<?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-22072150</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:35:46.553+08:00</updated><category term='Kids'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Dadi'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Hobbies'/><category term='Family'/><category term='School Activities'/><category term='ArtnCraft'/><category term='event'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Mumblings'/><category term='Experience'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Visiting'/><category term='Isaac'/><category term='Jona'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='PlayTime'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Remedy'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Myself'/><category term='Neigbour'/><category term='Celebration'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Festival'/><category term='Family outing'/><title type='text'>Our Family Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>All about my Sweet &amp;amp; Wonderful Family consist of Dadi, Momi, Jona and IZ

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Guess kids just know how to use it by simple exposure to tv advertisement or maybe by looking at Dadi or Momi talking thru phone using earphone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-7597237222493057311?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7597237222493057311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=7597237222493057311' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7597237222493057311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7597237222493057311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2010/04/music-lover.html' title='Music Lover...??'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S9Tflq7rQpI/AAAAAAAABZg/6m0DbJgqOa4/s72-c/DSC100961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-5357448532973879661</id><published>2010-04-23T10:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:08:45.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Sleeping Patterns....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I wish I could just fall asleep so easily like my boys…..Hehe….&lt;br /&gt;Jona always has no problem in falling asleep and it is so easy to babysit him even when he is a baby or now. I still remember when he is a baby, when it is time to sleep, no matter where I bring him (shopping or etc..), he will just fall asleep so easily. It just reminds me that he even fall asleep when I’m in the midst of massaging him during baby massage class!!!&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not Iz. Nowadays, every night, no matter how late he went to bed, he definitely need to ‘chit chat’ with me or Dadi before he can snooze off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The funny part, no matter how big the bed I provided to them(1 KING, 2 SINGLE BEDS), at the end, they will just 'stick' to each other in one single bed when I woke up in the morning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S9EAcmRRMNI/AAAAAAAABY4/qcSV63TuEcA/s1600/DSC124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463148314286436562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S9EAcmRRMNI/AAAAAAAABY4/qcSV63TuEcA/s200/DSC124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pix(s) are taken when they just snooze off without me realize it…haha…how cute!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S9EAeK-c4II/AAAAAAAABZQ/IJbPfiMh4Lc/s1600/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463148341319491714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S9EAeK-c4II/AAAAAAAABZQ/IJbPfiMh4Lc/s200/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463148330907991794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S9EAdkMJ_vI/AAAAAAAABZI/4ki3MYz70p0/s200/DSC01110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463148324670549682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S9EAdM9CLrI/AAAAAAAABZA/yRSHgsV8GRk/s200/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S9EAcB09UmI/AAAAAAAABYw/3k7wYlka9i4/s1600/DSC02093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463148304504017506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S9EAcB09UmI/AAAAAAAABYw/3k7wYlka9i4/s200/DSC02093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-5357448532973879661?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5357448532973879661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=5357448532973879661' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5357448532973879661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5357448532973879661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2010/04/sleeping-patterns.html' title='Sleeping Patterns....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S9EAcmRRMNI/AAAAAAAABY4/qcSV63TuEcA/s72-c/DSC124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-9058814096911580236</id><published>2010-04-22T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:49:57.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family outing'/><title type='text'>Trip to Batik Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S8_HCgtfQqI/AAAAAAAABYY/PpicWDnRHOs/s1600/DSC01963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462803718978093730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S8_HCgtfQqI/AAAAAAAABYY/PpicWDnRHOs/s200/DSC01963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See how talkative Iz is….He can talk and entertain his Dadi throughout the journey to Batik Beach. And, it is good as well since Dadi just love to fall asleep when he is in comfy environment.&lt;br /&gt;Once reach the beach, the 2 boys are so happy and really enjoying themselves playing with the sand. Jona, initially, so reluctant to go into the sea, but, Dadi manage to convince him and only if condition Dadi carry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S8_HDMXUcQI/AAAAAAAABYg/jGadhUquQ7M/s1600/DSC01969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462803730696270082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S8_HDMXUcQI/AAAAAAAABYg/jGadhUquQ7M/s200/DSC01969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Iz, no matter how we persuade or convince him, he just doesn’t want to go into the sea. He rather plays with the sand all day long. Aiyah…I’m just wonder, back at home, he is the one who is crazy with water and can play nonstop till most of the time, I have to threaten him to get him out from bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S8_HDoA0t-I/AAAAAAAABYo/sBoHkDCjPEQ/s1600/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462803738118109154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S8_HDoA0t-I/AAAAAAAABYo/sBoHkDCjPEQ/s200/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Should organize more beach trip for my boys…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-9058814096911580236?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/9058814096911580236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=9058814096911580236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/9058814096911580236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/9058814096911580236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2010/04/trip-to-batik-beach.html' title='Trip to Batik Beach'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S8_HCgtfQqI/AAAAAAAABYY/PpicWDnRHOs/s72-c/DSC01963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-4445780892621409088</id><published>2010-01-11T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:03:04.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>New Schooling Experience....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Initially, I was a bit afraid that Jona couldn’t accept his new schooling environment as during the orientation day last week, he doesn’t look like happy with the school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of course, on the 1st day, he is so eager to go to school and wake up immediately when I called him. Excited and happy, I could say. But, everything change on Tue, Wed and Thur. On Tue, it took me 5 mins to wake him up, and it prolong on Wed and Thur, which make me start worrying whether he should wake up at 6am instead of 6.15am. Even drink his cup of milk took him so long. Later, he seems to drag himself to go inside the car. Once reach school, his moody face and tears start rolling down his cheek when I send him to his class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0p3kwi8YMI/AAAAAAAABYI/BtpXr5Pq6l0/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425280174511644866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0p3kwi8YMI/AAAAAAAABYI/BtpXr5Pq6l0/s200/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;Jona being ask to sit at the last row......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And, finally, last week Thursday I know why he not so happy. Because he dislike the canteen environment. During recess time, he couldn’t mingle around with his friend (friend from previous kindy) as the teacher has allocated table for each classes. And, then, no more teachers walking around to assist them during canteen compare to kindy time. It makes him feel so lonely and alone and he dislikes it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hearing his complain make me and Dadi heart pain of seeing our eldest son struggle to adjust himself in new school environment. When both of us feel so useless and thinking of way to make Jona happy again, suddenly with GOD praise and guidance, yesterday night(on Thursday night), everything took 360 degree of turn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Back from daycare, Jona told me that during recess time, he saw his buddy again, X and Y, and even though he didn’t sit with them but, he greeted them and they reply, it make him very happy again. And, also, he told me that this morning; he can wake up faster as previous few mornings, he just pretend not to wake up. And, indeed it is true, that this morning, I just whisper his name once and he wake up without any difficulties. He even finished his milk fast and still got time to play for a while before ready to go to school again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For Dadi, he just over worried about the canteen and toilet in the school. Haha…it is smelly and he worried Jona not able to wipe himself after poo poo.&lt;br /&gt;And, for Momi, as usual, I really heartbreaking seeing Jona waiting with his daycare friends for the driver to come and fetch them to daycare centre. Aiyoohhh, if only I could fetch my son and care for him myself, that will be my best wishes already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0p3lfyNqFI/AAAAAAAABYQ/0PL-3hQLyXc/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425280187192158290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0p3lfyNqFI/AAAAAAAABYQ/0PL-3hQLyXc/s200/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;Jona wearing a cap....it's really burning hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Funny phrases come from Jona during this ‘adjustment’ week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Mommy, nowadays, why I need to go to school at night?” &lt;/strong&gt;(He is in morning session so imagine going to school before sky open)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I will try my best, okie?”&lt;/strong&gt; (When I ask him to walk himself to his classroom without my companion anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Jona, Momi wish you all the best, and hope you will be happy again with new school environment and friend!!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-4445780892621409088?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4445780892621409088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=4445780892621409088' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4445780892621409088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4445780892621409088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-schooling-experience.html' title='New Schooling Experience....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0p3kwi8YMI/AAAAAAAABYI/BtpXr5Pq6l0/s72-c/DSC00030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-3486598599415335584</id><published>2010-01-06T14:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:53:13.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Doing Homework or playing..??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I asked them to do their homework, this is the outcome, especially when I’m not sitting there together with them.&lt;br /&gt;Boys are always boys…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0QwEU7aIcI/AAAAAAAABXw/rS82LT7_W2o/s1600-h/DSC02826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423512702156415426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0QwEU7aIcI/AAAAAAAABXw/rS82LT7_W2o/s200/DSC02826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0QwD__ni8I/AAAAAAAABXo/_2JJsbSGzqA/s1600-h/DSC02825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423512696536927170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0QwD__ni8I/AAAAAAAABXo/_2JJsbSGzqA/s200/DSC02825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0QwDb7vCYI/AAAAAAAABXg/r3xbXfSZgOE/s1600-h/DSC02824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423512686856964482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0QwDb7vCYI/AAAAAAAABXg/r3xbXfSZgOE/s200/DSC02824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0QwC9st1UI/AAAAAAAABXY/ZBY3-xUlY4A/s1600-h/DSC02823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423512678740907330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0QwC9st1UI/AAAAAAAABXY/ZBY3-xUlY4A/s200/DSC02823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0Qwv1Yw2KI/AAAAAAAABYA/zMYYA_yFJtw/s1600-h/DSC02828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423513449603848354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0Qwv1Yw2KI/AAAAAAAABYA/zMYYA_yFJtw/s200/DSC02828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0Qwva_t_aI/AAAAAAAABX4/eMWmtzfxA9o/s1600-h/DSC02827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423513442519481762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0Qwva_t_aI/AAAAAAAABX4/eMWmtzfxA9o/s200/DSC02827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They even go and took my handphone to snap this pic by themselves(like you take my pic and I take your pic) and I didn't realise it till I download the pictures from my mobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the end, each of them couldn’t finish their homework as instructed and get punishment from their mommy….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-3486598599415335584?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3486598599415335584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=3486598599415335584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3486598599415335584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3486598599415335584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2010/01/doing-homework-or-playing.html' title='Doing Homework or playing..??'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/S0QwEU7aIcI/AAAAAAAABXw/rS82LT7_W2o/s72-c/DSC02826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-6704674116894396450</id><published>2009-12-29T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:21:55.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>‘Shoe-koholic….??’</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Szl1t3L9TDI/AAAAAAAABWw/07SzU73s4wU/s1600-h/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420493057285770290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Szl1t3L9TDI/AAAAAAAABWw/07SzU73s4wU/s200/DSC01115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you think I'm shoe-koholic? Haha...I bought 3 pair of shoes within one day and within 1 hour in one shopping mall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Initially, my hubby says I’m crazy of buying so many shoes. But, once he saw the shoe one by one, his comment is &lt;strong&gt;“All of them look very nice”&lt;/strong&gt;. He even told me, &lt;strong&gt;“This shoe can be wear for dinner or attending function, those can be formal wear, etc..”&lt;/strong&gt; Suddenly become my image consultant.&lt;br /&gt;As for my mom, she is always very supporting and sporting. She always encourages me to buy for myself and pampering myself.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the main reason I bought all the shoes at ONE GOAL is because &lt;strong&gt;IT’S A SALE SEASON!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I get some discount like 30% to 70% for these shoes. Don’t you think it is worth the money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, wishing all of my readers - Happy 2010 New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-6704674116894396450?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6704674116894396450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=6704674116894396450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/6704674116894396450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/6704674116894396450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/12/shoe-koholic.html' title='‘Shoe-koholic….??’'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Szl1t3L9TDI/AAAAAAAABWw/07SzU73s4wU/s72-c/DSC01115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-2387885247680880956</id><published>2009-12-12T12:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:10:09.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festival'/><title type='text'>Christmas is just around the corner....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year Christmas will be different. Why? Because for the first time, instead of taking out the artificial old Christmas tree that I have been using for the past 5 years, I’m using the real Christmas tree!!! I have been planting this tree for almost 5 years and finally it grow to the height that I wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SyMXBMLW4yI/AAAAAAAABWg/q-n-IuWtzVE/s1600-h/DSC01118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414196486245638946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SyMXBMLW4yI/AAAAAAAABWg/q-n-IuWtzVE/s200/DSC01118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taadaaa…&lt;/strong&gt;doesn’t real Christmas tree bring more Christmas spirit? Both Jona and Iz are so happy when they decorate the tree and the best part is the decoration stuff won’t drop down so easily anymore and no one will go and shake it again – to let out his anger J (Give a guess who is he??).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And, this year Christmas, I can truly see my boys are growing up. When I started doing some Christmas shopping end of last month ~ buying Christmas present for my nephew and niece, Jona and Iz also want their present as well and as usual, they also want their present to be wrap up. I told them that if the present is wrapping up, then, they can’t open it immediately once they back home. Otherwise it will be meaningless to wrap it. So, both agree to open it on Christmas day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SyMXBR9O-3I/AAAAAAAABWo/txdVRfM-uUM/s1600-h/DSC01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414196487797013362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SyMXBR9O-3I/AAAAAAAABWo/txdVRfM-uUM/s200/DSC01119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe? Jona didn’t even nag or cry or ask me whether he can open the present. Instead when he gets bored, he will just play with it without open it. I can see he is really a patient boy. Compare to Iz, once back home, woke up from sleep, forgotten all his promise already. From time to time, he will cry, throw tantrum, pleading to open his present. But, at the end, he didn’t open it as well when I’m firm with my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish is hoping they won’t open the present till Christmas day….It will bring lot of meaning to meJ. &lt;strong&gt;Here I would like to wish everyone Merry Christmas and may you &amp;amp; your family be blessed throughout the year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-2387885247680880956?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2387885247680880956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=2387885247680880956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2387885247680880956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2387885247680880956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-just-around-corner.html' title='Christmas is just around the corner....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SyMXBMLW4yI/AAAAAAAABWg/q-n-IuWtzVE/s72-c/DSC01118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-215169930850770824</id><published>2009-11-18T08:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:34:33.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Favourite Place....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn’t deny that ZOO is Jona &amp;amp; Iz’s favorite place to visit. Counting it back, it has been a yearly event for our family. And, to be honest, I don’t really fancy going to ZOO seeing those skinny or weak animals which is really being malnutrition and not proper taken care of, not forgetting lot of empty cages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the Zoo Management even promoting a lifetime card to visit ZOO unlimited rather than paying for ticket per entry. Mmmm….should I get those card for my kids?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SwNccoxwflI/AAAAAAAABWY/ACaKkZfZdfs/s1600/DSC01553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405265624826936914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SwNccoxwflI/AAAAAAAABWY/ACaKkZfZdfs/s200/DSC01553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Smile....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SwNccMRQ-dI/AAAAAAAABWQ/kL2r5uWQM1A/s1600/DSC01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405265617174460882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SwNccMRQ-dI/AAAAAAAABWQ/kL2r5uWQM1A/s200/DSC01532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aiyoohhhh....why my eyes can't open ar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SwNcbiiPYdI/AAAAAAAABWI/KIIfF1vHAeA/s1600/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405265605971370450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SwNcbiiPYdI/AAAAAAAABWI/KIIfF1vHAeA/s200/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;Will the Elephant jump out...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SwNcbNhNYzI/AAAAAAAABWA/MX1gbO__tQ8/s1600/DSC01496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405265600329900850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SwNcbNhNYzI/AAAAAAAABWA/MX1gbO__tQ8/s200/DSC01496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;Let me feed, let me feed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-215169930850770824?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/215169930850770824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=215169930850770824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/215169930850770824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/215169930850770824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/11/favourite-place.html' title='Favourite Place....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SwNccoxwflI/AAAAAAAABWY/ACaKkZfZdfs/s72-c/DSC01553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-7718531737971755122</id><published>2009-11-10T13:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:32:24.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Scary skin problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Dadi has skin problem – &lt;strong&gt;Eczema,&lt;/strong&gt; the word that I scare most. Even before Jona was born, I have been extremely careful with my food intake, hoping to reduce the possibility of Jona getting eczema. Seem nothing can change the genetic inherited I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Svj5uwi3Q5I/AAAAAAAABVw/0cWlZooFIXo/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402342334731338642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Svj5uwi3Q5I/AAAAAAAABVw/0cWlZooFIXo/s200/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just a slightly redness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Early this year, Jona got slightly redness in the area of between nose and upper lip. And, I thought it is just his habit of love to wipe that area. No matter how I apply moisturizer on it, it just didn’t go away instead it turn from &lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;WORST&lt;/strong&gt;. When evil redness came, dry and cracking monster will following from behind and during this time, Jona will feel very uncomfortable and get the pain. Some bleeding and then, pus(yellowish plasma) will appeared. The scenario really looks horrible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Svj5vOQp4UI/AAAAAAAABV4/0orAYGKzsDU/s1600-h/DSC115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402342342708027714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Svj5vOQp4UI/AAAAAAAABV4/0orAYGKzsDU/s200/DSC115.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The worst scenario...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It make my heart pain when I see he get lot of comments from everyone who saw him when I sent him to drama class/music class/Sunday school, till Iz even know how to help his kor kor to answer them back &lt;strong&gt;“It is not dirty, it is eczema!!”&lt;/strong&gt; when someone ask Jona “Why your lip look so dirty and why don’t get some tissue to wipe it off??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have brought him see GP, Pediatrician and even Skin Specialist, and seem nothing is workable at this moment. Jona has been taking an anti allergic pill, apply steroid, moisturizer, and when it gets better and I stop the pill or steroid, the redness appear back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Svj5A6V_w6I/AAAAAAAABVY/GwLYlCj79g4/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402341547087741858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Svj5A6V_w6I/AAAAAAAABVY/GwLYlCj79g4/s200/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cost me A BOMB!! Thanks to Eumora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Svj5AZ39XwI/AAAAAAAABVQ/z5JMZ1gvM5M/s1600-h/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402341538371821314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Svj5AZ39XwI/AAAAAAAABVQ/z5JMZ1gvM5M/s200/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Expensive treatment for Jona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I did even let Jona try this product called ‘Eumora’ and guess what. It not only didn’t help Jona. It even makes me spend hundred Ringgits at skin specialist for myself and Jona when I get serious pimple outbreak(trying it out for myself)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried most of the method that friends/relatives advice includes check whether he is allergic to any type of foods, the room that he sleep whether there is any mold on the wall but till today, nothing fruitful yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommies, any idea or solution that can help Jona get rid of this eczema? I just wish Jona skin will return back to his smooth and healthy skin again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/22072150-7718531737971755122?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7718531737971755122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=7718531737971755122' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7718531737971755122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7718531737971755122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/11/scary-skin-problem.html' title='Scary skin problem...'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Svj5uwi3Q5I/AAAAAAAABVw/0cWlZooFIXo/s72-c/DSC00045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-10190281792294274</id><published>2009-11-04T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:21:49.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dadi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>When I'm away........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, when DADI is in charge of the house, this is what happen......If you not use to it, you might think that a thief break into my house - mess whole house. But, when you look carefully again, haha...the lil thieves are my 2 princes who forgot to tidy their toys once finished play with it + DADI who only know how to ON his laptop once back home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SvFGy6q0yYI/AAAAAAAABVA/GQLAsWz3OGU/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400175268750215554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SvFGy6q0yYI/AAAAAAAABVA/GQLAsWz3OGU/s200/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inside the playroom...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SvFGynP4RaI/AAAAAAAABU4/1hED9nNFxu0/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400175263536924066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SvFGynP4RaI/AAAAAAAABU4/1hED9nNFxu0/s200/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt; In the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SvFGzDOEC2I/AAAAAAAABVI/aNL1PnugE14/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400175271045499746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SvFGzDOEC2I/AAAAAAAABVI/aNL1PnugE14/s200/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;The laundry basket...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiyooohhhhh........That's the scenario when I open my house door and try to step inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-10190281792294274?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/10190281792294274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=10190281792294274' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/10190281792294274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/10190281792294274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-im-away.html' title='When I&apos;m away........'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SvFGy6q0yYI/AAAAAAAABVA/GQLAsWz3OGU/s72-c/DSC00994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-6877272216874820627</id><published>2009-10-28T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:25:11.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Name represent personality....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before Iz was born, I have been cracking my brain for several months to think of nice name for him. And, here you go:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaac&lt;/strong&gt; means &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bring joy and happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noel&lt;/strong&gt; mean &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;born on Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soong&lt;/strong&gt; means &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRAISE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (in Chinese) for his Chinese name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I want him to bring joy and happiness to my life and indeed till today, he never fail to make me happy (of course angry too). And, when I know that I’m expecting again, I really hope he will born on Dec as I just like December month. That’s why I name him Isaac Noel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, when a lot of my friends/relatives/mom told me that name do represent one person personality or character, I don’t really believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine evening, after taken their dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Iz: Kor kor, you want to marry who ar?&lt;br /&gt;Iz: Rachel, Rachel&lt;br /&gt;Jona: *smile sheepishly* I think Rachel (his classmate)&lt;br /&gt;Jona: How about you, Iz?&lt;br /&gt;Iz: *Spontaneous* I wait till I grow long; then, I will let GOD decide for me who I married.&lt;br /&gt;Momi: *Speechless*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I never imagine Iz would give so mature answer….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iz cry want to drink Ribena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Momi: I cannot leave you alone at home and sleep&lt;br /&gt;Iz: Can&lt;br /&gt;Momi: If you alone, then, you no scare ar?&lt;br /&gt;Iz: No. Because I got GOD up there (pointing to sky) looking after me mah.&lt;br /&gt;Momi: *speechless again*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can’t imagine my son know GOD is looking after him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Momi: Iz, who you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;Iz: GOD the first one, then, Momi second, then, Dadi third…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you ask me this question again, I would say I believe. How about you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SufTcRWs8RI/AAAAAAAABUw/429snEgWtPo/s1600-h/DSC02065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397515161075249426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SufTcRWs8RI/AAAAAAAABUw/429snEgWtPo/s200/DSC02065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-6877272216874820627?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6877272216874820627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=6877272216874820627' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/6877272216874820627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/6877272216874820627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/10/name-represent-personality.html' title='Name represent personality....?'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SufTcRWs8RI/AAAAAAAABUw/429snEgWtPo/s72-c/DSC02065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-960014029171976082</id><published>2009-09-29T20:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:07:59.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Dilemma of Working Mom.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, I'm in dilemma again....Of course it is related to my princes again. For my job, I don't have that kind of dilemma or stress and I don't know why, if it involves my kids, I will be more stress and pressure in making decision. Another few more months to go, Jona will be attending primary 1(morning session). And, I have to make a final decision.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His current kindy/daycare don't accept primary 1 student due to not enough caretakers and teachers to manage the kids. And, this force me to look for a daycare specialise in taking primary student. Today, I manage to find one which everyone telling me it is a good daycare/tuition centre. But, when I called to check some info, I found out that currently, they have 35 students in that centre. Further checking the principal told me that their maximum intake will be 40!! It seem the student:teacher ratio is quite high and I wonder how would they able to handle my Jona well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, another point that I dislike about this daycare cum tuition, is because their fee automatically include tuition fees!! I really don't want my Jona to attend tuition class everyday after school!! I want him to enjoy his childhood life - 'throw' away his school bag after school, take easy shower, watch tv for a while and take a short nap before waking up doing his homework....In the evening, go to playground to play and sweat out. That would be my wish for my Jona before he enter his teenager or primary 4 or 5.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think primary one student should be burden with tuition daily. Plus I bet his chinese primary school has already got piles of homework to finish daily.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrgghhh...&lt;/strong&gt;only if I'm stay at home mom, then, I bet I don't have this to worry about.....I do think of hire an in-house nanny which cook for my kids, tidy up my house for 5 working days, but, then, where can I find this local nanny?? My friend is hiring one currently as her work only allowed her to go back home around 9pm and no daycare willing to take her kids, so she got no choice which sometimes is good too....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommies, what do you think? Should I hire one in-house nanny to help me out with my kids? Or, I should register my Jona at this daycare + tuition or I should seek other daycare which don't really emphasize on tuition instead it is a pure daycare to help me manage Jona?? **Cross finger** still convince Jona current daycare to accept Jona by just provide him with normal daycare facilities....no extra tuition except coaching his homework.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SsIEOEcViRI/AAAAAAAABUo/XmznDdiJRiY/s1600-h/DSC01652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386872744045807890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SsIEOEcViRI/AAAAAAAABUo/XmznDdiJRiY/s200/DSC01652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-960014029171976082?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/960014029171976082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=960014029171976082' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/960014029171976082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/960014029171976082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/09/dilemma-of-working-mom.html' title='Dilemma of Working Mom.....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SsIEOEcViRI/AAAAAAAABUo/XmznDdiJRiY/s72-c/DSC01652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-8020842264140976371</id><published>2009-09-17T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:19:19.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>My Song Writer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I enrolled Jona into music class since he is 5 yrs old and now, he is in MusicMaker class. What surprise me nowadays is he knows how to write a song!!! And, even sing it out, of course using his ‘own’ tune and lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First song: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE SHEEP SONGS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SrHUm0KwYfI/AAAAAAAABUI/pHRpEna9lgc/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382316792988328434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SrHUm0KwYfI/AAAAAAAABUI/pHRpEna9lgc/s200/DSC01010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sheep is Eating Baa 3X&lt;br /&gt;The sheep is sleping&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{sleeping}&lt;/span&gt; Baa 3X&lt;br /&gt;I love sheep and you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love sheep. Let’s go to the garder&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{garden}.&lt;/span&gt; See 3X&lt;br /&gt;We are going to see the sheep.&lt;br /&gt;We love sheep. Baa 3X&lt;br /&gt;And we love sheep&lt;br /&gt;All the man, lady and kids to love sheep!! I am a sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Song: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;THE BIRD SONGS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SrHUnUHo6vI/AAAAAAAABUQ/b36blX1BCM8/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382316801565190898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SrHUnUHo6vI/AAAAAAAABUQ/b36blX1BCM8/s200/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bird is flying go&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{up}&lt;/span&gt; (3X)&lt;br /&gt;The bird have&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{lay}&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{an}&lt;/span&gt;egg. YA!! (3X)&lt;br /&gt;Because if it have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{an}&lt;/span&gt;egg than we have more birds, YAHOO (3X)&lt;br /&gt;We have a lot of birds in the bird nest and we love baby bird. Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;All the man, lady and kids to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;{too}&lt;/span&gt; love bird. I am a bird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he has potential to become song writer? Haha….Anyway, he just loves to write and either I need to improve his grammar and spelling or I need to send him to English enrichment class….And, I should have ask him to play that lyrics on his keyboard.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-8020842264140976371?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8020842264140976371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=8020842264140976371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8020842264140976371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8020842264140976371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-song-writer.html' title='My Song Writer....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SrHUm0KwYfI/AAAAAAAABUI/pHRpEna9lgc/s72-c/DSC01010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-2977059873985458666</id><published>2009-08-26T16:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:49:47.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Primary 1.....??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so happy when I received a letter from Education Ministry informing that Jona application to go to the primary school that we have decided being approved. Even Jona himself is happy too, as till today, he got 5 classmates that will be going to same school as him(from same kindy), but not too sure whether will be in same class except one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, finally I can go through the same experience as some mommies have posted on their blog previously ~ hopefully it will be a wonderful and exciting experience for me and Jona. So many thing to prepare ~ taking passport size photo, fill in the form and need to be submit before 2nd Oct(hopefully, I won't forget about this), buying books at certain date, and orientation on certain date too........a bit headache liao....PLUS, haven't even got time to check on daycare centre for Jona yet....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I and Dadi decide to enroll Jona for this primary school(chinese medium), I have always think and wonder whether I would make a wise decision, and till today, I still don't know. All my wish is, Jona able to absorb and learn in the school he likes. And, when he show a good improvement in talking mandarin to grandma and even get a good result in his enrichment chinese class, I thought I have make a correct decision....But, then, deep in my heart, I'm still worried as his report card showing his Mandarin performance as &lt;strong&gt;'GOOD'&lt;/strong&gt; compare to English, Math and BM as&lt;strong&gt; 'EXCELLENT'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray to GOD that Jona will be happy in his new school from next year onward.....It is really hard to make decision for kids....