<?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-19291637</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:15:05.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabrina</title><subtitle type='html'>My Life and My Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-3643679539492350903</id><published>2007-04-26T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:55:40.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting my BLOG</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shifting my blog to wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://snowflower79.wordpress.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-3643679539492350903?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/3643679539492350903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=3643679539492350903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/3643679539492350903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/3643679539492350903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2007/04/shifting-my-blog.html' title='Shifting my BLOG'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-5008527322546405258</id><published>2007-04-21T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:31:28.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PESTA TANGLUNG &amp; BUNGA API</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago, we went to visit the Pesta Tanglung and Bunga Api which has been the main attraction set up by the govt for three months in conjuctions with the Visit Malaysia 2007.The location is at Taiping. When you come in from Changkat Jering toll, it's somewhere near Simpang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pictures below. You should bring your whole family here as it is very beautiful. Entrance fee is RM10 per adult. Children below 12 is free. During the weekdays, we can see all the cultural dances and acrobatic performance. During the weekend, they have the flying dragon. There are lotsa stalls selling souvenirs and crafts. There's a little fun fair too for the kids to enjoy some rides and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055693701900874674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Riluorr7M7I/AAAAAAAAADc/sgAEk1PfQRw/s200/ebay+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Those dinasours can move it's tail and head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilupLr7M8I/AAAAAAAAADk/_H2fTj_fYZg/s1600-h/ebay+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055693710490809282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilupLr7M8I/AAAAAAAAADk/_H2fTj_fYZg/s200/ebay+003.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055693723375711186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Rilup7r7M9I/AAAAAAAAADs/BVVR8CsRiDY/s200/ebay+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Riluqbr7M-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mC0e1v62I9E/s1600-h/ebay+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055693731965645794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Riluqbr7M-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mC0e1v62I9E/s200/ebay+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had to stand on the mud to take this picture. "YUCK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilxCLr7NBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TRaRhUlf6e8/s1600-h/ebay+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055696339010794514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilxCLr7NBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TRaRhUlf6e8/s200/ebay+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some of the tanglung are on the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Ril10br7NPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a0i_ac3xgKk/s1600-h/ebay+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055701600345732338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Ril10br7NPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a0i_ac3xgKk/s200/ebay+009.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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilxCLr7NBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TRaRhUlf6e8/s1600-h/ebay+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilxBrr7NAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hAMC2bnDQJk/s1600-h/ebay+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055696330420859906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilxBrr7NAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hAMC2bnDQJk/s200/ebay+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shoe house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilxCrr7NCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NGwZRNpzDu8/s1600-h/ebay+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055696347600729122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilxCrr7NCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NGwZRNpzDu8/s200/ebay+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Little Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilxC7r7NDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sx9KAFB1DSo/s1600-h/ebay+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055696351895696434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilxC7r7NDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sx9KAFB1DSo/s200/ebay+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I think this is "Nutcracker"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055696360485631042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilxDbr7NEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pb4wKE3VpBI/s200/ebay+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Eiffel Tower &amp; a Pagoda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilyBLr7NHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3KYSS9lE81E/s1600-h/ebay+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055697421342553202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilyBLr7NHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3KYSS9lE81E/s200/ebay+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Putrajaya&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilyBrr7NJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Uhq0UzzPXBA/s1600-h/ebay+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055697429932487826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilyBrr7NJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Uhq0UzzPXBA/s200/ebay+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Aladdin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilyBbr7NII/AAAAAAAAAFE/h7REZPogwaI/s1600-h/ebay+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055697425637520514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilyBbr7NII/AAAAAAAAAFE/h7REZPogwaI/s200/ebay+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Rumah Melayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Rilz-rr7NKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xWGMqv5VrMU/s1600-h/ebay+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055699577416135842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Rilz-rr7NKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xWGMqv5VrMU/s200/ebay+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Little KLCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Rilz_br7NMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/V6yG1YfJSls/s1600-h/ebay+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055699590301037762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Rilz_br7NMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/V6yG1YfJSls/s200/ebay+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Main Entrance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Rilz_Lr7NLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bipw7F-JBIo/s1600-h/ebay+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055699586006070450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Rilz_Lr7NLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bipw7F-JBIo/s200/ebay+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lily Pond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Rilz_rr7NNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JtxCX4_Uyak/s1600-h/ebay+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055699594596005074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Rilz_rr7NNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JtxCX4_Uyak/s200/ebay+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Acrobatic performanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Ril0ALr7NOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Tq7e950QWPM/s1600-h/ebay+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055699603185939682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Ril0ALr7NOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Tq7e950QWPM/s200/ebay+016.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilyAbr7NFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/G2gi11O4N8M/s1600-h/ebay+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055697408457651282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilyAbr7NFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/G2gi11O4N8M/s200/ebay+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilyAbr7NFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/G2gi11O4N8M/s1600-h/ebay+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malay Dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Ril11Lr7NRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ibIC7su39XY/s1600-h/ebay+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055701613230634258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Ril11Lr7NRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ibIC7su39XY/s200/ebay+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chinese Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilyA7r7NGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EbPNop2Gutk/s1600-h/ebay+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RilyAbr7NFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/G2gi11O4N8M/s1600-h/ebay+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Ril11br7NSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/57gclYSKAQc/s1600-h/ebay+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055701617525601570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Ril11br7NSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/57gclYSKAQc/s200/ebay+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the ride at the little funfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are a lot more to see but I am just too lazy to take pictures.Hehe..Some are too huge that it couldn't fit into my camera screen.Hehe&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Ril11br7NSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/57gclYSKAQc/s1600-h/ebay+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/19291637-5008527322546405258?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/5008527322546405258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=5008527322546405258&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/5008527322546405258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/5008527322546405258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2007/04/pesta-tanglung-bunga-api.html' title='PESTA TANGLUNG &amp; BUNGA API'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</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/_CmvqeBZdlr4/Riluorr7M7I/AAAAAAAAADc/sgAEk1PfQRw/s72-c/ebay+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-2947708307703855650</id><published>2007-03-22T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:52:38.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Plan Keeps Failing</title><content type='html'>It's been 6 mths now, hubby and I have been trying hard for our 2nd baby. For the last 2 mths, my gynae gave me fertility tablets and it's still not helping. I even called a bidan to the house to urut and failed.Today, I went to see my gynae again. He did a scan and told me that my ovaries are not stimulated properly. Which is why it's kinda hard to conceive.&lt;br /&gt; He increased my dosage of medication to 3 tablets per day and asked me to go for a jab during my ovulations period which is on the 13th days. I do hope it works this time coz' when we tried for Keith, I never had this problem. 3 mths with the help fertility tablets, I conceived.Hai.......I am beginning to give up trying already coz' I intend to have it by this year or else, don't want anymore.Well...wish me luck everyone...............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-2947708307703855650?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/2947708307703855650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=2947708307703855650&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/2947708307703855650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/2947708307703855650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2007/03/baby-plan-keeps-failing.html' title='Baby Plan Keeps Failing'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-7589673806989464890</id><published>2007-03-21T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T14:41:35.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo "Sueh" lar Today</title><content type='html'>This morning, I drove to myself to work since hubby was busy. I went to work 15 mins early and thought of parking my car first before swipping in since lotsa cars were jammed at the front door coz' some of us starts work at 8.15am.&lt;br /&gt; Today, I had to park quite far away from the building. Maybe because it was raining last nite and most of the operators drive to work. As I was walking towards my office building, my sandal gave way.Aaarrrrggggggghhhhh!!!!!!!! I cannot do anything to it because the whole part where I slipped my foot on came off. So, I had to walk to my car with one side barefoot. I was already halfway walking and had to turn back and drive home. Luckily, no one was around to see me walking without one side of my sandal and I wasn't wearing high heels or else I'll be limping while walking.Hahaha...Normally, I had a pair of slipper in the car but hubby took it out and never put it back in the car.&lt;br /&gt; So, I had to call my colleague to come down and help me to swipe my card and then drive back home to change my sandal. Luckily, my house is about 10-15 mins drive from the office. If I were to stay in K.L., die lar...Sure have to take half day off.Hehe....Too early also no shoe shop is open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-7589673806989464890?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/7589673806989464890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=7589673806989464890&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/7589673806989464890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/7589673806989464890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2007/03/soooo-sueh-lar-today.html' title='Soooo &quot;Sueh&quot; lar Today'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-7525484849827497968</id><published>2007-03-20T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T15:23:25.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Permanent Link: Tag: 6 Weird Things About Myself" href="http://lilpeople.net/blog/?p=96" rel="bookmark"&gt;Tag: 6 Weird Things About Myself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh...So long never kena tag liau. This time kena from Sue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can sleep without a pillow underneath my head but I must hug something and sleep or else I'll feel so empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like to eat alone. I felt silly eating alone. I'd rather not eat if I am alone.Haha..coz' I like to chit chat while I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Same as &lt;a href="http://www.lilpeople.net/blog/"&gt;Sue&lt;/a&gt;. I like to buy stationeries and keep since I was young. So heartache wanna use coz' so nicelah, cutelah, unique lah, etc.Even now I've been collecting it for my kids. Keith has a drawer full of stationeries and so as Ruby.Hehehe...Whenever I go overseas, I'll search for stationeries.Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I cannot eat nor drink bitter food. Anything bitter enter my mouth, I'll either get choke or vomit. I remembered once I had diarrhoe and went to a chinese Sinseh. He gave me 16 packets of chinese powdered herbs and made me drink one in the shop. It took me one hour to drink and I only had a few sips. The sinseh even gave me some asam (stand by in case I vomit).Seeing me suffering and drinking, he cut down from 16 to 12 and then to 8 and at last change to charcoal tablets for me.Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have the habit of taking of my slipper/shoes/etc whenever I sit in the car. Once, I left one of my slipper outside the car and went out for dinner. When I reached the destination, I search high and low for my slipper. Went back and saw my slipper on the car porch.Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Same a &lt;a href="http://www.lilpeople.net/blog/"&gt;Sue&lt;/a&gt;, I can keep eating the same dish or food over and over again and never get bored of it. Whenever hubby ask me what I wanna have for dinner, I'll say the same thing. He'll get so fed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to tag someone. Need to know how weird these people are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://jesslyn.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jesslyn&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://tracy-elydes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://joshualai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hui Sia&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://www.julianmorin.com/blog/"&gt;Julianmorin&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://sashablablabla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-7525484849827497968?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/7525484849827497968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=7525484849827497968&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/7525484849827497968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/7525484849827497968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-3691695819173263527</id><published>2007-03-16T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T09:04:31.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expired Peanuts (Continue)</title><content type='html'>I went back home and asked my maid last nite what did MIL do to the peanuts. My maid said she distributed it to her grandchildren and my greedy daughter was munching on it too and offered some to my maid. MIL even gave a packet to my maid. I was so pissed when I heard that. So, I told my maid that it's expired and she got a shock. I am really sick and tired of this old lady (*%@#&amp;*) and I am really loosing my patients. Whatever bad things that she's doing and I tell her in a very nice way not to do it, but still she'll do it. I think she'll only learn her lesson when one of her children or grandchildren get admitted in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt; I don't know what is wrong with this bloody old lady.  