type='html'>Few nights ago, I asked Jayden to help me to bring the clothes up to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: why? why I need to do so many things?&lt;br /&gt;Me: because i am doing everything in this house &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;. I cook, I clean, I wash clothes, Fold clothes, Wash this wash that, arrange, clean, arrange, clean. And all you all do is mess, I clean. Then you mess then I clean. If you don't help me, who else is going to help me? Once day I am going to die cleaning this house.&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: mami.. don't worry. I will help you. *picked up folded shirt and went up to his room*&lt;br /&gt;Justin: mami.. i also helping you. * picked one underwear and ran up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and down they ran and they "helped" me to bring up all the folded clothes.&lt;br /&gt;And I stood there, looking at them doing that.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I was touched.&lt;br /&gt;Cos at least a 5 yr old and 2.5 yr old kid can see that I am sad and exhausted and tried to "help" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You noticed the word "HELP"?. Yeah, if you do anything in this house, it's called "HELP" cos its not their house. It's my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-5214906623362728353?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/5214906623362728353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=5214906623362728353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/5214906623362728353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/5214906623362728353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/04/sniff.html' title='*sniff*'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6385869269591480718</id><published>2011-04-05T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:09:22.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Choose one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Nearly every morning I deal with the same thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Jayden refused to wake up and go to school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Without fail he'd say:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I don't want to go to school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;My head is tired.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;My head is heavy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;My hand is tired, cannot brush teeth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I don't like to wear my school uniform.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I don't want to wear socks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I don't want to wear my sch shoes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;And yet, he still goes to school. And he enjoy it to the max, cos I can see him laughing and smiling with his fellow friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;So this morning, again he did it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I got pissed and told him:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Me: if you don't want to go to school. Then I'll go. You stay at home and be mami&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Jayden: Okay. I will be mami&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Me: Okay fine. I will wear yr shirt and go to school and sit at the table and chair.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Jayden: okay!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Me: then you must cook. Must have soup okay when I come back. Then you also need to clean the house. Sweep, Vacuum, and Mop the house. Then you got to clean the toys and put everything back on the shelf.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Jayden: ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Me: Then you also need to take care of titi. Make sure he drinks his water. Then when he shit, you wash his bum for him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Jayden: ....Dadi will do that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Dadi: No. I need to go to work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Me: So how? Want to go to school, stay at home or go to work? Choose one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Jayden: .....*Slowly walk to the toilet and brush teeth*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;P/s: luckily he didn't choose to be titi. All he does everyday is just mess the house, argue with everyone and still get sayang-ed by everyone :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6385869269591480718?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6385869269591480718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6385869269591480718' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6385869269591480718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6385869269591480718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/04/choose-one.html' title='Choose one.'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-5493747617197496311</id><published>2011-04-03T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T12:00:06.