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SpT2wLdXR9I/AAAAAAAABUA/_Zch7XuOdeo/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374191562929948626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SpT2wLdXR9I/AAAAAAAABUA/_Zch7XuOdeo/s200/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-2977059873985458666?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2977059873985458666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=2977059873985458666' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2977059873985458666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2977059873985458666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/08/primary-1.html' title='Primary 1.....??'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SpT2wLdXR9I/AAAAAAAABUA/_Zch7XuOdeo/s72-c/DSC00966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-936906205916554239</id><published>2009-08-14T14:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:04:14.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Are you ready yet......??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to train Iz to be diaperless again after first attempt seem failed(a year ago). 1st time failed because Iz told me that he is not ready yet and he only will be diaperless when he is 5 years old(still manage to negiotiate with me)!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But with my persistent and think that he is ready for it, as well as because almost every night he wet himself(even though he is using diaper) till his pyjamas dry again(being blowed dry by air con + fan), we give it a try again for the past 2 weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, I even told him that if he successfully being diaperless, I will buy him present as praise him and he seem to be not so willingness to be diaperless yet but got no choice since I half forcing him(bad Momi). First few days, he manage to be dry whole night(by waking up 2x) and I'm so happy about it. Being impatient, I even go and buy LEGO online(the price is really afforable and if you manage it well, you even can get free transportation cost) at &lt;a href="http://brickbastion.com/store/"&gt;http://brickbastion.com/store/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm not the owner to this website but for those kids to love LEGO so much) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SoULVuZap2I/AAAAAAAABTw/W0X4k8QVDy0/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369710598568978274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SoULVuZap2I/AAAAAAAABTw/W0X4k8QVDy0/s200/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sudden GIFT for Jona &amp;amp; Iz!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who know, my project seem to be fail again. After that, Iz brain seem to be NOT co-operative with his body(urinary system), as almost every night, he pee pee again on bed, and make himself wet. And, if I didn't realise it, the next morning, he seem to be dry whole night, but, can smell ammonia on his pyjamas OR if I awake at midnight or early morning, can see that his pyjamas is drying slowly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of my impatient to train him being diaperless, within 9 days, Iz fall sick twice ~ flu, cough and fever!!! I really feel bad and maybe, he is really not ready yet to be diaperless......To comfort myself: I still have 2 packs of diaper to be use (which would last Iz for another 2 months plus) and also, he is only 3 years 10 months + little boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SoULjnCl3cI/AAAAAAAABT4/uCAUeK3kjoI/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369710837112364482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SoULjnCl3cI/AAAAAAAABT4/uCAUeK3kjoI/s200/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;Rather Iz be a HAPPY boy than a SICK boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second attempt seem failure again!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-936906205916554239?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/936906205916554239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=936906205916554239' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/936906205916554239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/936906205916554239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-ready-yet.html' title='Are you ready yet......??'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SoULVuZap2I/AAAAAAAABTw/W0X4k8QVDy0/s72-c/DSC00976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-1351121609913823402</id><published>2009-08-07T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:11:26.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><title type='text'>Work Smart, Play Hard.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;I don’t know what happen. I have been pretty busy since June this year. So many things need to be manage and taken care of. I just think that 24 hours is really not enough for me to manage all these, and due to this circumstance, I have lost weight extremely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seem me include my customer, has been asking me, why I lose weight again. Yup, and my blog diary also received some impact as well ~ as you see, I no longer able to write frequently anymore (even though previously, I also didn’t’ update frequently, but, at least, there is some update about my princes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job task has getting tough month by month especially from 1st July onward. I will be in charge of AP region exclude Japan market. Previously, I don’t have to cover China or HK (as we have an office there), but, now, yes. I even have to manage my colleague there to make sure everything run smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha…if only my remuneration package is BIG and attractive as well, then, I won’t be grumpy and complain anymore….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is Pros &amp;amp; Cons for everything. With this job task, I will be able to provide better living for my princes and my future, but, then, I will miss my princes even more with my ‘heavy’ travelling. Maybe, my Iz is big boy already, as he no longer cry or miss me so much when I travelling which of course am good to me (as I can concentrate more on my assignments).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could find some solution soon, or would this be my early middle life crisis? Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SnuNFwVpMnI/AAAAAAAABTo/rYvQN047_W4/s1600-h/DSC01704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367038510956622450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SnuNFwVpMnI/AAAAAAAABTo/rYvQN047_W4/s200/DSC01704.JPG" border="0" /&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/22072150-1351121609913823402?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1351121609913823402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=1351121609913823402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1351121609913823402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1351121609913823402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/08/work-smart-play-hard.html' title='Work Smart, Play Hard.....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SnuNFwVpMnI/AAAAAAAABTo/rYvQN047_W4/s72-c/DSC01704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-2221454713540857713</id><published>2009-07-23T10:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:43:00.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Jona BIG Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Jonathan!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies so quickly without I realizing it. Thinking it back, 6 years ago, while I was worrying about Jona safety inside my womb (daily) and can’t wait for the gynae to take him out to show me, today he is so smart and healthy boy. I still remember one week earlier, 17th July 2009, my gynae told me that it is time to take Jona out from my womb (due to certain reason) and we decide to fix it on 23rd July 2009(I try to delay it as long as I can, but thanks GOD, we make a correct decision).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the gynae show me Jona face for the first time in the OT, my tears just flow so freely till Dadi get panic and asking what’s wrong….haha….I, myself don’t know why I cried, guess it is a happy cry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361493236285592034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SmfZsSZ2UeI/AAAAAAAABS4/1tEtgsiWgdI/s200/DSC00973.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Animal cookies for Jona party bag....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SmfZrfHIPBI/AAAAAAAABSs/pa-EuY9Y_JA/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361493222516866066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SmfZrfHIPBI/AAAAAAAABSs/pa-EuY9Y_JA/s200/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A cupcakes, contribute by Aunty Flora!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SmfZqmPbK5I/AAAAAAAABSg/uTb6oKvbpYk/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361493207250840466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SmfZqmPbK5I/AAAAAAAABSg/uTb6oKvbpYk/s200/DSC00973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jona's party bag for his classmate: animal cookie &amp;amp; DIY Sun catcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Jona is a happy 6 years old boy ~ smart, loving, caring and handsome too. He really is a big boy now. Months before his birthday, he keep remind me to buy some party goodies for his friends in kindy, and yesterday night, he help me do the simple packing ~ he just can’t wait for his party celebration today in kindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SmfZtDKk34I/AAAAAAAABTE/brMfuBUlMn4/s1600-h/DSC01635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361493249374871426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SmfZtDKk34I/AAAAAAAABTE/brMfuBUlMn4/s200/DSC01635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guess what pressie Dadi bought for Jona??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Funny discussion between Jona and Grandpa:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandpa:&lt;/strong&gt; Jona, come I bring you go buy present. You choose and I pay money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jona:&lt;/strong&gt; No no….present is not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandpa:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jona:&lt;/strong&gt; You need to go buy the present yourself and then wrap it and then, only give it to me. That’s called present. It is a surprise. If you bring me go and buy and choose, then, I know what it is already, then, it is not called present anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandpa:&lt;/strong&gt; *Still in shocked* …oooo…like that ar? Ok, ok…I will have to crack my head to think what things are suitable for your year’s lor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SmfbeAJXqHI/AAAAAAAABTQ/D6vZyd5vojo/s1600-h/DSC01662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361495189889722482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SmfbeAJXqHI/AAAAAAAABTQ/D6vZyd5vojo/s200/DSC01662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Another contribution from Aunty Flora: celebration at home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SmfbeZwnroI/AAAAAAAABTY/2U67lHmdZMQ/s1600-h/DSC01695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361495196765236866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SmfbeZwnroI/AAAAAAAABTY/2U67lHmdZMQ/s200/DSC01695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Blowing!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Jona, Momi &amp;amp; Dadi &amp;amp; Iz wishing you have a good health, obey to GOD word and many happy days to come”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, Aunty Chinnee sharing the same birthday date with Jona. Happy Birthday to you too!! You got pressie or not? If not, come to my house, I share with you my pressies….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-2221454713540857713?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2221454713540857713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=2221454713540857713' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2221454713540857713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2221454713540857713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/07/jona-big-day.html' title='Jona BIG Day....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SmfZsSZ2UeI/AAAAAAAABS4/1tEtgsiWgdI/s72-c/DSC00973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-4670691596450002696</id><published>2009-06-03T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:27:04.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><title type='text'>Cruel or not....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate 4 legs insects (to be exact invertebrate). I don’t know why but, it just makes me shivering. In my house, lizard or cockroach is the king ~ as I dare not kill them. Everytimes, cockroach crawling, my sons will scream and calling Dadi for help. Haha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Dadi can’t take it anymore, so, he went and bought this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SiYJTFAMn2I/AAAAAAAABSQ/oZxBDaequvw/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342968231286841186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SiYJTFAMn2I/AAAAAAAABSQ/oZxBDaequvw/s200/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first he told me that he bought a food pellet that when cockroach or lizard eats it, they will die and when their friend eats their carcass it will spread. Who know, he didn’t bought what he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when I wake up next morning, I saw this on the floor in kitchen as well as in bathroom. Eeeeeiiii….it give me a shock!!! This is Dadi, when he does something, he won’t give anyone a notice about it. Even Jona and Iz cannot accept what Dadi did ~ they denied going inside bathroom to brush their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342968225484426834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SiYJSvYyzlI/AAAAAAAABSA/ZfRClwuqc5E/s200/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SiYJS14b-RI/AAAAAAAABSI/hiBlVFYx-Pw/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342968227227760914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SiYJS14b-RI/AAAAAAAABSI/hiBlVFYx-Pw/s200/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, imagine, since I hate invertebrate, of course I won’t go and even bother or touch them. This Dadi, once put the trap, he didn’t even bother to go and clear it, and he expected ME to do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nerve just boil up ~ I hate invertebrate, no doubt, but, put this kind of trap to trap and kill them instantly I definitely won’t do it as I think it is really cruel. I want to call Pesticide Company to come but, Dadi say no need. Sometimes, I really don’t know what man thinking…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it bring back the memory: I remember when I was alone over weekend during one of the semester break, one night, suddenly a frog jump into the rent house(I rent with my housemate but all gone back hometown except me). Imagine, I got scare off, and climb on my double deck bed, and didn’t come down whole night ~ crying and then fall asleep without I realize it. So pitiful hor…..&lt;strong&gt;That’s me&lt;/strong&gt; and it seem now, Jona is inherited 'this' from me…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-4670691596450002696?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4670691596450002696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=4670691596450002696' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4670691596450002696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4670691596450002696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/06/cruel-or-not.html' title='Cruel or not....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SiYJTFAMn2I/AAAAAAAABSQ/oZxBDaequvw/s72-c/DSC00942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-183976768770709593</id><published>2009-05-19T16:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:14:40.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Lovely Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have lovely friends that accompany you when you watch television or when you sleep or when you eat or play?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Jona does!! He always being so gentle &amp;amp; soft &amp;amp; caring in his heart even though he is playful most of the time. Should say, has opposite character when he is settle down. Haha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usually he will bring these soft toys to sleep with him in his bed, cover them using same blanket he used, or eat with them. One night after he sleep, I manage to force myself not fall asleep with them and came down to do some house cleaning. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See what I found? Haha....these are &lt;strong&gt;Jona's lovely friend&lt;/strong&gt; ~ sitting firmly on top of the sofa facing television. I think he forgot to bring them up with him that night.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/ShJqB1cwf1I/AAAAAAAABR4/m-7YG6nnlP4/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337445088147570514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/ShJqB1cwf1I/AAAAAAAABR4/m-7YG6nnlP4/s200/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't that look cute and adorable? How about you? Do you have lovely friends as well??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-183976768770709593?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/183976768770709593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=183976768770709593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/183976768770709593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/183976768770709593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovely-friends.html' title='Lovely Friends'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/ShJqB1cwf1I/AAAAAAAABR4/m-7YG6nnlP4/s72-c/DSC00955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-7962290576986173533</id><published>2009-05-14T12:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:01:51.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Acting as BIG brother.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know when Jona start to behave or acting like &lt;strong&gt;BIG Tai Kor&lt;/strong&gt;......This scenario remind me that he now know how to control lil Iz or hide certain thing from my knowledge if he has too, maybe, now, he know that he is elder brother and has the right to do so.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgulRhbRESI/AAAAAAAABRw/4E54Nn2Y1Cg/s1600-h/DSC16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335539903999578402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgulRhbRESI/AAAAAAAABRw/4E54Nn2Y1Cg/s200/DSC16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I was cooking in the wet kitchen last weekend, suddenly Iz ran to me and file a complain:-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz:&lt;/strong&gt; Momi, you see this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Showing me the container that has been coloured on top of the cover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momi:&lt;/strong&gt; mmm...yes, who did it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz:&lt;/strong&gt; It is kor kor, Jonathan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I start calling Jona to come to the kitchen at once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momi:&lt;/strong&gt; Jona, tell Momi, who colour this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jona didn't answer me, instead he look at Iz and say this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jona:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why you go and complain to Momi huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In smaller tone,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jona:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You don't have to tell Momi about it. Who ask you to go and tell ar? It is a small matter. It is just colouring only and we can rub it away ourselves mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know, it is you do it. So, I tell Momi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, so sponteously, Jona just hold Iz by shoulder and lead him out from kitchen without giving me the answer and continue watching tv &lt;strong&gt;TOGETHER&lt;/strong&gt; like nothing happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?????&lt;/strong&gt; How about you? If you are me, what your reaction will be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-7962290576986173533?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7962290576986173533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=7962290576986173533' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7962290576986173533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7962290576986173533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/05/acting-as-big-brother.html' title='Acting as BIG brother.....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgulRhbRESI/AAAAAAAABRw/4E54Nn2Y1Cg/s72-c/DSC16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-675166264033608856</id><published>2009-05-12T13:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:32:00.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Mother Day (Flashback of the celebration)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to admit that now, I start to enjoy mother day better compare to last year, even though this year, we don’t celebrate it at all ~ as my mom is away (in hometown), Dadi is travelling last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, since Jona &amp;amp; Iz start to know the meaning of Mother Day (in their own way), it brings happier to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jona make nice Mother Day card for me and he, himself feel proud of it. Even though he does give me the flower (on behalf of his kindy), maybe, he doesn’t contribute in making it, he seem not so keen when he present it to me. This son of mine is really a loving boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, he even remind me and Iz that once we arrived at my sister house, we need to wish my sister &lt;strong&gt;“Happy Mother Day”&lt;/strong&gt; because he say &lt;strong&gt;“Mommy, later when we go Aunty Flora’s house, we must also remember to wish Aunty Flora – ‘Happy Mother Day’. Because she is also a mother to Gaby”.&lt;/strong&gt; I really speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgkJr3UaaUI/AAAAAAAABRo/sblwsLlsxnA/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334805882785655106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgkJr3UaaUI/AAAAAAAABRo/sblwsLlsxnA/s200/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgkJriRhoNI/AAAAAAAABRg/T34u1mUCwlM/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334805877136400594" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgkJriRhoNI/AAAAAAAABRg/T34u1mUCwlM/s200/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Iz, he shows his love to me by presenting the flower in his special way. I think he is the kind of more like to present with action rather than wording compare to Jona. When I reach his kindy to fetch him back from nursery last Friday, he patiently waits for me behind the grill. From far, I can see him standing there with hands put at the back. At first, I didn’t though of anything. And, suddenly when teacher open the grill, he grin widely and ask me, &lt;strong&gt;“Mommy, do you know what is behind my back?” &lt;/strong&gt;And, then, present me with this flower with the sweetest smile on his face. How thoughtful of him and wish me &lt;strong&gt;“Happy Mother Day”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on Sunday, my pastor gives me these messages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of the mother is universal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; is for the million things she gives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; means only that she is growing old,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; is for the tears she shed to save her child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H &lt;/strong&gt;is for her heart of purest-gold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; is for her eyes, with love-light shining,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; means right, and right she will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She spent sleepless nights when we were about to born.&lt;br /&gt;She spent sleepless nights when we were very small.&lt;br /&gt;She spent sleepless nights when we were going through our school exams.&lt;br /&gt;She spent sleepless nights when we were used to come late during college days.&lt;br /&gt;She spent sleepless nights when we went abroad for our 1st onsite assignments.&lt;br /&gt;She spent sleepless nights when our marriage preparations were taking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And at the end…..what she gets in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights thinking of what she did wrong that her children left her alone at home to settle abroad?&lt;br /&gt;She never complains, she never argues…..she only love and love and loves her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s the character of a Mother&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How touching……Here, I would like to wish all Mother a Happy Mother Day and hoping everyday, is a mother day to you!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-675166264033608856?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/675166264033608856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=675166264033608856' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/675166264033608856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/675166264033608856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-day-flashback-of-celebration.html' title='Mother Day (Flashback of the celebration)'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgkJr3UaaUI/AAAAAAAABRo/sblwsLlsxnA/s72-c/DSC00941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-5943406300899806803</id><published>2009-05-08T13:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:22:31.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family outing'/><title type='text'>Labor Day - Day of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On 1st of May, finally we have our Family outing. Dadi doesn’t need to go to work or outstation. So, the boys wish suddenly comes true after being postponed for several times by Dadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, after taking light breakfast of milk and buns, we head to the park ~ Bukit Jalil Park: Jona &amp;amp; Iz favourite park, where they really sweating all out. Both of them have been to this park several times with Dadi(when Momi is travelling), so it is the first time for me to be there. And, also, since it is first time for me, I really let my kids guide and bring me to the place where they want to go and I’m really impressed with the surrounding and the facilities there . Even though, Dadi brought them several times, but Dadi always constrict their movement – can’t explore too far…..as Dadi being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgO_yVGby4I/AAAAAAAABRI/7SBe743zaN8/s1600-h/DSC00952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333317255115295618" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgO_yVGby4I/AAAAAAAABRI/7SBe743zaN8/s200/DSC00952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgO_x5sdwEI/AAAAAAAABQw/TL_pCHOeWCc/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333317247758614594" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgO_x5sdwEI/AAAAAAAABQw/TL_pCHOeWCc/s200/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgO_xuimuEI/AAAAAAAABQo/pb_i7YOcSsg/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333317244764469314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgO_xuimuEI/AAAAAAAABQo/pb_i7YOcSsg/s200/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jona &amp;amp; Iz even dare to try 'stone' exercise......Old Monkey relax on the tree and 3 wild boars waiting for foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Momi, I let them climb the staircase till the end, walk through the mini jungle, see wild animals ~ wild boars, monkeys and squirrels. Jona &amp;amp; Iz so happy seeing wild boar and keep asking why these animals in jungle. All the ways, they keep talking talking and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgO_yCGmF-I/AAAAAAAABRA/qWhtKEQbR4w/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333317250015696866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgO_yCGmF-I/AAAAAAAABRA/qWhtKEQbR4w/s200/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgO_yAFedkI/AAAAAAAABQ4/U46-qORTqL4/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333317249474131522" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgO_yAFedkI/AAAAAAAABQ4/U46-qORTqL4/s200/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 'man' enjoying themselves ~ walking, haha....  Right: Scenario of water fountain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, we are exhausted after walking for 1 hour non stop, but, Iz still full of energy and insist of wanting to play at the playground before call it HOME. The playground is really cool ~ the stuff there is really for kid to explore and really need to use their body/stamina to ‘play’. End up; when time to have a nap, I really have no problem of forcing them. Within 5 seconds, they just snooze off…..HA,HA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they wake up, they are ready for second round of fun: IKEA ~ smaland. Too bad, we only were given 1 hour to leave our kids there as it is full on that day. While Dadi sit outside watching them, Momi grab this opportunity to go shop at The Curve (Aiyah!! For me, the ONE hour time is too short, till I can’t go shop at ZARA warehouse sales, just next door).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the boys really have lot of funs, and came out from the Smaland, they keep screaming and shouting &lt;strong&gt;“I’m sooooo HUNGRY!!!” “I want to eat jelly biscuit”&lt;/strong&gt; after they saw I bought half dozen of the currypuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really a fun day for 2 boys as well as for Dadi &amp;amp; Momi. It is nice to see their happy smile even in their sleep. Their appetite increase and their sleeping (either nap time or night time), is no more hassle for me!! Hehe….I think I should consider of bringing them out more frequent…….And, Dadi still need to fulfill Iz another wish ~ going to beach to play with crab.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-5943406300899806803?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5943406300899806803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=5943406300899806803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5943406300899806803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5943406300899806803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/05/labor-day-day-of-fun.html' title='Labor Day - Day of Fun'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SgO_yVGby4I/AAAAAAAABRI/7SBe743zaN8/s72-c/DSC00952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-8337356593244995909</id><published>2009-04-25T16:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:35:13.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Out of Guilty???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I'm travelling again......I'm travelling to this country where they serve the best 'Mango Snow Ice' just like our ABC. It is really tasty and nice(with lot of condense milk).....but, too bad, this time, because it is Auturm, they don't have mango available(what an excuse!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SfLVAJxtheI/AAAAAAAABQA/d-1N5AxjCrM/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328555507733857762" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SfLVAJxtheI/AAAAAAAABQA/d-1N5AxjCrM/s200/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SfLU_6tjCAI/AAAAAAAABP4/0J3VkviujZo/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328555503689861122" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SfLU_6tjCAI/AAAAAAAABP4/0J3VkviujZo/s200/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Dinner with my favorite Snow Ice!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why this time, I feel so guilty of not spending weekend time with my 2 boys. I guess I really prefer to spend my weekend with my kids, as weekend mean, more free time together and can do whatever we want at home(Dadi also agree with me when he spend last weekend at home)....Dadi say &lt;strong&gt;"It is so relaxing and enjoyable!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, I know it is wrong of compensate my &lt;strong&gt;'away'&lt;/strong&gt; time with kid by buying things as they request. I think it is just to make myself happy. Sometimes, tt is so hard to be a working mom, especially working mom that involve lot of travelling. PLUS, when the 'management' don't really appreaciate what you did and sacrifice. When I left home on Tuesday, Wednesday, Jona fall sick ~ fever, cough, flu and phelgm. I really hate it when I travel, my son not feeling well......I don't know why, I just prefer to stay at home when this happen(but I know it is impossible), as I don't wish Iz 'incident ~ getting febrile fit' happen again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SfLVAsbZWVI/AAAAAAAABQY/EpTfdxMeoso/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328555517035501906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SfLVAsbZWVI/AAAAAAAABQY/EpTfdxMeoso/s200/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SfLVATjvLGI/AAAAAAAABQQ/CnUg1_wqaoY/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328555510359600226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SfLVATjvLGI/AAAAAAAABQQ/CnUg1_wqaoY/s200/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remote Car for Jona AND Helicopter for Iz...(hope Dadi wont' fainted again this time)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Backdate c&lt;/span&gt;onversation:-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Jona, Iz, Momi need to go travelling again soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iz: Momi, where ar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Taiwan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iz: Must take aeroplane one ar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iz: Momi, this time, I want aeroplane got control remote one, ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Ok, I try my best ya, but, no promise whether I got time to shop or not. How about you, Jona?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jona: Momi, next time, you don't have to ask me what I want. Anything, just buy anything for me. Anything, I will like it one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;**speechless**&lt;/strong&gt; ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SfLVAMc91SI/AAAAAAAABQI/6ekZ8thhiSk/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328555508452152610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SfLVAMc91SI/AAAAAAAABQI/6ekZ8thhiSk/s200/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SfLWHTOA-5I/AAAAAAAABQg/Egbgx_ws-Og/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328556730039204754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SfLWHTOA-5I/AAAAAAAABQg/Egbgx_ws-Og/s200/DSC00949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CARS hanger and the craft foam!! I manage to find it in Taiwan, and they even have so many choices like flower, butterfly shape, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, now, I really can't wait to go home, as I have something for them when they see me. I feel bad everytimes, if I can't buy what they want. As esp Iz, every night, when I talk to him, he will ask me &lt;strong&gt;"Momi, where are you now?" "Have you buy me an aeroplane control remote one ar?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-8337356593244995909?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8337356593244995909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=8337356593244995909' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8337356593244995909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8337356593244995909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/04/out-of-guilty.html' title='Out of Guilty???'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SfLVAJxtheI/AAAAAAAABQA/d-1N5AxjCrM/s72-c/DSC00942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-7403348024122077519</id><published>2009-04-16T12:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:08:15.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ArtnCraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Fun Fun time with Foams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last weekend, suddenly I’m not feeling well again. I guess it might be due to weather, I got migraine attack again (after so long didn’t experience it). It is not funny at all this time, as Dadi is out of town. But, &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt; is really listening to my prayer, as both boy boy really behave so well till I can’t believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They keep playing with their foam ~ non stop!! So fun and enjoying pasting the foam, plus lot of giggling among them. I have to say that I really proud with both of them esp. Jona. See from the outcome, it seems Jona really use his brain (being creative ~ alamak can’t think which side is for creativity). A cute people holding balloon, got cake with 1 candle, making a photo frame ~ All these is invented by Jona himself without any guideline from me. And, I like this the most: draw eyes and put one spiral foam as ‘tongue’……. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6A4icUeI/AAAAAAAABO4/-f8_bkxoDKI/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325148133751804386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6A4icUeI/AAAAAAAABO4/-f8_bkxoDKI/s200/DSC00949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6As1qPZI/AAAAAAAABOw/xl7sWz5W1Lg/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325148130611182994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6As1qPZI/AAAAAAAABOw/xl7sWz5W1Lg/s200/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6AWMs2AI/AAAAAAAABOo/q2LubVDWexw/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325148124533807106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6AWMs2AI/AAAAAAAABOo/q2LubVDWexw/s200/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1st(from Left):I like most and the cutest one ~ funny face!! 2nd and 3rd from left: some of Jona creations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6ADQPBoI/AAAAAAAABOg/pzE2wEWcfOk/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325148119448356482" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6ADQPBoI/AAAAAAAABOg/pzE2wEWcfOk/s200/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea5__vrZCI/AAAAAAAABOY/GmDses8J6Rw/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325148118506497058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea5__vrZCI/AAAAAAAABOY/GmDses8J6Rw/s200/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Left side: Photo frame with FOOD Right side: Jona first creation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I still remember I bought this foam book as well as the foam set one year back when I went to Australia on biz trip. During that time, Jona didn’t really seem to be interest with it at all till last weekend; suddenly he took the foam out from box and start playing with it together with Iz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea7DvfN4aI/AAAAAAAABPw/Tln6uD87JHM/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325149282373591458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea7DvfN4aI/AAAAAAAABPw/Tln6uD87JHM/s200/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foam Book ~ full of ideas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the pre-cut foam shape is running out, it force Iz to start using his brain to think of how to utilize the remaining foam (as he can’t follow the design in the book anymore) which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325148627050405554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6dmN_nrI/AAAAAAAABPg/-vwxKYEQq74/s200/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6dWyEMBI/AAAAAAAABPY/tvm6sBdtuqU/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325148622906732562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6dWyEMBI/AAAAAAAABPY/tvm6sBdtuqU/s200/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6dBJ4VrI/AAAAAAAABPQ/mgJlyr4ryu0/s1600-h/DSC00952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325148617101039282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6dBJ4VrI/AAAAAAAABPQ/mgJlyr4ryu0/s200/DSC00952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea7Df9q4NI/AAAAAAAABPo/i_6xMTHBzF0/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325149278206353618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea7Df9q4NI/AAAAAAAABPo/i_6xMTHBzF0/s200/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6c2D8rFI/AAAAAAAABPI/C2QiXLNyIRg/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325148614123367506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6c2D8rFI/AAAAAAAABPI/C2QiXLNyIRg/s200/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6cpmd-oI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZVEhJe13P9Y/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325148610778495618" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6cpmd-oI/AAAAAAAABPA/ZVEhJe13P9Y/s200/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz creations, of course with the help from Momi and Jona(to paste). Upper, 3rd from left side: Iz own idea (without the help from book). And, Lower, 3rd from Right: His first creation ~ man holding balloon (copycat).