I told my husband that if my mom was still around, I don't think she'll be that silly. I was so angry that I really felt like crying. She betrayed me by doing it behind my back when I told her not to do so. I really really cannot stand this old lady already. She's driving me nuts. If I were to scold her, everyone will say that I am a bad DIL who bully her own MIL. But people won't understand what I am going through. Sometimes, I really wish my mom was still around to help me take care of my son. Inside me, I am really suffering and just couldn't take it anymore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-3691695819173263527?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/3691695819173263527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=3691695819173263527&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/3691695819173263527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/3691695819173263527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2007/03/expired-peanuts-continue.html' title='Expired Peanuts (Continue)'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-4927944969837601146</id><published>2007-03-15T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T14:20:12.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expired Peanuts</title><content type='html'>Today, I was kinda annoyed with my MIL. I went back home for lunch and found packets of MAS peanuts on the dining table. To my surprised, it was all expired (27/02/2006). My daughter came to the kitchen and I told her not to eat those peanuts coz' it's expired. Ruby told me that her grandma (my MIL) said each of the get a packet each. I was so shocked that she actually ask her grandchildren and children to eat those expired peanuts. What kind of grandma/mother/MIL is this.Worse still, my SIL who's pregnant had 2 packets of those expired peanuts. Don't tell me she's so silly to eat those expired peanuts when she knows it's expired.&lt;br /&gt; She should be throwing those peanuts away instead of giving it to the grandchildren and children to eat. I don't care whether she hate me or not but went and told her that those peanuts has already expired and it's not good to eat. It will lead to food poisoning. She answered me that the peanuts are still hard and can be eaten. I just told her to throw it away as it is bad for health.&lt;br /&gt; I do hope she don't feed my son and daughter when I came back to the office. I am sick and tired of her attitude. I told hubby about it and he just shook his head. I even told him to go and have a look later and tell his mom off if the peanuts are still on the dining table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-4927944969837601146?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/4927944969837601146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=4927944969837601146&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/4927944969837601146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/4927944969837601146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2007/03/expired-peanuts.html' title='Expired Peanuts'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-5249091974187659440</id><published>2007-03-06T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T15:42:13.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali Trip during CNY 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This year, we didn't celebrate CNY in Taiping nor in Kuching. We went to Bali instead for a family trip. I brought my dad along to Bali since he was alone in Kuching and my uncles and aunties went to KL for a holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to Bali in the evening on new year's eve. By the time we reached there for a family reunion dinner, it was almost 9pm. We went to Jimbaran beach for a very nice dinner. I saw a very big family celebrating reunion dinner there. Such a big happy family.Hehe...So nice. I wish I could do that when I am old. Celebrating reunion dinner and cny somewhere else with the whole family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, we were in Bali for 4 days 3 nights. It's my 2nd trip to Bali after 5 years. We went there for our honeymoon instead of Europe coz' it was winter during that time and we decided not to go. Hubby still owe me my Europe tour.Hehe...Guess I have to wait till the kids are a little older to go for that trip. I love Bali a lot compare to Phuket. It's so beautiful and relaxing. Very very low rate of crime coz' people there are so into GOD. Majority are Hindus. Guess that's why people named Bali as the "Island of God". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went for the Kecak dance and also the Barong dance on the 2nd day coz' they've never been for the show before except for hubby and I. The dancers are the same. We even went to Ubud to get some cheap carvings and souviners. We went to Uluwatu to visit the temple in the sea. It was a very beautiful place too&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN11u66eYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mGOv8ukp45U/s1600-h/IMG_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045005573573736834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN11u66eYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mGOv8ukp45U/s200/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Barong Dance "Lion"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN11O66eXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/79OJZZMBSn0/s1600-h/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045005564983802226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN11O66eXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/79OJZZMBSn0/s200/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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;/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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN3NO66eZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p9Bz3MixaOc/s1600-h/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045007076812290450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN3NO66eZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p9Bz3MixaOc/s200/IMG_1735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On the way to Ubud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN3Ne66eaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hPxMXOBtcAA/s1600-h/IMG_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045007081107257762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN3Ne66eaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hPxMXOBtcAA/s200/IMG_1744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Very holy temple at the back of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN3Nu66ebI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5al-zlVpQDY/s1600-h/IMG_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045007085402225074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN3Nu66ebI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5al-zlVpQDY/s200/IMG_1739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dad and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgOA0u66euI/AAAAAAAAADE/TFi5hcrY3Us/s1600-h/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045017651021773538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgOA0u66euI/AAAAAAAAADE/TFi5hcrY3Us/s200/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN3Nu66ebI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5al-zlVpQDY/s1600-h/IMG_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN-2O66eoI/AAAAAAAAACU/-Fg2d1h-yxk/s1600-h/IMG_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045015477768321666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN-2O66eoI/AAAAAAAAACU/-Fg2d1h-yxk/s200/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgOCJe66evI/AAAAAAAAADM/3Jm9h2lvk9w/s1600-h/IMG_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045019107015686898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgOCJe66evI/AAAAAAAAADM/3Jm9h2lvk9w/s200/IMG_1737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Very huge bat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saw this bad in front of a shop. Never seen such a huge bat before. It's as big as a monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN3OO66ecI/AAAAAAAAAA0/icGimLgH3Js/s1600-h/IMG_1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045007093992159682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN3OO66ecI/AAAAAAAAAA0/icGimLgH3Js/s200/IMG_1755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Another holy temple and also Kecak Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN4ou66edI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m6w3La8ucjU/s1600-h/IMG_1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045008648770320850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN4ou66edI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m6w3La8ucjU/s200/IMG_1761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045008657360255458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN4pO66eeI/AAAAAAAAABE/bdOYDAA4F3s/s200/IMG_1760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beautiful scenary at Uluwatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgOCxe66ewI/AAAAAAAAADU/pD30E6yH_fw/s1600-h/IMG_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045019794210454274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgOCxe66ewI/AAAAAAAAADU/pD30E6yH_fw/s200/IMG_1776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sunset at Uluwatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN4pe66efI/AAAAAAAAABM/XgzWvKQ5mPc/s1600-h/IMG_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045008661655222770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN4pe66efI/AAAAAAAAABM/XgzWvKQ5mPc/s200/IMG_1769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kecak Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN4p-66egI/AAAAAAAAABU/kKz2cr-er1E/s1600-h/IMG_1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045008670245157378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN4p-66egI/AAAAAAAAABU/kKz2cr-er1E/s200/IMG_1782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Monkey&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN4sO66ehI/AAAAAAAAABc/UTHFMO--4IU/s1600-h/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045008708899863058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN4sO66ehI/AAAAAAAAABc/UTHFMO--4IU/s200/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Monkey surrounded by fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kecak dance, is located at a temple where you can see sunset and beautiful view of the ocean. We were told to wear sarong coz' it's a temple ground coz' most of us were wearing shorts. The only thing that I hate is the monkeys. A monkey actually jumped up on Ruby's head when we were walking towards to Kecak dance area. Ruby was wearing a hair accessories which looks like a bunch of grape. Which is why the monkey jumped and tried to pull it. Luckily she was quick enough to push the monkey to the ground. My dad tried to kick the monkey but it ran away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith was sleeping and we had to use the stroller to the Kecak Dance area. When we reached there, we had to carry him because there were no place to keep the stroller. Guess what??He did his big job at the wrong time and I had to walk so far with hubby to clean him up. While walkign towards the toilet, I missed a step and fell on my knee. Got a big bruise on my knee. Luckily I was not carrying Keith or else both of us would have fall. We missed part of the dance but didn't bother coz' we've seen the show earlier. The dancers actually put a joss stick on the mask that they were wearing coz' they believe it is to ask permission from the Holy ones. The most horrible thing that happened was when the man dressed up as a monkey was on trance kicked a fire ball directly at a Japanese tourist. The place where she was sitting was a dangerous place but don't know why they still let her sit there. My dad was standing nearby and saw the whole thing. The fireball actually hit the Japanese girl and she fall backward on her chair and it burned the face, body and hair. Luckily, someone sitting nearby went and help her to put off some fire on her hair and clothes. Such a scary incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN9Me66ejI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Z30oMm1mUA/s1600-h/IMG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045013660997155378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN9Me66ejI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Z30oMm1mUA/s200/IMG_1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hotel breakfast area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN9Mu66ekI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CBiUYCUAfkI/s1600-h/IMG_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045013665292122690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN9Mu66ekI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CBiUYCUAfkI/s200/IMG_1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hard Rock Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN-2-66eqI/AAAAAAAAACk/H81lrjodLsA/s1600-h/IMG_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045015490653223586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN-2-66eqI/AAAAAAAAACk/H81lrjodLsA/s200/IMG_1811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Huge Teddy Bear outside of HRC Merchandise shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN9Ne66emI/AAAAAAAAACE/3TSM_5-lgeI/s1600-h/IMG_1821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045013678177024610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN9Ne66emI/AAAAAAAAACE/3TSM_5-lgeI/s200/IMG_1821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Keith braided his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's hair extension&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN9M-66elI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xhe_tK_gEaM/s1600-h/IMG_1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045013669587090002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN9M-66elI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xhe_tK_gEaM/s200/IMG_1814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Look at my braided hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN-2e66epI/AAAAAAAAACc/ute4t46Pg3w/s1600-h/IMG_1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045015482063288978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN-2e66epI/AAAAAAAAACc/ute4t46Pg3w/s200/IMG_1815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Manicure (My hand and Ruby's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgOA0e66etI/AAAAAAAAAC8/olKhg8DQELk/s1600-h/IMG_1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045017646726806226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgOA0e66etI/AAAAAAAAAC8/olKhg8DQELk/s200/IMG_1829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Massage area in the hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the 3rd day, it was a shopping spree. Ruby and I went and did our hair in a shop opposite the hotel. Looks like everyone is doing it so we went and did it too. After that, we went shopping for a few hours and had a very late lunch at Hard Rock Cafe. After lunch, we quickly went back to the hotel coz' it was about to rain. I out up bubble bath for the kids and went out with hubby again to grab some stuffs. Dad was in the room taking care of the 2 kids. Hehe... By the time we went back home, Ruby already dressed Keith up. At nite, I didn't follow them out for a drink as I need to take care of the 2 kids in the room. Don't dare to put them in the room alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN-3O66erI/AAAAAAAAACs/DCW5I2BFPTs/s1600-h/IMG_1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045015494948190898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN-3O66erI/AAAAAAAAACs/DCW5I2BFPTs/s200/IMG_1823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith's so called "Choo Choo Train"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgOAz-66esI/AAAAAAAAAC0/klWHIfLP3hI/s1600-h/IMG_1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045017638136871618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgOAz-66esI/AAAAAAAAAC0/klWHIfLP3hI/s200/IMG_1824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, our flight was at 1p.m. We did a bit of last minute shopping before we leave. When we reached LCCT, it was almost 4.30p.m. All of us got stuck in the aeroplane for almost an hour due to heavy rain. By the time we reached Subang, it was about 6p.m. I quickly bath Keith and bath him coz' we were suppose to meet up with my uncles and aunties in KL. We had dinner together that nite and left KL for Taiping at about 9.30pm. By the time we reached Taiping, it was almost 1a.m. Hubby and dad quickly carry our luggages into the house while I carried Keith into the room. We had our shower and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/19291637-5249091974187659440?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/5249091974187659440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=5249091974187659440&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/5249091974187659440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/5249091974187659440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2007/03/bali-trip-during-cny-2007.html' title='Bali Trip during CNY 2007'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</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/_CmvqeBZdlr4/RgN11u66eYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mGOv8ukp45U/s72-c/IMG_1732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-117023331399612888</id><published>2007-01-31T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T16:48:35.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Keith</title><content type='html'>Last nite, my maid, Keith and I went to the nite market. It's been almost a year since I last went. Keith was kinda excited coz' there were lotsa things to see and also people.&lt;br /&gt; First, I went to the fruit stall to buy some fruits. Keith saw a pear in a box on the floor.He quickly grabbed it and wanted to throw the pear. I quickly grabbed it from him and put it back in the box. Next, we went to the buns stall. As I was about to move away from the stall after purchasing some cakes and buns, Keith quickly grabbed a coconut bun and squashed it. The tray was the same level with his forehead and he still manage to grab something. I had to pay for that bun coz' it's squashed and the plastic is torn. When I was about to move, he grabbed another bun from the tray below. This time, it's the chicken floss bun. I was so angry coz' he squashed the bun again and I had to pay for it. This time, I grabbed both his hands with my left hand and pay the bun with my right hand. He was trying to free himself and tried to bite me. I carried him and proceed to the next stall.&lt;br /&gt; I was tired of carrying him and let him down for awhile. While I was busy paying for my vegetable, Keith grabbed a tomato and he tried to squash it again. I quickly took it from his hand and put it back into the basket. This boy is really giving me a headache. Next, we went to the stall selling all sorts of stuffs from China. Here,I had to squat down to see all the items. As I let Keith go, he tried to step on the accessories on the floor. This boy is trying to destroy people's stall. I told myself that's it. We are going back home coz' I just couldn't stand him anymore. I bought some biscuits from my last stall and Keith was already eating my head to have one.