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do-It-Myself'/><title type='text'>Reorganizing the house</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://www.mom2ashley.com/blog/"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt; been sharing alot of organizing ideas lately and got me thinking about how to redo my house so that its easier to organize and clean up SUPER FAST since I am the official maid in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I should "invade" my house room by room. First room was the kids room. I was so busy before the cleaning session, the room became so messy (thanks to Mr. Justin Chan). Jayden refused to even step into the room. That room looked THAT SCARRY, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that day I just suddenly decided , today will be the day I clean this room up. And I did. I told the kids to help out but only Jayden did. The small one pretended to help and went missing after 1-2 minutes of helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After clearing up the KEEP, DONATE, HANDS DOWN and THROW toys, we went to Ikea. I wanted to get this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/my/en/images/products/trofast-storage-combination-white__0084366_PE211025_S4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.ikea.com/my/en/images/products/trofast-storage-combination-white__0084366_PE211025_S4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This combination is Rm333. But too lil storage place for the toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/my/en/images/products/trofast-storage-combination-white__0092765_PE229479_S4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.ikea.com/my/en/images/products/trofast-storage-combination-white__0092765_PE229479_S4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this is 700 plus. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I don't want to change a husband yet. So no, can't buy this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So after a lot of calculation at Ikea with my handphone, I end up buying GORM storage. What is so weird about this is.. I gotto buy the package at 99 bucks and saw it into half to get my ideal storage. If i were to buy the separate woods and assemble them it will be about 200 plus not including the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alone with 2 kids, I bought the very big box of GORM shelf and head home, saw it into half with my old saw and assembled it. Tadaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYSMgWesSwk/TZWj61z4HAI/AAAAAAAADK4/Cua4R-dhHxE/s1600/DSC_0242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYSMgWesSwk/TZWj61z4HAI/AAAAAAAADK4/Cua4R-dhHxE/s400/DSC_0242.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The 99bucks package is only for the middle and the far right shelf.&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went and bought another few more shelves and added the left portion. Another round of sawing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring but satisfying. All for around rm 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I made the room up before his birthday, he said this was my birthday present for him and declared this is HIS room. Well, at least someone is happy and thanked me for it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-5493747617197496311?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/5493747617197496311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=5493747617197496311' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/5493747617197496311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/5493747617197496311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/04/reorganizing-house.html' title='Reorganizing the house'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYSMgWesSwk/TZWj61z4HAI/AAAAAAAADK4/Cua4R-dhHxE/s72-c/DSC_0242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-3447871429815228055</id><published>2011-04-01T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T17:46:20.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Boys must be macho wan!</title><content type='html'>You know about the Enfagrow/Enfakid Learning tool that is on TV, making the kids drool over the toys and bugging the parents to buy enfa milk just to get the tool? Hehe... actually we have so much stock, we need not buy more. But because of the learning tool.. and after a few bugging session by the kids, the father obliged and bought for them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jayden said : I want the glass viewer because I will put the biscuit (haha i know.. i dunno why the butterfly likes to eat biscuit) and the butterfly will fly into this and I can see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin, however chose the binocular, which he calls RHINOCEROS cos the mother psycho-ed him to get that so he can use it longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after we got it and went home, Jayden put it on his wrist and waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said "no butterfly wan" And removed it. And went to played with other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh course my son, its at night. In the house. Where to find butterfly leh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a week passed and the tools were left in the toybox, untouched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then few nights ago, I saw Jayden walking towards the kitchen, followed by Justin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they started to scream and shout for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, I said "okay...don't fight. Don't fight. Come here" I was at the living hall folding clothes. I thought they were fighting over something. So its pretty normal for them to cry and call for me. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't come but instead they were screaming louder, with Justin's high pitched shrieking voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to check on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jayden was standing in front, with one finger pointing at my direction, with his face looking very very scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin was holding Jayden's shoulder, hiding behind Jayden and screaming like a mad fler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(noticed that Jayden was protecting his lil bro? Awww so sweet right? Okay back to story!