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love to see my sons play and use their brain indirectly without forcing them to do homework esp. on weekend. This is definitely one of the ways to simulate their brain power. Too bad, that I just can’t find these kind of foam in any bookstore in Malaysia. Do you know where I can get this pre-cut foam shape again from Malaysia OR I have to go Oz again to get the supply?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-7403348024122077519?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7403348024122077519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=7403348024122077519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7403348024122077519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7403348024122077519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-fun-time-with-foams.html' title='Fun Fun time with Foams'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sea6A4icUeI/AAAAAAAABO4/-f8_bkxoDKI/s72-c/DSC00949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-1219392840541996081</id><published>2009-04-07T16:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:51:20.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Kitty, Kitty, You Naughty Kitty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This few days, suddenly Jona told me that he want to have a pet animal, and he even have decided the name for his pet ~ &lt;strong&gt;Kitty, the cat&lt;/strong&gt;!! I don’t know why he chose cat as his pet, but I’m definitely won’t fulfill his request. Several reasons: even though I’m not a cat lover, but, I’m not that bad to cat as well, if they didn’t step into my boundary. And, worst part, Dadi is allergic to animal flur or dust ~ as he has sinus problem as well as asthma. So, imagine, if there is slightly dust at home or cat ‘touch’ Dadi leg, Dadi will sneeze non stop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part, I did even propose to my colleague who is a cat lover, to ‘borrow’ his cat to me for several days, as I want Jona to learn that it is really not that easy to request thing as he need to be full responsible to the cat ~ like bath, feed etc, etc….Haha…of course, my colleague rejected my request, as his cat is really oversize and also the body is out of proportion. If you didn’t realize it, the cat head is so small and the body is so &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(should have take his cat photo and show it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I ‘squeezing’ my head to think of ideas suddenly a cat by pass in front of me (I was in the kitchen preparing lunch for my kids), hold something inside the mouth. At first glance, I thought it might be mouse. And, when he spit the thing out, and start to chew, bite and eat it, only I realize it is a fried chicken. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SdsTHcNXELI/AAAAAAAABMI/1xi-YqMyafQ/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321868403220615346" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SdsTHcNXELI/AAAAAAAABMI/1xi-YqMyafQ/s200/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SdsTHNoJYcI/AAAAAAAABMA/Z-tGqOGZdcA/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321868399306432962" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SdsTHNoJYcI/AAAAAAAABMA/Z-tGqOGZdcA/s200/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SdsTGbML90I/AAAAAAAABL4/-QBV1GEXnq4/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321868385767388994" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SdsTGbML90I/AAAAAAAABL4/-QBV1GEXnq4/s200/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See, the Kitty keep looking back while he munch the food ~ must be steal again liao!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wondering where he gets it from, does he steal the food again from one of my neighbors or it is a gift from them?? Honestly, I hate stray cat as well as not responsible owner of the cat. There is one time, when I put my Pomphret fish on my kitchen sink to defrost, though of wash and steam it for dinner later. When I heard some noise from the kitchen, and went to see, I realize the cat has taken my fish!! Horrible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yesterday some stray cat eats my fish food again (second time already)!! Is the cat so hungry till fish food also they can eat?? I should convince Jona to have fish as his pet and also think of way how to get rid of cat coming to my compound. Any ideas?&lt;/em&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/22072150-1219392840541996081?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1219392840541996081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=1219392840541996081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1219392840541996081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1219392840541996081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/04/kitty-kitty-where-are-you.html' title='Kitty, Kitty, You Naughty Kitty!'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SdsTHcNXELI/AAAAAAAABMI/1xi-YqMyafQ/s72-c/DSC00957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-5706825955154408830</id><published>2009-04-02T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:53:43.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>NO ENTRY, Please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Timid Boy? That’s Jona boy. Since young, he is very timid even until now. If he needs to go toilet, he need someone to go with him even though at our own house or if he need to go upstair to get something or go inside the playroom to get his toys. So, you can imagine how tiring especially if he only want to go toilet only for several times a day……..what to do, he is Jona boyJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while I was busy preparing dinner, suddenly Jona ran to me, half screaming, &lt;strong&gt;“Mommy, mommy, come with me faster!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momi: Why? What happen?&lt;br /&gt;Jona: I’m so urge (holding his penis with both hands like prevent the urine from leak out)&lt;br /&gt;Momi: What’s wrong? Just go toilet. The light is on and I’m here near you.&lt;br /&gt;Jona: No, no, I’m scare. There is something inside the toilet and it is black colour.&lt;br /&gt;Momi: Oooo…it is just a cockroach. You don’t disturb him, and he won’t come and disturb you too. Go, faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, Iz came and go disturb the cockroach and it immediately hides somewhere else while Jona release his urge peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I saw Jona so busy drawing something and then, ask Dadi for tape. You know what happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SdRSzP5px_I/AAAAAAAABLY/itbu84sLkcU/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319968100226549746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SdRSzP5px_I/AAAAAAAABLY/itbu84sLkcU/s200/DSC00959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha….He draw a cockroach and then, put ‘X’sign mean no entry to cockroach so they cannot come in and paste it on every door in our house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid really dares to do thing that is out of our imagination. He thought the cockroach will understand his drawing sign and won’t go into our house again after reading it…..Anyone need this sign for your house??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-5706825955154408830?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5706825955154408830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=5706825955154408830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5706825955154408830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5706825955154408830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-entry-please.html' title='NO ENTRY, Please...'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SdRSzP5px_I/AAAAAAAABLY/itbu84sLkcU/s72-c/DSC00959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-8101798893241363214</id><published>2009-03-26T12:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:56:39.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><title type='text'>Smooth traffic = Good Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont' know whether it is only me or it happen to almost everyone who need to rush to/back work every morning/evening. I realise that since January this year, the number of cars on the road is &lt;strong&gt;TRIPLE&lt;/strong&gt; compare to before economic slow down. I really don't know what is happening or going on....anyone able to tell me about it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember clearly 2 years back, when my office hour is from 9am ~ 6pm, the traffic is really bad till I have to request to my boss that I want to change working hour, just to beat the traffic. Imagine to reach office before 9am, I have to leave home at 7.30am and after 6pm, I only reach home around 7 or 7.30pm. Because of the traffic stress, my mood will turn bad as well, and it is not good for my health(as my body cell will be depressed too without me realising it). Luckily, he approve my request. So, from that day, my official hour is change from 8am ~ 5pm. And, every morning, I started from my house around 7.20am, and it took me around 30~ 40mins to reach my office and same when I going home. So nice and wonderful hor....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good thing never last forever!!&lt;/strong&gt; A year back, thing has changed slowly and traffic started to get worst in early morning and before I manage to change my schedule again, suddenly due to petrol increase in price(middle of the year), cars getting less on the road, and it seem to be dreaming again that I could take only 30 mins drive to work ~ very smooth......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/ScsKAVsDMcI/AAAAAAAABLA/YxAGmE1CjFM/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317354785979183554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/ScsKAVsDMcI/AAAAAAAABLA/YxAGmE1CjFM/s200/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;See, the sky is not 'open' yet, instead I already stuck in traffic jam :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/ScsKAsMMrgI/AAAAAAAABLI/wvMxWPWj8ek/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317354792019602946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/ScsKAsMMrgI/AAAAAAAABLI/wvMxWPWj8ek/s200/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;I still stuck.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too bad, it is only for few months nia....And, esp now, since January 2009, I can see there is huge change in car flow during early morning, say 7am!! Traffic start to occur everywhere. And, the worst part, nowadays, I no more enjoy driving easily in the early morning. My traffic jam started exactly in from of my house till I reach office. Imagine the stress that I occured. To make it worst, I can't start from my house at 7.20am anymore nor 7am!! When I start from my house at 7am, I will only reach my office around 8.10 or sometimes, 8.30am!!! Aiyoooohhhh!!!! One and half hours stuck inside the car!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What should I do?? Change to work from 7 ~ 4pm?? Is this possible? I don't think so...My colleague even tease me saying &lt;strong&gt;"come early to office, eat breakfast and then, start work"&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;"move house near to office"........&lt;/strong&gt;Does this worth it to do so?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/ScsKA0Gr0gI/AAAAAAAABLQ/6rMx_oiqawg/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317354794143961602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/ScsKA0Gr0gI/AAAAAAAABLQ/6rMx_oiqawg/s200/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Rain, rain go away,....Momi need to go to work(the worst!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing I know for sure: When the traffic is bad esp during raining, or some minor car accident, my mood will be moody or bad as well during that whole day. When my mood is bad, everything doesn't seem to be correct at all......Now, only if I could stay at home, haha....then, all these unnecessary stress will go away peacefully and I will have more healthy life!!! For sure, I need to pray to GOD to give me sight to find solution for this crazy traffic........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-8101798893241363214?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8101798893241363214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=8101798893241363214' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8101798893241363214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8101798893241363214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/03/smooth-traffic-good-mood.html' title='Smooth traffic = Good Mood'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/ScsKAVsDMcI/AAAAAAAABLA/YxAGmE1CjFM/s72-c/DSC00945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-5607385937432907609</id><published>2009-03-17T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:50:12.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Content of a Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jona love doing Art &amp;amp; Craft or drawing. He just won't get bored of it compare to Iz. And, I think my decision of sending him to Art class really worth the money as nowadays, I just need to keep filling up my drawer with recycle papers. And, he didn't draw on the wall anymore!!! He just changed......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From times to times, he just love to draw something and then, write some message on it, either attention to me or Dadi or Aunty Flora, and then, request to have envelope and stamp to mail it out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Writing all these letters and messages really boost his vocabulary skill as well as writting skill(I guess practise do make it perfect one day). I must admit that I quite impressed with his reading. He can read most of the children story book(most of the words) and also able to write a sentence, even though the handwritting ~ really no eyes see lor as well as never wanted to correct or re-write it nicely again. Just simply jump from one section to another like ROCKET(from bottom to up). When I try to correct him, he will just simply said &lt;strong&gt;"Mmm...never mind ar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sb8r1KiIAwI/AAAAAAAABK4/zVw04bYc5e8/s1600-h/DSC10942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314014277681021698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sb8r1KiIAwI/AAAAAAAABK4/zVw04bYc5e8/s200/DSC10942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is one of it that I manage to snap:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mom, I love You. I got a game. You choose a animal. Which animal you like.....&lt;/strong&gt;In the box got, Fish, Turtle and Butterfly.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-5607385937432907609?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5607385937432907609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=5607385937432907609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5607385937432907609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5607385937432907609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/03/content-of-letter.html' title='Content of a Letter'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/Sb8r1KiIAwI/AAAAAAAABK4/zVw04bYc5e8/s72-c/DSC10942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-7098789216529306220</id><published>2009-03-08T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:18:00.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Weekend Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember I say before that Dadi always complains that my son toys are too many and request me to stop buying anymore when I’m on my biz trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, guess what? When I’m alone at home during weekend with 2 boys, it is really useful to have different kind of toys to occupy my prince’s free time. They will play on their own most of the time, of course, half of the time, screaming calling Momi for helps like &lt;strong&gt;“Momi, you see Jonathan. He doesn’t want to play with me” “Momi, you see Iz. He take away my toys”……&lt;/strong&gt;Never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, the outcome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jona &amp;amp; Iz just love their LEGO blocks so much. When they play with their LEGO, they are so creative. So far, I only teach them how to build house, farm animals, car etc. But, not so advance like Dinosaurs, etc. And, the second time, they play, they able to build house even better than me, and start making ‘swimming pool’, bathroom, set house alarm, make farm animal, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SbOnyQRWv6I/AAAAAAAABKg/8jUaFFjes1Y/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310772867403005858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SbOnyQRWv6I/AAAAAAAABKg/8jUaFFjes1Y/s200/DSC00949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is Iz creation. His 'house' got many doors, windows, and bathroom with alarm system. Got tv set as well, and several beds for people to sleep and sheeps to sleep too.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SbOnyrWSdZI/AAAAAAAABKo/TGCChKBtgUs/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310772874671453586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SbOnyrWSdZI/AAAAAAAABKo/TGCChKBtgUs/s200/DSC00950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;This is Jona creation, rebuild it second time after being 'destroy' by Iz when Iz is angry.....half way build(still under construction, I gues)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Doesn’t it look so nice &amp;amp; creative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when they are bored with LEGO blocks, they will start drawing on piece of paper ~ anything that flash on their mind. Jona really able to draw better than Iz, and always end up, he is helping Iz with the drawing. But, before he helps Iz, he will say &lt;strong&gt;“Why you don’t know how to draw ar? If you don’t want to draw and keep ask me, then, why Momi need to send you to Art class?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SbOny_omGYI/AAAAAAAABKw/i0-V6pNQt08/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310772880116947330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SbOny_omGYI/AAAAAAAABKw/i0-V6pNQt08/s200/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fully occupied my fridge space with their creative drawing ~ crab, tree, flower, kite, sun, heart, honey in jar, apple, etc...(upper part belong to Iz and below part is Jona drawing)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how their occupied their free time on weekend, I guess I better buy more stuffs esp LEGO blocks/drawing apparatus for them, what do you think, worth my investment on previous toys hor? I think it is time for me to go for some shopping since I have more free time when on biz trip rather than at home. Wondering whether LEGO will be cheap here in Oz/NZ compare to M'sia?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-7098789216529306220?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7098789216529306220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=7098789216529306220' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7098789216529306220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7098789216529306220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-activities.html' title='Weekend Activities'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SbOnyQRWv6I/AAAAAAAABKg/8jUaFFjes1Y/s72-c/DSC00949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-9119064474903103023</id><published>2009-03-03T12:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:43:34.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><title type='text'>It is getting cold now.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My travelling season started again, and soon, I will be travelling to Australia &amp;amp; New Zealand.......some of you might think it is fun and wonderful, but, I feel a bit sad. Why? Let me tell you why.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Past few days, I told my boy boy that I will be going outstation again ~ Australia. And, guess what are their response?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jona: Hooray!!!! Then, Dadi can take care of me everyday &lt;/strong&gt;(haha....he is very timid, even though we all sleep in one room, he still insist that when Dadi not around, I need to sleep in between of him ~ in single bed and Iz ~ in King size bed. But, I reluctant as it is not comfortable at all).&lt;strong&gt; And, you just buy anything for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz: Then, you can buy for me the 'chop' in Red, yellow, Purple colour....and also buy for me the remote control boat where I can play on river........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, you say I feel sad or not :(. Come to think of it, maybe, my boy get used to it already that Momi need to travel to earn more money, and they are now happy about it and used to it already. Guess I should just be happy with the travelling right? And, buy them some more 'stamping' stuff as they wished........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SayyVvmXZLI/AAAAAAAABKY/MgiOJwfJJ0I/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308814147387352242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SayyVvmXZLI/AAAAAAAABKY/MgiOJwfJJ0I/s200/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SayyVf1P47I/AAAAAAAABKQ/p0PLPE5aT_4/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308814143154807730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SayyVf1P47I/AAAAAAAABKQ/p0PLPE5aT_4/s200/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: This is Jona's art of using stamping to create the 'body' and then, use pen to draw the hands and legs, mouth and eyes ~ for me, I guess it is how he differentiate between girl and boy, haha...girl with some curly hair and red lip!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-9119064474903103023?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/9119064474903103023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=9119064474903103023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/9119064474903103023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/9119064474903103023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-getting-cold-now.html' title='It is getting cold now.....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SayyVvmXZLI/AAAAAAAABKY/MgiOJwfJJ0I/s72-c/DSC00942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-7879781679373755019</id><published>2009-02-25T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:44:30.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Wordless Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SaTMje1rnHI/AAAAAAAABKI/dhiGqHeWKP8/s1600-h/DSC00132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306591170894994546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SaTMje1rnHI/AAAAAAAABKI/dhiGqHeWKP8/s200/DSC00132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just love this picture so much, when I first saw it (like love at first sign) ~ it is taken by Aunty Carol using her camera phone when we are having our lunch at Sunway Pyramid, Teppanyaki Restaurant last year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't they look so adorable and loving? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From this picture, I can really feel how deep Jona &amp;amp; Iz love for Eviana, their lil cousin. Everytimes, they see Evi, they will immediately go hug and kiss her till she scream for help. And, Jona even volunteer to watch Evi when he is playing or watching tv: just to make sure Evi don't fall from the mattress, etc....See how caring Jona is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I show this pic to my colleagues and friends, immediately they thought it is my newborn(latest family member). &lt;strong&gt;**Alamak**&lt;/strong&gt; No lar....I told you all already, that I already &lt;strong&gt;'close production', 'factory close' &lt;/strong&gt;liao.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On top of that, last weekend, Jona told me &lt;strong&gt;"Mommy, next time, when you give birth, please give birth to me only or only one baby"&lt;/strong&gt;. When I asked why? His reply is &lt;strong&gt;"So, you don't have to buy 2 same toys mah, also then, I don't have to fight with Iz for the toy anymore"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha...you say ar, how to have 3rd baby when my loving son give this comment liao....kah,kah....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-7879781679373755019?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7879781679373755019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=7879781679373755019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7879781679373755019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7879781679373755019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/02/wordless-picture.html' title='Wordless Picture'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SaTMje1rnHI/AAAAAAAABKI/dhiGqHeWKP8/s72-c/DSC00132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-5205078948236274561</id><published>2009-02-23T12:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:47:14.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Homecook Meal on Weekend only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember it clearly that when I was young, weekend is a &lt;strong&gt;OFF DAY&lt;/strong&gt; for my mom. It mean no cooking and we all went out to have our dinner. And, of course, we, as kids can't wait for weekend as beside could enjoy nice fastfood, etc, we will go for quick shopping too!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, this family culture didn't change as well, even though I married already with 2 kids till recently. When my mom staying with me all these while, she will be doing the cooking during weekdays and on weekend, we will go out and eat and do my weekly marketing ~ which I could see Jona and Iz miss this outing the most when grandma is not around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since 2 weeks ago, I have started cooking a simple meal for my 2 lovely princes. Just because of them, I start wearing apron, keep squeeze my brain to think what to cook for my princes: a healthy and simple meal as well as what to buy when I go to wet market. Initially, I don't really enjoy cooking as I always worried that my food will be 'rejected' and end up in dustbin (see how demotivate I am). So to really start cooking, I really have to brainstorm myself and keep telling myself that it is alright, Jona and Iz will love the food that I cook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SaIp49NzDBI/AAAAAAAABJw/4Y9ceSQlNI0/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849369477712914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SaIp49NzDBI/AAAAAAAABJw/4Y9ceSQlNI0/s200/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taadaaa......on Sat dinner, I boil chicken soup + white fungus + red dates + wild fox eyes (sorry, don't really know how to call it in English), and it turn out to be perfect!!! Both my kids love the meal and finish their whole bowl of rice ~ yummy yummy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SaIp5IJe7PI/AAAAAAAABKA/6w1lIc52agQ/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849372412407026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SaIp5IJe7PI/AAAAAAAABKA/6w1lIc52agQ/s200/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SaIp42t1udI/AAAAAAAABJ4/l-dicydJ2Ck/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305849367733058002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SaIp42t1udI/AAAAAAAABJ4/l-dicydJ2Ck/s200/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, yesterday night, I fried some luncheon meat + eggs and cook some veggie soup too. Both of them, finished their meal again with Jona comment &lt;strong&gt;"Mommy, enough, my stomach is so full now"......."Next week, can you cook again ABC Chicken soup for me?" "I like it",&lt;/strong&gt; Jona request.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geeee, showing their satisfied face + happy stomach = It mean I really have to cook home meal for them on weekend liao.....I guess, only working mom like me, able to cook weekend homecook meal for my kids. It also mean that I have to find some simple recipes to learn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-5205078948236274561?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5205078948236274561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=5205078948236274561' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5205078948236274561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5205078948236274561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/02/homecook-meal-on-weekend-only.html' title='Homecook Meal on Weekend only'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SaIp49NzDBI/AAAAAAAABJw/4Y9ceSQlNI0/s72-c/DSC00944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-3043903395966807878</id><published>2009-02-18T10:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:00:07.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neigbour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><title type='text'>Arrogant or Idiot Neighbour??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;This might be a very long and boring story for you all. So, if you do have time, please do read it while snippy your cup of favourite coffee/tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I really don’t wish to write this on my loving blog, but, this neighbour is really driving me nut with their little nonsense action daily. Let call them Leong Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when they move it (a year plus), doing their big show off renovation. And, due to their selfish &amp;amp; arrogant attitude, one day, around 6 months back last year, they putting their flower pot in the middle of our cross line garden suddenly(In between of our little garden but outside the car porch, without apparent reason). To make story short, Leong started sent email to Dadi later to apologies and saying the main reason they put the flower pot is because he doesn’t want my hubby to park the car there!!! For me, it is really a nonsense and ridiculous. We are staying in a neighboring house. We never block their access and every neighbour is doing the same, as you know, when you are staying in terrace house, parking is an issue with all those house cramped and build close to each other(thanks to the developer). And, for this idiot Leong, what make me really angry is that his reason is because my hubby’s car is damaging his ‘alfafae’ grass and he is upset!! I mean, HALLO, since you plant your grass outside your car porch, anyone can park there and you should expect it as the land/property outside the car porch is belong to Maljis Perbandaran and not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, he indeed did apologies about it and says in future, no matter what, he will talk to us directly instead of putting sign or whatsoever this idiot Leong will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZt2PQ7GaxI/AAAAAAAABJQ/USU3T9gys0o/s1600-h/DSC01482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303962990771858194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZt2PQ7GaxI/AAAAAAAABJQ/USU3T9gys0o/s200/DSC01482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The mess of the cement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dadi thought that from that day onward, everything should be peaceful again as usual before they MOVE into this neighborhood. Who know, they did it again!!! This time, on Monday, when Dadi reached home around 6pm, Dadi saw that our car porch floor is so dirty with cement scatter around and our fish tank is full of cement as well. Not only that, our plant is not spare of as well(And I really hate rennovate as Jona is allergic to cement and being hospitalise before). You know what they did??!!! They go and seal up the fence with a brick on our ‘sharing’ fence!! On their side, they did everything nicely already and left our side here with dirty floor, ugly wall, etc…..You tell me, who is not upset with all of these nonsense and stupid act by inconsiderate or retarded neighbour after you are tired with whole day work!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZt2PdqCFzI/AAAAAAAABJI/2MJY1SSng8A/s1600-h/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303962994189932338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZt2PdqCFzI/AAAAAAAABJI/2MJY1SSng8A/s200/DSC01484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ugly wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when we try to talk nicely to Leong family, you know what the wife says?? She really drive me nut with the way she talk and act. I really feel like to slap her and tell her to F*CK off and move to isolated village where she can do whatever she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dadi:&lt;/strong&gt; What happen yesterday? Why you all build the wall and make our side here so ugly and dirty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid woman (in angry tone): &lt;/strong&gt;If you want to patch and seal your wall nicely….do it yourself and pay yourself lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dadi:&lt;/strong&gt; We really don’t care what you want to do with the wall, but, now, you are cross on our side here and it is a sharing fence, ok? By the way, shouldn’t you notify us earlier too? As we can clear our stuff off, rather than now, you are dirtying our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Why should I inform you of whatever renovation I did? Who are you? Why should I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dadi:&lt;/strong&gt; As a neighbour, we have the right that you inform us about sealing the wall and get our approval first before you start all these mess. As you are sealing the ‘sharing’ fence, and, also since your brick is crossing over our line, don’t we as the owner demand an explanation and a solution from you? By legal right, as long as you cross over people property, you should consult and talk and propose to us first if you want to seal the wall up. And, if we agree, we can share paying the cost. And, you shouldn’t do all these nonsense without consult us at all! By the way, your hubby did apologies before and says in future, anything, he will talk nicely to us first in his email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid woman:&lt;/strong&gt; What email? What talk? I don’t even know anything about it at all!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZt2Pvw6krI/AAAAAAAABJY/Gyi9CC-njAI/s1600-h/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303962999050638002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZt2Pvw6krI/AAAAAAAABJY/Gyi9CC-njAI/s200/DSC00865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Their guava tree purposely plant exactly at the border line and the branches or leaf keep falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this kind of neighbour. You tell me, whether I should piss off with them or not? Since they move into this neighbourhood, our family really has no peace of mind at all. Every tiny miny day, they would go and did some irritating action that really tests my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZt2O1nqvdI/AAAAAAAABJA/hsQpTtw3BDo/s1600-h/DSC01495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303962983442595282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZt2O1nqvdI/AAAAAAAABJA/hsQpTtw3BDo/s200/DSC01495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Their own unused roof tiles, they put at my backdoor neigbour area and not on their own side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, during their show off renovation, they even build their extension roof till my side here. Now, I’m just wondering, should I take any legal action on them? I try to talk to them, husband and wife about this issue, but, they always brush me off angrily. I really want to teach them some good manner lesson which I think their families never teach them before. When you are cross over people property, to prevent people from suing you, by right, they should be nice to me. And, not acting like this. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZt2_juXxUI/AAAAAAAABJo/-hbLo8cy_ps/s1600-h/DSC100867_Red.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303963820452463938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZt2_juXxUI/AAAAAAAABJo/-hbLo8cy_ps/s200/DSC100867_Red.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over my property!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague told me, that I can go file complain at Majlis Perbandaran, and their officer will come and check and issue reminder to this neighbour and give them certain period of time to remove it……Is it a good lesson to this kind of neighbour?&lt;/span&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/22072150-3043903395966807878?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3043903395966807878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=3043903395966807878' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3043903395966807878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3043903395966807878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/02/arrogant-or-idiot-neighbour.html' title='Arrogant or Idiot Neighbour??!'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZt2PQ7GaxI/AAAAAAAABJQ/USU3T9gys0o/s72-c/DSC01482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-2041192381933301320</id><published>2009-02-11T13:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:01:01.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Different kind of expression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;During 4th day of CNY, we went back to my hubby hometown to celebrate our CNY with my hubby family. Immediately arrive grandpa house, both my sons so excited and happy when their grandpa told them, he want to bring them to see different kind of tortoises at temple nearby his house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZJn-7oO9AI/AAAAAAAABI4/cx96QbdEmtc/s1600-h/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301414042224489474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZJn-7oO9AI/AAAAAAAABI4/cx96QbdEmtc/s200/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also at the same time, it mean I'll be having some of &lt;strong&gt;'ME' &lt;/strong&gt;time alone, hooray!!! And, Dadi is not to sure of just letting grandpa, his aunt and niece to watch out his 2 Baobei's, so, end up he follow as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZJn-gRKJRI/AAAAAAAABIo/Q59-yRM0yYM/s1600-h/DSC01438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301414034879948050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZJn-gRKJRI/AAAAAAAABIo/Q59-yRM0yYM/s200/DSC01438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZJn-1fYykI/AAAAAAAABIw/--2zW8wrkiw/s1600-h/DSC01439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301414040576772674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZJn-1fYykI/AAAAAAAABIw/--2zW8wrkiw/s200/DSC01439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, this lil Iz, didn't even scare of tortoise will bite his finger off instead he dare to touch and rub the tortoise back!! I bet that if I was there, I will definitely won't let Iz does it. With grandpa, they are just too daring to do whatever they want as their grandpa is too pampering them since both Jona and Iz is the 1st &amp;amp; 2nd grandchild for my hubby side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZJn-cPKCaI/AAAAAAAABIg/x-N_gHdYrr4/s1600-h/DSC01440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301414033797810594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZJn-cPKCaI/AAAAAAAABIg/x-N_gHdYrr4/s200/DSC01440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they are back home after 1 hour plus fun, only one word came out from Ku Po's mouth ~ &lt;strong&gt;'TIRED'&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Ha,ha...now only they know it is not easy to manage 2 active boy boy ler.....But, of course the word came out from my boy boy mouth is &lt;strong&gt;'FUN'&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-2041192381933301320?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2041192381933301320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=2041192381933301320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2041192381933301320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2041192381933301320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/02/different-kind-of-impression.html' title='Different kind of expression'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SZJn-7oO9AI/AAAAAAAABI4/cx96QbdEmtc/s72-c/DSC01445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-7300608450096787445</id><published>2009-02-05T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:49:08.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Angpow...Angpow....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SYphc7KN87I/AAAAAAAABIY/-B9Gf523HTA/s1600-h/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299155061099590578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SYphc7KN87I/AAAAAAAABIY/-B9Gf523HTA/s200/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year I can really see some difference with my princes in term of receiving angpows....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mommy, Mommy, you must give people lot lot of angpows. Then, when Iz go people house, they will give me lot lot of angpows"&lt;/strong&gt; said Iz with a cheeky smile when I ask him to dress up so we can go 'pa nian'.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not only that, when my family or relatives give angpows to them, they automatic will say &lt;strong&gt;Thank You&lt;/strong&gt;, and immediately run to my room to put their angpows in their own bag(don't know where they get those DVD transparent plastic bag from), otherwise, they will pass the angpow to me but with comment &lt;strong&gt;"Mommy, you keep for me this angpow ok, and later back home, you pass it back to me, okie?