&lt;br /&gt; I told hubby about what happened and he couldn't stop laughing. When we reached home, I changed Keith and took off his diaper coz' I was potty training him. Guess what this little fella did???He was standing very quietly in front of the tv and I felt suspicious about it. When I went near him, he started kicking with his right leg. I was wondering what this little fella was doing. At last, something flew out from his pajama pants and landed on the floor. He did his poo poo and didn't inform anyone at all. The poo poo must have got stuck and he started kicking so that it'll come out. Luckily, his poo poo was hard. There were a few tiny ones on my carpet as well. I was really really mad at him and didn't know what to do? I felt like laughing for his nonsenses and crying for being so mad at what he did throughout the nite. The only thing I did was biting him bum coz' I really felt so "geram" with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-117023331399612888?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/117023331399612888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=117023331399612888&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/117023331399612888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/117023331399612888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2007/01/naughty-keith.html' title='Naughty Keith'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-116980447842371776</id><published>2007-01-26T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T10:02:47.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, X'mas and Birthday in Kuching</title><content type='html'>I know this is a delayed post but what to do? I was too busy to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was back in Kuching from the 23rd till the 31st December 2006. It was fun actually, being with the whole family and relative during festive season and I manage to gain my 2kg back after the food poisoning. With all the yummy food which I've missed since the last I went back. It's worthwhile to gain weight..Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;I've set up my on the same evening when I reached Kuching. Everyone seems to be too 'old' to fix the X'mas tree, so I had to do it myself. We had a very expensive dinner during X'mas eve and everyone was complaining about it. It's not worth what we've paid for RM1600 for 20pax including 3 children. My sister and I split the bill. But at least the children were having lotsa fun. They were happily dancing next to a life band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/177782/ebay%20066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/176821/ebay%20066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/707170/ebay%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/357228/ebay%20067.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/976695/ebay%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/674700/ebay%20077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/847428/ebay%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/871566/ebay%20074.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/805424/ebay%20080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/892260/ebay%20080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big happy family.Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/166948/ebay%20087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/793368/ebay%20087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sis and I&lt;br /&gt;Dad and his GF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/317823/ebay%20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/215936/ebay%20093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my sis&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and BIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/424030/ebay%20086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/459560/ebay%20086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/42565/ebay%20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/979527/ebay%20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got our chubby cheeks trade mark from dad.Hehe&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/886899/ebay%20085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On X'mas day, the kids were so excited with the X'mas gifts. They just couldn't wait to open their gifts and has been eating my head since they opened their eyes. I've got hubby a shirt that he wanted to buy but was reluctant due to the price. But I manage to get discount for it.Hehe..Hubby got me a very very lovely diamond cross and a necklace.In the evening, we went to church for X'mas mass. Then,we went out for dinner again. This time without my sister and her family (kids and hubby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/458907/ebay%20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/761212/ebay%20096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kid's busy opening their presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/807027/ebay%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/28090/ebay%20097.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;br /&gt;The next day(26th), we went out for dinner again. This time, hubby wanted to celebrate Keith's birthday and mine together. Keith slept off in the restaurant again. We never had the chance to cut the cake till we went back home. Hubby bought a tiny cake for Keith and chocolate cake for me. We celebrated my birthday 2 days early coz' hubby's going back on my birthday day. For my birthday, hubby got me a gold bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/328951/ebay%20107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/37248/ebay%20107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/7052/ebay%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/900806/ebay%20110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith and his cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 27th, hubby flight was around 1p.m.After leaving hubby at the airport, I received a call from my senior to go and do stock transfer at our branch in Kuching. I thought I am suppose to be on a holiday &lt;a href="mailto:#@%"&gt;#@%&lt;/a&gt;*&amp;.... In the evening, I brought the kids to this place called "Jungle Bell". There were huge bouncing castels, games and food there. It's like a tiny fun fair going on. They really enjoyed it. Please view pictures below. Both of them got a bolster each (Hello Kitty and Barney) from playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/216988/ebay%20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/85783/ebay%20115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/769540/ebay%20120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/775885/ebay%20120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/330991/ebay%20121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/330991/ebay%20121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/330991/ebay%20121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/598263/ebay%20133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/598263/ebay%20133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/330991/ebay%20121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/598263/ebay%20133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/598263/ebay%20133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/531646/ebay%20133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/330991/ebay%20121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/934886/ebay%20121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/598263/ebay%20133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to work on the 29th coz' I have to do stock take for Kuching branch. Hai...What to do? At least I kill 2 birds with one stone hehe and I get to claim back my air ticket, accomodation, food, etc..Hehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/425930/ebay%20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/153560/ebay%20102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went back to KL on the 31st coz' I wanted to celebrate new year in KL.Hubby and I went to Hard Rock Cafe with his cousin coz' we feel that's the safest place. No fights and no disturbance from drunkards.Hehe...We went back home at about 2.30a.m. and I had to drive coz' hubby was drunk. I had to go back early coz' I know Keith is definitely wake me up early.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/306584/ebay%20139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/784495/ebay%20139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, I meet up with my best friend (Keith's god mom), her husband and mom for lunch. Both husband and wife came down for holidays.It was great to meet up with them again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-116980447842371776?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/116980447842371776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=116980447842371776&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116980447842371776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116980447842371776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2007/01/holidays-xmas-and-birthday-in-kuching.html' title='Holidays, X&apos;mas and Birthday in Kuching'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-116977951493476408</id><published>2007-01-26T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:54:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day at Genting (8th-10th Dec 2006)</title><content type='html'>I've should have posted this a long time ago but I was too busy. My company had a Family trip to Genting last month. But it was a very dissapointing trip. My maid, Ruby, Keith, hubby and I went for the trip. We had to pay extra for an additional room and also theme park tickets on a discounted price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/600300/ebay%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/546868/ebay%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/422394/ebay%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/817704/ebay%20032.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/101648/ebay%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/852467/ebay%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mysteria Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/85060/ebay%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/623155/ebay%20033.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, I was kinda busy as I was in charge of the room key distributions.Keith was a little sick at that time too. We brought him to the clinic to get some medication coz' he started purging. In the evening, we had a dinner together with all the big bosses. Everyone was staring at me coz' my hubby was the only punjabi there and Ruby was with me. All these while, everyone knows that Keith was my 1st child. But no one dare to ask me anything.Hehe..Anyway, after the dinner, we went for the Mysteria Show. It was a great show and the kids were enjoying it. Halfway through the show I started feeling uneasy. I quickly search for a plastic bag and vomitted inside it. I wanted to finish the show but just couldn't take it anymore. I told hubby to sit with the kids througout the show and I'll go back to the hotel first. I was feeling really uneasy and felt like fainting too. I dragged myself to the hotel room. The moment I reached, I went straight to the bathroom and vomitted again. After vomitting, I started to purged. Hubby came back with the kids 10 mins later. They didn't finish the show coz' Keith purged. All of us went to bed after that. Halfway sleeping, Keith sat up and vomitted on the bed and on my back. We quickly clean him up and then put him in the other room with Ruby and my maid. Hubby and I had to sleep on the smelly bed. Luckily, it was only in the middle. We were too tired to call for room service to change the bed sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/987572/ebay%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/682840/ebay%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Train ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/557182/ebay%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/36650/ebay%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/373010/ebay%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/625853/ebay%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gondola ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/140083/ebay%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/557326/ebay%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merry Go Round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/40062/ebay%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/663818/ebay%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Haunted House&lt;br /&gt;-Ruby insisted in entering the Haunted House. So, I paid for my maid and Ruby's ticket. Both of them came out after 20 mins. Ruby's eyes were swollen due to crying. My maid said both of them were practically hugging each other inside and Ruby was crying for "Mummy"..Hahaha...It was so funny when I imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day, Keith purged and vomitted again on the bed. I was too tired to go for my breakfast. I waited for the housekeeping ppl to clean the room and then I went to bed again. Then, they came back after breakfast. I went with them to the indoor theme park in First World. They went on the Gondola ride while I waited for them. I was really feeling so weak and felt like vomitting and purging but I just control myself coz' I didn't want to spoil everyone's holiday. After their Gondola ride, I told hubby to bring them for a few more rides while I went back to sleep. I was feeling really uneasy coz' the moment I felt like farting, I purged. After about 2 hrs, they went for lunch. I didn't want t0 go coz' I don't have the appetite to eat. The moment I smell oil, I felt like vomitting. Hubby sent my maid and Ruby to the theme park after that and sent Keith back to the hotel coz' he slept off.He went to the casino for awhile. I called hubby after about an hour coz' Keith was purging in while he's sleeping. I was too weak to clean him up alone. I had to use wet wipes to clean him coz' he was still sleeping. Hubby was not feeling well too. So, all 3 of us was sleeping till almost 3p.m. When all of us was a bit better, we went to the indoor theme park coz' I didn't want to waste the tickets. We went on a few rides and Keith was enjoying it. I don't know how many times we went on the train rides, gondola rides, etc.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel at about 6p.m. after meeting up with Ruby and my maid. I didn't go for dinner too coz' I still don't have then appetite to eat. All of us went to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/47307/ebay%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/248507/ebay%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reindeer ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/935645/ebay%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/315232/ebay%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keith 1st car ride alone.&lt;br /&gt;He's riding the tow truck all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we got up early and went for breakfast. We went for a few more rides and this time we had to pay. Ruby and my maid went in to Snow World. Hubby, Keith and I went for other rides. Keith is too young to enter Snow World while hubby and I went in the last time. After that, we checked out and kept our bags in the car coz' we wanted to go and&lt;br /&gt;play the machine games. This time, we really enjoyed ourselves.We exchange our tokens with mugs, stationaries, and a clock. We had KCF before we go back. Keith's purging became worse while mine was a bit okay. The only worried was our journey back to Taiping coz' Batang Kali is a jungle area and it's a bit difficult to find toilets. On our way down, Keith purged till his diaper overflowed and dripped all over my car seat. We had to stop at the Police station which looks like a castel to clean him up and also clean my car seat. Halfway down Batang Kali, he purged again. We were lucky coz' there was a waterfall recreation area with toilets. We went there to clean Keith again. Before reaching the end of Batang Kali road, Keith vomitted. We had to wait till we reach down and go to the nearest Oil station to clean him up. I was lucky that my tummy didn't give me any problem till we reach Sungai Perak. I only went and purged there.Hehe...The moment we reached Taiping, we went straight to see our family doctor. Guess what?? Both of us had food poisoning. Keith was on antibiotic while I was given 2 days MC. I've lost 2 kg with all the purging and vomitting while Keith lost 1kg. This was the most horrible experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-116977951493476408?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/116977951493476408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=116977951493476408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116977951493476408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116977951493476408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2007/01/family-day-at-genting-8th-10th-dec.html' title='Family Day at Genting (8th-10th Dec 2006)'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-116977469819777086</id><published>2007-01-26T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:08:08.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith's Latest Toy Edition &amp; 2nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>We bought this toy for Keith's birthday and it is dirt cheap. I never thought for a toy so huge can cost only RM40..I was laughing my head out when the shop assistant told me the price.Hehe....Please view the photos below and tell me what's your first impression. This excavator can rotate 360 degree and you can move the digger up and down and also to scoop up sand. I t comes with a "safety hat" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/782851/ebay%20152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/570665/ebay%20152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/66339/ebay%20153.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/66339/ebay%20153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/564700/ebay%20153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/85062/ebay%20154.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/66339/ebay%20153.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/85062/ebay%20154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/352888/ebay%20154.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, is Keith's 2nd birthday. We went out for dinner but he slept off. He woke up only when we came back home. I bought for him a chocolate ice cream cake. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/689014/ebay%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/521413/ebay%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We cut his cake at PIL's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/62176/ebay%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/558523/ebay%20050.