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked up and saw a HUGE dragonfly above me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aisay... of course the mom saved them. I caught the dragonfly with a pail and placed into the glass viewer for them to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIZ1ZwARxTA/TZWZ4EidSjI/AAAAAAAADKo/lWjWt3LapW4/s1600/DSC_0245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIZ1ZwARxTA/TZWZ4EidSjI/AAAAAAAADKo/lWjWt3LapW4/s400/DSC_0245.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually.. blardy hell. The dragonfly is REALLY HUGE. When I was catching it, I was scared myself too. But then.. for the sake of the kids gotto sacrifice lah (like real eh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I caught it and gave it to the kids. They refused to hold the glass viewer. They said they are scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alamak! Before this in the shop say wanna put biscuit la.. wanna catch butterfly la. Adoi! Now in the glass viewer also scared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I forced my kids to hold the viewer and asked them to see the dragonfly. I said "No. Hold this. You're a boy! cannot be so scared wan!" haha gotto train them to be more macho and brave so when they are bigger they can protect me ma, right?&amp;nbsp;And the dragonfly started to BANG the glass with its head. Scarry Crap! So after the kids counted how many legs and saw its eyes, I set it free.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day, they got lucky again. While we're on our way to the playground, a huge grasshopper was resting on Big C's car. So I again, I did the dirty job and caught the huge grasshopper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRJ5PUYiAe8/TZWbrFbpaeI/AAAAAAAADKw/h_P59CB8gzI/s1600/300320111967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRJ5PUYiAe8/TZWbrFbpaeI/AAAAAAAADKw/h_P59CB8gzI/s400/300320111967.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And passed it to the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ9373-T21A/TZWbnG2dv7I/AAAAAAAADKs/XJvJce3y_ys/s1600/300320111966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ9373-T21A/TZWbnG2dv7I/AAAAAAAADKs/XJvJce3y_ys/s400/300320111966.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_6yh8O8r1w/TZWbufjpwtI/AAAAAAAADK0/tYyvMK5btHY/s1600/300320111968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_6yh8O8r1w/TZWbufjpwtI/AAAAAAAADK0/tYyvMK5btHY/s400/300320111968.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap! I forced them to put on their hands and see the grasshopper. Siao right? But then naah.. I just wanna make my boys to be a bit brave. Afterall BOYS mah right? Must be macho wan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that, I set the grasshopper off and we went to the playground. And its been a week now, and no new insect for me to catch. ( Thank god!) I guess the glass viewer is going back to the toybox, untouched again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-3447871429815228055?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/3447871429815228055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=3447871429815228055' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3447871429815228055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/3447871429815228055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/04/boys-must-be-macho-wan.html' title='Boys must be macho wan!'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xIZ1ZwARxTA/TZWZ4EidSjI/AAAAAAAADKo/lWjWt3LapW4/s72-c/DSC_0245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-572754079592477567</id><published>2011-04-01T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T12:00:00.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><title type='text'>Happy Counting =)</title><content type='html'>Ah.... finally he got used to the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back from school.&lt;br /&gt;Eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Do homework.&lt;br /&gt;Bath.&lt;br /&gt;Nap/play/watch tv= his pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyday I'll sit by his side and accompany him to do his homework. And I'll do my work at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His writing is improving everyday and he's getting faster. Sometimes when he is being dreamy, I'll use the timer and give him 10 mins for each homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday he said "Mami I finished!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! That's pretty fast" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "can you check for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! To be honest it's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROSVgTiyy74/TZQdJCwpuAI/AAAAAAAADKg/1MMBUl_d-AY/s1600/300320111974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROSVgTiyy74/TZQdJCwpuAI/AAAAAAAADKg/1MMBUl_d-AY/s400/300320111974.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The nicest ever. So neat and all the same, like photostat right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he said "Mami.. can you help check if there are 19 balloons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rubbed my eyes for a moment and then burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tEvYzM71TSQ/TZQdK1ECOWI/AAAAAAAADKk/I_fcnTmC4Mo/s1600/300320111975.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tEvYzM71TSQ/TZQdK1ECOWI/AAAAAAAADKk/I_fcnTmC4Mo/s400/300320111975.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just wanna wish the teacher Happy Counting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-572754079592477567?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/572754079592477567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=572754079592477567' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/572754079592477567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/572754079592477567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-counting.html' title='Happy Counting =)'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROSVgTiyy74/TZQdJCwpuAI/AAAAAAAADKg/1MMBUl_d-AY/s72-c/300320111974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6579968969668232731</id><published>2011-03-31T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T11:26:13.