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say, they grown up already or not?? Anyway, this year, Chinese New Year, it is really a tiring + enjoyable year for me.....ha,ha...maybe, I have to admit that I'm getting old already or because of my princes has grown up, so, we travel more rather than choose which family side we celebrate our CNY. This year, we celebrate our CNY in my hometown first before fly back to KL and then, proceed to my InLaw house the following day....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how, I think celebrate CNY in my hometown is the best ever, ha,ha...can see lots of fireworks sparkling in the sky and strike midnight, lots of fire crackers being played even though it is not so noisy compare to previous year (only last for 15 mins)......Like my mom say &lt;strong&gt;"Got noisy firecrackers or not, it doesn't really bother you, as both your KL princes sleep never being bothered or being distrupted by the sound and still can sleep so peacefully"&lt;/strong&gt;.......It is true, till today, they still haven't really see real fire crackers being play during midnight except lion dance.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, the worst part, I even dare to forget to give my nephew and nieces their angpows!!!! Careless me (have already prepare it nicely), end up, still brought the angpows back with me to KL......HA,HA.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-7300608450096787445?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7300608450096787445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=7300608450096787445' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7300608450096787445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7300608450096787445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/02/angpowangpow.html' title='Angpow...Angpow....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SYphc7KN87I/AAAAAAAABIY/-B9Gf523HTA/s72-c/DSC00932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-4136863536804176511</id><published>2009-02-04T12:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:47:19.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><title type='text'>Good new or Bad new??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, my sis called me, and inform me that she really has decided to quit and become 100% SAHM. She seem to be serious about it this time but also can feel of her insecurity in saying it. Anyway, she has been thinking of quiting her job since few years back and now, if she really does type her resignation letter and submit it, I will say that she finally manage to let go of her &lt;strong&gt;working world &lt;/strong&gt;(I know it never been easy to make such decision esp with current economic slowdown but, I guess due to her unconditional &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; for her kids, she has to sacrifice)!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To those who hear it, might think it is a waste since she hold a degree and held a good position in her current company and her job is really what everyone want - &lt;strong&gt;'iron bowl'&lt;/strong&gt;. But, to me, I really do envy that she able to become SAHM and further get fully support from her hubby to go ahead of becoming SAHM. And, I think it is a good new for my nephew &amp;amp; niece, of getting the best attention from their mommy. Honestly, I think it is really not easy to become SAHM and it is even more challenging than working in office, ha,ha.....I can't truly certified it as yet since I'm still full time WM, but, it is really tiring managing 2 'offices' ~ home and work. AAArrrghhhhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm wondering when will be my turn to fullfill my dream of becoming SAHM?? I dare not say I will be good housekeeper when I become SAHM but, at least, I can guarantee I will look after my princes nicely and make sure they grow up to be successful man, don't that is what every parent wish??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;To my dearie sis(Aunty Flora), wish you all the best and Don't ever look back once you decide to go ahead of it :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SYkdWSlJOfI/AAAAAAAABIQ/BZaNq_1gmuE/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298798705360058866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SYkdWSlJOfI/AAAAAAAABIQ/BZaNq_1gmuE/s200/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-4136863536804176511?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4136863536804176511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=4136863536804176511' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4136863536804176511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4136863536804176511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-new-or-bad-new.html' title='Good new or Bad new??'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SYkdWSlJOfI/AAAAAAAABIQ/BZaNq_1gmuE/s72-c/DSC00948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-4110369800690091698</id><published>2009-01-13T11:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:00:49.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>I want to be 'Mei Mei'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know what happen to Iz, my baobei recently.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since CNY is coming, I have gone and change my hairstyle ~ rebonding it and now and then, I start to use small clip to clip my hair to prevent it from dropping while I busy with my house tasks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who know, this little Iz, whenever he saw the small clip on my hair, immediately request to have it and say &lt;strong&gt;"I want to be your Mei Mei, can ar?"&lt;/strong&gt; When I say cannot, he will show me a sour face and then, pitiful face......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWwR-YMGc2I/AAAAAAAABEs/iegUZeO2zTA/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290623425596257122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWwR-YMGc2I/AAAAAAAABEs/iegUZeO2zTA/s200/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;He just doesn't even care when he get tease from Jona saying &lt;strong&gt;"Eeeee....Mei Mei....shame shame"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mei Mei's shy and adorable poses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWwSjyjH2fI/AAAAAAAABFM/63So5P52z7c/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290624068327299570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWwSjyjH2fI/AAAAAAAABFM/63So5P52z7c/s200/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290624067431565954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWwSjvNkCoI/AAAAAAAABFE/Yra_ID0IJyk/s200/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWwSjbd14tI/AAAAAAAABE8/Bw2X8Rp4ZSo/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290624062131135186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWwSjbd14tI/AAAAAAAABE8/Bw2X8Rp4ZSo/s200/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWwSjPXbM6I/AAAAAAAABE0/_wQsAgVl3fg/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290624058882995106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWwSjPXbM6I/AAAAAAAABE0/_wQsAgVl3fg/s200/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, you say, he got Mei Mei face or not? Naahhh, I think he still cute for being Momi boy boy or do you think he will 'bring' Mei Mei for me??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-4110369800690091698?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4110369800690091698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=4110369800690091698' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4110369800690091698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4110369800690091698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-be-mei-mei.html' title='I want to be &apos;Mei Mei&apos;'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWwR-YMGc2I/AAAAAAAABEs/iegUZeO2zTA/s72-c/DSC00941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-3993023641753062103</id><published>2009-01-12T12:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:57:29.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dadi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Let me serve you, Darling....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dadi say, since boy boy are big enough, so, they don't need to use baby wipes to clean their feet anymore ~ it won't be clean. He did mention this to me several times, but, me as lazy Momi still prefer to use baby wipes ~ as both Jona &amp;amp; Iz, their immune system are not so strong, and they so easily catch cold or cough if suddenly being spray with water esp during night when they are ready to go to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until I saw this pictures in my mobile phone one morning, only I knew Dadi really meant it to do the washing by himself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WAW",&lt;/strong&gt; Dadi really love his 2 princes so much, till willing to take extra effort to wash their little feet to make sure it is clean and dry ~ even ready with the towel hang on to his shoulder. Ha,ha....I bet Dadi really don't mind to be his 2 Baobei servant at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWrNSn9_jlI/AAAAAAAABEc/UDVT3T5FudQ/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290266432150408786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWrNSn9_jlI/AAAAAAAABEc/UDVT3T5FudQ/s200/DSC00959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWrNSdctgfI/AAAAAAAABEU/B51uMulrkx8/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290266429326459378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWrNSdctgfI/AAAAAAAABEU/B51uMulrkx8/s200/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dadi, sometimes, you just pamper your 2 boy boy too much but guess that's Jona &amp;amp; Iz's Dadi anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-3993023641753062103?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3993023641753062103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=3993023641753062103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3993023641753062103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3993023641753062103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-me-serve-you-darling.html' title='Let me serve you, Darling....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWrNSn9_jlI/AAAAAAAABEc/UDVT3T5FudQ/s72-c/DSC00959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-3857861097854825986</id><published>2009-01-09T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:53:06.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Flower Basket with Wine??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWa7lm4pCjI/AAAAAAAABEM/UMNmzAHAFbc/s1600-h/DSC00960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289121067160898098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWa7lm4pCjI/AAAAAAAABEM/UMNmzAHAFbc/s200/DSC00960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This morning, I received a surprise delivery from someone: Flower basket with wine (as it stated)...Guess who is the sender??? Ha,ha...everyone passing by my table sure will take a look and ask this question. Everyone thought it is from my dearie hubby, as anniversary surprise or gift.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too bad, the answer is 'no'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This wonderful gift is from my HQ to thanks and congrate me of being a proud winner of the 'Defeat the economy' contest ~ where my team score the highest sales this year!!! Thanks for the gift my dear colleague.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, now, I left with dilemma, as I don't drink champagne (white or red wine or beer), and hubby is not allowed to drink it too due to health reason. So, I guess, I should 'donate' this champagne to my dear colleagues to enjoy it. As it say &lt;strong&gt;"Share your happiness with everyone"!!&lt;/strong&gt; Plus, my boss is leaving soon ~ good reason to open this champagne to drink during farewell dinner......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-3857861097854825986?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3857861097854825986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=3857861097854825986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3857861097854825986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3857861097854825986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/01/flower-basket-with-wine.html' title='Flower Basket with Wine??'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWa7lm4pCjI/AAAAAAAABEM/UMNmzAHAFbc/s72-c/DSC00960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-7339610993296321034</id><published>2009-01-08T14:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:22:50.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>New Year, New HairStyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I don't really fancy or like this kind of hairstyle. Called me old fashion or old aunty but, I prefer boy boy hair to be 'smart' and 'nice', not too short/almost bald like army style(that's way too short).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWWbd2j9EgI/AAAAAAAABD8/8mXCs1sGSr8/s1600-h/DSC100891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288804274581344770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWWbd2j9EgI/AAAAAAAABD8/8mXCs1sGSr8/s200/DSC100891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, during Jona &amp;amp; Iz kindy concert last year, their principal instructed all boy must have their hairstyle set like 'punk'. He put lots of gel on Jona and esp Iz hair just to make them straight up.....Ha,ha..it is really funny to see the way how he did it. But, too bad, it doesn't last too long......Maybe, Iz hair is too soft, so, it still drop back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWWbePAwOlI/AAAAAAAABEE/1OZgg8hArq0/s1600-h/DSC100892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288804281144588882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWWbePAwOlI/AAAAAAAABEE/1OZgg8hArq0/s200/DSC100892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, imagine he used up whole bottle of his gel!! Do you like this new hairstyle?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-7339610993296321034?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7339610993296321034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=7339610993296321034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7339610993296321034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7339610993296321034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-hairstyle.html' title='New Year, New HairStyle'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWWbd2j9EgI/AAAAAAAABD8/8mXCs1sGSr8/s72-c/DSC100891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-5075296834648727344</id><published>2009-01-07T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:05:03.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Pop Up Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jona love doing Art &amp;amp; Craft and everytimes, when postman arrived, he will rush out and collected the letters from postman. He will be extremely happy if there are those newsletter from MeadJohnson or McD, etc...where few pages taught you how to do certain crafts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, here you go: Pop Up Card especially design and made by Jona.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWQ3vhj4I9I/AAAAAAAABDs/RVzzKtJtG4o/s1600-h/DSC100860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288413152042034130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWQ3vhj4I9I/AAAAAAAABDs/RVzzKtJtG4o/s200/DSC100860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First, he get a recycle paper, do some colouring(as he want to make ocean for the fish to swim) and since he manage to find some whale, fishes etc from recycle book as well....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWQ3v9fkaaI/AAAAAAAABD0/-5EeIuGlvMg/s1600-h/DSC100863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288413159540156834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWQ3v9fkaaI/AAAAAAAABD0/-5EeIuGlvMg/s200/DSC100863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, the 'Happy Birthday' wording is written by him as well.....Taadaaa....nice or not? Do try it out with your kids....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-5075296834648727344?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5075296834648727344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=5075296834648727344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5075296834648727344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5075296834648727344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/01/pop-up-card.html' title='Pop Up Card'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWQ3vhj4I9I/AAAAAAAABDs/RVzzKtJtG4o/s72-c/DSC100860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-1780205551598165465</id><published>2009-01-05T11:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:27:59.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Visit National Memorial Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Dadi is off and not working, usually we will always end up either shopping around or visit some place. Don't know why, Dadi just can't stay at home and relaxing himself around. I bet he hate doing some gardening or carpenting.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, during New Year holiday, we end up visiting Tugu Negara!!! Both Jona &amp;amp; Iz just love it, keep running around, look here and there. And, esp. Iz, he just love to see the water fountain(got timer - suddenly water will shoot up &amp;amp; down) and keep jumping from one side to another side. Too bad, by the time we reached Tugu, it is already 11 o'clock ~ imaging the sun rise high up!!! Even when all of us, snap some photos, can see both my boy boy eyes cannot open wide, ha,ha.....But, the pond beside the Tugu, indeed is so cooling with lot of fishes and tortoises swim around happily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWF85ZvF4rI/AAAAAAAABDc/lnIlIGZiHTQ/s1600-h/DSC01328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644763112465074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWF85ZvF4rI/AAAAAAAABDc/lnIlIGZiHTQ/s200/DSC01328.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cooling place near pond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWF849NOHRI/AAAAAAAABDU/hhg2fSTgqAU/s1600-h/DSC01317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644755454205202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWF849NOHRI/AAAAAAAABDU/hhg2fSTgqAU/s200/DSC01317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWF84ErIeDI/AAAAAAAABDM/jdFsOojdjRQ/s1600-h/DSC01310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644740278843442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWF84ErIeDI/AAAAAAAABDM/jdFsOojdjRQ/s200/DSC01310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;See, how excellent Dadi snap photo for Iz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWF83tIO3bI/AAAAAAAABDE/bKyP9dDJlQY/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644733958446514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWF83tIO3bI/AAAAAAAABDE/bKyP9dDJlQY/s200/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm a BAD photographer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287644722166541490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWF83BM0rLI/AAAAAAAABC8/0F7MxEjdPQA/s200/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking it back, it has been ages that I never visit Tugu except when I was young, around 4 years old (same age as Iz now). And, nothing has really change about it, which is nice and clean. So, I bet Jona &amp;amp; Iz won't be visiting Tugu anymore unless it is organise by their school, etc...If you ask me to bring them again, mmmm....I don't think so, HA,HA....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWF9XFgnd-I/AAAAAAAABDk/pTg_y6Jfl_A/s1600-h/DSC01327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287645273079117794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWF9XFgnd-I/AAAAAAAABDk/pTg_y6Jfl_A/s200/DSC01327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The opposite: Jona want take photo &amp;amp; Iz hate take photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We just spend around one hour there and then, off we go ~ shopping in Pavillion!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-1780205551598165465?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1780205551598165465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=1780205551598165465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1780205551598165465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1780205551598165465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/01/visit-national-memorial-park.html' title='Visit National Memorial Park'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SWF85ZvF4rI/AAAAAAAABDc/lnIlIGZiHTQ/s72-c/DSC01328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-4083087040800773166</id><published>2009-01-02T12:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:30:51.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Cameron Trip - Pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jona is always a cheerful boy, but, too timid!!! I guess it is mainly inherited from me. Like yesterday night, while I was having my dinner, suddenly he cried and run to me from the bathroom saying &lt;strong&gt;"Got worm, worm"........&lt;/strong&gt;and then, I realise that he is washing a seashell which inside got a small worm crawling out!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While we are enjoying ourselves in Cameron, Jona just too scare to even take photo together with 'dead' butterfly or any animals!! I bet he just love the strawberry farm trip as he get the privileges to go and pluck the strawberry with grandma PLUS the strawberry is not a 'moving' stuff.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2W_1nJqYI/AAAAAAAABCM/e0UVxQbi-UA/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286547561070045570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2W_1nJqYI/AAAAAAAABCM/e0UVxQbi-UA/s200/DSC01180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2W_oGJUSI/AAAAAAAABCE/LfbG-lUOLo4/s1600-h/DSC01176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286547557441949986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2W_oGJUSI/AAAAAAAABCE/LfbG-lUOLo4/s200/DSC01176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286547550723842258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2W_PEbINI/AAAAAAAABB8/EAWzGhbjUlQ/s200/DSC01167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286547544694839634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2W-4m_2VI/AAAAAAAABB0/p-A67GQ83MI/s200/DSC01163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2W-nQ3eNI/AAAAAAAABBs/nE60es7K1go/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286547540038613202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2W-nQ3eNI/AAAAAAAABBs/nE60es7K1go/s200/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2X_mjX1KI/AAAAAAAABC0/f-C_xuMFU50/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286548656539292834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2X_mjX1KI/AAAAAAAABC0/f-C_xuMFU50/s200/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2X_BYFLVI/AAAAAAAABCs/orTZoPJ134E/s1600-h/DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286548646559821138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2X_BYFLVI/AAAAAAAABCs/orTZoPJ134E/s200/DSC01269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2X-4EWR0I/AAAAAAAABCk/-0WOPgpD9-g/s1600-h/DSC01262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286548644061136706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2X-4EWR0I/AAAAAAAABCk/-0WOPgpD9-g/s200/DSC01262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2X-rFpVXI/AAAAAAAABCc/afW8L6DHdZY/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286548640576918898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2X-rFpVXI/AAAAAAAABCc/afW8L6DHdZY/s200/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2X-Rjo7AI/AAAAAAAABCU/G9TUWKb4mzA/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286548633723399170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2X-Rjo7AI/AAAAAAAABCU/G9TUWKb4mzA/s200/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best part is, he really love to take pictures and always give me a sponteous smile or nice pose. Didn't his pose better than his Momi??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-4083087040800773166?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4083087040800773166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=4083087040800773166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4083087040800773166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4083087040800773166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2009/01/cameron-trip-pt-2.html' title='Cameron Trip - Pt 2'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SV2W_1nJqYI/AAAAAAAABCM/e0UVxQbi-UA/s72-c/DSC01180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-8244588381892113544</id><published>2008-12-31T09:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:54:28.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is last day of 2008, and 2009 is another 14 hours away.....Many things have happened throughout 2008 ~ of course, there are happy and sad events, depending on how I interpreted it, I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my colleagues started ask me again, &lt;strong&gt;"So, 2009, what is your new year resolution?"......&lt;/strong&gt;Mmmm to be frank, even last year resolution ~ of doing sit up to reduce my tummy flap is not happening at all (didn't even bother to do it after 3 days, so, how to reduce the flap, ha,ha..), I really dare not to even think of 2009 resolution. Anyhow, due to 365 days stress and pressure, I lost weight. Everyone comment on it, when they see me, which is good since I want to lose weight anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For this year, I don't want to set myself any resolution anymore. As long as I'm happy, cheerful and the most, to spend times with my kids &amp;amp; Dadi, it is already a long list for me to fullfill!!! Like this message &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"Don't read it. LIVE it!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: I just love the message that Dadi sent to me on my recent birthday cake ~ &lt;strong&gt;Forever Young&lt;/strong&gt;......Wow, what a meaningful word instead of 'Happy Birthday'. Thank you, darling!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVrQn-4WXDI/AAAAAAAABBk/xSabFzyypGo/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285766497985518642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVrQn-4WXDI/AAAAAAAABBk/xSabFzyypGo/s200/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-8244588381892113544?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8244588381892113544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=8244588381892113544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8244588381892113544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8244588381892113544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-new-year.html' title='New Year, New Year....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVrQn-4WXDI/AAAAAAAABBk/xSabFzyypGo/s72-c/DSC00940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-4779208335461477439</id><published>2008-12-24T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:01:10.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Cameron Trip - Pt 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;School holiday coming to end already, and seeing my kids so boring staying at home watching DVDs, throwing out all the toys from playroom, Dadi finally said &lt;strong&gt;"It is time to get out from the house and go somewhere else".&lt;/strong&gt; And, it is Jona who decide that he want cold weather for simple holiday. So, there we go......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is indeed a nice little place to go and I never imagine that we really have a lot of fun!!! We even manage to go so many places within few hours (to be exact 2 days 1 night): Butterfly farm, Rose Valley, Cactus Farm, Tea Plantation(worst scenario) and Strawberry Farm (the best experience for Jona).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures can expressed how enjoy we are!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVGyNrF34NI/AAAAAAAABBc/T9pWdQpuLdY/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283199785857704146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVGyNrF34NI/AAAAAAAABBc/T9pWdQpuLdY/s200/DSC01225.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;Jona get to pluck the strawberry and eat the ice cream too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVGyNdiw3VI/AAAAAAAABBU/tWk5uao1MUA/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283199782220782930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVGyNdiw3VI/AAAAAAAABBU/tWk5uao1MUA/s200/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;See, nice the background or not.....don't know why Dadi, Jona &amp;amp; Iz don't even feel cold!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVGyM5ZLh3I/AAAAAAAABBM/ILO0zwMNtD0/s1600-h/DSC01201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283199772516910962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVGyM5ZLh3I/AAAAAAAABBM/ILO0zwMNtD0/s200/DSC01201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Rose Valley, so beautiful...I love to stay longer but, blame myself: Forgot to bring sweater :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVGyMRMBhUI/AAAAAAAABBE/ScWYiTdULh8/s1600-h/DSC01165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283199761724310850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVGyMRMBhUI/AAAAAAAABBE/ScWYiTdULh8/s200/DSC01165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Really 'City' Boy.....never see 'Kampung' Chicken before.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVGyL1nAxAI/AAAAAAAABA8/oFfMM0YXdic/s1600-h/DSC01146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283199754321314818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVGyL1nAxAI/AAAAAAAABA8/oFfMM0YXdic/s200/DSC01146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our first visit to Butterfly farm....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-4779208335461477439?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4779208335461477439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=4779208335461477439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4779208335461477439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4779208335461477439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/12/cameron-trip-pt-1.html' title='Cameron Trip - Pt 1'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SVGyNrF34NI/AAAAAAAABBc/T9pWdQpuLdY/s72-c/DSC01225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-7735857043939500141</id><published>2008-12-22T09:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:15:03.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Merry X'mas Everyone!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought this year, my loving Christmas tree will be spare from any disturbance. And, who know, it isn't.......See the outcome....Who did this? Well, you all should be able to guess it - it is my lil Iz......Why? Well, it is not because of his naughtiness, indeed, he treat this Christmas tree as the place where he release his &lt;strong&gt;STRESS&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SU7px3_cFAI/AAAAAAAABAs/GJIu8loM4ew/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282416456005063682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SU7px3_cFAI/AAAAAAAABAs/GJIu8loM4ew/s200/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he is bully by his kor kor or lil nephew, Gaby, he will run and go to the Christmas tree, and shake shake the tree to release his stress. Then, he will be OK again, and poor the Christmas tree, all the decorations just dropped to the floor. After being treated like this several times, I and my mom really give up hope of hanging back the decorations...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, the best part of this Christmas season this year are my boys. They really growing up. See, all the pressies, it has not been opened at all since I or my mom or their aunties bought it for them. All they did, just play with the pressies without tearing off the wrapping as Jona will always keep remind Iz saying: &lt;strong&gt;"You only can open this present on Christmas day - 25th Dec"&lt;/strong&gt; and both just giggling with it....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So impressive to see Jona has so strong determination and can withstand the temptation. I really salute him as he is just a 5 years old boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha,ha..even though my Christmas tree look awful, but, below the Christmas tree, you still see a lot of pressies right? And, it still look like Christmas hor.....&lt;strong&gt;Happy X'Mas&lt;/strong&gt; to all of you. And, may you enjoy this day with your family &amp;amp; loved one!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-7735857043939500141?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7735857043939500141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=7735857043939500141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7735857043939500141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7735857043939500141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-xmas-everyone.html' title='Merry X&apos;mas Everyone!!'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SU7px3_cFAI/AAAAAAAABAs/GJIu8loM4ew/s72-c/DSC00933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-1787092782659636928</id><published>2008-12-15T12:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:39:42.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Shopping fun during Pre-Christmas..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Being pretty busy - workloads, handling kids, and the most is, busy shopping!!! Since last week, I have 2 official holidays, due to Sultan Selangor birthday as well as Hari Raya Haji, immediately grab this opportunity to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;I guess Jona &amp;amp; Iz even happier than me.....so, on last Thu, brought my 2 kids shopping to MidValley, since ages I have been there. I don't like shopping in MidValley during weekend (sea people!!) and thought that since it is only Sultan Selangor Birthday it shouldn't be too crowded. Boy, I was really wrong and thanks goodness I went earlier, arrive around 10am, and by the time, I leave; 2+ pm, imagine, whole MidValley (I mean entry to MidValley - don't care whether it is from PJ to MV or from KL to MV), all jammed and pack up. All the parking bay give BIG sign - FULL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Anyway, I really do enjoy having a quick shopping provided me with 4 hours shopped - manage to buy what I want: sport shoe for myself, Jona &amp;amp; Iz's new year shoes and as well as their christmas pressie - that is the most important task given.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Jona just love to take pictures, and keep asking me, &lt;strong&gt;'Momi, your handphone still got battery or not?'&lt;/strong&gt; If yes, this is the outcome.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279870904775767474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SUXenSsUdbI/AAAAAAAABAU/e5c-dFLkfJg/s200/DSC00923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SUXek_RsJhI/AAAAAAAABAM/1axIP_6ccc4/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279870865204061714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SUXek_RsJhI/AAAAAAAABAM/1axIP_6ccc4/s200/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SUXekZ7cJvI/AAAAAAAABAE/Ou9mIv4Ovf0/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279870855178626802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SUXekZ7cJvI/AAAAAAAABAE/Ou9mIv4Ovf0/s200/DSC00920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Instead for lil Iz, when I asked him, he just shake shake his head and sit still in his stroller with sour face - not photo friendly at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SUXe-K26PzI/AAAAAAAABAc/WxvYdsV9C_A/s1600-h/DSC00925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279871297809694514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SUXe-K26PzI/AAAAAAAABAc/WxvYdsV9C_A/s200/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Not only sour face, this little naughty Iz, while I busy trying new pants and clothes inside the fitting room (and due to his unhappiness of me not buying a helium balloon for him first), he threaten me &lt;strong&gt;"Momi, you want me to take your naked photo or not".......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SUXe-Z781BI/AAAAAAAABAk/k0ra3PCZ_-k/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279871301857367058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SUXe-Z781BI/AAAAAAAABAk/k0ra3PCZ_-k/s200/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Shopping with them is fun, but, also tiring as well.......need to fullfill their demand/threaten before can proceed to buy my stuff. Don't you agree with me? &lt;strong&gt;**piak**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-1787092782659636928?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1787092782659636928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=1787092782659636928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1787092782659636928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1787092782659636928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping-fun-during-pre-christmas.html' title='Shopping fun during Pre-Christmas..........'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SUXenSsUdbI/AAAAAAAABAU/e5c-dFLkfJg/s72-c/DSC00923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-5683341882528317595</id><published>2008-12-04T08:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:27:31.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dadi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Holiday MOOD.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;School holiday always make parents esp Momi sweating.....Why? Because my 2 boy boy will be 'over active' and too boring of staying at home. Yesterday, I get this comment from my mom and Aunty Carol "Wow, your Jona boy ar, full of energy, whole day, disturb me, grandma, Iz, non stop and doesn't want to sleep as well".........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, Dadi is not helping at all, instead he make Momi gone crazy.....just because of the kids are so bored, he brought them to go Toy R Us, and imagine, he bought them toys without thinking twice - Machine Gun (Iz's favorite), Colouring stuff for Jona, and then, himself bought for 2 princes 2 tents, plus other toys like Thomas the Train, Lego Blocks, etc.....thinking of occupy them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/STcxn18UIhI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Va0Qf62LQos/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275740049052541458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/STcxn18UIhI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Va0Qf62LQos/s200/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/STcxoRtUGuI/AAAAAAAAAwg/-aumju8TSrw/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275740056505817826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/STcxoRtUGuI/AAAAAAAAAwg/-aumju8TSrw/s200/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reason: Boy Boy always put their toys on the sofa and leave him with no space to sit or lay down. So, with tent then, they will throwing their stuff/toy inside it. No matter how many times, I told him not to buy as it is really pointless and waste of money...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/STcxoLl_3pI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Z62mnFYz2wA/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275740054864518802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/STcxoLl_3pI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Z62mnFYz2wA/s200/DSC00912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Initially, both boy boy so happy with new toys and tents, and willing to put all their toys inside and playing with it. But, not long, the tents only last for 5 days and it slightly tear off liao!!! For Dadi, within 2 days, he already started complaining saying the tent taken too much space in the house, till he has no place to walk and can't even watch the tv properly in full view.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiyoohhh....another toys 'throwing' inside recycle bag liao........Christmas is COMING, and my mom has been waiting patiently for my younger sis to come over and bring her out to do some shopping for her grandkids - she even memories all the toys that Jona and Iz mention to her earlier (refer to Toy R Us catalogue).......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Christmas is always fun for kids, for I bet it is not for me in term of tidying and 'throwing' toys.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-5683341882528317595?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5683341882528317595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=5683341882528317595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5683341882528317595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5683341882528317595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-mood.html' title='Holiday MOOD.....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/STcxn18UIhI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Va0Qf62LQos/s72-c/DSC00910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-1402587686572385646</id><published>2008-12-02T08:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:48:20.