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/170140/ebay%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/723080/ebay%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/305174/ebay%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/321903/ebay%20053.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/19291637-116977469819777086?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/116977469819777086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=116977469819777086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116977469819777086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116977469819777086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2007/01/keiths-latest-toy-edition-2nd-birthday.html' title='Keith&apos;s Latest Toy Edition &amp; 2nd Birthday'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-116893861438512131</id><published>2007-01-16T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:10:14.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EERIE...........</title><content type='html'>Hubby was away for a few days since last Thursday, on a trip to Pattaya. So, left Keith, the maid and I at home. That nite, at about midnite after watching a movie, I switched off the tv and off all the lights to sleep. As I was about to dose off, Keith got up and was in a sitting position. I was really sleepy at that time and I kept pushing him down to sleep back. But, he didn't want to sleep. I've asked him why he didn't want to sleep and he told me that he was scared. At last, he slept on top of me. The next morning, when I got up, I saw at least 8 bruises on my right thigh. I told myself that's strange as I didn't knock myself anywhere.&lt;br /&gt; Hubby came back on Sunday nite and I showed him my bruises and told him that Keith was being scared. The next day, hubby called up his Malay worker and told him about it. His worker said he'll buy ikan puyu for us to keep in the house so that evil spirit will not harm us. His worker has 6 sense and can see things. When he came to our house to send the fishes, he told us that there is a thing in the kitchen describing it to us that it has an eye, a horn and long hair. He even asked me whether I want to see it or not. I told him "No way". He even explained that when the thing is in the house, it is hard for me to conceive coz' it'll take it away whenever I get pregnant. That explains why I never get pregnant for the past few months of trying. I was angry when I heard that coz' I didn't even harm them, but why must they disturb us. I told hubby's worker to get people to get rid of those things in my house.&lt;br /&gt; That nite (last nite), he brought at least 5 Malay men to my house at about 10p.m. to get rid of all those things. Keith, the maid and I were in the room when they were doing their work. They started by spraying diluted viniger all over the house. It was kinda scary to see the way they catch all those things. They'll do it like as though they are sucking in their breathe. The ikan puyu jumped out of the aquarium while they were doing their ritual thingy.When they came to the masterbed room, one of the men asked my son where is the 'hantu'. He (Keith) then, pointed at the corner and the man confirmed it. I can feel goosebump all over my body. Keith sat down on my lap quietly while we all watched the men do their work. Normally, Keith will not sit down quietly but this time, he just sat on my lap and watch.  3 of them were holding an empty bottle each to put those 'things' inside. After that, they showed Keith the bottles. He was excited seeing the bottles.&lt;br /&gt; According to one of the men, the most was in my maid's room downstairs. Mostly child spirits. My maid did told me when she newly came to work with me that she was as though dreaming when a few children opened her room door. Ruby refuse to sleep alone in her room whenever she comes back and I did experience bad dreams and bruises whenever hubby is away. The men told us that hubby has something in him that is protecting him. Keith is a very strong boy coz' he was not afraid at all. He even has a little girl 'friend' playing with him. This really freaks me out. No wonder he always wanna play and refuse to sleep at nite. In the afternoon, whenever I go back to PIL's place for lunch, I'll go back to my house for awhile. Keith will always scream and cry to follow me back. Like as though someone is playing with his toys and he doesn't like it. Keith always said 'bye bye hantu 'to my other two rooms whenever we were walking down the staircase in the morning.The men even told us that my maid constantly have headache which is very true.&lt;br /&gt; All these explains why PIL's dog always howl. The first time when Keith scare us with a tummy ache in the morning, it was the evil spirit that makes him scared till he almost fainted. The men told us that they'll seal Keith's third eye so that he won't see things anymore and he'll seal all four corners of our house for protections. The 'Taman' where I am staying used to be a jungle and these 'things' has been staying here for a very long time. The irressponsible developer never do their prayers before developing which is why all these 'things' are still around.&lt;br /&gt; A guard used to tell us that he saw snake with 7 heads, a human with eyes all over it's body, etc. before the development of the new houses nearby my house.&lt;br /&gt; Eventhough I am a Christian and I am not suppose to believe in ghosts, etc. but with all these things going on in my house, it really freaks me out. I do hope it's all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-116893861438512131?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/116893861438512131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=116893861438512131&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116893861438512131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116893861438512131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2007/01/eerie.html' title='EERIE...........'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-116487641835858192</id><published>2006-11-30T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:30:52.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith's New Bed</title><content type='html'>Finally, Keith's new bed has arrived. I've started to let Keith sleep on the mattress on the floor a few months ago since we are planning for a baby next year. But, he'll wake up middle of the nite and climb up the bed and sleep in between the two of us everynite. I've tried to trick him so many times by sleeping with him on the mattress but he'll leave me and climb up the bed by himself and then tell me "Goodnite". The other day, we saw this bed in a furniture shop and Keith was so excited and started to clim up the bed. So, we've decided to purchase it hoping that he'll sleep on the bed. Well, I hope tonite he'll sleep on his new bed and let mummy and daddy hug each other and sleep.Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/8179/ebay%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/963085/ebay%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and buy 4D "My car number is 168"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/940877/ebay%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/698928/ebay%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this a lorry or a car. So hard to turn the steering wheel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby's been very selfish lately and will always get angry when I let the little fella sleep on the bed with us. He feels that I've been paying more attention to Keith. Well of course I have to coz' he's still young. When it comes to 2nd baby planning, hubby will always tell me one is enough. He felt that if we have a 2nd baby, he won't have my attention anymore. Sometimes, I felt hubby's being selfish and never think that his children are still young and needs me more than he does. I've never neglected him. It's just that we don't have much time for each other like we used to when we were childless. Of course he can have my attention day and nite coz' I don't need to pay attention to others.&lt;br /&gt;He complained that I never go on a holiday alone with him. That's becoz' he never asked. He said I always drag Keith along with us whenever we go on a holiday. That's becoz' MIL is going somewhere and no one is at home to take care of Keith. We'll never leave Keith alone with the maid. Most of the time, hubby goes out drinking with his friends and would come home at wee hours. During the weekends, he's somewhere with his friends and spending his weekends with his friends. Leaving Keith, my maid and I alone. He's never take the initiative to bring Keith swimming, to the playground or even out for a meal alone. When I pointed out these issues, he just kept quiet. He expect me to handle Keith by myself with the help from my maid and yet complaint about me not paying much attention to him. Sometimes, I felt so envy seeing other parents bringing their children out to the park, etc. and spend their weekends together. If we are in KL for the weekend, he'll leave the kids (Including my step daughter) with me and go out clubbing with his friends. When I expect him to bring the children shopping, visit the zoo, etc. He'll be too tired to wake up the next day coz' he'll came back during wee hrs and expect us to wait for him to get up at 11am or 12 pm.When I planned on something, he'll just say "You bring the kids and I'll stay at home". That remarks always make me blow my top coz' I expect him to bring the children along with me.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand what is so hard for him to be more responsible with the kids and spend more precious time with them. No wonder my son and stepdaughter are so attached to me.So hard for me to persuade him for baby no.2. I hope in a few months time, I'll bring good news for everyone.Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-116487641835858192?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/116487641835858192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=116487641835858192&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116487641835858192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116487641835858192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/11/keiths-new-bed.html' title='Keith&apos;s New Bed'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-116409578279415070</id><published>2006-11-21T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:56:22.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummy Ache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This morning, Keith really gave all of us a scare. I was about to leave my house to send Keith next door (MIL's hse) and leave for work, when Keith started complaining tummy ache. I rub Yu Yee Oil on his tummy and carried him to MIL's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; As usual, I'll lie him down on the mattress and give him his bottled milk and leave for work. My maid came and carried him since he was a little "manja" and complained tummy ache. He was still whining when I came out of the house. Suddenly, my maid carried Keith out of the house, walking towards me. He was so pale and looks as though he was about to faint. He was sweating and his feet became pale too.I quickly asked my maid to carry him into the car and asked hubby to drink to the clinic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The clinic open at 9am only. So, we rush him to the A&amp;E next door. No doctor was around. The nurse called the paed while we waited in the room with Keith. I put him on the bed and offered him his milk. He look so weak and pale. I was so worried till tears started to roll down my cheeks. My maid was so worried till she was crying too. Keith slept off for about 5 mins and got up when hubby's hp started to ring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hubby was feeling restless coz' the paed was no where to been seen after half an hour of waiting. He went and asked the nurses where the hell is the doctor. We were about to leave to go to GH when the paed came. By that time, Keith was feeling much better. The Dr. only said that it might be a viral thingy that causes him to have tummy ache. He gave him a bottle of medicine and we are suppose to give him when necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I am really pissed with the service in this hospital. Getting really sick and tired with the services in the Private hospitals in Taiping. They are not efficient enough. Imagine if there is anything serious at that time, what is going to happen to my son. Sometimes, I really felt like shifting back to Kuching. At least, we've got everything there and the people are more efficient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-116409578279415070?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/116409578279415070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=116409578279415070&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116409578279415070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116409578279415070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/11/tummy-ache.html' title='Tummy Ache'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-116321283640777278</id><published>2006-11-11T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:40:36.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeparaya at Silverstone Clubhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This year, my company decide to held a Deeparaya celebration at the clubhouse. At first, I was kinda reluctant to go. Then I told myself, it's the first time the company's having a gathering since I started working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I went there at about 10am. There were a few huge white canopy with lotsa food such as, fried mee, kueh teow, tosai, rendang, lemang, ice cream, variety of cookies and cakes, chendol, ice kacang, laksa, lontong, hot and cold drinks, etc. I saw lotsa hampers on the stage and the MC were calling our employee number and name to collect out lucky draw prize.Hehe...Luckily, I came. I brought along my maid, Keith and hubby. This is the first time my colleagues actually see hubby. They never see him in person as most of the time, he'll drop me off to work in the morning and pick me up for lunch. He never get out of the car. Most of them were staring at him. He went there with his baggy 3 quarter pants and t-shirts exposing his tattooes on both side of his leg. People must be wondering who the heck is this gangster.Haha.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Some of my colleagues even said that he looks like he's in his late 30's and I look like a college student. Haha.... I married an old man.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Keith was so excited too coz the music was going on and there were lotsa free food. He get to eat anything he wanted. He had 2 ice cream cone with a little ice cream in it too. Hubby left at about 12pm coz' I decided to stay a little longer hoping to get my lucky draw.Hehe...Those who didn't turn up to collect their prizes will be forfeited by the HR dept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I was busy helping my colleague who was one of the committee to pack some goodies for the HODs (head of departments) when I heard my name being called. I got a better prize instead of the hamper.Hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We went back at about 1p.m. After an hour, it began to rain heavily. Luckily, the weather was fine in the morning. I actually got a vacuum cleaner for my lucky draw..Hehe...This is the 1st time that I actually got an electrical item from lucky draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sorry everyone. I forgot to bring my camera on that day. So, no pictures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-116321283640777278?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/116321283640777278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=116321283640777278&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116321283640777278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116321283640777278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/11/deeparaya-at-silverstone-clubhouse.html' title='Deeparaya at Silverstone Clubhouse'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-116321173301685338</id><published>2006-11-11T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:22:13.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip To Philippines Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 24th October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Today is my shopping spree. MIL and SIL's MIL wanted to go for a SPA. We sent them to the SPA which is also in the same building where we're shopping.&lt;br /&gt; After shopping, we went to HRC for lunch. Then, the ladies decided to do a little shopping. We went back to the apartment at about 4.30p.m. to get bath and relax for awhile. At about 6p.m.,we going to another shopping complex which is quite far away. This shopping complex is something like Sg. Wang. I got a shock when I went into the mainentrance, there was a booth right in the middle selling guns. Is it legal in this country to own a gun???&lt;br /&gt; After a short tour around the shopping complex, we went to a Chinese restaurant for dinner. We went back to the apartment at about 9p.m. to do our packing coz' we are leaving quite early tomorrow. Hubby,Ranjit, his gf and I went to HRC to get some merchandise and also a couple of drinks. I went back to the apartment early coz' I needed to do packing. My shopping spree makes me ended up with 2 bags full of new clothes.Hehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got up at about 5.30 am today. Our transport suppose to be here at 7am. I took my shower and did some last minute packing. Then, I woke Ruby up to get her clean up and changed. Keith is still in dreamland when our transport came.&lt;br /&gt; He got up almost 8a.m. and I got him changed in the van. He was yacking all the way to Clark while everyone was so sleepy in the van. He was such a good boy and manage to sit down quietly in the van.&lt;br /&gt; At the airport, we scanned all our bags and even have to take off our shoes for scanning. The queue was quite long when we reached there. By the time it's our turn, we saw an old man trying to talk to the lady at the check in counter. He was speaking in Malay and the lady couldn't understand him. At last, the lady asked hubby to translate for her.Apparently, this poor man got robbed 2 days ago. He had no money to pay for his airport tax. If he never pay, he cannot go through the immigration to go back. We felt pity for the old man and decided to pay for him. He was in tears when he was explaining to us what had happened to him. He told us that he was here with a close friend and the friend left him after he got robbed. The robbers pointed a gun on his head and he gave them all his money, watch, handphone and a gold ring.He begged them for some money and they've only given him RM10 back. He still have his wallet with him but without money. He's a police pensioner from Sri Aman and this was his first time going for a holiday out of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt; At the immigration, he was pulled aside by the officer. Again, he was speaking in Malay and they couldn't understand him. They wanted to handcuff him coz' he had overstayed. Hubby explained to them that he got robbed a few days ago. I guess it's quite common for this thing to happen there and they let him go. At the boarding area, I've bought a box of doughnuts to eat and a few bottles of water. I gave the old man 2 doughnuts and a bottle of water. He must have been hungry for not having any money to eat. He was kinda worried that he cannot board the plane to go back. He lost all his contact numbers and he didn't know how to contact his family members. He has 2 sons in KL but don't know how to contact them.Hubby and I decided to buy him an air ticket to go back once we reached KL, if his family members didn't turn up at the airport.