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do-It-Myself'/><title type='text'>DIM: Brown Paper Party Bags</title><content type='html'>I was looking around for the brown paper bag to store some party goodies for my son's birthday. The ones I found is not that nice and the nice ones, well.. gotto travel very far to get it and the one that is easily bought around my area, you need to buy min 300 pcs. O.o So I decided to D-I-M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeectA-Lhro/TZPwpQHeOEI/AAAAAAAADJw/D5koQ6hFTAk/s1600/DSC_0177s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeectA-Lhro/TZPwpQHeOEI/AAAAAAAADJw/D5koQ6hFTAk/s640/DSC_0177s.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown paper : Rm 2.50 per pc x 2 pcs (makes 16 bags) = Rm 5&lt;br /&gt;String : from my kitchen, used to tie my chicken when roasting.&lt;br /&gt;Glue: Stole from my son's bag.&lt;br /&gt;Personalized names: cut out from my old magazines.&lt;br /&gt;Total cost : Rm 5 for 16 bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes. One tip you gotto remember, your folding must be perfect. Read on and you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: cut the paper into desired size x 2 + folding ( about extra 1 inch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qv5tUcgfD5g/TZPxiuoWnFI/AAAAAAAADJ0/kuQ6ubrVk6w/s1600/170320111894+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qv5tUcgfD5g/TZPxiuoWnFI/AAAAAAAADJ0/kuQ6ubrVk6w/s400/170320111894+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fold it and glue it in the middle. For faster and easier and also mess free paper bag, you can use double sided tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TPZ8zcrZ5co/TZPxsajyKbI/AAAAAAAADJ8/ZWTprwePt38/s1600/170320111895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TPZ8zcrZ5co/TZPxsajyKbI/AAAAAAAADJ8/ZWTprwePt38/s400/170320111895.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fold it and let it dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYbEH2qv8g4/TZPxtUrUFMI/AAAAAAAADKA/6TQqKfojrsg/s1600/170320111896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYbEH2qv8g4/TZPxtUrUFMI/AAAAAAAADKA/6TQqKfojrsg/s400/170320111896.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay now for the bottom part. Fold it according to the width that you like. But please make sure that its straight, as in for example 1 inch all the way from left to right. Otherwise you won't get a perfect paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y23hINS8T58/TZPxudQVc0I/AAAAAAAADKE/8VVmJAAE2sU/s1600/170320111897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y23hINS8T58/TZPxudQVc0I/AAAAAAAADKE/8VVmJAAE2sU/s400/170320111897.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;open up the folding and fold again. Make sure that the lines meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwUSCJR5jkk/TZPxvtVVjJI/AAAAAAAADKI/_zJRH1EG_Ow/s1600/170320111898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwUSCJR5jkk/TZPxvtVVjJI/AAAAAAAADKI/_zJRH1EG_Ow/s400/170320111898.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fold down, make sure the folding passes the line of the triangle. gosh i am lost for words.. i don't know how to describe it. Please refer to next pic to see what I mean. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqLe-SOAm24/TZPxw57eK0I/AAAAAAAADKM/oplwqPUtKV0/s1600/170320111899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqLe-SOAm24/TZPxw57eK0I/AAAAAAAADKM/oplwqPUtKV0/s400/170320111899.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See the red line? That is from the folding since pic 1 until pic err (now!) See the blue portion, that's where you glue on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZuiZdT9Bxo/TZPxyEVgWqI/AAAAAAAADKQ/_MAWzxaqVUU/s1600/170320111900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZuiZdT9Bxo/TZPxyEVgWqI/AAAAAAAADKQ/_MAWzxaqVUU/s400/170320111900.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plMTbnhr7zE/TZPxzu06j8I/AAAAAAAADKU/SVLydj6RU1Y/s1600/170320111901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plMTbnhr7zE/TZPxzu06j8I/AAAAAAAADKU/SVLydj6RU1Y/s400/170320111901.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then fold the sides.Make sure that the lines meet again yeah. And remember if its 0.5 inch, then it should be 0.5in from the edge all the way from left to right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0GARwF8pqU/TZPx0l1G19I/AAAAAAAADKY/qLqWpaH8Xvo/s1600/170320111902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0GARwF8pqU/TZPx0l1G19I/AAAAAAAADKY/qLqWpaH8Xvo/s400/170320111902.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fold both sides and open it up. This is what you should get. See? It's perfectly folded. To make sure you get a nice line, use something like the back of the scissors and press down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jcMbIjZaiX0/TZPx2vcKQqI/AAAAAAAADKc/jxSuqFbu5WE/s1600/170320111903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jcMbIjZaiX0/TZPx2vcKQqI/AAAAAAAADKc/jxSuqFbu5WE/s400/170320111903.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open it up and fold like how a paper bag is always folded. Punch some holes at the top and add some string to it. And tadaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeectA-Lhro/TZPwpQHeOEI/AAAAAAAADJw/D5koQ6hFTAk/s1600/DSC_0177s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeectA-Lhro/TZPwpQHeOEI/AAAAAAAADJw/D5koQ6hFTAk/s640/DSC_0177s.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy D-I-Y!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6579968969668232731?