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Fire Sparkle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/STSFkQrxvRI/AAAAAAAAAwA/c-QzGdeJEZQ/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274987921558060306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/STSFkQrxvRI/AAAAAAAAAwA/c-QzGdeJEZQ/s200/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CNY is coming, but, not now, and my 2 boy boy just can't wait for that day to play with fire sparkle, when they got to know that I bought it from Singapore. They have been asking since they got to play with it during my cousin wedding in July, and thanks GOD that I do travel to Singapore quite frequent, so, it make it easy for me to buy from there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is really cheap selling in Singapore and it is open selling compare to here, which I really can't bought it anywhere unless 'illegal'. Got idea where I can get it here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/STSFk4ZMARI/AAAAAAAAAwI/g6tgGkMkvsw/s1600-h/DSC00952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274987932217508114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/STSFk4ZMARI/AAAAAAAAAwI/g6tgGkMkvsw/s200/DSC00952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every night, both can't wait for the night to appear, and plead to play with it. Within 3 days, all finished and they are happy. No more asking to play or ask me to buy it again.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha,ha....kids always kids.....when they got what they want, they are happy!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-1402587686572385646?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1402587686572385646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=1402587686572385646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1402587686572385646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1402587686572385646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/12/fire-sparkle.html' title='Fire Sparkle'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/STSFkQrxvRI/AAAAAAAAAwA/c-QzGdeJEZQ/s72-c/DSC00951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-4842634437392164645</id><published>2008-11-25T08:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:53:37.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>L.O.V.E Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should have post this long ago, but, was pretty busy. Anyhow, I'm just wondering how kids identify what is &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;? Do they really know what is LOVE at the &lt;strong&gt;age of 5&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SStLYBVCiBI/AAAAAAAAAvg/1G0B9xXDxYA/s1600-h/DSC00860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272390664812922898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SStLYBVCiBI/AAAAAAAAAvg/1G0B9xXDxYA/s200/DSC00860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before school holiday start, one day, Jona show me this 'LOVE' letter. And, when I asked him who give this to him, he told me "&lt;strong&gt;It is from Anabelle to Iz".&lt;/strong&gt; I like huh? Then, he explain further &lt;strong&gt;"Inside the picture, Anabelle draw herself with Iz sitting on the chair eat birthday cake"&lt;/strong&gt;......I like OK, but, then, I saw this small wording at another page, so, when I ask Jona again, he reply so relax &lt;strong&gt;"Anabelle love Iz"..&lt;/strong&gt; That simple!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SStLi4w9AHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/aZIf6wTsy5A/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272390851492642930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SStLi4w9AHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/aZIf6wTsy5A/s200/DSC00863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I asked Iz, he just say &lt;strong&gt;"I don't know".....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SStLqaFK5QI/AAAAAAAAAvw/gdi3WA7ylf4/s1600-h/DSC00876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272390980694893826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SStLqaFK5QI/AAAAAAAAAvw/gdi3WA7ylf4/s200/DSC00876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geeeee...so young, at age of 5 years old? Mmmm....after several days, I saw Iz school bag got another small piece of paper, and it written only &lt;strong&gt;'I LOVE You'&lt;/strong&gt;......wow!!! So aggressive ar, the girl nowadays?? And, I'm wonder whether the girl parent esp the mommy know about this or not....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, I think it is just a puppy love, don't you think so? Or, maybe Anabelle expression of liking Iz, not that kind of LOVE right? Like to see how Anabelle look like? He,he...the girl with long hair sitting in front row .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SStL6cMB7aI/AAAAAAAAAv4/fJeRUxukjMk/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272391256138444194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SStL6cMB7aI/AAAAAAAAAv4/fJeRUxukjMk/s200/DSC00864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So fast, I can become a Mother-In-Law liao...ha,ha....soon or later right? I guess I just need to be extra careful in monitoring my 2 boys now....esp Iz. Now, is only the starting.....maybe in future, he has so many admirers that Momi need to hire a Rotweiler!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-4842634437392164645?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4842634437392164645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=4842634437392164645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4842634437392164645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4842634437392164645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-letter.html' title='L.O.V.E Letter'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SStLYBVCiBI/AAAAAAAAAvg/1G0B9xXDxYA/s72-c/DSC00860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-1111766148888148461</id><published>2008-11-20T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:59:10.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Overkilling travelling.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just after I complaint of getting bored of not travelling for a month, now, I'm over exhausted of keep travelling......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm in Singapore for several days, next week, guess where I go? Yup....to Brisbane for several days again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly MISS my boy boy so much!!!! Aaarrggghhhh!!!! Especially, I do realise that my boy boy has grown up so fast. Just call back home, and nowadays, I can chit chat with my boy - Jona &amp;amp; Iz just like adult talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz: Mommy, why you don't go buy transformer for me?&lt;br /&gt;Momi: Outside raining, cannot go&lt;br /&gt;Iz: Then, you take umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;Momi: Cannot&lt;br /&gt;Jona: Are you in the hotel now?&lt;br /&gt;Momi: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Iz: What noise is that?&lt;br /&gt;Momi: I'm eating&lt;br /&gt;Iz: With Friends?&lt;br /&gt;Momi: Nope. Alone&lt;br /&gt;Iz: Why, you no friend one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ha,ha.....It make me even missing you more, Jona &amp;amp; Iz!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSUKXXi56yI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ZCs5j15DlhQ/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270630335480720162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSUKXXi56yI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ZCs5j15DlhQ/s200/DSC01095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-1111766148888148461?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1111766148888148461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=1111766148888148461' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1111766148888148461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1111766148888148461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/11/overkilling-travelling.html' title='Overkilling travelling.....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSUKXXi56yI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ZCs5j15DlhQ/s72-c/DSC01095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-2143617969803779862</id><published>2008-11-17T12:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:46:33.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Shopping - Outcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have been pretty busy since I back from Bangkok - so many things to manage, handle(kids, work, housechores, etc).....really headache.....but, after thinking of the things that I bought from Bangkok, all is worthwhile.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought that I have manage to control myself from buying things anymore....but, who know, when see the things so cheap in Bangkok, my hands just started to feel 'itchy' again.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD1PtIG1zI/AAAAAAAAAuY/MsNfyII30qM/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269481214183921458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD1PtIG1zI/AAAAAAAAAuY/MsNfyII30qM/s200/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the most proud item that I bought.....I really love it so much, it so nice and then, I can use it to decorate my house when Chinese New Year arrived. Not need to do much cleaning, except tidying some red ribbon....And, I thought I can start decorate my house since my 2 princes is growing up liao, and who know, esp Iz, just crazy over the light. He just ON and OFF it non stop till I give up.....and, guess what, everything only cost me RM 55!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD2OpA7jrI/AAAAAAAAAug/-RVnV3aANpU/s1600-h/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269482295411838642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD2OpA7jrI/AAAAAAAAAug/-RVnV3aANpU/s200/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD2O9Skz4I/AAAAAAAAAuo/z3WeqBgy6Sc/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269482300854554498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD2O9Skz4I/AAAAAAAAAuo/z3WeqBgy6Sc/s200/DSC00879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, some other things for my kids and nephew and nieces...All really cheap wor....Clipper only RM 1 each, and the t-shirt(100% cotton) only RM 8 per piece. And, the accessories like note pad, etc, only cost me RM 3.90 per pack which contain lots of items as you can see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD2Pdo1-PI/AAAAAAAAAuw/MjaSgVz-ilU/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269482309537888498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD2Pdo1-PI/AAAAAAAAAuw/MjaSgVz-ilU/s200/DSC00880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD2PYYlkMI/AAAAAAAAAu4/pbJGFDFnVGk/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269482308127527106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD2PYYlkMI/AAAAAAAAAu4/pbJGFDFnVGk/s200/DSC00881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Not forgetting wind chime - only RM 13......to make more noise - prevent me from hearing crazy neigbours talking/complaints!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD2Po5pohI/AAAAAAAAAvA/HI3jaH429_Y/s1600-h/DSC00882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269482312561173010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD2Po5pohI/AAAAAAAAAvA/HI3jaH429_Y/s200/DSC00882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except the magnets, cost me quite a lot, RM 2.70 per piece but, since everyone got souvenior, I need to buy for my mom right? And, not forgetting hubby - who forever only wear original HardRock shirt........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD22AqXiKI/AAAAAAAAAvI/znfKcGlvwqA/s1600-h/DSC00883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269482971774552226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD22AqXiKI/AAAAAAAAAvI/znfKcGlvwqA/s200/DSC00883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good shopping ler, and I only end up spending around RM 200+.......ha,ha..who wanna join me for shopping in Bangkok again?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-2143617969803779862?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2143617969803779862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=2143617969803779862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2143617969803779862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2143617969803779862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping-outcome.html' title='Shopping - Outcome'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SSD1PtIG1zI/AAAAAAAAAuY/MsNfyII30qM/s72-c/DSC00885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-1021612802179218378</id><published>2008-11-03T08:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:02:41.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Travel: Shopping, shopping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times for me to travel again after 'stop' for a month.......and, you know what, the feeling is just so different, indeed, I seem to miss my frequent travelling....ha,ha...when I travel too extensive, I just feel so tired, but, then, when I don't travel that frequent, now, I start to miss travelling. &lt;strong&gt;Human is always Human....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, if ask me to choose between travel or stay at home with my kids, I still firm with my answer: Stay at home with my kids!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time, it is slightly different mainly because I got companion to travel with me - my colleague and to Bangkok!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, I can shopping esp at night......mmm, I really do miss Bangkok, my favourite dessert: Water chestnut with cempadak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This morning, Jona told me: &lt;strong&gt;"Momi, you go Bangkok, remember buy for me Transformer sticker okie?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, for little Iz, &lt;strong&gt;"Momi, you go today, when you coming back?" "Coming back faster ok?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SQ5NaPH0yzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/64w-DQFnJjI/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264230127573977906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SQ5NaPH0yzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/64w-DQFnJjI/s200/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-1021612802179218378?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1021612802179218378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=1021612802179218378' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1021612802179218378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1021612802179218378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/11/travel-shopping-shopping.html' title='Travel: Shopping, shopping...'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SQ5NaPH0yzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/64w-DQFnJjI/s72-c/DSC00804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-7060152771894923420</id><published>2008-10-30T12:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:37:14.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Mr.Cheeky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheeky boy, cheeky boy ~ that's the nickname we called Iz nowadays instead of 'Dustbin collector'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He just being so cheeky but yet, so caring esp toward his soft toy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(**slap my forehead**). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, he even tell me and my mom, to be quiet as his DOG is sleeping, and must talk softly!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, I do remember that I read from some articles saying, if the boy love soft toys, meaning, he is not 'feminine' instead in future, he will be a family man or caring gentleman....True or not?? Ha,ha....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SQk47nT2QFI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Ny6McBqbt2Y/s1600-h/251020081327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262800236374802514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SQk47nT2QFI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Ny6McBqbt2Y/s200/251020081327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, while I was so busy managing my mom and Jona last weekend (due to diarrhea + vomiting), don't know where he get my sunglasses and wear it without my knowledge....and, &lt;strong&gt;Ta Ta, Ta....&lt;/strong&gt;my sis took some of the photos and show to me, telling me &lt;strong&gt;"This is your cheeky boy ar!!" "See so handsome ler, so bergaya some more with milk bottle!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262800231306496626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SQk47UbeCnI/AAAAAAAAAuA/qVvMEUkopqc/s200/251020081326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+++ He so good in talking.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This morning, he talk to my mom:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iz: &lt;strong&gt;Grandma, you don't make milk milk for me ok?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GM: Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iz: &lt;strong&gt;You old already&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GM: Old still can mix milk mah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iz: &lt;strong&gt;Cannot, cannot, you don't know how to make 'NEW' nen nen for me. I want 'NEW' nen nen..I want Momi make NEW nen nen for me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One night on the way to do some marketing for grocery(inside the car):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jona: Grandma old already, can go heaven (all these while, we tell the kids that when we all get old one day, die, will go heaven)....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iz: &lt;strong&gt;Grandma, Grandma, you go heaven. Remember to bring back to me a lot, lot of GOLF BALL, okie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say, should I send to 'Reader Digest' or 'Funniest TV Show'? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-7060152771894923420?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7060152771894923420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=7060152771894923420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7060152771894923420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7060152771894923420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/10/mrcheeky.html' title='Mr.Cheeky'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SQk47nT2QFI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Ny6McBqbt2Y/s72-c/251020081327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-3344029932141226456</id><published>2008-10-28T08:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:20:23.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>That's why I want to have at least 2 kids!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is really quite a lonely world if a child is the only boy/girl to their parent. I have a colleague who is the only daughter to her parent, and she told me that she really feel so lonely as no one to talk too, as well as all her attitude/the way she dress/etc, is influence from her friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geeee.....and, I can see that reflect on my 2 boy boy....he,he...whenever they are together, I bet my house is upside down, and all those screaming either coming from me of scolding them, or from themselves, while playing happily for 5 mins, and fighting for another 5 mins.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SQZokk0F0oI/AAAAAAAAAt4/_efmJBbINwY/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262008192195744386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SQZokk0F0oI/AAAAAAAAAt4/_efmJBbINwY/s200/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, especially, when I sent Jona to his enrichment classes, and while awaiting for Jona to finish it, it is only left me and Iz alone.....and trust me, Iz really behave so well, till I myself couldn't believe it!!! Iz can let me order Maggi goreng and eat peacefully all by myself without interupted me at all and while eating, I can even send my car for car washing.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SQZokcdQHbI/AAAAAAAAAtw/tnKZrGbjz6g/s1600-h/DSC00840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262008189952466354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SQZokcdQHbI/AAAAAAAAAtw/tnKZrGbjz6g/s200/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine, he just play by himself, or eat his own snack......Same goes for Jona, when Iz is not around, he just behave so well, and it is really so easy for me to do my weekly marketing as well....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, but, when 1 + 1 = 2 are together, I just dont' know why, it become so difficult to manage them. Iz become so cranky, and Jona become so naughty. It make me behave like crazy woman scolding or warning them, not to do this and that....Does this apply to your kids as well?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, one thing that make me no regret of having my 2 princes is, no matter how, having them, really make &lt;strong&gt;my life so meaningful, happier and cheerful&lt;/strong&gt;(I don't mind at all when my neighbours complain that my house is so noisy or whatever)......Otherwise, the house will be so empty and quiet hor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-3344029932141226456?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3344029932141226456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=3344029932141226456' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3344029932141226456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3344029932141226456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/10/thats-why-i-want-to-have-at-least-2.html' title='That&apos;s why I want to have at least 2 kids!!'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SQZokk0F0oI/AAAAAAAAAt4/_efmJBbINwY/s72-c/DSC00841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-3753132215919188905</id><published>2008-10-22T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:48:53.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>How clean is your house water??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been thinking whether I should go ahead with my intention of purchasing 'Alkaline &lt;strong&gt;Water Filter System'&lt;/strong&gt; for my family usage or just hold on to it. As you know, the water quality nowadays, is really not healthy at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these while, I have install BacFree Water Filter System at my home(indoor) and outdoor is another brand, and nowadays, anyhow, don't think it is that safe anymore....ha,ha...call me 'kiasu' mom or whatever.....Recently, I did read some article telling me that our body is having too much of acidic due to our food intake, etc....and it need to be balance off, and the best environment if wanted to keep the illness/disease away is to have alkaline environment in our body - that's drink alkaline water on daily basic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, Dadi call a promoter to come to my house recently to demonstrate it to me or in another word, to convince me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See the result:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SP7oqgG9QkI/AAAAAAAAAtg/pwSk1hnIiIQ/s1600-h/DSC008051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259897231686582850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SP7oqgG9QkI/AAAAAAAAAtg/pwSk1hnIiIQ/s200/DSC008051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is the water came directly from the tap. The yellowish mean that the water contain too high of chlorine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SP7oq4uZh-I/AAAAAAAAAto/8UkoOBJ5uuI/s1600-h/DSC008061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259897238294464482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SP7oq4uZh-I/AAAAAAAAAto/8UkoOBJ5uuI/s200/DSC008061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is from the alkaline filter system. Can see the water so transparent, and the pH is set at 8.5 ~ 9.0.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So tempted to place the order immediately, but, at the moment, is confuse of whether to go for high end: Marvello which will cost me around RM 3.2K or just have the low end brand, Descano which cost me only RM 900..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any comments which is better huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-3753132215919188905?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3753132215919188905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=3753132215919188905' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3753132215919188905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3753132215919188905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-clean-is-your-house-water.html' title='How clean is your house water??'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SP7oqgG9QkI/AAAAAAAAAtg/pwSk1hnIiIQ/s72-c/DSC008051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-5213778625190635452</id><published>2008-10-17T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:02:16.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Admitted Hospital - Again??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why, but, it seem that my kids are so prone to be admitted to hospital, which of course, I bet non of parents love their kids being admitted, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, this time, it is Iz, my lil darling turn. It all happens so quick and fast, and I really can't think well as well......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all started on Sat evening, when Iz suddenly got fever, and every 4 hours, need to be given medication, till Sunday evening, around 5pm, suddenly, his temperature shoot up to 40 something, and the worst part, he got Febrile Fit!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, I really panic as I didn't prepare for it and never know how to handle this kind of situation...after giving some suppository to Iz, immediately I bring Iz to go see child specialist(Dr.Ting - first time seeing him as Iz usual child specialist is not open on Sunday evening). Worst of all, this child specialist is really &lt;strong&gt;'BLOOD SUCKING'&lt;/strong&gt;.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine, I'm worried and panic of Iz situation, he didn't help to ease my worry instead 'threaten' me that if Iz is not admitted, if happen another round of high fever and fit, it might damage Iz brain even more. He didn't even checked on Iz, and immediately insert drip and ask me to wait outside his clinic room to wait for him to see other patients and after 1 hour, 'slap' me with RM 300 fee!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SPg26VIFbdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/iv0WDeFZfJ8/s1600-h/DSC00866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258012940686421458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SPg26VIFbdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/iv0WDeFZfJ8/s200/DSC00866.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sleep well after medication and drip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me, as long as Iz is ok and fine, I really have no problem of admitting him for further monitoring, but, not with that kind of attitude from child specialist - without proper check and some explanation!!! I'm just wonder, where goes his medical ettique of treating patient with care!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SPg27OnNfzI/AAAAAAAAAtY/olk5mLT-LuU/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258012956117794610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SPg27OnNfzI/AAAAAAAAAtY/olk5mLT-LuU/s200/DSC00880.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some of Iz's favorite toys to entertain him - Thomas &amp;amp; Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even staying in hospital, doesn't bring me satisfaction as well. Admitted on Sunday night, and when he came to see me around 10pm (bear in mind the time), he show me all the blood tests - to confirm that Iz has no problem at all......no deficit in blood glucose, no lack of calcium, etc....which might cause febrile fit and can't give me good excuse of why Iz got febrile fit(even myself know what is the reason).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, on Monday morning, Iz is back to normal - happy and active and complaining that he want to go home and play with kor kor....when I ask Dr.Ting, he unhappily told me, he prefer to monitor Iz for 24 hour before give him OK sign to go home, and add some 'sarcastic' comment: &lt;strong&gt;"If he is fit to go home, I will definitely let him go home. I won't even force him to stay extra longer here at all"&lt;/strong&gt; and left!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SPg26pv9uZI/AAAAAAAAAtI/0Q6hROYTu2k/s1600-h/DSC00872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258012946222397842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SPg26pv9uZI/AAAAAAAAAtI/0Q6hROYTu2k/s200/DSC00872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Insert the needle for drip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine, how rude of him acting as child specialist..And, on Monday night, when he came visit, , he came around 10.30pm!!! And, Iz and myself already fall asleep. When he came in, he say &lt;strong&gt;"So fast asleep already?"&lt;/strong&gt; Like no so happy tone of not waiting for him. I like, 'Huh, Hallo? What is the time already? Even my next door patient also fall asleep, imagine me taking care of cranking Iz.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I asked Dr.Ting again, whether Iz can go home the next day (Tuesday), guess what he reply, &lt;strong&gt;"I prefer to let Iz stay for another one more day to monitor him again".......&lt;/strong&gt;And, when he see my unhappiness, immediately he add on &lt;strong&gt;"Tomorrow morning, we just see how"&lt;/strong&gt; and left again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;On Tuesday morning, I packed all Iz stuff and waiting to be discharge, and when he came, he really not happy and saying &lt;strong&gt;"I really have no reason to hold him back if you really want to be discharge"........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SPg267j41-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Nv__RplbEMI/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258012951003584482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SPg267j41-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Nv__RplbEMI/s200/DSC00879.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See, how cheerful Iz is....it really melt my heart to see he has to suffer this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luckily, now, Iz is well and ok, except the body is still weak......I tell myself that I really won't go back to this child specialist anymore no matter how......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-5213778625190635452?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5213778625190635452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=5213778625190635452' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5213778625190635452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5213778625190635452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/10/admitted-hospital-again.html' title='Admitted Hospital - Again??!!'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SPg26VIFbdI/AAAAAAAAAtA/iv0WDeFZfJ8/s72-c/DSC00866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-2581834406941625050</id><published>2008-10-10T13:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:43:29.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Goodies from US!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grandma went to US recently for almost 3 weeks with my bro and sis-in-law. She bought a lot of pressie for us, like &lt;strong&gt;'no need money to buy'&lt;/strong&gt;....ha,ha...of course, I'm so happy, as well as my kids.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, both boys immediately wear some of their t-shirts and pose the photo for their uncle to see....It is from Disneyland. There are a lot of other goodies, which I really have no time to take pictures of it, as my sons just grab it and say&lt;strong&gt; "This is Grandma buy for me one!!"&lt;/strong&gt; and run away. And, now and then, when they watch Disneyland promotion in Astro, they will shouted &lt;strong&gt;"Mommy, I want to go Disneyland. Bring me there, ok?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255395411787559442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SO7qSGHQshI/AAAAAAAAAsw/5dKOs0o_-AU/s200/DSC00859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, one thing, which I love most is this.....taddaaaaaa......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SO7qgZQ2GEI/AAAAAAAAAs4/fuY-mjGult4/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255395657446201410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SO7qgZQ2GEI/AAAAAAAAAs4/fuY-mjGult4/s200/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A COACH bag!!! Nice or not? It is really so cheap in US. She bought 5 pieces only, and now, she is a bit regret of not 'buying' more as she scared my bro will shake his head. The price range from US 50 - US 130. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She did buy some HardRock jacket for around US100, DKNY for US20, few Ralph Lauren Polo shirts for hubby around US 39.99. Cheap bor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Previously, I really hate going US(due to long hour flight), even no matter how my boss persuade me. He,he...now, at least, with my mom comments, and the way she buy goodies, I really tempted to go US myself one day.....ha,ha&lt;strong&gt;....."A boss, can let me go now ar?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-2581834406941625050?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2581834406941625050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=2581834406941625050' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2581834406941625050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2581834406941625050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodies-from-us.html' title='Goodies from US!!'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SO7qSGHQshI/AAAAAAAAAsw/5dKOs0o_-AU/s72-c/DSC00859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-8992807418759721278</id><published>2008-10-07T13:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:12:05.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>'6 + 9' = LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you hear of this simple calculation before? It is so simple &amp;amp; easy!! I learn this from lil Iz. He teach me this......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOrvTxXnnBI/AAAAAAAAAsY/DxufeJyZV7Q/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254275038230060050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOrvTxXnnBI/AAAAAAAAAsY/DxufeJyZV7Q/s200/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While we waiting for Jona to finish his music class, Iz found this 2 alphabets near the toy basket. First, he show me number 6 and ask me to read it, then, he show me number 9. And, suddenly, he told me &lt;strong&gt;" Momi, see, a heart shape"&lt;/strong&gt; with a proud smile......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOrvUNkSXwI/AAAAAAAAAsg/TFtgmeWD8eY/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254275045799386882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOrvUNkSXwI/AAAAAAAAAsg/TFtgmeWD8eY/s200/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wow" is my expression as I didn't imagine Iz could be so creative or so loving......I guess he try to tell me - He &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; me. How sweet of him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Sometimes I just really underestimate my sons capabilities or creativeness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-8992807418759721278?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8992807418759721278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=8992807418759721278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8992807418759721278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8992807418759721278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/10/6-9-love.html' title='&apos;6 + 9&apos; = LOVE'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOrvTxXnnBI/AAAAAAAAAsY/DxufeJyZV7Q/s72-c/DSC00825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-9211560427328351853</id><published>2008-10-06T08:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:11:32.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday, little Isaac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday, in my house, my 2 boys will be keep asking me, &lt;strong&gt;"Momi, today, who birthday first?"&lt;/strong&gt; And, I have to tell them that by month, it should be &lt;strong&gt;'Grandma on January, Daddy on April, Jonathan on July, Isaac on Oct and Mommy on Dec!!".......&lt;/strong&gt;and it will end with screaming of happiness - yeah if one of their birthday is approaching!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOlkdxYNE1I/AAAAAAAAAsA/PdLtrMs2_xA/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253840902938235730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOlkdxYNE1I/AAAAAAAAAsA/PdLtrMs2_xA/s200/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, before Isaac birthday on &lt;strong&gt;3rd Oct&lt;/strong&gt; (last Friday), he has been counting the day when he will blow the candles and practise singing birthday song every day......He even told me that he is 'pretending' of holding the knife and stand in front of the fridge (since his cake is inside the fridge) - sing happy birthday song to himself (in English and Mandarin), then, blow and cut the cake (all in pretending)!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, not to dissapointing him, I have bought a 1 kg cake for him(since cupcakes is 'on holiday due to Hari Raya' as well as prepare some healthy snack for his party bag - which make him so proud and happy (as told by his teacher)......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOlkeOZeLPI/AAAAAAAAAsI/_BgwJIPDzGQ/s1600-h/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253840910728178930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOlkeOZeLPI/AAAAAAAAAsI/_BgwJIPDzGQ/s200/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;So, end up, he has 2 celebrations, 2 birthday cakes: one with classmate &amp;amp; teachers and another one with our family.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;And, once his BIG day is over, both of them, just keep quiet and didn't ask me anymore, who birthday next?? Mmmmm.....so materialistic lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy boy, you indeed grow up so fast,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That, even Momi or Dadi just couldn't let go of you (still treating you as our BABY),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You always being mature than your actual age,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So humble, caring, loving and cheeky.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dadi, Momi and Kor kor wishing you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Isaac Noel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And, hoping you are happy and cheerful in your BIG day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With lot of smiles and laughters......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOlkp0-9z6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/0Hrbq_cBzyQ/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253841110064549794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOlkp0-9z6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/0Hrbq_cBzyQ/s200/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-9211560427328351853?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/9211560427328351853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=9211560427328351853' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/9211560427328351853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/9211560427328351853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-3rd-birthday-little-isaac.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday, little Isaac'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOlkdxYNE1I/AAAAAAAAAsA/PdLtrMs2_xA/s72-c/DSC00845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-1644124114942517903</id><published>2008-09-30T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:32:06.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dadi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>When Dadi being put in charge..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently, when I'm on my usual biz trip to Taiwan, of course, Dadi being put in charge to manage his 2 lil princes....And, know what happen......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what happens:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I go fetch my sons as usual from daycare immediately after I reached home, Iz greet me happily and running toward to me, of course, one hand keep pulling his 'pant' and another hand keep waving to me.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, the daycare teacher, just told me this "Today, Iz's pant is a bit loose, that's why this WHOLE afternoon, he has been keep pulling his pant on and off while he play or doing thing".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOG5p0j8_-I/AAAAAAAAAr4/81UL_YCvNiY/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251682768625926114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOG5p0j8_-I/AAAAAAAAAr4/81UL_YCvNiY/s200/DSC00807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Initially, I didn't realise anything wrong and telling her - teacher Jenny that maybe, Dadi didn't realise it. BUT, when I see Jona, I know what is wrong....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dadi, accidentally, put wrong pant into both boys daycare bag and the daycare teachers didn't even bother to double check about it. End up: &lt;strong&gt;Jona wearing Iz tight pant, and Iz wearing Jona loose pant.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiyoohh....if only daycare teacher pay extra attention to my boys and if only Dadi would pay extra effort in making sure the pant being put correctly in each daycare bag......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the consenquence of when Dadi being in charge for just a day!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-1644124114942517903?