&lt;br /&gt; On the aeroplane, I bought a sandwich for him even thought he said he's full. It's a four hours journey and I am sure he'll be hungry. At the airport, his daughter in law was there waiting for him. He was so happy and kept thanking both of us.&lt;br /&gt; We went back staright to Taiping and reached there almost 10p.m. FIL called and wanted us to join him for dinner but we were all to tired to go. At home, while I was busy unpacking, I realised one of the bag was not in the room. I asked hubby to go downstairs and bring it up. Hubby searched the whole living room and couldn'y find it. At last, I realised that I forgot to carry it from the belt at the airport. Hubby quickly called the lost and found at LCCT. We managed to get them after numerous calls. They'll send the bag to Penang airport on the first flight tomorrow morning.Phew...That bag was full with our new jeans and t-shirts.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-116321173301685338?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/116321173301685338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=116321173301685338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116321173301685338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116321173301685338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/11/trip-to-philippines-part-3_11.html' title='Trip To Philippines Part 3'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-116193798587817261</id><published>2006-10-27T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:24:01.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip To Philippines Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23RD OCTOBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, we got up at about 7.30am. We are going for a tour which costs RM300 per person. We'll be visiting the Volcano at Tagaytay. I got the kids ready before 8.30am and Ranjit was suppose to buy breakfast for us. He didn't turn up at all. Guess he was too sleepy coz he didn't sleep the day before. Our transport arrived at 9am sharp. Hubby sent us down and wanted to buy breakfast for us. But I told him no need as the van was about to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/386231/ebay%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/320/833295/ebay%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a lady in the van who's also a Malaysian from Malacca, joining the tour. Our tour guide was explaining to us about the city and etc. He told us that Makati used to be a swap and a lot of mosquitoes. In tagalog, Makati means itchy and that' how the city got its name. The journey to the volcano is about 2 hours. On our way, we stopped at the petrol station to get something to eat and drink. I was very particular when it comes to buying food. I'll always check the date before buying it. Being silly, I went to the counter and asked is the dated stated on the muffins corret as I didn't realise that the month comes first then only the date as it was stated 12/04/06.Hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/170875/ebay%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/844740/ebay%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; In the Jeepnee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/306630/ebay%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/599349/ebay%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;View of the Jeepnee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/768138/ebay%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/593518/ebay%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first stop was a very old castle which used to be an entertainment place for the big shots. But now it is abandoned. Nothing much to see as the whole place left only the structure without the roof top. Hehe...Keith was excited with the jeepnee. That's the local transport there. We have to take the jeepnee in order to reach the hill top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/507556/ebay%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/558355/ebay%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/58799/ebay%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/994491/ebay%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View from on top&lt;br /&gt;of the castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/146503/ebay%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/320/406660/ebay%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On top of the castle, we can actually see the view of the volcano which is located at a nearby island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, we went to the monitoring station which is monitoring the volcano. The last time this volcano errupted was in 1969 and it has errupted for 33 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/195549/ebay%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/644198/ebay%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/683539/ebay%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/943363/ebay%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hen, we went to a place which looks like those cheap chalet at Langkawi for lunch. We were all sitting in a hut by the lake facing the volcano and the food was nice. Keith was sleeping while we were having our lunch peacefully. I woke him up to have his lunch after that. Being too excited, he refuse to eat nor drink his milk. It was only about 1pm and that about it for our trip. If we wanna go to the island, we need to pay separately. So, I decided to pay for my family to go to the island since we are here. I paid 3000pesos which is about RM225 just to charter a boat to the island. Everyone has to wear the life jacket which was stuffed with only styroform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/247378/ebay%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/261332/ebay%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/656634/ebay%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/319204/ebay%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith getting ready to&lt;br /&gt;enter the boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/51591/ebay%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/125465/ebay%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/402280/ebay%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/320/228066/ebay%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith was really excited as it was his first time sitting on a boat but Ruby was kinda scared. When we reached there, we had to hire a pony each to go up the mountain to see the volcano.Each of us have to pay 500pesos. I even have to pay for another pony for the boatman to be our tour guide.Keith was riding with me when a man came and stopped my pony asking for another 250 pesos for Keith. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/402757/ebay%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/713588/ebay%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw kinda pissed coz' he's only a toddler and he's riding with me on a same pony. Not wanting to argue with him, I just paid him. I was holding on to Keith tightly as he was getting really excited and kept on moving his tiny bum. While we were riding halfway, the man who was guiding our pony jumped up and sat behind me. I was feeling irritated becoz of his sweat and he was sitting too close to me. Ewww!!!!!But luckily, it was only for awhile.The journey up there takes about 20 mins and it was kinda dangerous because of the slopes and big rocks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we almost reached the top, I saw smokes coming up from the ground. When we passed by, I can feel the heat coming up from the ground. There was nothing much there actually. When we looked down, it's like a lake below but you can see smokes coming up as the water down there is boiling. MIL and SIL's MIL had some coconut juice before we ride down again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we reached the bottom of the mountain, the stupid fella was asking me for money again. This time, it's tips for all the ppl who guided the ponies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Money...money..money.....I got really irritated with them...Children are running after me and begging for money. I didn't want to give it to them coz I know, all of them are going to come after me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so happy to see my tour guide as I can escape from paying money again.But then again, I was wrong. I was asked to pay for the drinks that we had during lunch. I thought it was suppose to be paid by the tour company together with our lunch....AAARRRGGGG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the time we reached the apartment, it was about 6pm. Hubby called and asked whether we want him to pack dinner back or go out.We all decided to go out. I have about 45mins to get ready. I filled up the bath tub with bubbles and put the kids inside to bath while I wash the clothes. Keith did his poo poo in the tub again. I had to transfer both of them to MIL's bathroom to shower and asked MIL to get both of them changed while I wash the clothes and shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to somewhere nearby for indian food. The food was great. After dinner, we went back to the apartment. Hubby went out with Ranjit again while all of us went to bed early. Tomorrow will be full day shopping.Hehehe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-116193798587817261?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/116193798587817261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=116193798587817261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116193798587817261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116193798587817261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip-to-philippines-part-2.html' title='Trip To Philippines Part 2'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-116185333296392697</id><published>2006-10-26T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:38:39.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deepavali was great as I still have my share of "Ang Pow" from my in laws and hubby's uncles and grandma.Hehe...But I am at a loss too coz' I have to give out "Ang Pow" to the kids...With Deepavali and Chinese New Year celebration, I am losing a lot of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;22ND OCTOBER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This long holidays, Hubby, Ruby, Keith, MIL, SIL's MIL and I went to Philippines. Our flight is at 7.20am on Sunday. We reached the airport at about 6.30am and we were late. Hubby ran to the check in counter while carrying Keith while the rest of us were busy scanning our bags. LCCT was packed with ppl. We had to queue up to scan our bags.By the time we reached the counter, hubby was waiting for us to check in the bags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The flight was not full and Keith got a sit for himself. This will be his last infant/toddler fare as he'll be two by the end of the year. Keith was really excited to board the plane and he only slept during the last 1 hour journey. The journey to Philippines was 4 hours. We landed at Clark at about 11.20pm. Hubby's relative (Ranjit) came to fetch us with 2 of his company drivers. He's been working in the Philippines at Hard Rock Cafe, Makati for two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we landed, we have to sit in the 4WD for another 2 hours to reach Makati. On our way, we packed KFC for lunch. Throughout the journey, I saw Mexico, Angeles, etc. written on the signboard. The cars and road are driven on the left side. I felt like as though I was in USA except for the scenery.Hehe...I saw many huge billboards along the way and even in the city. Most of it was destroyed during the storms which hit Philippines. By the time we reached the apartment, it was about 3.30pm. We were staying at one of the MAA director's apartment. He's a Malaysian and was away for his Raya holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The moment the luggages were in the room, I quickly unpacked and filled the bathtub with bubbles for the kids to bath. I was busy washing all the dirty clothes while Keith and Ruby played in the tub. Suddenly, Keith started to poo poo inside. Ruby jumped out of the bathtub while I quickly carry Keith to the toilet bowl.I had to ask hubby to release the tub water and refill it again while I picked up the poo poo from the bath tub. Hubby splashed hot water all over it before refilling it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/1600/57710/ebay%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7436/1906/200/251722/ebay%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After shower, we went out for dinner at Hard Rock Cafe. It was located about 10 mins walk from the apartment. Hard Rock Cafe is inside a very huge shopping mall. After dinner, MIL, SIL's MIL, Ruby, Keith and I went shopping while Hubby and Ranjit went to a pub nearby to watch Liverpool vs Manchaster United. We were suppose to walk back to the apartment using the overhead bridge linked to a departmental store. Business hour is till 9pm . By 8.20pm, we walked to the departmental store called The Landmark to use the overhead bridge. But when we reached there, it was already closed. I called Ranjit and told him about the situation. He came after that with his friend to fetch us back by car to the apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's shopping really blow a hole in hubby's pocket.Hehehe..... At the apartment, Keith refuse to sleep and walking in and out of my room and MIL's room. For awhile he wants to sleep with MIL, then with me, etc. At last, he decided to sleep with me coz' he don't want me to hug Ruby to sleep. He was pushing and hitting Ruby coz' he don't want her to touch me. At last, I had to sleep with him on the bed while Ruby sleep on mattress on the floor. We have to get up early for our trip to the Volcano tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-116185333296392697?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/116185333296392697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=116185333296392697&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116185333296392697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116185333296392697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip-to-philippines.html' title='Trip to Philippines'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-116115493282967678</id><published>2006-10-18T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T15:07:52.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM LAZY TO BLOG</title><content type='html'>I have not been busy lately but lazy to blog. Since I am too free today doing nothing in the office, I shall blog a little.Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, hubby was down with chicken pox and this was suppose to be his 2nd time. He started off with a very bad fever and body aching. When I first saw the blister kinda rash on his chest, I told him he's having chicken pox. But I ended up "kena marah" from him. He said I've got a *%#@ mouth. The next day, a few more spots around his body and face. This time, I told him to go and see a doctor to confirm whether it's chicken pox or something else. Haha...I was right. It is chicken pox. I knew it from the beginning as I've got mine last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to change bedsheet in my masterbed room and kicked hubby to the guest room as I wouldn't want Keith to get infected as well. Poor hubby, feeling restless and having severe headache for the first few days. He was at home for a week. On the 2nd week, he had to go to work as it was his busy period and no one can help him to do his work. No choice, he went to work wearing long sleeves,jeans and a cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda worried when hubby began to heal as this is the time where the virus starts to spread to those unlucky ones. Keith is my main concern as we were suppose to go on a trip in two weeks time and I do not want him to fall sick and spoilt our family trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after two weeks, still no sign n CP...hehe...I guess Keith does have a very strong immune system. Thanks to my breast milk........Staying under one roof with me having chicken pox last year and hubby this year proofs that.....Keith is a very strong boy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Keith has been showing his grandma that he's using his brain to think in order to reach for the things he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Incident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL has been pushing all her fridge magnets high up so that Keith won't be able to reach and pull every single magnets down. This smart little fella opened the drawer and took the ladle to pull all the magnets down.Hahaha....Talk about outsmart him. He outsmart my MIL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Incident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;MIL was eating muruku and offered some to Keith. She didn't want to give him so much as it was kinda hard and she don't want him to get choke. After asking a few times from MIL and she refuse to give, this little fella went to the kitchen and opened the kitchen cabinet and took out the whole container of muruku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Incident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL always ask the maid to put Keith in the babycot whenever she's mopping or sweeping the floor. Today, the maid was busy mopping and put the pail near to the cot but not at a reachable distance. This little fella used his leg instead to pull the pail near to the cot and started playing with the water with his legs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-116115493282967678?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/116115493282967678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=116115493282967678&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116115493282967678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/116115493282967678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-lazy-to-blog.html' title='I AM LAZY TO BLOG'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-115812105465961293</id><published>2006-09-13T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:28:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to Aquaria KLCC</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago, we went to Aquaria KLCC. The entrance was kinda expensive but as long as the children enjoys it, it's worth the money. Adults ticket was ARM28 each while children between 3 to 12 was RM22. Foreigner pay extra RM10. This post will be more on pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/ebay%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith, Ruby and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/ebay%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/ebay%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/ebay%20028.