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6579968969668232731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6579968969668232731' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6579968969668232731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6579968969668232731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/03/dim-brown-paper-party-bags.html' title='DIM: Brown Paper Party Bags'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeectA-Lhro/TZPwpQHeOEI/AAAAAAAADJw/D5koQ6hFTAk/s72-c/DSC_0177s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-7219269996517550142</id><published>2011-03-30T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T16:30:27.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Hernia Operation</title><content type='html'>When the dr said "mummy, you go into the operation theatre with him okay? My mind went blank. "me?" I thought. What if i faint? But then, I have no choice. Big C said "he needs you more". He was right. So I changed into the scrubs and went in with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-mVesSsPiE/TZLogeUykZI/AAAAAAAADJE/tMpoEMlpYwg/s1600/250320111955s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-mVesSsPiE/TZLogeUykZI/AAAAAAAADJE/tMpoEMlpYwg/s320/250320111955s.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wGKRa7Mscyo/TZLomZW4tuI/AAAAAAAADJM/wyMSxDS3Ucs/s1600/250320111939s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wGKRa7Mscyo/TZLomZW4tuI/AAAAAAAADJM/wyMSxDS3Ucs/s320/250320111939s.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The wait was short, but it felt like forever. The nurse asked him to change into the op clothes and he refused until she said "i buy for you choc okay?" and he said " I want small choc ah....." And a promise was made with a pinky swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX5c-uRkPkw/TZLopm9SfDI/AAAAAAAADJU/dDuiZi4dtG8/s1600/250320111950s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IX5c-uRkPkw/TZLopm9SfDI/AAAAAAAADJU/dDuiZi4dtG8/s320/250320111950s.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And after that he ran around playing doctor with me, the chair, the curtain, the bed, and everything he can see. &lt;br /&gt;Dr asked me to fill up a form, sign here, write the date, and all. I began to write and I paused for a very long time. Gosh! I was too panicked til i forgot my own address. Is it 2X/9B? 2X/X9? And then to fill up the date. I clearly remember that it is 26th March. But what year ? Totally forgot and the dr calmed me down and told me .. "it's year 2011 maam".&lt;br /&gt;After that, everything was so fast. "This way maam....you can wait here maam....put the child here maam....." I just followed. My heart began to sank and tears was flooding my eyes. As I saw him lying on the op theatre bed, he was so cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RiyUNRvS4jw/TZLoq3OQy4I/AAAAAAAADJY/FfyX_S41JFA/s1600/250320111952s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RiyUNRvS4jw/TZLoq3OQy4I/AAAAAAAADJY/FfyX_S41JFA/s320/250320111952s.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They said "justin aunty bring u to see green baloon ok?" He said "no. I only want orange bayoon". They said "oh no.. we only have green". and then he said "green only? hmmm okay. I will blow the green bayoon". They said.. "okay justin blow here ... blow... one more time...." and he passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9pKEvkEmb0/TZLosG8wa9I/AAAAAAAADJc/YM894i9GhRA/s1600/250320111953s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9pKEvkEmb0/TZLosG8wa9I/AAAAAAAADJc/YM894i9GhRA/s320/250320111953s.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As soon as he passed out all i can hear was "Okay. Maam. You can follow my colleague out now". So i went out , quickly catch a bite and then hurried back to the waiting room. And then the nurse came "Mrs Chan. It's done :)" So I quickly walked to the op room and there he was with the oxygen thinggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSOdA3k8Nio/TZLou0XpB0I/AAAAAAAADJk/EU1GYsUikfA/s1600/250320111956s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSOdA3k8Nio/TZLou0XpB0I/AAAAAAAADJk/EU1GYsUikfA/s320/250320111956s.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said "try and wake him up yeah.. so we can move him to the day surgery room". And so I started to wake him up. 30 mins later he was still sleeping. At this time, I noticed that his eyelashes were so long. Sitting there, waiting for him to wake up, i just felt like crying. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the nurse came to wake him up and he scolded the nurse "don't disturb me ah.. i am sleeping" AHHA! That meant only one thing, he is fine. So moved him to the daysurgery room and there I waited for an hour or two. I was dead tired and fell asleep sitting up. The nurse came and asked me to wake him up to feed him water and to make sure he pee so can go home on the same day. So I asked Big C to go and buy a milk bottle and a pack of milk. Cos he always wakes up after milk. And I was right. Immediately after he woke up, i quickly changed shift with Big C and went for lunch with Jayden. After that I received and sms from Big C asking me to hurry back to the room cos he was asking for me and don't forget the IPAD. So I went and he was crying for me cos we gotto do a quick swap and he was left alone when Big C walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rLCWhjefoS4/TZLowHDvXkI/AAAAAAAADJo/I-pJUNRtTMM/s1600/250320111957s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rLCWhjefoS4/TZLowHDvXkI/AAAAAAAADJo/I-pJUNRtTMM/s320/250320111957s.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then onwards, he was happily playing ipad, teaching the nurse to play the games and even lie down on his tummy while playing ipad. Then he peed and tadaaa... we're home 8 hours after we went to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f3s1Yckg_fE/TZLoxBanZvI/AAAAAAAADJs/e8htgMfGXPQ/s1600/250320111959s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f3s1Yckg_fE/TZLoxBanZvI/AAAAAAAADJs/e8htgMfGXPQ/s320/250320111959s.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him "justin.. why did u go to hosp?" &lt;br /&gt;he replied "because dr want to find worm from my stomach".