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1644124114942517903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=1644124114942517903' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1644124114942517903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1644124114942517903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-dadi-being-put-in-charge.html' title='When Dadi being put in charge..........'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SOG5p0j8_-I/AAAAAAAAAr4/81UL_YCvNiY/s72-c/DSC00807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-8198963585998516018</id><published>2008-09-22T13:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:28:17.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Night Story Teller.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday night, don't know for whatever reasons, Iz just doesn't feel sleepy and wont' sleep at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Upon Jona request, yesterday we slept at 10pm, as he want to finish watch his cartoon...and after change into pyjamas and switch off the light, and saying our GOOD NIGHT to each others, this lil OWL start his 'story teller' by himself.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Momi, why just now, you so strong one? Can climb the gate, and open the gate, huh?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Momi reply: &lt;em&gt;"Because no electricity and Momi forgot to bring that gate key lor....Ok, now, go to sleep liao"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Momi, just now ar, in sunday school, I no more crying, and teacher teaches me to sing - Old MacDonald has a farm, The Noah got the boat boat"....&lt;/em&gt;keep repeating sing it, and then, ask Jona to sing along when he forgot, the last phrases...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Momi: &lt;em&gt;"Iz, please zip your mouth and sleep liao"...."Tomorrow, morning, has to wake up early as Momi need to send you 2 go to school first before rush to go to work".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;By that time, it is already &lt;strong&gt;10.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Momi, just now kor kor eat pizza, and didn't wash his hands and touch my face. So dirty and I cried lor"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Momi: &lt;em&gt;"Ok, Jona, next time, cannot do like that anymore, ok?" "Ok, now, go to sleep liao"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Momi, we haven't say our night prayer yet?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Momi: &lt;em&gt;"Ooppss, ok, after say our prayer, as usual, must sleep already, ok?" "Dear Lord,...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Iz:&lt;em&gt; "Momi, no no, no this one"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Momi:&lt;em&gt; Then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Iz: &lt;em&gt;"Must use my teacher one, the new one ar..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Momi: &lt;em&gt;"Ok, then, you say the prayer and we follow"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Iz:&lt;em&gt; "Aaa..but, I cannot remember wor" .....laughing softly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Momi: &lt;em&gt;"Then, go to sleep liao" "Momi so tired liao"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;It is &lt;strong&gt;10.45pm.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Momi, tomorrow, you buy for me, ne, the long long and thin stick one ar"..."What it call ar?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Momi: &lt;em&gt;Think, think......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Iz: &lt;em&gt;"Ne, the one you buy for me, when we go shopping ar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Momi:&lt;em&gt; Ooo...Rocky stick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Iz: &lt;em&gt;"Yes, yes, I want the rocky stick...it is so nice one. I want to eat it. I can finish it one. I want you buy 2, 2 for me, and 1 for kor kor"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Momi: &lt;em&gt;OK, but, you must go and sleep now......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Iz:&lt;em&gt; "You must buy for me tomorrow, ok?" "I wan to eat it again"...."Very nice, what it called ar?" "Also, buy for me the balloon ok?" "So long, I didn't play the bubble anymore lor..." "I miss it"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Momi:&lt;em&gt; Iz, please go to sleep now. Kor kor is asleep already. If you go to sleep now, tomorrow I will buy you Rocky stick and bubble, okie?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Iz:&lt;em&gt; "I want the Rocky stick, the strawberry one." Very nice...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;By that time, it is already &lt;strong&gt;11.15pm&lt;/strong&gt;, and I really don't know what time he felt asleep, as I just couldn't hold longer to chit chat with him, and doze off myself. And, when I woke up around 11.40pm, lil OWL is already fast asleep......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SNcsircTB2I/AAAAAAAAArw/QaNjSo-mLrA/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248712865012189026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SNcsircTB2I/AAAAAAAAArw/QaNjSo-mLrA/s200/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;And, see....how peaceful he sleep, like in good dream hor? Maybe, is thinking of eating his Rocky strawberry stick....he,he...and even has a good mood to greet me while I washing my face with his cheeky face and wanting to pee pee this morning(&lt;em&gt;1st time: no pee pee on his diaper - hasn't plan to start him diaperless yet, as he still has plenty of stock to clear!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-8198963585998516018?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8198963585998516018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=8198963585998516018' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8198963585998516018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8198963585998516018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-story-teller.html' title='Night Story Teller.....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SNcsircTB2I/AAAAAAAAArw/QaNjSo-mLrA/s72-c/DSC00827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-8889148345601026769</id><published>2008-09-15T08:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:26:25.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PlayTime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>"Live" Show.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My 2 princes always like to come out with some funny or creative games by themselves....not too sure whether they are too boring or just because their brain is full of creativeness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, when Dadi just back from outsation, suddenly Jona overturn his IKea square table, reasoning to do a stage for his 'show'. And, grab few toys from his playroom......I really have no idea why he know how to fully utilise the stuff around him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SM3HlHJ2WyI/AAAAAAAAAro/3zz1x8Jf_yw/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246068581345942306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SM3HlHJ2WyI/AAAAAAAAAro/3zz1x8Jf_yw/s200/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;".....one day, a fish come and swim swim, suddenly see teddy bear......and, fish go and kiss kiss bear....THE END....Thank You"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, of course, Iz will definitely want to follow his kor kor action, so, he also go and grab few teddy bears and perform his 'show' too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SM3Hk8r0vII/AAAAAAAAArg/XwPts5O8_CY/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246068578535652482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SM3Hk8r0vII/AAAAAAAAArg/XwPts5O8_CY/s200/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;".....ar, ar.....this teddy go walk walk...and....bang teddy bear, and...and go market...and, see wolf come, and scare and faster go home and fight fight wolf....THE END...Thank You"..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is really heart warming to see both of their performance....Each one got their own skill....The most obvious thing is, when they see Dadi back home, they feel so happy, and wanted to play with Dadi.....so, and then, they need to be creative to 'attract' Dadi to pay attention to them rather than, keeping talking to Momi non stop.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-8889148345601026769?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8889148345601026769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=8889148345601026769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8889148345601026769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8889148345601026769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/09/live-show.html' title='&quot;Live&quot; Show.....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SM3HlHJ2WyI/AAAAAAAAAro/3zz1x8Jf_yw/s72-c/DSC00814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-7393369272327592976</id><published>2008-09-03T13:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:27:14.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Super Character Champion Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;For those of you, that you enroll your kid in Fungate Concept kindy, sure you know what is this about. If I'm not mistaken, it is conducted every quarter, as Jona has been on this reward chart for twice (April and July).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SL4fs_ZZ1qI/AAAAAAAAArQ/IVP7YgV-hDQ/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241661874098525858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SL4fs_ZZ1qI/AAAAAAAAArQ/IVP7YgV-hDQ/s200/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Of course, there are 'Pros' and 'Cons' about this reward chart for me. Good thing is, I can 'threaten' Jona that if he not behave well, I won't colour his honey pot and he need to behave well. But, of course, I don't think I would like to use this kind of reward to change my son character just because of wanting the gift at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;But, one thing for sure, no matter how I 'threaten' him using this honey pot to tidy up his toys or etc, he just won't do it, and at the end, he just never get his honey pot to be colour for tidy up the room/toy/etc, which he doesn't mind at all!! Next time, if Iz got this kind of reward chart, I bet his honey pot will be colour for tidying stuff as he always did it now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Cons about this rewarding chart are, I have to monitor and do the marking of things that he does and doesn't, which is not really easy at all to judge. And, have to submit it on every Monday of the week, and if I forgot, teacher will complain saying Jona is still not capable of passing the message back to parent (which it is not his fault at all!!) ~ blame to his momi for being forgetful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;See, what Jona get this time? I guess maybe, Jona able to score highest mark for this reward chart, that is why he got reward as &lt;strong&gt;'Super Character Champion Award'&lt;/strong&gt;, and a small gift which everyone has it too - a small paper clipper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SL4fsVNk-AI/AAAAAAAAArI/fGl8Qbd4_SI/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241661862774634498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SL4fsVNk-AI/AAAAAAAAArI/fGl8Qbd4_SI/s200/DSC00807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SL4ftJO8ytI/AAAAAAAAArY/2A2HMdQQQ8s/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241661876739033810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SL4ftJO8ytI/AAAAAAAAArY/2A2HMdQQQ8s/s200/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Jona just super duper happy about it. Can't wait till back home and show it to me and even report to me what happen: "&lt;strong&gt;Momi, see, I got this award and the present for being good boy!!! Everyone also got it. Uncle Yuen called my name, and I stand up and go to front. Uncle Yuen give me and everyone clap their hands. Then, other people turn. I being the first one"&lt;/strong&gt; and end with a cheeky smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;It is just so easy to make a kid happy and motivated........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-7393369272327592976?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7393369272327592976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=7393369272327592976' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7393369272327592976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/7393369272327592976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/09/super-character-champion-award.html' title='Super Character Champion Award'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SL4fs_ZZ1qI/AAAAAAAAArQ/IVP7YgV-hDQ/s72-c/DSC00809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-1280529222004951508</id><published>2008-08-29T09:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:38:26.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>'DR' or 'NEW' milk milk.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;As you all know, initially I have problem of 'weaning' Iz from his night time milk milk, but, you know what, after taking all your advices, I manage successfully wean Iz off from his addiction!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;How I did it? Simple......All these while, Iz drink soya milk powder + goat milk in his nanny house and back home, he drink his normal favourite milk. And, especially, when he is sick - cough, his whole day milk will be purely soya milk to reduce his phelgm as well as puke. It is really effective method for Iz or Jona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SLdSxS_0SCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/1cSETMekaJ4/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239747698335434786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SLdSxS_0SCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/1cSETMekaJ4/s200/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;And, funny thing is, even I don't know why Iz label soya milk as Dr milk and his Bebelac milk as NEW milk milk.......so smart....maybe, because when he sick, automatic all his milk intake is switch to soya milk till his recover and initially, he is taking Progress Wyeth milk instead of Bebelac, and that's why he called Bebelac as NEW milk milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SLdS5ClM1bI/AAAAAAAAArA/1KPfs9tV-R8/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239747831367783858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SLdS5ClM1bI/AAAAAAAAArA/1KPfs9tV-R8/s200/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;So, when he ask for his night milk milk, what I did is, mix soya milk powder for him. And, once he drink it, he will cry and said &lt;strong&gt;"I don't want Dr milk milk.......I want my NEW milk milk"&lt;/strong&gt; and he just return it back to me without want to drink anymore (even tho it is a waste for several night, but worth it lor!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;And, sometimes, he will ask me, &lt;strong&gt;"Momi, why you give me Dr milk milk and not my NEW milk milk. I want my NEW milk milk....I don't want DR milk milk, it is not nice".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Momi, in morning time, you give me my NEW milk milk okie?"....and continue to sleep back when I agree. It has been almost 2 weeks that he didnt' wake up at night and ask for his milk milk anymore.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Fhuiiiiyoo....finally, I though I can have good night sleep but, then,.....time to train him to be diaperless.....see my coming post about it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/22072150-1280529222004951508?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1280529222004951508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=1280529222004951508' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1280529222004951508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1280529222004951508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/08/dr-or-new-milk-milk.html' title='&apos;DR&apos; or &apos;NEW&apos; milk milk.....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SLdSxS_0SCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/1cSETMekaJ4/s72-c/DSC00844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-1742832965661083931</id><published>2008-08-21T13:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:55:15.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>When Grandma is not around.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It has been a week already that my mom went for a vacation in HK with my youngest sis. And, I guess, both my kids are used to it already that from time to time, grandma will be away either for vacation or helping my another sis looking after her baby as well as looking after the maid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When mom is not around, I'm return back as 'pitiful' Cinderella (when she hasn't meet her prince charming). I have to wake up earlier around 6am, to prepare my kids stuff - daycare bag, milk bottle, towel, clothes, uniform, etc....and if the night before, I didn't washed their milk bottle then, I have to do it in early morning. Or put our laundry into washing machine or put into dryer, etc.....the tasks just can't finished at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life without my mom or any helper is not fun at all, but, like my kids, I get used to it already. Of course, if I have a helper, it really ease my burden and I can relax myself a bit(as an extra bonus).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SK0C4y42cWI/AAAAAAAAAqw/1A-LV6dHRRA/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236845116457906530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SK0C4y42cWI/AAAAAAAAAqw/1A-LV6dHRRA/s200/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night, as I busy preparing some simple dishes for our dinner, this is what my kids are doing. It is so quiet (from the kitchen), and I thought what they are doing?? Ha,ha...watching television in good manner......and, give Momi a peace of mind to do my cooking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SK0C4Rnp1DI/AAAAAAAAAqg/5BqEqONbwBk/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236845107527406642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SK0C4Rnp1DI/AAAAAAAAAqg/5BqEqONbwBk/s200/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, the outcome: Simple fried veggies (cabbage + carrot), and steam fish (Iz and Dadi favourite).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SK0C4nLVo0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/EZQabnLc-bQ/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236845113314222914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SK0C4nLVo0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/EZQabnLc-bQ/s200/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can say, when kids grow up, it is really getting easier to babysit them compare to when they are young. Don't you agree with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-1742832965661083931?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1742832965661083931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=1742832965661083931' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1742832965661083931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1742832965661083931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-grandma-is-not-around.html' title='When Grandma is not around.......'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SK0C4y42cWI/AAAAAAAAAqw/1A-LV6dHRRA/s72-c/DSC00825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-3052924883111397839</id><published>2008-08-20T09:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:26:08.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Separation Anxiety - Nanny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is the 3rd day Iz went to daycare with Jona. And, today is the most happiest moment for his Dadi and Momi. Know why? Because Iz is no longer crying for his auntie(his babysitter) anymore, meaning he know that he need to go to daycare with his kor kor already.....too bad, Dadi didnt' capture &lt;strong&gt;the moment of Iz holding his kor kor hands and walk together into their kindy!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking back, it is indeed really a hard and sad moment for Iz to 'separate' from his auntie. From the way he talked and acted, etc, can see that he really appreciate the effort and care that his auntie has poured on him since he is 2 mths old baby.......can see how deep the auntie and uncle has '&lt;strong&gt;love'&lt;/strong&gt; him unconditionally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Wake up, already show his sour face. And, especially, when I changed him, he ask me this questions:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz: Momi, today I go where?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momi: To daycare with Kor Kor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz: But, I want to go to my auntie house (with a sad tone).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momi: mmmm...cannot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz: Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momi: Because auntie not around. She went back hometown, seeing gong gong (lying to him).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz:&lt;/strong&gt; Start crying and said:&lt;strong&gt; But, I want my auntie.....I want to see Eng eng and Xi Ying. Why Auntie don't want me ar?&lt;/strong&gt; (another 2 lil girls that auntie is looking after)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, speechless and just able to hug him tight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2:&lt;/strong&gt; I went to work and let Dadi turn to manage Iz. Wake up, Iz already started crying and keep saying &lt;strong&gt;"I want my auntie" "I want my auntie"&lt;/strong&gt; repeating for several times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once arrived at kindy, Iz locked the car door, not wanting to go out, and Dadi has to comfort him. Then, when out, hug Dadi like Koala, so tight and won't let go......Reached inside the kindy, Uncle Yen take over, and Iz start crying so loud and keep shouting "&lt;strong&gt;I want my auntie" "I want my auntie" "I want to go with uncle for yum chai!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, whole day, Dadi and myself feel so bad and helpless. We did discussed of might sending Iz back to his auntie house if his condition is not improving. We don't want him to feel so sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, this morning, miracle happen. &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt; might hear my prayer. Iz so happy and even manage to finish his milk without needing to use 'syringe'..... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Can really see that Iz &lt;strong&gt;'love' &lt;/strong&gt;his auntie so much, and no doubt the auntie also &lt;strong&gt;MISS&lt;/strong&gt; Iz so much by keep calling to get her update on Iz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SKtyaYv3lpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/1aOcd4Vsb6o/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236404789393725074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SKtyaYv3lpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/1aOcd4Vsb6o/s200/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Not forgetting, Momi has more 'work' to do + pity my 2 boys has to bring 1 school bag + 1 daycare bag(each one) to go to school from next week onward. Sleeping bag need to bring on first day of the week and bring back home on last day of the week to be washed :O..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-3052924883111397839?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3052924883111397839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=3052924883111397839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3052924883111397839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3052924883111397839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/08/separation-anxiety-nanny.html' title='Separation Anxiety - Nanny'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SKtyaYv3lpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/1aOcd4Vsb6o/s72-c/DSC00820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-3220778208010145703</id><published>2008-08-13T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:58:37.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Digital Photo Frame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SKKE6CxNlFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/WjXZyS_Vq5I/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233891849668498514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SKKE6CxNlFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/WjXZyS_Vq5I/s200/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have aim to buy Digital Photo Frame for some times already, and finally, I got it!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bro got to know that I'm eyeing on this type of technology and since he got 1 as a wedding gift from his friend and not using it at all....he just give it to me.....ha,ha...thanks lor, bro!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Otherwise, I almost end up asking my friend to buy one for me from US, which cost me around US 80 exclude tax.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, initially, I'm quite happy and excited to have this new technology in my house, but, later, realise that I need to plug it on power supply to see the photo. Meaning if I switch off the power, the photo will gone as well......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyhow, it is good, that I can put on my princes best and cute photo on it, and play it non stop when I feel of missing or wanted to see them....Ha,ha....might plan to get another one. One for Jona's photo from baby till today and another one for Iz from baby till today.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good idea hor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-3220778208010145703?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3220778208010145703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=3220778208010145703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3220778208010145703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3220778208010145703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/08/digital-photo-frame.html' title='Digital Photo Frame'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SKKE6CxNlFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/WjXZyS_Vq5I/s72-c/DSC00827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-1981285015690810191</id><published>2008-08-11T12:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:53:18.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Still wake up prepaing milk for my toddler.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember I did post this topic quite sometimes ago, that I'm happy that Iz has already stop asking for milk at night. Who know, immediately after I post this 'happy' post, within a week (immediately after I back from outstation), he is asking for night milk milk again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All thanks to my darling Dadi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Initially, Iz has stop drinking night milk milk when he is around 11 or 12 mths old. But, after a while, he fall sick and you know, when kid fall sick, they tend to lost some weight, and darling Dadi, pity on him, and at night (just purposely do it when I'm away - oversea business trip), he wake up and mix milk for Iz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, from that day onward, Iz just started asking for milk milk at night and there you go, &lt;strong&gt;Gone all my sweet dream!!&lt;/strong&gt; To make it worst, he only will ask for night milk milk, when his mommy is around, and when I was away, he dare not ask or never wake up at night asking his daddy or grandma to make milk milk for him!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(When I complain to Dadi, he will always say, "When you out, he can sleep till morning without asking milk milk lor......or, he will say "I want to make nen nen for him, but, then, when he ask, I can't hear lor....too deep sleep **slap my forehead**)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SJ_FkPfL2ZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ez08b7iW0QE/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233118518451100050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SJ_FkPfL2ZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ez08b7iW0QE/s200/DSC00803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, you say ler.....he &lt;strong&gt;'bully' &lt;/strong&gt;his mommy or &lt;strong&gt;'over sayang'&lt;/strong&gt; his mommy??! Sometimes, in one night, he can force me to wake up at least twice: 1am and 5 ~ 6am. If I asked him like "&lt;strong&gt;Can you finished the milk or not?"&lt;/strong&gt; And, when he finished the milk, he will say it half asleep, &lt;strong&gt;"Nah, you see, I can finished the milk one"&lt;/strong&gt;....and immediately pop back to sleep soundly till 7 plus. And, poor Momi, can't sleep back if it is around 6 plus, cause I have to wake up and prepare myself to go to work liao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I don't mix milk for him when he request it, he will keep asking asking in gentle way till I give in......He will pat pat me softly and say &lt;strong&gt;"Mommy, I want nen nen"....&lt;/strong&gt;and once he done with the milk, sometimes, he will immediately hug me to sleep like his bolster (something as token of appreciation to me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said, should I firm rejected his request to train him from having milk milk at night or I can still give in till he is a bit older? Do you have way to do it? I plan to train him to be diaperless soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-1981285015690810191?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1981285015690810191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=1981285015690810191' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1981285015690810191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1981285015690810191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-wake-up-prepaing-milk-for-my.html' title='Still wake up prepaing milk for my toddler.....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SJ_FkPfL2ZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/ez08b7iW0QE/s72-c/DSC00803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-4141794689456904286</id><published>2008-08-06T12:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:53:50.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>"Why I always got a lot of homeworks wan?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SJktOmlr_CI/AAAAAAAAAp4/U0_gzCvUC14/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231262171067579426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SJktOmlr_CI/AAAAAAAAAp4/U0_gzCvUC14/s200/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the question that Jona always pop out from his mouth when I asked him to finish his homework before he is allowed to play or watch tv. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Previously, he love to do his homework and either myself or my mom or his teacher never has problem of couching him to do his homework. But, I guess as he grow older, he start to get lazy in doing his homework. Early this year, he will finished his homework after some talking but, esp when Iz start schooling from 1st June 2008 together with him, obviously can see Jona just got 'demotivate' in finishing his homework.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why I always got a lot of homeworks wan?" "Why Iz don't have homework wan?" "Why everday I need to do my homework wan?"&lt;/strong&gt; And, more and more questions pop out while he so unwillingness to finish his homework. It seem he just feel so unhappy that he has to finish his homework while Iz happily playing around even though both attend same school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SJktWbqoWLI/AAAAAAAAAqA/qb8zYNiUJVE/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231262305574475954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SJktWbqoWLI/AAAAAAAAAqA/qb8zYNiUJVE/s200/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; At least, 4 - 6 homeworks daily!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Initially, I told him that Iz still young and just started schooling, so, no homework...and later, I informed him that soon, Iz also need to finish his homework when he is 4 yrs old.....and now, I have finish all my reasoning with Jona, as I don't know what answer to tell him anymore .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What came worst is: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He will do his homework but with him holding his pencil high up in the sky to write...imagine the outcome (??!!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly, maybe, GOD listen to my prayer, I find the solution indirectly......I bought Jona new bicycle on his recent birthday, and since then, every evening I will bring him and Iz riding their bicycle to playground, and I told him, if he finished his homework before I came back home, then, immediately we can go playground riding his bicycle....and it works except the handwritting part!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is really not easy to couch kids to do their homework, and I bet I will face even more challenger when Jona enter primary 1, as I'm a 'bananawoman' and when Iz start to have homework from next year onward as he hate doing colouring except create 'disturbance'.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-4141794689456904286?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4141794689456904286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=4141794689456904286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4141794689456904286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4141794689456904286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-i-always-got-lot-of-homeworks-wan.html' title='&quot;Why I always got a lot of homeworks wan?&quot;'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SJktOmlr_CI/AAAAAAAAAp4/U0_gzCvUC14/s72-c/DSC00832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-3235195868628157099</id><published>2008-08-04T08:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:30:07.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Know the value of money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SJZNCbBEbzI/AAAAAAAAApw/_h_A_ZST8YU/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230452721244729138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SJZNCbBEbzI/AAAAAAAAApw/_h_A_ZST8YU/s200/DSC00803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 weeks ago, while I was busy doing some housechores, suddenly I heard this conversation between my 2 princes:-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz : Kor Kor, I want to eat ar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jona: You want?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iz nodded his head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jona: Ok, you give me hundred buck and I will give this to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz: But, I don't have ler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jona: Ask from anyone lar. No hundred buck, I don't give to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, Jona just ride his bicycle away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iz run to me and ask &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz: Mummy, you got money or not? Can give me money or not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momi: Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz: I want money.....&lt;/strong&gt;and his eyes seem got tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momi: Ok, Ok, ....&lt;/strong&gt;open my purse and give him RM 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz: Kor, Kor, I got money, nah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jona: Okie, nah, take it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, this little Iz grab the snack, and faster open it and eat (**fainted his mommy**). At another end, Jona just feel so happy, showing off the money that he got from Iz in exchange of his snack.....At the end, both feel proud and happy of themselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though Jona and Iz still don't really know the value of the money, but, I'm quite happy to see at least they know that if you want something, you need to pay for it and not just simply snatch or fight to have it.....still long way to learn for them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-3235195868628157099?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3235195868628157099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=3235195868628157099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3235195868628157099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3235195868628157099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/08/know-value-of-money.html' title='Know the value of money'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SJZNCbBEbzI/AAAAAAAAApw/_h_A_ZST8YU/s72-c/DSC00803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-4598638045896416982</id><published>2008-07-29T16:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:45:11.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbies'/><title type='text'>Cute, Cute Little Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even tho I'm old liao, but, I don't know why I still fancy a cute &amp;amp; small stuff......Last month, when I went to my youngest sis house in JB, I saw this cute board where she stick all her mini magnets on it - look so cute and nice!! And, without hesistant, she gave it to me (ha,ha..good, rather than she just simply throw this cute board on the floor next to her toilet door!!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SI7XLiXvgrI/AAAAAAAAApY/BzCvgv0M-gw/s1600-h/DSC008031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228352810628645554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SI7XLiXvgrI/AAAAAAAAApY/BzCvgv0M-gw/s200/DSC008031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;During my trip to Taiwan last week(Taiwan is always famous with their cute little thing beside Japan, of course), I manage to buy some mini mini magnets - small ladybirds (still got no chance to stick on the board yet, as my boys are still adores of it and can't depart from their ladybird insert).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SI7XVVgxxAI/AAAAAAAAApg/VJLyZ2pTzAY/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228352978975572994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SI7XVVgxxAI/AAAAAAAAApg/VJLyZ2pTzAY/s200/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also, I even manage to buy &lt;strong&gt;'Little Angels'&lt;/strong&gt; Decoration which I aim for so long already. See, the wheelmill of 12 little angels. Don't they look adorable and wonderful? Everytimes, I look at them, my heart just feel so peaceful and happy ~ guess I know that &lt;strong&gt;ANGEL&lt;/strong&gt; is watching at me and protecting me from whatsoever evil that will do me harm. Also, can't stop my itchy hands from buying another set of little angels sitting on the bench. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SI7XcudnTWI/AAAAAAAAApo/EZlCC3ZrF18/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228353105932275042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SI7XcudnTWI/AAAAAAAAApo/EZlCC3ZrF18/s200/DSC00807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My aim now is, I will try to search for little angel that has magnet at the back, so, I could stick them on my little board or on fridge. Even plan to purchase all set of little angels with their house for my mom.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wait little angels, I will come and bring you home"......&lt;/strong&gt;too bad, I don't have a girl, otherwise, sure I can pass this down to her right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-4598638045896416982?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4598638045896416982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=4598638045896416982' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4598638045896416982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4598638045896416982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/07/cute-cute-little-angels.html' title='Cute, Cute Little Angels'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SI7XLiXvgrI/AAAAAAAAApY/BzCvgv0M-gw/s72-c/DSC008031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-3176561579721997515</id><published>2008-07-27T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:38:07.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Travel: Taiwan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a horrible experience on this trip. On my way to Taipei last Thu, imagine, you paying so high price for the MAS airline and you are sweating inside their plane before depart. Previously, in my hubby old car, when the car is not moving, the air compressor or air con is not working, so I will feel extremely hot and warm - sometimes feel dizzy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, in MAS flight, it is the first time, I experience the same scenario. The aeroplane compressor is spoilt and imagine, you are stuck inside big AirBus with so many people and still waiting for some passengers to be on board!!! And, the pilot just apologise for the condition saying.......and when the plane start moving, the air con will back to normal". The flight is flying to Taipei and then, Los Angeles!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geee, I just wondering, where does the money goes to? Shouldn't the airline service their plane frequently?