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/ebay%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Couple..Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20045.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/ebay%20045.1.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20044.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/ebay%20044.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20051.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/ebay%20051.1.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20040.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid's Corner. Keith and Ruby looking at some fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20046.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/ebay%20046.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/ebay%20038.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shark reminds me of the&lt;br /&gt;time when I breastfeed Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20040.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/ebay%20040.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/ebay%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20048.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/ebay%20048.0.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/19291637-115812105465961293?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/115812105465961293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=115812105465961293&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115812105465961293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115812105465961293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/09/trip-to-aquaria-klcc.html' title='A trip to Aquaria KLCC'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-115638686424801089</id><published>2006-08-24T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:34:24.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Things that Keith Does</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incident 1:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Recently, I bought a box of Japanese cookies which is in a shape of a fish and filled with chocolate inside, for Keith. He brought the cookies to MIL's and  started to open the bag by himself. He manage to open it nicely without tearing the whole bag. He took out the cookie and started sucking it. MIL took one and taught him to bite so that he could taste the chocolate.  When he bit the cookie, he made a mess and had some chocolate sticking to his fingers. When he saw his finger, he started flicking it and spit out the whole cookie from his mouth. Then, he started crying and running to my MIL and then to my maid. He kept telling "Teti" which means poo poo in Punjabi language.My MIL and my maid started laughing at him as he thought he had poo poo sticking to his fingers and he just put poo poo into his mouth. He only stop crying when my maid brought him to the washroom to wash his had and mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incident 2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last weekend, we went to Ipoh with my colleagues. We went to Jaya Jusco for shopping the whole day and left for Taiping at about 5p.m.&lt;br /&gt; While driving back,  I smelt something stinking in the car. At first, I thought the smell was coming from outside the car. Then, I asked my maid what's that smell? She told me that Keith took off his shoe. YUCK!!!It smells like rotten egg + cheese. EEwwwww!!!!I told the maid to wear back the shoe for him but he refuse to let my maid wear his shoe.&lt;br /&gt; He put his feet right up to his nose and smelt it by pulling a deep breath. Then, he told us "Emmm, Sedap!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incident 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Yesterday, my maid brought Keith for a walk from the back of MIL's house right up to the front. MIL's house is a corner lot. So, Keith has space to move about. In front of MIL's house, there is a mango tree. Keith picked up an unripe mango which is kinda tiny back inside the house. As my PILs were having breakfast, suddenly, he dropped the mango into FIL's tea. FIL was "Kang Chiong" for awhile as he thought something fell into his tea not knowing that Keith drop something into his tea. Keith told his grandpa "Scared, scared" coz' FIL was saying "What happened?!!!" in a very loud voice. MIL told FIL that KEith throwed something into his tea. When FIL asked him, he proudly answer him "Amber" which means mango in Punjabi. When he scooped up the "thing" in his tea, he started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; MIL always said that FIL will never scold Keith whenever he play with his radio tuner, etc. If anyone of us does that, for sure will get scolding from him. If FIL is sleeping on the couch, he'll call him "Baba" ( Grandpa in punjabi) so loud that FIL will wake up and answer him. If we did that, we might have gotten a slap from him.Haha..What to do? Pampered grandson. Grandparents will always pamper their grandchildren but not their own children. Hubby always said Keith is taking revenge on behalf of him as FIL always scold him or accuse him for something which he has never done. Sometimes, I do pity hubby as he's already a grown up and a father to a child, yet, FIL likes to humiliate him in front of relatives and friends. Luckily, everyone knows that he's a grumpy old man and always likes to humiliate his own children in front of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-115638686424801089?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/115638686424801089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=115638686424801089&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115638686424801089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115638686424801089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/08/silly-things-that-keith-does.html' title='Silly Things that Keith Does'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-115621252490325783</id><published>2006-08-22T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:08:45.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Incident</title><content type='html'>I have the habit of taking of my shoe, slipper or sandal whenever I enter the car. Last nite, I wore a slipper when we went out for dinner. When we reached the destination, we've got a nice parking which is right opposite the coffee shop. I quickly searched for my slippers and I've only manage to get my right slipper. I told hubby that I was not able to find my left slipper. He came over to my side and helped me to search for it. At last, hubby decided to "ta pau" since I can't find my slipper.&lt;br /&gt; While waiting for hubby to "ta pau" Keith climbed over to the driver seat and started playing with the wiper, water spray and also the high light. I had to stop him by asking my maid to carry him to the back seat. My maid haven't even touch him, he started screaming his lungs out. At last, when hubby came back with our food, he was chased behind.Haha.....&lt;br /&gt; On our way back, hubby said that I must have left the slipper outside the car before closing the door. When we reached the house, while waiting for our auto gate to open, we saw my slipper at the porch exactly where I entered the car.Haha......I kept wondering how can I be so silly to leave one slipper out of the car and wear the other one in the car without realising it.Hehe......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-115621252490325783?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/115621252490325783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=115621252490325783&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115621252490325783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115621252490325783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/08/funny-incident.html' title='Funny Incident'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-115578258021665287</id><published>2006-08-17T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T10:59:31.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pics</title><content type='html'>Last nite, Keith went to bed early. So, I took the chance to dig my drawers and rearrange all my stuffs as my all my drawers are full and the room was in a mess. I wanted to clear some space in the drawers to keep some of my stuffs which was lying on my dressing table for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was going through drawers after drawers, I've found my wedding album. It's been 4 years since the last I flipped through my wedding album. How I which I could be a bride forever. Young and beautiful. Not like now, put on weight, flabby tummy, stretch marks, no more hour glass shape, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was asking me what was I doing with our wedding album. I looked at him and said, "I was just admiring myself for beautiful, when I was a bride". Every bride is beautiful and that's the happiest day of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/wedding%20pics%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/wedding%20pics%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding picture in the&lt;br /&gt;living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/wedding%20pics%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/wedding%20pics%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Costume. Hubby looks&lt;br /&gt;so nice in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/wedding%20pics%20008.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/wedding%20pics%20008.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Costume.&lt;br /&gt;"My Hero."&lt;br /&gt;That's a real Tatoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/wedding%20pics%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/wedding%20pics%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Punjabi Costume.It's called a Lengha.&lt;br /&gt;Wore this for dinner at a Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant.Hehe... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/wedding%20pics%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/wedding%20pics%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening Gown. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/wedding%20pics%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/wedding%20pics%20004.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/wedding%20pics%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/wedding%20pics%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outdoor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/wedding%20pics%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/wedding%20pics%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/wedding%20pics%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/wedding%20pics%20011.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/wedding%20pics%20011.1.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/19291637-115578258021665287?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/115578258021665287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=115578258021665287&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115578258021665287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115578258021665287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/08/wedding-pics.html' title='Wedding Pics'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-115563458741563683</id><published>2006-08-15T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:36:27.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, we (BILs, SILs and the kids) were suppose to go to Lost World of Tambun.But, all of them change their mind and decided not to go. I was a little upset as we've planned this two weeks ago. Hubby went to Phuket with his friends and I thought I could bring Keith for a fun time since it was really hot here. At last, plan cancelled and I went to work on Saturday to replace my next working Saturday. In the evening, I brought Keith for a swim at the Club. He was enjoying himself since the water was warm. We had our dinner there and Keith slept off in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/320/ebay%20010.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we decided to go to the zoo, since Taiping is a boring town and no where to go. Keith was so excited to go to the zoo as he could see lotsa animals there. He could remember some of the animals which I've told him on our last trip. I was so surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/320/ebay%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the train ride around the zoo which is about 45 minutes ride. When we past the snake house, we saw the zoo staff with a python on the floor. Lotsa ppl were there to take pictures and touch the python. When out train stopped, we saw an albino python for ppl to pet. I felt so disgusted seeing the snake but Keith was so excited. He actually hold and touched the snake a few times. I've only touched it with my index finger.YUCK!!! It's so cold and soft.&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time Taiping Zoo actually brought the snake out for petting. I guess the management is trying to attract more ppl.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/320/ebay%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/ebay%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/320/ebay%20007.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/19291637-115563458741563683?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/115563458741563683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=115563458741563683&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115563458741563683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115563458741563683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend-at-zoo.html' title='Weekend at the Zoo'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-115442231673675879</id><published>2006-08-01T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:51:56.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Finding Nemo charater are you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/dory.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/320/dory.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              You're DORY, the happy fish with mad skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this link on Michelle's blog &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/Which%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20Are%20You%3F"&gt;http://www.quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/Which%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20Are%20You%3F&lt;/a&gt;. Try it and see which Finding Nemo chararter are you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-115442231673675879?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/115442231673675879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=115442231673675879&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115442231673675879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115442231673675879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/08/which-finding-nemo-charater-are-you.html' title='Which Finding Nemo charater are you??'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-115431734119528931</id><published>2006-07-31T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T11:42:21.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Great Weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;27th July 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After reading Sue's blog about Isaac fell off the bed, the same nite, Keith fell of the bed. He was sleeping on the bed while I was busy cleaning my cupboard. Suddenly, he was at a sitting position, near the edge of the bed.. Before I could get up and hold him, he fell backwards and onto the floor with a loud "THUD". Then, he started crying so loud and was holding his breath for awhile before a big "Waaaaa....."I was so worried and started to search for a cut or a "bungalow" on his head as he kept on rubbing his head. I wanted to cry at that time as I know he was in pain and also sleepy. It took me almost an hour to calm him down and put him back to sleep. I have to let him lie down on top of me while I tab him to sleep.&lt;br /&gt; The next day, I told my maid to keep and eye on him and if he started vomitting or having a fever, tell my MIL to send him to the hospital. But, he was alright after that.Thank GOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th-30th July 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hubby decided to go to KL after so long. It was a last minute plan and I was busy packing our clothes, etc during my lunch break. We left for KL at about 7.30p.m. We went to pick up my step daughter when we reached and went of to Subang Jaya, hubby's uncle's place. We usually stay at there when we go to KL. Keith was a good boy. He slept all the way to KL and only got up when we were about to reach Pandan Indah to fetch his sister. Like as though he knows we are nearby. He got so excited when he saw Ruby and started calling "che che".&lt;br /&gt; We reached Subang Jaya at about 11p.m. Hubby and I were planning to go clubbing and leave the kids behind with the maid. After so long, I've finally got the chance to go clubbing again. I was not worried about leaving the kids behind as Ruby is such a big girl now and she was able to take care of Keith for me with the help of the maid and at the same time, help me to keep an eye on the maid. I've told my maid not to distub me the next morning and help me to take care of the kids. Give Keith his milk and biscuits when he gets up and Ruby her milo and biscuits.&lt;br /&gt; After so long, finally I got the chance to dance as much as I can..Hehe....I love dancing and I love musics. I guess that's the reason why Keith loves musics and dancing too. I left KL for Subang Jaya at about 4a.m. after an enjoying nite out. Hubby insisted on driving and we switched driver halfway when he saw a long queue. I had to drive coz' hubby was drunk and I only had a few drinks and still sober. Hubby was suppose to tell me which junction to turn into Subang Jaya but he kept asking me to dring straight. It's been awhile since I last drove in KL and I am not sure about the turning back to Subang. At last, I ended up dring a big round back to Subang and paid toll twice. We only manage to reach home at about 5am.&lt;br /&gt; I got up quite early (8.30a.m.) coz' Keith was screaming his lungs out again and again at his sister. I've got no choice but to get up and see what was going on. At last, I couldn't sleep back anymore. My body and legs were aching after such a long hours of standing and dancing. I had to ask my maid to give me a massage and I was ok after that.