&lt;br /&gt;I asked him again.."when the nurse asked u to blow the balloon, what happened after that ?" &lt;br /&gt;he replied " i blow the bayoon.. the green bayoon.. then i blow blow and then my leg pain ohdi".&lt;br /&gt;Cos when he woke up, he found that his leg was bandaged, and he thought that was it.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't complain at all about the wound on his tummy and finally today we went to remove the plaster. The wound healed perfectly and he can finally bath today. Hooray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: and yes, the nurse really bought for him chocolate :P such a nice lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-7219269996517550142?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/7219269996517550142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=7219269996517550142' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7219269996517550142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/7219269996517550142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/03/hernia-operation.html' title='Hernia Operation'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q-mVesSsPiE/TZLogeUykZI/AAAAAAAADJE/tMpoEMlpYwg/s72-c/250320111955s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-6076176923350080757</id><published>2011-03-30T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T16:09:27.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Who is the bad guy?</title><content type='html'>In the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jayden you see the policeman. You look at the gun at the waist there..&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: Why he carry a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Me: cos when the bad guy comes then he can pull out the gun very fast and shoot la&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: Why he wanna shoot the people?&lt;br /&gt;Justin: because he is the bad guy&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: Oooo....So he is the bad guy mami?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aiyaya.. *sratch head thinking how to answer*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-6076176923350080757?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/6076176923350080757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=6076176923350080757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6076176923350080757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/6076176923350080757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-is-bad-guy.html' title='Who is the bad guy?'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-4501700665075419319</id><published>2011-03-29T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:10:11.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>Old KKB</title><content type='html'>Dad was teasing Justin last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: so did the Dr change yr kukubird?&lt;br /&gt;Justin: No. Its the same one...*playing with toys and not concentrating*&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: Koong Koong....&lt;br /&gt;Dad: yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Jayden: Koong Koong.. Your kukubird old or not? You have old kukubird right?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: hahahahahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-4501700665075419319?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/4501700665075419319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=4501700665075419319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4501700665075419319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/4501700665075419319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-kkb.html' title='Old KKB'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30768441.post-1985907294082544338</id><published>2011-03-28T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:11:43.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NeNeBuBu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>TOUGH WEEK</title><content type='html'>I can say, it's been a hell of a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was Justin being diagnosed with Hernia. No. Not the big Swollen Kukujiao Type. Its this type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.childrenshospital.org/az/Site1018/Images/ei_0256.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.childrenshospital.org/az/Site1018/Images/ei_0256.gif" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So brought him all the way to the hosp and arranged for the surgery. And on the day I brought him to make appointment, Jayden was down with flu and cough. So big possibility Justin can't go for the op if he is infected. So then on the day of the op, he was alright. I didn't sleep properly cos I had to wake up at 4 am to feed him milk before he need to fast for 4 hours before the surgery. So I tried to sleep but end up waiting for my alarm to go on. And then by 7 am we're at the hosp. And right in front of the nurse, the kiddo sneezed ACHOOOOOOO! That's it. Operation cancelled cos they suspected that he is infected with flu. Rescheduled 2 weeks later. So in between then, I gotto make sure that they recover fast while rushing with my own design and sewing jobs. &amp;nbsp;And of course, since the "king" is scheduled for op, we can't make him cry much. Cos each time he cries the hernia became so visible. So gotto "tahan/YAN" max with this terrible 2 behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day before the operation, I had diarrhea. Don't know what crap I ate that made me lausai the whole day. Then it was THE day of the ops. All is well. NO ONE IS COUGHING and NO ONE is SNEEZING. YAY! YAY MAX! So yeah he went and did the operation (story another day can? very tired and need to rant first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before that ,on the day of operation I didn't sleep again. I thought i heard my phone rang at 