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, now, I might be stuck in Taipei due to their 'unexpected' typhoon.....Aiyooo, now, only I know, when I heard the new of Typhoon when I back home(from CNN channel), I don't really feel it and don't really know how serious the Typhoon can bring. But, now, since I stuck in Taipei and might not be able to go home tomorrow....I can feel the tense that Taipei people is facing now. The government has announced that tomorrow is declare public holiday due to Typhoon and it will get worst from tonight till tomorrow afternoon. They expected the typhoon to be strong typhoon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I really don't know what to do. I do miss my boys and, I need to call airline tomorrow to confirm and if not cancel, then, my flight might be delayed or I will be transfer to another airline or transit at some other countries!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just pray for me that I will be able to go home safely!! The typhoon is horrible and it really blow the cloud so fast.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SIx56qgexgI/AAAAAAAAApQ/jBKV4SiIlO8/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227687316220200450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SIx56qgexgI/AAAAAAAAApQ/jBKV4SiIlO8/s200/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&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/22072150-3176561579721997515?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3176561579721997515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=3176561579721997515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3176561579721997515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3176561579721997515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/07/travel-taiwan.html' title='Travel: Taiwan'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SIx56qgexgI/AAAAAAAAApQ/jBKV4SiIlO8/s72-c/DSC00265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-9114449882430631897</id><published>2008-07-23T08:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:58:57.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>HaPPy BirTHday, Jonathan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SIaCO7mtoyI/AAAAAAAAApI/DVBS_2lgI7o/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226007610639885090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SIaCO7mtoyI/AAAAAAAAApI/DVBS_2lgI7o/s200/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since Sunday morning, Iz has been busy with his birthday song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Happy Birthday to You"&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday to You"&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday to &lt;strong&gt;Jonathan&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday to You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......and he will pretend blowing the candles and clap his hands happily.....and the best part, now, he realise that it is his kor kor birthday and not him anymore....ease some of my worries, cause initially, he keep crying when I mention Kor kor birthday came first and him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we did the celebration twice - once on last Sunday (together with my other family member), and another one, is only for him and his classmate and Jona just feel so excited and happy about it. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jona is always Jona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - one gift and being his favourite one is more than enough. He won't take 2 even tho you ask him. So, when I bring him to Toy R' Us to choose his gift as I promise, guess what he take? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Dora story book!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That's all - so simple. And, grandma offer to buy extra gift for him, he just shook his head say &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Enough".....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"My dear boy, you have grow up so fast and just behave so well and being more caring and loving toward your brother....of course, you are getting fluent in 'talking back' to anyone. But, I guess it is just a phase of your life in managing your own character."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday, My dear Son!!! Momi still remember it clearly when I was pushed into OT to deliver you and you came to this world exactly at 10.45am on Wednesday!! This date will be forever remembered by momi. Seeing you grow healthy &amp;amp; happy, it is the best ever gift I could have.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SIaBfl1RJJI/AAAAAAAAAo4/CoNDZmqXy4I/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226006797341500562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SIaBfl1RJJI/AAAAAAAAAo4/CoNDZmqXy4I/s200/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SIaBzZdupcI/AAAAAAAAApA/W-vz9xZcwjo/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226007137618929090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SIaBzZdupcI/AAAAAAAAApA/W-vz9xZcwjo/s200/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, to fullfill Jona another wish, I have order a cupcakes as well as cookies(for his party bag) for his classmates...and the best part, when he see these cupcakes/cookies, he just open his mouth wide and excited, with, no sound at all.....then, he just smile silently......of course, Iz is the one who 'steal' his kor kor cupcake and cookie first(fhuiiyoo...luckily I did order extra fews just to fullfill Iz appetite), and making lot of noise too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here I would like to wish &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://demoments.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aunty Chinnee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "A Happy Sweet Birthday with her 2 newborns + QiQi "!!! Guess the best gift for you this birthday is 2 lil babies huh? Hope your wish come true.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-9114449882430631897?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/9114449882430631897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=9114449882430631897' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/9114449882430631897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/9114449882430631897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-jonathan.html' title='HaPPy BirTHday, Jonathan!!'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SIaCO7mtoyI/AAAAAAAAApI/DVBS_2lgI7o/s72-c/DSC00816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-4551713463652232109</id><published>2008-07-21T08:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:03:00.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Travel - Singapore again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;You all must be wondering, where on earth I have been 'hidding'......Yalor, I'm travelling again, and my schedule is really tight, minute you see me back, minute you see I'm on the sky again. That's what Jona said to me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What, again? Why you keep travelling one?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When I told him that I will be travelling again this Thu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Just back from Singapore, and find out one thing. Singapore is really full of rules!!! Minute they said, you can do this, minute, they implement the rule and if you didn't bother it, you will be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Previous month, I totally have no problem of waving to taxi to stop and fetch me to any destination that I want. But, this trip, I NEED to find a TAXI STAND to stop taxi, otherwise, the taxi just won't stop!! Imagine, even though I stay in hotel, and the hotel doesn't has taxi stand, meaning, I have to walk some distance to grab taxi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;And, also, immediately I enter the taxi, all of the taxi driver keep complain to me about the high living standard, everything so expensive nowadays, etc......it seem Singaporean is feeling the pinch as well...and even there is one taxi driver who told me that if he is rich, he will like to stay in China rather than Singapore.....ha,ha...do you believe about it? Guess by the time, he is really rich, I doubt he will choose China liao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SIPgG-ag3HI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/jomV5QzfcmQ/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225266403117948018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SIPgG-ag3HI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/jomV5QzfcmQ/s200/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-4551713463652232109?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4551713463652232109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=4551713463652232109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4551713463652232109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4551713463652232109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/07/travel-singapore-again.html' title='Travel - Singapore again...'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SIPgG-ag3HI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/jomV5QzfcmQ/s72-c/DSC00595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-8722051305472603262</id><published>2008-07-14T08:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:06:21.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Dare to kiss me.....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iz is definitely a chocolate lover, anything related to chocolate, he just can't accept the answer of 'NO' to have it.....of course, beside that, he does has a special 'nickname' in our home - little 'dustbin'.....as long as you munch or eat something, he will quickly go near you and ask for a bite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone seeing Iz, just can't said 'NO' to him. I don't know why, maybe, he is too cute......See, even my bro also fullfill all his wish. My bro even bought Gelato ice-cream for him when he ask for it!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SHqlx5vqJFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rlSk5_EST4g/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222668994622399570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SHqlx5vqJFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rlSk5_EST4g/s200/DSC00722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, on my cousin wedding dinner recently, Iz saw a nice chocolate fountain and ask for it. And, my bro even go and dip the strawberry and mashmallow into that chocolate for Iz. Before I could put a towel or napkin on Iz, it is too late. I will have a problem of getting rid of the choco on his shirt later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SHql8VV2znI/AAAAAAAAAoE/VJcnbIOmUz8/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222669173829062258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SHql8VV2znI/AAAAAAAAAoE/VJcnbIOmUz8/s200/DSC00725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best part is, as what my bro comment: &lt;strong&gt;"He just so enjoying the food!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha,ha...so now, do you dare to kiss him? He,he.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-8722051305472603262?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8722051305472603262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=8722051305472603262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8722051305472603262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8722051305472603262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/07/dare-to-kiss-me.html' title='Dare to kiss me.....?'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SHqlx5vqJFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rlSk5_EST4g/s72-c/DSC00722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-8650020641920213706</id><published>2008-07-11T08:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:39:43.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Earn extra pocket money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these while, I didn't really practise Envi friendly due to several reasons: can't find recycle centre(main issues), etc.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;End of last year, when I manage to find one which is just near my house, I got delighted and determine to be 'environmental friendly' to my earth as well as for my future generation sake. I even inform my hubby, mom, sis to join me and it seem to work extreme well!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SHarmY61CTI/AAAAAAAAAn0/6CvHlpHBMpw/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221549493995243826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SHarmY61CTI/AAAAAAAAAn0/6CvHlpHBMpw/s320/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not only I can do my part in saving this earth, I even can earn some 'extra' pocket money which of course is not a lot, but, this money I won't even earn it in the first place, if I throw all the recycle stuff into dustbin.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quite proud of myself for taking part in saving the world through my household :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-8650020641920213706?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8650020641920213706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=8650020641920213706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8650020641920213706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8650020641920213706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/07/earn-extra-pocket-money.html' title='Earn extra pocket money?'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SHarmY61CTI/AAAAAAAAAn0/6CvHlpHBMpw/s72-c/DSC00804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-6688276744229446819</id><published>2008-07-08T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:53:19.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Another scar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the first time that Iz got 'injure' from nanny house, but, it is the second time that Iz got this serious scar. Last year, it happen that he fall from the table and got injure on his lower chin - and I did apply Vit E on him for several weeks.....still got scar but, luckily not that visible anymore, and hopefully, by the times, he grow up, it will fade away ~ that is Momi wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, this time, he injuire himself just below the eye. Based on nanny explanation, it is Iz who wanted to open biscuit container (that make from PVC) and accidentally the cover hit his eyes - I really doubt her explanation, not that I don't believe her, but, when you see carefully, it seem the 'injure' is cause by long fingernail. Don't you think so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SHNi1eNWdQI/AAAAAAAAAnk/AT339FuKNXA/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220625063834187010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SHNi1eNWdQI/AAAAAAAAAnk/AT339FuKNXA/s320/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When, I asking Iz, everytimes, he told me "Ta che did it"....or "Ta che make it".....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, it is really a time for me thinking of sending Iz to daycare with his kor kor next mth.....No doubt this nanny is extreme good in taking care of Iz - cause Iz never got this kind of injure since he is under nanny care except got it from home. But, since nanny start taking care of another baby girl (3 mths) few days ago, it seem she is really not capable of managing 3 kids at one go - I have to admit, that there is some 'careless' in handling Iz now......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, if I'm in her situation, I could said, I just can't manage 3 kids - 3 yrs old, 2 yrs old and 3 mths old baby as good as she is!! That's why 2 is enough for me....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-6688276744229446819?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6688276744229446819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=6688276744229446819' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/6688276744229446819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/6688276744229446819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-scar.html' title='Another scar'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SHNi1eNWdQI/AAAAAAAAAnk/AT339FuKNXA/s72-c/DSC00805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-3019530875529374681</id><published>2008-07-02T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:38:38.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Like Dadi, Like Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dadi always has this habit - after eating lunch or dinner, he will munch munch on some junk food or tibits as you call it. When you ask him, &lt;strong&gt;"not full huh?"....&lt;/strong&gt;His simple reply, &lt;strong&gt;"No lar, just eat for fun only"&lt;/strong&gt;.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, guess what? One of his son also inherited this habit.....I bet most of you will know who is it. This lil boy, after drinking 6oz of milk mix with 2 tablespoons of cereal, and within mins, he will said he want to eat 'tibits' or biscuit. Reason: &lt;strong&gt;"I'm so hungry lor"..."If I dont' eat, I will die liao"......&lt;/strong&gt;so, you said, same like Dadi or not. I guess he still doesn't know how to say 'eat for fun only'. But, soon, he will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGsF5gSfJ1I/AAAAAAAAAnc/eCKo56CR0RQ/s1600-h/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218271078717007698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGsF5gSfJ1I/AAAAAAAAAnc/eCKo56CR0RQ/s320/DSC00801.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how he hug his 'tibit' - so tight......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-3019530875529374681?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3019530875529374681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=3019530875529374681' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3019530875529374681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3019530875529374681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-dadi-like-son.html' title='Like Dadi, Like Son'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGsF5gSfJ1I/AAAAAAAAAnc/eCKo56CR0RQ/s72-c/DSC00801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-1341070656411640564</id><published>2008-06-28T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:12:07.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Ouch....it's painful!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sis is a primary school teacher and teaches a naughty class, which the student family background is not so good. While we shopping in Taipei recently, my sis saw this cute cane, and it is so cheap that she bought it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGXxrbwwIcI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Jz1Oyl1z9yo/s1600-h/DSC00754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216841471867494850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGXxrbwwIcI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Jz1Oyl1z9yo/s320/DSC00754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she test it on my palm, and she didn't properly hit on the specific target, it end up hitting on my big thumb as well as some part of my palm...Imagine the pain!!! My tear just drops freely without needing to think of any sad stories....It is really so painful and within a seconds, it develop a hematoma(how you called it - bruises) on my big thumb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGXyF8E0G5I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ddh_KWrbHF8/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216841927218174866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGXyF8E0G5I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ddh_KWrbHF8/s320/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, I guess the prison guard is using this kind of cane to cane the prisoner?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just told my sis that if she really need to use it, just make sure she 'shoot' the right target and not simply cane it.....and seem she forgot to bring it back with her recently, at the moment, I used it to cane my sons buttock....ha,ha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-1341070656411640564?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1341070656411640564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=1341070656411640564' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1341070656411640564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1341070656411640564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/06/ouchits-painful.html' title='Ouch....it&apos;s painful!!'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGXxrbwwIcI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Jz1Oyl1z9yo/s72-c/DSC00754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-5203679287712877716</id><published>2008-06-24T08:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:57:13.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jona'/><title type='text'>Daycare Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a backdate post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jona just love to attend to his daycare when my mom is not around to babysit him(my mom travel a lot). So, during recent school holiday, he just has lot of fun at daycare with his teachers and friends. Every evening, when I went to fetch him, his face tell everything: He give me his sweet and happy smile - with all the 'hardwork' and 'fun' that he had during the day.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day, he bake cupcakes for us, of course, with assistance from his teachers.....He will tell me like this: "Mommy, you want to make cake?" "If yes, then, first thing, take a flour, water, egg, etc.....mix mix mix and then, put a bit into a cup and then, put into oven to bake"....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGBDplAfyuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/vqgq2-41E_s/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215242750082927330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGBDplAfyuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/vqgq2-41E_s/s320/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jona bake in school!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And, I got 4 cakes with me" "One for Iz, One for Momi and One for Dadi. Last one for me".....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another day, when he came back, he request for a tape, so, he could stick his 'art' on the wall - hand and foot print, and till today he is so proud of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGBFGnfmz_I/AAAAAAAAAm8/kIvno6ERVkg/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215244348478115826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGBFGnfmz_I/AAAAAAAAAm8/kIvno6ERVkg/s320/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, many many more.......few stick on the wall and lots in his special drawer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGBFZibrGaI/AAAAAAAAAnE/vh-qF0arqIw/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215244673536956834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGBFZibrGaI/AAAAAAAAAnE/vh-qF0arqIw/s320/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, now, I'm wondering whether I should enroll Iz for a daycare too when my mom is not around, so, both boys can attend together, and it will be easier for me to fetch them one goal rather than have to fetch Iz from nanny and then proceed to fetch Jona from daycare?? Still in dilemma cause Iz nanny is looking after Iz quite good in term of nutritious food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-5203679287712877716?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5203679287712877716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=5203679287712877716' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5203679287712877716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5203679287712877716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/06/daycare-activities.html' title='Daycare Activities'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SGBDplAfyuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/vqgq2-41E_s/s72-c/DSC00751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-6457463459320617663</id><published>2008-06-23T12:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:06:02.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Princess Eviana is born</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last week is really a hectic week for me - travelling and team building in Trolak.....but, end of the week, I got a really surprise and HAPPY new!!! Yup, I become 'YI YI' again for Gabriel's newborn sister.....Last Friday, 20th June 2008, my sister (Aunty Flora) give birth to a healthy and normal little princess which she decide to name her &lt;strong&gt;'Eviana'&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SF8ty9tW9rI/AAAAAAAAAmc/9LJ4Z5DmYsk/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214937247099844274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SF8ty9tW9rI/AAAAAAAAAmc/9LJ4Z5DmYsk/s320/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is so cute and give me a nice and sweet welcome smile when I snap her picture......Definitely, she will be pampered by all of us (esp my family, and my mom)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not? Since I don't have princess, then, I can treat her as my precious princess...and I have reason to go shopping buying girlie stuff now, he,he....and at the moment, she is our youngest princess from my side of family.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SF8t790PANI/AAAAAAAAAmk/aCirIU32QQg/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214937401747505362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SF8t790PANI/AAAAAAAAAmk/aCirIU32QQg/s320/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truly welcome our lil princess Eviana....can't wait to see her again this weekend, have even 'invest' some gold bracelet for her....and Jona just can't stop stroke lil Eviana during a visit to see her in the hospital........ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly, feel so urge to hug and carry a baby.....the feeling is so nice..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-6457463459320617663?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6457463459320617663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=6457463459320617663' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/6457463459320617663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/6457463459320617663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/06/princess-eviana-is-born.html' title='Princess Eviana is born'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SF8ty9tW9rI/AAAAAAAAAmc/9LJ4Z5DmYsk/s72-c/DSC00751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-8453932271094946625</id><published>2008-06-15T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:22:50.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myself'/><title type='text'>Cross stitching.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since young, I love to do cross stitch, A BIG Thanks to my mom for develop this hobby in me.....My mom will always pass to me a simple and easy to do cross stitch while she perform the difficult one, like scene of sunrise using mosquito net as base, etc....I have a lot of cross stitch picture hang in my house(hometown)....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, ever since I enter Uni -&gt; working -&gt; marry -&gt; got 2 princes, I just don't have the energy or time to spend on cross stitch anymore, till recently, when I travel on business trip....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To kill my 'boringness' at night, when I'm free, I know that I can have this hobby back - when I travel on business trip...yeah, that's the best time for me. Of course, definitely not at home - handling 2 boys, doing housechores, etc, already left me 'O' energy to do some cross stitch at night....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, especially, for this business trip - in the countries, which had Winter period, cold, freezing and windy, definitely it is not for me to go out and walk around...I really not the type of winter lover, cause I hate when my nose turn red like Rudolph and my ears pain so much and need to wear like 'dumpling' to ease my coldness.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope I could finish it anytimes from now, so I can start hang it up on my wall to brighten my sweet home......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SFSJKtlICvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/-CRwVGeiOz8/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211941485901515506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SFSJKtlICvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/-CRwVGeiOz8/s320/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Initial stage ~ 3 mths back....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SFSJ08z7YPI/AAAAAAAAAmI/gjwjjIVyC90/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211942211544637682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SFSJ08z7YPI/AAAAAAAAAmI/gjwjjIVyC90/s320/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now, almost done, except the 'mommy' on right and table cloth.....yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-8453932271094946625?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8453932271094946625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=8453932271094946625' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8453932271094946625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8453932271094946625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/06/cross-stitching.html' title='Cross stitching.....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SFSJKtlICvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/-CRwVGeiOz8/s72-c/DSC00697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-4756043737277413127</id><published>2008-06-11T08:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:41:49.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Unforgetful Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SE8rmExjvdI/AAAAAAAAAlo/i9lG469Mfrk/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210431227007581650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SE8rmExjvdI/AAAAAAAAAlo/i9lG469Mfrk/s200/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SE8rminZjYI/AAAAAAAAAlw/hjaN9j7Oe-A/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210431235018034562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SE8rminZjYI/AAAAAAAAAlw/hjaN9j7Oe-A/s200/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday, 9th June 2008, must be an unforgetful day for Iz. Why? Because he is attending his first day in kindy and seem like he just can't forget his nanny + his daily morning routine of 'yam cha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I did is, keep telling him that he will be going to his aunty(nanny house) after he brush his teeth, change to uniform, etc...if I mention 'school', he will cry and insist of not doing anything. I even have to 'plot' with Jona to mention only aunty when Iz asked why change to uniform, why wear brief, etc...(&lt;strong&gt;Thank you so much, Jonathan for helping Momi out!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is really heartbreaking of seeing Iz keep crying so many times in one day. He never cry so charm since he born till today. I thought of withdrawing him immediately from the school, when I see he so 'desperate' and 'unhappy' with schooling, but, Dadi stop me, saying, no matter how, he need to go through this phase of life - it is the matter of soon or later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I decide to enroll him to this kindy, I did some preparation like telling him about it for the past 4 - 5 mths, but, everytimes I mention it, he will just say "&lt;strong&gt;NO"..&lt;/strong&gt;and I even bring him along to fetch Jona from daycare daily, to familiar him with school environment and teachers as well....but, he just insist of NO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine, on first day, when I drop him in school, he cried so hard saying &lt;strong&gt;"Momi, don't go"&lt;/strong&gt;....and then, when driver aunty come and fetch him to nanny house, he cried again, saying &lt;strong&gt;"I want my mommy"....."How come not my mommy come and fetch me one?" "I want to go my house".....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, when driver aunty said, yes, I'm bringing you back home, he stop crying, but, immediately when he see driver aunty by pass his house, he keep crying again till reaching nanny house, keep saying &lt;strong&gt;"I want my house"..."I want my mommy"...."I dont' want aunty-nanny".....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I go and fetch him from his nanny house later in the evening, his eyes look swollen like have been crying for several times....you said, heartbreaking or not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, it is Dadi task to send him to school...Even before going to school, Iz has informed Dadi &lt;strong&gt;"Daddy, today you go to school with me, okie?"&lt;/strong&gt; (Showing some pitiful face)..."&lt;strong&gt;I don't like the teacher"...."I so scared".....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, true enough, when Dadi drop him at school gate, he cry again....and need teacher to hold him again and comfort him...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I'm in dilemma of whether to forfeit the fee which I have paid throughout this year or just let him cry daily (not sure till when)...what do you think? Is Iz too young to go kindy? He is 2 years plus but, if calculate using year, he is 3 years old now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SE8sFunUXTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/I6cVsXTznp0/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210431770814864690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SE8sFunUXTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/I6cVsXTznp0/s320/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Baobei, Momi just want the best for you, and seeing you crying daily when sending you to school, isn't make Momi proud, instead it make Momi heart sad and heartbreaking. I pray to GOD to give you happiness. I always love you, baobei".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SE8nXaxqegI/AAAAAAAAAlg/oYT5h9_4RQs/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-4756043737277413127?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4756043737277413127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=4756043737277413127' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4756043737277413127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4756043737277413127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/06/unforgetful-day.html' title='Unforgetful Day!!'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SE8rmExjvdI/AAAAAAAAAlo/i9lG469Mfrk/s72-c/DSC00533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-2865937713211309455</id><published>2008-06-06T13:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:24:56.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Taipei - Nice Places to go (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once we back from Hualien, we spend rest of the time in Taipei, by visiting -&gt; the famous and no.1 highest tower in the world: &lt;strong&gt;101 Taipei&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; proceed to &lt;strong&gt;'Sun Yat Sen Memorial Hall'&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; 'Fashion Street' -&gt; &lt;strong&gt;'Keelung' &lt;/strong&gt;-&gt; and not forgotten, &lt;strong&gt;'HuaXin' Night market&lt;/strong&gt; where Jona is so excited about the snake (they kill the snake and drink the blood or eat the spleen, etc for certain price). With this, they even willing to kill the snake in front of the audience. Of course, all these visit is not done in ONE day....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjN9D6NB5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/Bh9DQyXjOzY/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208639417959122834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjN9D6NB5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/Bh9DQyXjOzY/s200/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjN9iA2sEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/US99TGTBTIc/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208639426040082498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjN9iA2sEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/US99TGTBTIc/s200/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjN-EjtVqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0T8dUwJzWfM/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208639435313075874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjN-EjtVqI/AAAAAAAAAj4/0T8dUwJzWfM/s200/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjN-l0pM9I/AAAAAAAAAkA/UqC5yVy0rLI/s1600-h/DSC00319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208639444242478034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjN-l0pM9I/AAAAAAAAAkA/UqC5yVy0rLI/s200/DSC00319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjN_4fk2uI/AAAAAAAAAkI/guAn9vBsEJo/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208639466434255586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjN_4fk2uI/AAAAAAAAAkI/guAn9vBsEJo/s200/DSC00329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;a) Jona pose beside 101 Tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;b) Taipei view from 101 Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;c) Some of the cartoonist picture of 101 Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;d) Sun Yat Sen memorial hall, as the background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;e) 101 Tower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjPYP3ASkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/bV_WhglZ93c/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208640984535026242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjPYP3ASkI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/bV_WhglZ93c/s200/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjPYj4g8rI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8L1oLdRgC2E/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208640989910069938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjPYj4g8rI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8L1oLdRgC2E/s200/DSC00429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;f) Night Markets....all over Taipei: Keelung, HuaXi, Shilin,etc....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;g) Background, Keelung Port Harbour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beside visiting place around Taipei, we do go to other locations like JiaoFeng and XinBeitou, taking train or MRT....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JiaoFeng, is really a nice place to go, by train, take only 30 mins. It is up in the hill, and actually, a small and old street - lots of food, things to buy as well as the view from top. There are several movies being taken from JiaoFeng. Worth going lor....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;XinBeitou - I like it the most, due to the natural quiet town with pleasant weather, got a BIG library in town, beside natural famous HOT spring (the water is really hot ler), as well as seeing their cultures with different ethnic....While my mom and Jona went to the library, we (me &amp;amp; hubby, my sis) going to hot spring to 'pamper' ourselves.....ha,ha....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjS5KwaE3I/AAAAAAAAAko/1pxMjgFXvNk/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208644848635745138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjS5KwaE3I/AAAAAAAAAko/1pxMjgFXvNk/s200/DSC00409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjS54gR-XI/AAAAAAAAAkw/DyRSVOg2N7s/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208644860916136306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjS54gR-XI/AAAAAAAAAkw/DyRSVOg2N7s/s200/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjS6lLw6jI/AAAAAAAAAk4/XYkgy6hefKU/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208644872909679154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjS6lLw6jI/AAAAAAAAAk4/XYkgy6hefKU/s200/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjS7MWGktI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rh5huVk22aM/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208644883422024402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjS7MWGktI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rh5huVk22aM/s200/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjS7wzDO-I/AAAAAAAAAlI/0F6n_eW0MFQ/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208644893207116770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjS7wzDO-I/AAAAAAAAAlI/0F6n_eW0MFQ/s200/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;h) JiaoFen - old street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;i) Culture village in XinBeitou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;j) Big library like ship shape in XinBeitou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;k) Natural Hot Spring with high temperature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;l) Mickey Mouse umbrella for Iz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Mickey Umbrella is one of the gifts that I bought for Iz, nice or not? Ha,ha....very cheap ler, cost me only RM 10!!! Who want it?? he,he...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-2865937713211309455?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2865937713211309455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=2865937713211309455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2865937713211309455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/2865937713211309455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/06/taipei-nice-places-to-go-part-3.html' title='Taipei - Nice Places to go (Part 3)'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEjN9D6NB5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/Bh9DQyXjOzY/s72-c/DSC00281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-5163796917747010543</id><published>2008-06-06T10:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:34:42.