&lt;br /&gt; I went for my hair treatment appointment at about 12pm and brought the kids out for lunch at about 2p.m. After that, aunty, my maid, Ruby. Keith and I went to Subang Parade for shopping. The management has renovated the place and it looks really nice. I can see quite a lot of people shopping. I manage to get some work clothes since it was Megasales. But, nothing is cheap nowadays, I spent a few hundreds but can only see a few items. We went back home at about 5.30p.m. and it was drizzling. We went to pack some nuggets from KFC for the kids to eat coz' we were going for a late dinner. Keith just love nuggets. The moment aunty brought the nuggets into the car, he started asking for it. I didn't give it to the kids as I wanted them to take their shower first.&lt;br /&gt; We went out for dinner at about 8.30p.m. Keith doze off in the car before we even reach the restaurant. We went back at about 12a.m. and hubby was asking me to join him and his friends at Hard Rock Cafe. I was too tired to go anywhere eventhough I love to join him and his friends. I slept like a baby till the next morning when Keith got up at 6.40a.m. It was raining heavily and I wanted to sleep longer. I hugged him and asked him to sleep again. All of us got up at about 9.30a.m. Hehe....&lt;br /&gt; We took our shower and packed our stuffs as it was time to go back. The kids went to wake up their father who was still sleeping. We left Subang for Hard Rock Cafe at about 11.30a.m. We wanted to have our lunch there before sending Ruby back and go back to Taiping. Lunch at HRC was great as the management hired a balloon specialist to entertain the kids as Sunday was a family day for them. Keith and Ruby got a teddy bear on a swing and also a poodle for Keith to walk with and a flower for Ruby to wear on her wrist. He's really good. Luckily he gave me a name card and hubby was saying that we should hire him for the kids function next time.We sent Ruby back at about 2.30p.m. She was kinda sad but we've got no choice.&lt;br /&gt; Hubby drove to Sg. Buloh and asked me to drive back. I was surprise as he'll never let me drive on a highway coz it was quite dangerous. I drove all the way to Tapah all the way at about 140-150km/hr and coaxed him into driving back to Taiping after that. I am a lazy driver and I dislike driving. I'd rather sit next to the driver and relax.Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *Photos will be posted later*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-115431734119528931?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/115431734119528931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=115431734119528931&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115431734119528931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115431734119528931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-great-weekend.html' title='What a Great Weekend!!!'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-115353922091687187</id><published>2006-07-22T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T11:53:11.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraser Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;14th-16th July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clock tower of Fraser Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keith and Sahil relaxing in the apartment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hectic weekends, hubby and I decided to go for a relaxing short trip to Fraser Hill. I've won a 2 nights at Fraser Pine's Resort from a contest. It's a 3 bedroom apartment. My SIL, BIL and their son (Sahil), cousin and 2 other couple (relative) went together since it's everyone's 1st trip except for 1 our our relative's countless trip. We didn't actually stayed at Pine's Resort as we've got a better apartment to stay which belong's to our relative's company. Very beautiful apartment with cooking facilities. But, we have to remove all the glass coffee table and side tables, lamps, etc. because of the two mischievious toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;The weather there was kinda cold as in colder that Genting and Cameron I guess as the record stated that Fraser's lowest temperature was 6 degree and that's really really cold. Basically, this is a no shopping trip. Only relaxation.Hehe....The only problem with Fraser Hill is the food. Hardly any nice proper food outlet. The 1st nite, we had plain fried rice which costs RM5 a plate. Later on, we packed burgers back to the apartment to eat. We can have more variaty during the weekend. Luckily, we manage to find a fried food stall selling yummy "goreng pisang, keropok lekor, goreng ubi, cekodok, karipap and popiah".Our relative even brought his own Astro card and DVD player to watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we got up at about 8a.m. I was surprise to find a 3 finger mark bruises above my ankle when I never even knock myself anywhere. I guess, someone must have come and visit me last nite while I was asleep. Spooky huh.....We all had really late breakfast and I was not feeling well after that. I've started having migrain and vomitting. I thought it was a mild one so I decided to join the rest to go to the Clubhouse (for golfers) to have a look at the hill top golf course. My migrain was so bad that I was vomitting countless time at the clubhouse. Luckily, Keith was asleep in his stroller and my maid followed me to the washroom. The Clubhouse was kinda spooky too as it was so huge and quiet. I didn't manage to get a picture of the dangerous golf course which is on a hill.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby decided to send me back to the apartment with the maid and Keith while the rest of them go and tour the town. I didn't actually get to rest as Keith got up the moment we reached the apartment. My maid helped me to massage my whole body so that I'll feel a little better. I couldn't sleep at all because Keith was awake. Only manage to chut my eyes and relax.&lt;br /&gt;Keith knock himself on the divan of the bed in my room and got a long bruise on his forehead. He cried for awhile and then off he go with his nonsenses again.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went out for teabreak and bought lotsa "karipap, pisang goreng, cekodok, keropok lekor, ubi" and went to a nearby shop for tea. After that, we went to the the horse range for a horse ride and archery but it was closed already. So, we went to the playground. Keith and Sahil was having a great time but I was vomitting by the drain.Haha....&lt;br /&gt;Even the big "Buffalos" was having a great time. See the pic and u know who am I referring to as "BIG BUFALLOS". We went back to the apartment after that to take our shower and the men went out to get us dinner after that. We were relaxing in the apartment and all of us was getting cozy while watching movie on Astro. Luckily the kids went to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith and Hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"BIG BUFFALOS "playing the see saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No wonder nowadays a lot of things at the playground always spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20027.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we packed our things and have our breakfast in the apartment. By 10.30a.m. we checked out of the apartment and headed to the horse range. We went for a horse ride and also archery before heading back to Kuala Kubu for lunch. Keith refuse to get down from the horse when we finished our round.He was so excited to ride on a horse. I tried the archery and it was not as easy as it looks. My 4 arrows didn't even hit the target board (*shy*). My left arm kept shaking while holding the bow which is why I missed the target all the time. My arm began to ache after that coz' I was holding on the bow for too long. At the end of the game, I ended up hurting myself. The elastic of the bow hit my arm and left bruises on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith and I riding on a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20029.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, trying out the archery. 4 arrows and not even 1 hit the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20031.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went our separate ways after lunch at Kuala Kubu and we reached Taiping at about 3p.m. The weather in Taiping was so hot and I decided to let Keith play in his pool.&lt;br /&gt;We all enjoyed the trip except for the journey up and down as the road was worse than going to Cameron Highland old road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-115353922091687187?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/115353922091687187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=115353922091687187&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115353922091687187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115353922091687187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/07/fraser-hill.html' title='Fraser Hill'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-115319694109332079</id><published>2006-07-18T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T10:24:18.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuching and Singapore Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;30th June - 4th July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Footballer@Ronaldo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Footballer@Ronaldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goal!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weekends, I was so so busy travelling here and there. I went back to Kuching for 5 days to attend my best friend's wedding, visit my dad and relatives and also old friends. It was kinda rushing as I've got only limited time. I wish I could stay a little longer but I am running low of annual leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith busy catching the gold fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith enjoyed himself at my dad's place coz' we've got a huge driveway right in front of the house. He's got plenty of space to run around and play. How I wish I could have the same place in Taiping. Keith was so exicted to play football at the driveway and grandpa(my dad) even taught him how to catch goldfish from his aquarium. He doesn't enjoy touching the goldfish as it was a little slimy, but enjoyed playing with the water in the aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you think I am HUNK enough to get any&lt;br /&gt;CHICKS in the church today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing Keith to church to attend the wedding mass was a big mistake. He can't even sit or stand still that I had to run along with him with my 3 inches heels and a sequined dress. During the mass, he was so noisy. He refuse to sit still and was busy climbing here and there. When ppl ended the "Alleluia" song for the Gospel, he started shouting "Alleluia", "Alleluia",hoping that we'll sing the same song again. When ppl stopped clapping for the newly wed, he started shouting "Clap!!,Clap!!"....My friend even heard some ppl passing remarks like,"Who's child is that? So noisy!!". Well, I can stop him from doing anything as he's just a mischievious toddler who wants to know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/320/fraser%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keith busy kissing the bride till the photographers have difficulties taking a good pic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith with his "Godmum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to photography session, this cheeky son of my couldn't stop kissing the bride. OMG, everyone was laughing at him as he kept on turning his face to kiss the bride. I hope the groom is not jealous.Haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20002.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dinner, I brought my maid along for dinner and got her a seat at the corner in order to help me keep an eye on Keith. My best friend insisted that I bring my son along as he's her Godson. I was the only mommy there among all my friends. Haha...I guess I am the only one who got married early and now a mommy. One of my friend even nicknamed me "Hot Mama"coz' all these while, his impression of a married woman is haggard, outdated in terms of dressings, "See Lai" (cantonese) etc. Anyway, Keith was busy entertaining everyone with his dance and my friends were teasing me that I've got lotsa potential DILs as Keith was busy playing and dancing with a few "che che".Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hornbill sculpture which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith pretend as a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My maid, Keith colleague &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Naughty Keith playing with grandpa's glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20016.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuching has changed a lot. My uncle and aunty brought me to a new park where there are a lot of chinese pavillion, arch,a dim sum restaurant which looks like the olden days chinese restaurant in China.&lt;br /&gt;Food in Kuching was great. Everyday eat n eat n eat. I don't care whether I'll put on weight or not coz' I know if I don't eat, I don't know when I'll be back in Kuching again for the local food.Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th July - 10th July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This weekend, I was suppose to fly down to S'pore with Keith and hubby. But, hubby decided not to bring Keith along. I was kinda upset with his decision to leave Keith behind eventhough we've bought his ticket as well. But, we really do need a break just for the two of us only.This trip to S'pore was to attend the boy side wedding. Keith was behaving very strangely as he refuse to let go of me even for awhile. I guess he knew that I was going to leave him and go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I told my maid not to wash my nighty and leave it for Keith coz' he just love to smell and play with my nighty. We took a flight down to Johor and then took a shuttle bus to the Kotaraya ii bus terminal. At the terminal, we've waited for hubby's relative to pick us up to enter S'pore. By the time we reach S'pore, it was alomost 6.30p.m. I called Audrey (my best friend) to meet up as she wanted to bring me for a white dress hunt. She wanted all her "Chi mui" to wear white. We've only got less than 3 hrs to shop. It was kinda hard to find a white dress when we were rushing. Instead of buying white dress, I ended up buying a few other colour dresses and top.Hehe....At about 10.30p.m, we went to Clarke Quay to meet up with hubby as his relative was going to work at about 10.30p.m. We had a very late dinner and went back home at about 12a.m.It was a tiring day for me.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I was suppose to meet up with another friend at Amara hotel. At last, have toI have to "Fong Fei kei" coz' I have to wait for hubby and his relative to get ready and send me to the hotel. We've even waited for a cab for more than 1 hrs.Hai......felt really bad...&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to Amara shopping centre to meet up with Audrey with my luggage as I'll be staying with Audrey for a nite since the next day, we have to wake up early and get ready for the wedding. We went for a manicure then went back to the apartment to leave my luggage. After that, we went to hunt for my white dress again. We manage to get it this time and Audrey paid for the dress eventhough I insisted of paying it myself. She said since she wanted me to wear a white dress, she'll pay for it. After a quick shopping, we went back to the apartment and had a quick shower coz' we were invited to the groom's house for a buffet dinner. By the time everything was over, it was about 10p.m. We rush to the nearest seven eleven to grab some stuffs for tomorrow to disturb the groom.I even borrowed a baby bottle fr the groom's SIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20020.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20020.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bride and her "Chi mui"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My best friend &amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we got up at about 6.30a.m to get ready for the day. Audrey's other "chi mui" made a very special dessert for the groom n "heng tai",(cili padi jelly and also black pepper jelly) While I prepared avery special drink for the groom (cereal+orange juice +lime juice + coffee milk +laksa paste). We manage to get angpau S$235 which is about S$58 per person.Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed to the bride and groom's new place for a vegetarian buffet. Hubby was suppose to meet up with me for lunch but he was drunk and has been drinking since yesterday afternoon till 5a.m. and only manage to get back home at 7a.m. since they were having difficulties getting a cab. I rang hubby up at least 30 times and at last manage to get him. He reached the apartment at about 1.30p.m. and both of us took a cab to the Holiday Inn Hotel at about 2.30p.m. We checked in at about 3p.m and then went out for a quick shopping. Hubby have to get a new shoe as he work his smelly looking shoe to S'pore while I was on my last minute shopping.hehe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/fraser%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/fraser%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dinner at Holiday Inn Park View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel at about 5p.m. to get ready for the dinner. I went to Audrey's room to help her get ready coz' everyone was at the ballroom entertaining the guests and she was alone in the room. Dinner was grand and beautiful. After the dinner, Audrey and I got stuck with the groom's friends as they kept asking us to drink. At last, we manage to escape and went into out room.hehe...After awhile, the whole group came to the room and started drinking.I only manage to go back to the room and sleep at about 2.30a.m. They were to noisy and drunk and all of them were waiting to watch World Cup final.&lt;br /&gt;The next day is our flight back to Taiping. I just can't wait to see Keith. The moment we reach taiping, I've told hubby that we'll pick him up from school.Keith was so excited to see both of us. He kept kissing and hugging me. After that, he refuse to let me leave him. MIL and my maid said that he was a good boy and he slept without any fuss at nite. Maybe he knows he just have to get himself to sleep without mummy for a few nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-115319694109332079?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/115319694109332079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=115319694109332079&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115319694109332079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/115319694109332079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/07/kuching-and-singapore-wedding.html' title='Kuching and Singapore Wedding'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114956407779511916</id><published>2006-06-06T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:21:17.