2 am but I was just hallucinating. Then my phone rang at 4 am. And then by 645am we're there even before the nurse came to work. And I was with him all the time (except when they potong him). I was so tired, mentally and physically. Ppl asked why didn't you sleep, why you never rest. Why why why why? Did i say I never tried? It's just the mind is worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So potong-ed on friday. And that day itself he was discharged and everyone happily went home. I slept like a BABY that night. Don't say sleep. Pangsai also like happier. And then Jayden started to cough. Damn. I hate it when he cough cos he'll get all phlegmy and then start to wheeze and then fever and la la la la the story goes on. &amp;nbsp;And then he started to cough badly, then like how I expected, he became wheezy and was extremely cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad timing. Aunt flo came but I think she had difficulty in landing. So like tersekat sekat cannot come out. So mom was extremely cranky too. You don't wanna mess with a mum with aunt flo got stucked half way and not coming properly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while bathing Jayden last night, he was brushing his teeth. And before that, I washed justin poopy bum and accidentally left a lump on the floor.(yeah, faster point and say what kind of mother are you! How can that happen! :P) &amp;nbsp;Guess what ? Jayden just had to go and use his toothbrush (should i highlight that its a thomas toothbrush?) and press onto the shit. ARGH!!!!!!!EWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!OUMAIKOT!!!! was the thing that came out from my mouth. Really EXPLODE like mad. Scold. Scold.Scold.and scold samo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night his condition got worse. The entire day he was on liquid. Whatever that he eat, end up being vomited after each cough. &amp;nbsp;So again, at night after his milk he vomited. And then he went to sleep and he was breathing very heavily and was crying the entire night. Of course, I didn't sleep. (again) . And then this morning first thing was change everyone and went to the hosp. The dr checked very thoroughly and even compared him and justin's body structure. So she said put him on this and that and asked me to come back on wed. I was thinking.. Aiyoh.. tomorrow already gotto come back for Justin's dressing for his hernia, wednesday come back again???? I can walk around this hosp with my eyes closed edi! &amp;nbsp;So I told her can we come back tomorrow instead? and she agreed. So tomorrow morning will be a busy day for me cos I need to bring justin to check his stitches and then also bring jayden to see another dr to check his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after we got back from the hosp, I checked email and my customer replied. Work resume before my body T-KO which I know is SOON, very SOON! So i checked my design OH DAMN! I did the wrong design because I referred to the wrong design. I was so stressed the week before I referred to the wrong design. *slap forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this moment, Jayden came &amp;nbsp;down with his nose-bleeding. "Mami mami, my nose bleeding". I said "when did it started?" &amp;nbsp;he said "after I drink the cough medicine! " he replied happily. I said "OUMAIKOT!!!!!! WHAT COUGH MEDICINE!!!!!!!" He said "WOODS!"&lt;br /&gt;I screamed "ARE YOU CRAZY I told you not to drink any medicine yourself. I JUST GAVE YOU your medicine just now!!!!" and ran up to check the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, the bottle is nearly empty. I quickly called Big C and he rushed back. Asked and asked him , how much you drink? how you drink? why you drink? and he just smiled and smile. *PULL HAIR* &amp;nbsp;Then both of us calmed down asked again and asked him to demonstrate how much he drank and all, then we know he took 3 times more his dosage. But so far he is okay, never knock out or acting like gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder.. am I the only one with so drama motherhood story. Anyway, I just pray for everything to go on very s-m-o-o-t-h-l-y. Tomorrow after Justin's stitches being checked by dr and when Jayden recovers from his coughing, everything will be better. Right? I REALLY HOPE SO! if not I'll go mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong. I am not unhappy being a mom. Seriously. Even though I have gone through so many dramatic incidents, I am happy. I may be tired physically and mentally, I may be complaining about my kids making me pull hair but seriously I am very happy with my boys (big and small ones). It's just everything happened at the same time and I have too much on my plate. That's why I dropped some off like my sewing and also my design to concentrate on my kids. Otherwise sure KO and masuk Tj. Rambutan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are normally very active but then they are most of the time sweeter than choc. (That explains why I don't eat choc!) It's just because everything happened at the same time. Like how I started with this post... it's a tough week. &amp;nbsp;Just hope tomorrow will be like Yenjai's sms to me.. tomorrow will be a better day, literally. *fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30768441-1985907294082544338?l=sashablablabla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/feeds/1985907294082544338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30768441&amp;postID=1985907294082544338' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1985907294082544338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30768441/posts/default/1985907294082544338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/2011/03/tough-week.html' title='TOUGH WEEK'/><author><name>Sasha Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Srgf1P_JZQ/SvKw-Vq62nI/AAAAAAAAChs/VHWGsniMPN8/S220/me-small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry></feed>