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Taiwan - Nice Places to go (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talk about foods, now, the places that I manage to visit :)...since it is free &amp;amp; easy trip, we don't really force ourselves too much on following the schedule, like sleep till 10am, and start our day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hualien, definitely is a nice place to visit, even thought it is a small town, but, the food there, is really fresh and yummy and cheap too...Even the accomodation there is cheap and worth the money. In Hualien, we stay in 'Ming Shu' - a house that convert into hotel, RM 150 for 4 persons per night, include nice and healthy breakfast too(cheap ler)!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEilXHZApUI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RsMyosyYFCs/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208594785593500994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEilXHZApUI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RsMyosyYFCs/s200/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEimDqZNjZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TmbVRS852uc/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208595550903831954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEimDqZNjZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TmbVRS852uc/s200/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;a) Left Side: HuaLien town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;b) Right Side: 'Ming Shu' House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing much in Hualien, except watching Dolphin in real ocean...Imagine, ha,ha....Jona is so excited and manage to see small dolphins before he zzzz off. After spending 2 hours in ocean searching for Dolphin, we manage to see 2 types of Dolphin family.....really impressed, and they all usually go by group, and it is really huge for some species....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEim5bChDMI/AAAAAAAAAig/EDK5Zwxm2F0/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208596474495044802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEim5bChDMI/AAAAAAAAAig/EDK5Zwxm2F0/s200/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEinlN_hJ5I/AAAAAAAAAio/gardrfkp5xo/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208597226907051922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEinlN_hJ5I/AAAAAAAAAio/gardrfkp5xo/s200/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;a) Jona excited watching a group of dolphin swim around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;b) Right side: Can see the dolphins swimming?? Too small ler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too bad, my mom has sea sickness, and it is a nightmare trip for her. Not cheap at all, it cost us around RM 350 for this trip......Since nothing much to see in Hualien at night, we went to culture show (perform by students)....and later buy the famous stone at the market..since nothing to buy there :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEioS5EMAZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/M-Op35XP3Ys/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208598011563475346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEioS5EMAZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/M-Op35XP3Ys/s200/DSC00161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEipO5dSAWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/a8sMq8o8EJk/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208599042460877154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEipO5dSAWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/a8sMq8o8EJk/s200/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next day, is the wonderful trip: Taroko National Park, if you go to Taiwan, you definitely need to go to this place......it is really wonderful, the scenario, etc....can't express by word, but, one thing, it is really tiring ler....keep walking, walking, walking..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEiqlI8PoLI/AAAAAAAAAjA/0kI2Qp7JQ2Y/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208600524086026418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEiqlI8PoLI/AAAAAAAAAjA/0kI2Qp7JQ2Y/s200/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEir-PBZxRI/AAAAAAAAAjI/PGnEbU2wyF4/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208602054726632722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEir-PBZxRI/AAAAAAAAAjI/PGnEbU2wyF4/s200/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEir-tTG3rI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/e0BwgRJwGoI/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208602062853955250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEir-tTG3rI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/e0BwgRJwGoI/s200/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEir_er-qGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/N8o-actORWc/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208602076111612002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEir_er-qGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/N8o-actORWc/s200/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, before back to Taipei again, we went to their beach......of course, this is for sure, can't beat our Malaysia beach.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEis47IyxyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/0zEv4xF0-H8/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208603063001204514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEis47IyxyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/0zEv4xF0-H8/s200/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will continue again in my next post, of the places we go in Taipei........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-5163796917747010543?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5163796917747010543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=5163796917747010543' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5163796917747010543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/5163796917747010543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/06/taiwan-nice-places-to-go-part-2.html' title='Taiwan - Nice Places to go (Part 2)'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEilXHZApUI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RsMyosyYFCs/s72-c/DSC00117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-6107176942698263288</id><published>2008-06-04T09:12:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:52:11.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Taiwan - 'Heaven of Food' (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Visit Taiwan in 7 days, 6 nights definitely is not enough - that's the comment from Aunty Carol(my youngest sis)...and, it is true. For this trip, we only visit Hualien and Taipei, but, of course, my sis and my mom mission is: they will try to revisit Taiwan again, but, maybe, another location like Taichung and Kaoshiung. We choose 'free &amp;amp; easy' trip, meaning, everything we arrange by ourselves without needing any tour guide package at all. And, the outcome: &lt;strong&gt;Fanstastic!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing for sure is, Taiwan, is definitely can be called 'Heaven of Food', due to varieties type of food available. Testing food is definitely my hubby job and he LOVES it so much...since he has nothing to buy or spend, so, he might as well spend it on food....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Immediately, we arrived in Taipei, this is where we head to at 10pm(since we just stay nearby: "Xi Meng Ting").....lots of shopping and food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEXumen5QzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nd8jv8Dg3yU/s1600-h/DSC00753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207830888946680626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEXumen5QzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nd8jv8Dg3yU/s200/DSC00753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Famous Mee Sua called 'Ah Chung Mee Sua'.....looks so 'terrible' but, really taste so nice ler.....even my fussy eater, Jona is having few spoons out of it. And, the dislike part is, they don't provide any chairs or tables for you to eat. You have to either stand and eat or just sit somewhere else to eat...and funny part, it is so famous till people willing to queue for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following night, in Hualien, this is what we had. &lt;strong&gt;"Coffin Bread",&lt;/strong&gt; "Toasted food", "Duck Tougue",etc......The coffin bread is the famous in Hualien, so nice and yummy, and only cost us around RM 4. You should try it if you happen to be in Hualien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEXxI4WBcZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/19hxkfVSBNE/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207833678989848978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEXxI4WBcZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/19hxkfVSBNE/s200/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEXx_OciPvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fc2WML9KxDc/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207834612635680498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEXx_OciPvI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/fc2WML9KxDc/s200/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEXyt6I72UI/AAAAAAAAAhY/u6m4F5GamfY/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207835414638614850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEXyt6I72UI/AAAAAAAAAhY/u6m4F5GamfY/s200/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See Jona so hungry ler....ha,ha..of course lor, after seeing Dolphin, and miss his milk meal. Finally, he willing to taste food beside than his milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaoFen is also another location that has plenty of food (really can't find it in M'sia) and the food really taste yummy too. I, esp love this 'jelly' which claim made from healthy ingredients and hand made as well, which all of us just love to eat and munch on it. Too bad, we can't 'tapau' it back to M'sia, otherwise I bet Iz will love it too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207838342907445842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEX1YWyoQlI/AAAAAAAAAho/UYeZL0Oi76o/s200/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEX0YEwmuFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hAN2Gn3hq9Y/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207837238555490386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEX0YEwmuFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/hAN2Gn3hq9Y/s200/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine, everyday, eating food from the stalls, and till the last day, still can't taste all the foods!! Ha,ha.....Anyway, the funny part about Taiwanese is, as long as the food taste nice, they all just willing to queue for it, even though the queue is sooooo long....*aiyah*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEX7_u_pMVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Io1Q8gRo4ek/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207845616489148754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEX7_u_pMVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Io1Q8gRo4ek/s200/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEYAcV5AAzI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Z03PqN5D2vg/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207850506013115186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEYAcV5AAzI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Z03PqN5D2vg/s200/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, beside stall foods, we do eat in nice restaurant too - Keelung Seafood Restaurant, even though it is located in Taipei City. The food is really fresh and juicy...Taiwanese love to copy Japanese style.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEX3mP6zyJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/f-4drNZ0_Mo/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207840780604131474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEX3mP6zyJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/f-4drNZ0_Mo/s200/DSC00275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, hubby mission is to try all the &lt;strong&gt;'funny' &amp;amp; 'weird'&lt;/strong&gt; food in Taiwan include his 'Smelly Taufu'.....which only Aunty Carol willing to accompany him to eat....Eeeeukkkk!!! So awful and smelly - no more kissing from Dadi for a week!!....he,he....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEYBxncT-9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/Jazb9Pdp2Vs/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207851971013508050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEYBxncT-9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/Jazb9Pdp2Vs/s200/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone dare to try it??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-6107176942698263288?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6107176942698263288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=6107176942698263288' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/6107176942698263288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/6107176942698263288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/06/taiwan-heaven-of-food-part-1.html' title='Taiwan - &apos;Heaven of Food&apos; (Part 1)'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SEXumen5QzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nd8jv8Dg3yU/s72-c/DSC00753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-3451204740800245738</id><published>2008-05-27T07:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T07:09:47.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Blog Break....Travelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I will be away again....You all must be thinking that I'm travelling again huh? You are absolutely right. I'm travelling again, but, this time, this travelling is really fun and excited. Because today, I will be travelling to Taiwan again but, with my FAMILY.....for a family vacation for 7 days!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I travel but on vacation rather than business trip......so, I guess I won't be able to go to your blog for a temporary, but, I will try my best once I back home again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely will update you again about my vacation to Taiwan............ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, still haven't finished pack my stuff, send Iz to nanny house, etc......this family vacation is excluded Iz, my cute lil darling baby. WHY? Due to his 'terrible 2' as well as he still 'baby' for us, it will be quite tough to bring him alone - after voting, it seem that none of my family member (mom and sis) want to bring him alone......I feel sad to leave him behind, but, I got no choice...."Don't worry, darling baby, Momi will compensate you by bringing you to Singapore in July"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDtCPvMtuDI/AAAAAAAAAg4/QyvhO-ybBio/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204826632492005426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDtCPvMtuDI/AAAAAAAAAg4/QyvhO-ybBio/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" /&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/22072150-3451204740800245738?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3451204740800245738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=3451204740800245738' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3451204740800245738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3451204740800245738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-breaktravelling.html' title='Blog Break....Travelling'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDtCPvMtuDI/AAAAAAAAAg4/QyvhO-ybBio/s72-c/DSC00746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-4201358173146081364</id><published>2008-05-26T08:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:14:44.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Everyone happy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Both Jona &amp;amp; Iz, nowadays, just love to go (indoor or outdoor) playground if possible rather than go shopping with Momi....few weeks back, while I busy shopping around and my mom went to bookshop nearby in Jusco 1U(old wing), suddenly Jona saw Kidsport Playground with 'Monkey' Maskot......and he saw lot of kids playing inside(there is a birthday celebration going on) and he keep asking me to let him and Iz go inside and play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I never fullfill his wish at that time, cause I have my arrangement mah, so, he asked Dadi and Dadi agree to bring him there again when there is a public holiday on Wesak Day......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Wow, playing unlimited, but the fee is really not cheap at all ler....paying RM 50 for 2 kids and of course lar, we won't be inside there whole day long as well......So, I agree with hubby, that, I took 1 hour off doing my own shopping while he babysit both of them, and then, once I finished, it is his turn to shop around.....One hour for me, where got enough....anyway, better than none lor.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDoNpvMtt_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/ocSxprVJ_Oo/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204487330075621362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDoNpvMtt_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/ocSxprVJ_Oo/s320/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDoN8PMtuAI/AAAAAAAAAgg/O8eFl8N1OH0/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204487647903201282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDoN8PMtuAI/AAAAAAAAAgg/O8eFl8N1OH0/s320/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDoOG_MtuBI/AAAAAAAAAgo/SztaBsQUCpo/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204487832586795026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDoOG_MtuBI/AAAAAAAAAgo/SztaBsQUCpo/s320/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDoOtvMtuCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/a2n0z8SUWAQ/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204488498306725922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDoOtvMtuCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/a2n0z8SUWAQ/s320/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Think of it back, lot of money has gone for their indoor playground like this one, Galatics, etc.....But, then, when I get nice comments/compliments from 2 lovely darling, worth the money!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;After sweating and time to go home, this is what Jona &amp;amp; Iz told me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jona: "Momi, I have so much fun!!! Can I come again to this 'monkey' playground'? I wan, I wan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iz: "Momi, I wan come again, ok?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess what my answer..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-4201358173146081364?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4201358173146081364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=4201358173146081364' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4201358173146081364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4201358173146081364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/05/everyone-happy.html' title='Everyone happy.....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDoNpvMtt_I/AAAAAAAAAgY/ocSxprVJ_Oo/s72-c/DSC00740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-8440033870240799217</id><published>2008-05-23T09:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:01:17.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumblings'/><title type='text'>Medication all around....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These past few weeks, it has been a hectic week for me. My whole family has been sick. It all started with Jona having red eyes -&gt; flu -&gt; cough. Then, after taking medicine, he finally recovered, but, of course, not before he passed the bacterial/virus to my mom and then, me and Dadi and Iz(poor lil boy boy - really become a skinny boy like Dadi liao).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been sick since last Monday, but, due to work commitment, meeting, etc, I force myself to work till Tues, which I can't take it anymore and go see my Dr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Huh?! Now, only you come and see me after sick for 1 week. What, you thought your body immune system is so strong that it can fight the virus for you huh?"&lt;/strong&gt; After checking my throat, lung and blood pressure, she prescribe me with strong antibiotic, and other 6 medicines!!&lt;strong&gt; "YOU got serious inflammed throat!!" And, you need a good rest, and ask me to take 2 days MC...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDYkdfMtt-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NcO3drgvF9w/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203386508482820066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDYkdfMtt-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NcO3drgvF9w/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow, 2 days MC ler...initially, I thought of off for 1 day, then, come to think of it, 2 days ler....I can have a good rest for my body and at the same times, enjoy 'ME' time which I have been ignore for so long. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, the outcome: &lt;strong&gt;Fantastic!!&lt;/strong&gt; I really fully enjoy the 2 days MC, with good sleep, watch drama series for whole day and do some cross stitch.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, it is really good to have MC once in a blue moon, ha,ha..of course, not serious illness lar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-8440033870240799217?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8440033870240799217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=8440033870240799217' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8440033870240799217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8440033870240799217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/05/medication-all-around.html' title='Medication all around....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SDYkdfMtt-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NcO3drgvF9w/s72-c/DSC00749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-4336109095687323442</id><published>2008-05-16T08:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:53:17.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Naughty Acts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;One night, Dadi came back bring his new pants and shirts where he bought from branded warehouse sales in a bag.....Before Dadi came back, we all are relaxing in the living room, where Jona watch his cartoon movie, me busy doing my cross stitch and Iz just playing around with his tut tut train.....on sunday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Seeing Dadi back with bag, Jona wake up and hug Dadi, as usual when he see Dadi...He love his Dadi so much....and then, take away the bag and start searching for something, and I don't know what he are looking for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Suddenly, he take the pant out, and wear it and then, he just continue watching his cartoon tv by laying down on the floor...See...ha,ha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SCzanE0xgkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/57-glDRkBR4/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200772034550923842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SCzanE0xgkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/57-glDRkBR4/s320/DSC00701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;And, for Iz, he just peel off the labelling and start sticking it everywhere: nose, forehead, arm, you name it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SCzazE0xglI/AAAAAAAAAgI/idKIOtyn7yU/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200772240709354066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SCzazE0xglI/AAAAAAAAAgI/idKIOtyn7yU/s320/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;It is so warm and lovely, seeing this kind of naughty acts when we are all in relaxing mood......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/22072150-4336109095687323442?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4336109095687323442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=4336109095687323442' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4336109095687323442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/4336109095687323442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/05/naughty-acts.html' title='Naughty Acts....'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SCzanE0xgkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/57-glDRkBR4/s72-c/DSC00701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-6955050706835048173</id><published>2008-05-14T08:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:53:35.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Fish SPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;On Labour Day, hubby suddenly propose going to Pavillion for a walk since we never been there yet. And, suddenly, &lt;a href="http://healthfreakmommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;HealthFreakMommy&lt;/a&gt; - Fish Spa trigger my memory, so, I propose my hubby and mom to go and have a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;When I asked Iz whether he would like to join us for the fish spa, immediately he said &lt;strong&gt;'YES'&lt;/strong&gt;. But, not Jona, he just insist &lt;strong&gt;'no'&lt;/strong&gt;, and even force us not to go in, but, after some persuasion saying that he can join us, but, just sitting beside us, he agree finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;And, hubby is also another culprit that I need to persuade as well, cause he just thinking the water is too dirty with so many people (who doesn't know whether their leg is ok or not), and might get some disease or whatsoever. But, when seeing my mom and myself going for it and it is not expensive, he willing to give it a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SCpBI00xgiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/NOWt4QkKu2k/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200040339627409954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SCpBI00xgiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/NOWt4QkKu2k/s320/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;My legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;See, immediately I put down my leg, all the small and cute fishes came to nibble my legs. Initially it is so 'geli' but, after a while, really like no feeling at all. My mom and hubby keep complaining saying it is not fair at all, cause all the fishes nibble my legs and not theirs. And, not worth the money for them...ha,ha...I don't know why, but the fishes really just nibble my legs lor for 30 mins ler(so hardworking fishes).....he,he..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SCpBpk0xgjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NB0JpI5mn4M/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200040902268125746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SCpBpk0xgjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NB0JpI5mn4M/s320/DSC00696.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hubby legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Anyway, I just think the small fish even though a lot, but, really no 'power' ler, but, it is really a big different, when suddenly a big fish come and nibble on my leg - can feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hubby - definitely won't go for second times cause immediately after he pull out his legs, he washes it for so long and once reach home, he washes his leg again.....He just doesn't trust the water, :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me - I won't be going anymore, even I do enjoy it for a while. Unless they change all the fishes to big fish. If still small fishes, aiyah...no feeling, so, no enjoyment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom - She also won't go anymore liao, cause she said just for experience.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-6955050706835048173?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6955050706835048173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=6955050706835048173' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/6955050706835048173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/6955050706835048173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/05/fish-spa.html' title='Fish SPA'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SCpBI00xgiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/NOWt4QkKu2k/s72-c/DSC00695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-8194165473287864461</id><published>2008-05-05T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:00:14.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Sleeping KING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mom came to visit us again, but, for short period only before she off to my sis house. Anyway, I grab the opportunity to go shopping again after being 'stuck' at home for several months. With my mom, it is easier to manage my 2 boys...heard Math calculation: &lt;strong&gt;1+1 =&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mom will help me manage Jona, while I manage Iz, how easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tho I would have a smooth shopping trip. Who know, I end up having lunch, quick shopping for a while before head home. My 2 boys just won't 'co-operate' with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jona usually is the easy going boy. He will sleep when it is his sleeping time, said he usually sleep around 2pm, even though we go shopping or travel by car back hometown, he will sleep no matter how, which make me so adore him.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Iz, since baby, no matter when I bring him out for shopping, attend wedding lunch or dinner etc, he just won't sleep till he is fasten onto his car seat. Like last weekend, Jona sleep so soundly inside his stroller, while for Iz, he just being so playful. So, how to shopping in peace lor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, when Jona wake up, it is time to go home....and the funny part is, as predict, immediately we enter our car, and fasten seat belt for Iz on his car seat, within 3 mins, he doze off. And, when I told my mom about it, suddenly he wake up and said &lt;strong&gt;"Momi, quiet...."&lt;/strong&gt; and zzzzz again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to shopping like this? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SB6UFwP3pGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/d-oz8hIWsdY/s1600-h/DSC00703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196753846603850850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SB6UFwP3pGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/d-oz8hIWsdY/s320/DSC00703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-8194165473287864461?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8194165473287864461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=8194165473287864461' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8194165473287864461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/8194165473287864461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleeping-king.html' title='Sleeping KING'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SB6UFwP3pGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/d-oz8hIWsdY/s72-c/DSC00703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-1487671753143715522</id><published>2008-04-30T09:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:45:47.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>Musician....??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been enroll Jona for music class since a month ago, and it seem out of all these 'extra' classes that I enroll for him, he enjoy music class the most (which I quite surprise of it)......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, since the class is only for 45 mins duration, and with condition that the last 15 mins, parent need to be with them, I got no choice except to wait there with Iz. And, Iz seem to be influence by his kor kor's music class too. He just love it so much, and can even sing the song and dance (even though he only attend it for 15 mins per session).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The proof of Iz love toward music can be shown as below:-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SBfLLgP3pCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/oueH8bK1m0M/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194844093690651682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SBfLLgP3pCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/oueH8bK1m0M/s320/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) Initally, I don't know what he doing since he lock himself in the playroom while I busy cooking. But, I manage to snap the photo from the opening window. Can't see clearly yet. Except the music that came from the keyboard that he press on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SBfLmAP3pDI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/n3LLLegc6SQ/s1600-h/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194844548957185074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SBfLmAP3pDI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/n3LLLegc6SQ/s320/DSC00689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) A closer look. Still unsure what he is doing now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SBfMsgP3pEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wIl3_AgSnxs/s1600-h/DSC00691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194845760137962562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SBfMsgP3pEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wIl3_AgSnxs/s320/DSC00691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c) To my surprise, he even pretend to put a book on the board like pretending it is a keynote book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SBfM9AP3pFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ml88fJJB8dY/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194846043605804114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SBfM9AP3pFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ml88fJJB8dY/s320/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d) Like he is playing a piano in front of audience by being concentrate looking on his 'keynote' book....Wow, a true lil musician huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha,ha....so cute and adorable the action, right? But, his action make me rethink again of whether I should enroll Iz for a toddler music class....Initially, my plan is only enroll him for music class when he is 4 yrs old and another thing, that make me relunctant to is that, he just stick to me like a 'UHU' glue....and if I enroll him for this toddler class, then, I need to be with him for 30 mins.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, I should just enroll him for a trial class and see the outcome........geeee, all my money gone of paying fee for their 'classes'.....but, it is an investment that I need to do to secure their future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-1487671753143715522?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1487671753143715522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=1487671753143715522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1487671753143715522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/1487671753143715522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/04/musician.html' title='Musician....??'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SBfLLgP3pCI/AAAAAAAAAfI/oueH8bK1m0M/s72-c/DSC00688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-3074711550042619509</id><published>2008-04-21T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:30:48.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Travel: Nice weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Finally, I'm able to read mommies blog after several days....Yup, I'm on travelling again, and the weather being so nice here.....I just love it a lot except when it rain. This is a heavy travelling, being to all cities except Brisbane in a week time!! Imagine, spend almost equivalent time on flight rather than on land....anyway, use to it and nowadays, just enjoy it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;And, guess what? Ha,ha...called me "Old fashion", etc....but, this is really a first time, I seeing so nice toilet paper in Oz here.....just make me want to go loo more frequent :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;It is nice, isn't it? And, it is so soft too....actually I don't mind at all use it to wipe my sons face, ha,ha..compare to our M'sian toilet paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SAw0VUKFlNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/SjK_TPvZP0c/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191582011244254418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SAw0VUKFlNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/SjK_TPvZP0c/s320/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-3074711550042619509?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3074711550042619509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=3074711550042619509' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3074711550042619509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/3074711550042619509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/04/travel-nice-weather.html' title='Travel: Nice weather'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SAw0VUKFlNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/SjK_TPvZP0c/s72-c/DSC00699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-169872205760500337</id><published>2008-04-15T12:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:09:58.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Good helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nowadays, I know that it is just so impossible to not having a maid, and if possible, everyone like to have a good and reliable maid/helper......For me, I choose not to have maid, since I'm travelling quite frequent and I don't know what my maid will do to my princes(after heard so many horror stories) when I'm not around....plus don't ever expected me to leave my princes with my maid alone at home.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, since maid is not my choice, I have to find a reliable helper.....Know what it is.....My dryer machine...he,he....currently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hubby has been persuaded me to buy dryer since 2000 when we are still staying in apartment. He told me how nice and useful, blah,blah...and you know me - very stubborn woman and not easily convince..So, I keep saying no, no, no...till middle of last year, he just somehow manage to convince me and maybe, after so many years, I do agree with him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even tho the dryer came to our house, I just don't use it and still prefer to dry my kids clothes on sunlight(so, half way sleepy and suddenly the dark cloud covering my sunshine, I have to rush out my house to bring in the clothes during weekend - just imaging). Only my mom is a good user and fully utilise it till end of last year. She as senior people really praise the dryer, how good it is, etc....I really impressed with my mom of no problem in learning all those 'Hi-Tech' stuff. So before my mom went back hometown, she teach me how to use it, etc.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, from that day onward, I never look back anymore....and, don't even bother whether it is raining outside or shinny or whatever...cause I have a reliable and good helper - DRYER to help me dry the clothes!! Can have a nice nap with my kids inside the house.....zzzzz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bit regret of not buying it earlier when hubby propose...ha,ha....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SAQ355CeCvI/AAAAAAAAAew/nfW6fBIs2rY/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189334138340903666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SAQ355CeCvI/AAAAAAAAAew/nfW6fBIs2rY/s320/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, my good helper, even can separate the money/coin out for me from the clothes.....and, the dust/sand/etc.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SAQ4IpCeCwI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7g-FE3GrTLo/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189334391743974146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SAQ4IpCeCwI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7g-FE3GrTLo/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It just make my house chores getting much more easier and I just realise that sometimes, I don't really need to have a human helper(which will make me burst my blood vessel if they are not well behave) but, with all those machine helper which has it own functionality, it is much more than enough........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22072150-169872205760500337?l=jonaisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/169872205760500337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22072150&amp;postID=169872205760500337' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/169872205760500337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22072150/posts/default/169872205760500337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonaisaac.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-helper.html' title='Good helper'/><author><name>MamaJo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01140764284095370466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0io4TycSkcg/SAQ355CeCvI/AAAAAAAAAew/nfW6fBIs2rY/s72-c/DSC00695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22072150.post-674660806324514394</id><published>2008-04-11T12:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:14:23.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaac'/><title type='text'>How Sweet &amp; Lovely.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;