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wedding Annivesary (18SX)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Time flies really fast. Today is my fourth year wedding annivesary. Hubby surprised me early in the morning with a bouquet of flower being sent to the office. The florist was really early as I start work only at 8.30a.m. I guess the florist must have come to send the flower arrangement for the front desk together with my bouquet of flower. My colleague left the flower on my chair and I was so surprised to see a bouquet of my favourite flower (Carnation). It's pure white with a tiny teddy bear sitting in the middle of the bouquet. White flower-symbol of Pure Love....&lt;br /&gt; Hubby really surprised me this year. First, was a bouquet of roses during Valentine's day and now a bouquet of Carnation for Annivesary. He was not the romantic kinda guy and since the day I met him, he hardly give me flowers nor gifts. I have to be thick skin all the time to ask from him. Besides the flower, he even got me a new Nokia N90 handphone, a gold necklace and a matching bracelet.  Wow...This year's wedding annivesary gifts is a lot. I wonder what is he up to???"Trying to convince me to let him marry another one???" NAH!!!!!!!I don't think so....hehe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; As for me, I got him a "U shape" slimming belt from Osim when they came to Taiping to do promotion. He was so interested in that belt as it could help to flatten his beer belly...kekekeke.........I do hope it works...Good Luck Bee.....(if you are reading this)...Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; This morning, I did mention to hubby lets make baby tonite and see whether I get pregnant or not.The conversation goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hubby : If you get pregnant, you cannot go to Hong Kong Disneyland this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : By the time maybe I'll be about 4-5 mths pregnant which is a good time to travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hubby : Then next year you won't be able to go to Phuket during Songkran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Maybe we could go some other time or maybe you go ahead with the rest of them lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Hubby is trying to avoid to have another baby. He even went to the extend of getting a condom from seven eleven recently. After years of coaxing him into getting that thing for safe sex, he refuse to do so. But all of a sudden, when I want to have a baby, he went and bought that thing back. AARRRRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!! He even ask me to get a jab from my gynae to avoid pregnancy for a year.Haha.....I guess he really does have phobia with Keith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Talk about Keith..Last nite, hubby was standing naked while talking to me, while Keith was standing in between us. While we were talking, hubby suddenly jumped and screamed. Keith was actually touching and pulling hubby's kkc..Hahahahaha......Keith said it was hubby's nen nen....I couldn't stop laughing when Keith was going after his dad to touch his kkc again. Hubby quickly ran into the bathroom and put on his boxer....Naughty boy.....When hubby came out of the bathroom, he was pointing at hubby's kkc and kept telling nen nen.Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114956407779511916?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114956407779511916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114956407779511916&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114956407779511916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114956407779511916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-wedding-annivesary-18sx.html' title='My Wedding Annivesary (18SX)'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114889305236013657</id><published>2006-05-29T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:57:32.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Baby Cot</title><content type='html'>Last month, my maid broke the sliding door of the baby cot when she fell on it on her two knees while she was carrying Keith to put him in the cot. Luckily, Keith was alright as he almost slip from my maid's hand.So, last Friday, hubby decided to dismantle the door of the cot and turn it into a bed for Keith, like Zara's mom did. Keith slept in his modified cot on Friday night itself. After that, we were away during the weekend to attend a birthday party in Sg. Petani. We came back on Sunday evening and that was the end of Keith's baby cot's LIFE. My step daughter who weights about 32kg at the age of 9 ran and jump on the cot. The cot broke into two and Keith couldn't sleep on it anymore.&lt;br /&gt; As it is, hubby was so happy that I've finally put Keith in his modified bed and hubby got rid of Keith from the bed.Hahaha....In the end, Keith is back on the bed with us again. Hubby was so frustrated that he said he's going to sleep on the floor, which he didn't do.Hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt; MIL saw the broken cot outside the house next to our rubbish bin and I told her about it. In the afternoon, when I went back for lunch, we saw the cot missing, thinking that the MPT might have taken it away. But, I was wrong. The dismantled cot was in my MIL's house. She said that we don't know how to appreciate money by throwing the cot away. Hubby told her off that it's already broken and of course it will not last coz' it got soaked in the water when his house got flooded years ago. MIL said she's ask the carpenter to fix it and it would cost only RM50. Hubby told her she can keep it. She's being silly thinking that her money RM50 is so big taht she could get that cot done for that price. No way, with the damage of the cot. Nothing is cheap nowadays.&lt;br /&gt; Well, she can do wat she wants with it since she think that her RM50 would be able to cover the labour and material to fix that cot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114889305236013657?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114889305236013657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114889305236013657&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114889305236013657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114889305236013657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/05/goodbye-baby-cot.html' title='Goodbye Baby Cot'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114835002127367357</id><published>2006-05-23T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:07:01.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith's progress</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, MIL told us that she had a small conversation with Keith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith: On T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL: (On T.V.) What do you want to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith: On T.V. tatoon (cartoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIL: Put cartoon channel and then purposely change it to a different channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith: (eeeeeee....started to wriggle here and there) put tatoon (cartoon)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Compare to all his cousins which are a few months elder than him, he's progressing pretty fast. At school, his teacher started to use words flashcard and hubby was pretty impress when he saw Keith actually say the word out. For example: Toy, Fish (with his lips mimiking the fish and also doing the bubble sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We are trying to toilet train Keith by teaching him verbally first. My maid used to tell him the word "Berak" (poo poo) whenever he did his big job, but he always mistaken "berak" for fart. The other day, he actually poo poo and he came and told me he "Berak". I opened his diaper and I peep into it and he did poo poo. Nowadays, after he poo poo, he'll tell us. But sometimes, he tend to forget. After this, we'll try to teach him to tell us that he needs to poo poo so that he can do it in his potty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114835002127367357?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114835002127367357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114835002127367357&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114835002127367357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114835002127367357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/05/keiths-progress.html' title='Keith&apos;s progress'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114740332652775205</id><published>2006-05-12T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T11:08:46.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is in my handbag</title><content type='html'>I am not the kinda person who likes to buy handbags. One for daily use and another one for outstation use. I just need to transfer my stuffs that's all.Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's in my handbag??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Purse&lt;br /&gt;2) 2 handphones&lt;br /&gt;3) office keys&lt;br /&gt;4) house keys&lt;br /&gt;5) car key&lt;br /&gt;6) bloaters&lt;br /&gt;7) artificial tear drops&lt;br /&gt;8) tissue paper&lt;br /&gt;9) pad n pantiliner&lt;br /&gt;10)swipe card (office pass)&lt;br /&gt;11) medications&lt;br /&gt;12) card holder&lt;br /&gt;13)Lipstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What's in my purse??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)money&lt;br /&gt;2)4 ATM cards&lt;br /&gt;3)4 credit cards&lt;br /&gt;4)driving license&lt;br /&gt;5)I/C&lt;br /&gt;6) maid's permit card&lt;br /&gt;7)club membership card&lt;br /&gt;8)insurance card&lt;br /&gt;9)fajar, bonuslink, realreward, worldcard, seng heng and mcdonald card(belongs to keith not me)&lt;br /&gt;10) scarpular ( for protection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is in my Card holder??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1) Bee Dees card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Shiseido card&lt;br /&gt;3) Melium card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next 5 people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;1) Jefferene (Yee Ching's Mom)&lt;br /&gt;2) Zara's mom&lt;br /&gt;3) Princess Yoyo&lt;br /&gt;4) Linda (Thaddeus's mom)&lt;br /&gt;5)Magictree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114740332652775205?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114740332652775205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114740332652775205&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114740332652775205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114740332652775205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-is-in-my-handbag.html' title='What is in my handbag'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114705311954585773</id><published>2006-05-08T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:57:20.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't seem to get it over with</title><content type='html'>It's been more than a week now that I've made a very big decision of letting the baby in my womb go. It's kinda heartache but I've no choice but to listen to my gynae and numerous gyneas/ professor from K.L.&lt;br /&gt;The pregnancy was unexpected as I don't intend to get preggy till next year. Last month, before going to Phuket for my holiday, I went to the pharmacy and bought "Noretristerone" to stop my period from coming as from my calculation, it is suppose to come on the 13th of April which is my flight to Phuket. The week before, I had some brownish stain showing that my period is coming soon. Not knowing that I was pregnant, I took the pills for 4 days while I was in Phuket. I was feeling like normal, infact more energetic than the 1st pregnancy. That makes me even less suspect that I am pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;I immediately stopped the pill the moment I got back to Malaysia. I've waited for my period to come for about a week but still no sign of it. So, I've decided to buy a pregnancy test which showed a positive line. I got so excited and told hubby about it. The next day, hubby and I went to the clinic to confirm the pregnancy. Gynae told that I was 5 weeks pregnant and the baby's due in Dec. Another December baby for me....Later on, when I told my gynae about the medication I took and asked whether it'll harm the baby or not? From the look on his face, my heart shattered into pieces and I almost broke down in the clinic. He said I have to let go of the baby as the medication which I took causes side effect to the baby. The baby might be born handicap, hormones imbalance, etc. My gynae fixed an appointment for me on the 26th April for the abortion.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my level best to get other advices from other gynaes and professor since I've got 3 more days before the abortion. But, all came back with a negative answer. At last, I've no choice but to go for the abortion.It was hard for me to accept the fact but I just don't have a choice.It's either I continue and then later on make the baby suffer when he/she's born into this world or let he/she go back and stay with the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;After the abortion, thinking that my MIL would take care of me by cooking all the nice confinement food for me. But I was wrong. Not even once she cook for me confinement food, that I had to ask hubby to bring me to a chinese kopitiam to ask them to fry ginger chicken with extra ginger for me, get the herbs myself and ask my maid to put it in the slow cooker for me, etc. I was lucky to have a colleague, which is like sister to me to boil some herbal soup for me after the abortion. I wish my mom was here for me. I wish that I am back at home in Kuching after the abortion. At least I've got my aunties to take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;I am going through an emotional stress at the moment and can't stop thinking of what I've done. I am being touchy lately and often quarrel with hubby for a small tiny thing. Last week, I went to the extend of going to tell hubby that I needed some time off from our marriage but luckily, I got back to my sane self again and never do that stupid mistake. I've been very down lately and would broke down anytime when I thought of it or see any relative with a growing belly. I do hope that I'll be able to get through this problem fast or else I am going to go mad.&lt;br /&gt;I kept consoling myself that I can get pregnant again after 3 months according to my gynae and I am still young. But I do hope, GOD will forgive me for what I've done......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114705311954585773?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114705311954585773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114705311954585773&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114705311954585773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114705311954585773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cant-seem-to-get-it-over-with.html' title='I Can&apos;t seem to get it over with'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114681982871462660</id><published>2006-05-05T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T17:03:48.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith is My Life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when you get so stress up from work, you wish to go back home as fast as you can, coz' someone at home is waiting for you to take all your stress away.&lt;br /&gt; As for me, Keith has always been there for me. Every afternoon, when I go back to my PIL's house for lunch, I could hear Keith's voice the moment I open the car door. That has already cure half of my stress. The moment I open the gate, I could hear Keith running towards the grill door calling "Mummy, mummy!!". He'll be waiting impatiently for me to open the grill door by asking me to "Bum, bum" (his way of saying open). Then he'll push the grill door and quickly hug me and ask me to carry him. Then he'll give me big kisses on the cheeks and hug me so tightly, like as though I was a way for weeks. All my stress is gone....&lt;br /&gt; In the evening, he'll be napping when I get home or just got up from his nap. He'll rub his head all over me and wants me to carry him. Then he'll give me a big kiss.&lt;br /&gt; How I wish he'll stay this young forever...I don't want to go through the hassel of scolding him, quarrelling with him, get stress up with all the nonsenses he does, worrying about the group of friends he's with, education (don't know whether he's a lazybone or a bookworm),  girlfriends, getting married, getting me a cruel daughter in law, leaving me and hubby behind when we are old , Old folks home (if he's so cruel), etc.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114681982871462660?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114681982871462660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114681982871462660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114681982871462660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114681982871462660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/05/keith-is-my-life.html' title='Keith is My Life'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114661858403262732</id><published>2006-05-03T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:09:44.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith's new hairstyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/320/phuket%20083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/320/phuket%20082.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith's new innocent look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring Keith to the barber to cut his hair was a disaster. It was his first hair cut and he refuse to sit down and let the man cut his hair. So, last Friday morning, I was on MC. After Keith took his shower in the morning, I decided to cut his hair myself. It's my first time but I have no choice. I tricked him by letting him hold the handphone, toys, comb, etc. so that he could sit quietly while I cut his hair. It was a little crooked at the side above his ears. Hehe....like Temenggong Jugah's hair cut.Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was angry with me because I cut Keith's hair. He prefers his long curly hair which makes him look like a rascal. I do hope his curly hair locks will grow back coz' lotsa ppl told me that I won't get those locks back anymore. I was so upset after that. What to do? PIL are eating my head to cut his hair coz' they complained it's too long.Bla..Bla..Bla... I am not going to cut his hair after this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114661858403262732?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114661858403262732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114661858403262732&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114661858403262732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114661858403262732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/05/keiths-new-hairstyle.html' title='Keith&apos;s new hairstyle'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114653990584858659</id><published>2006-05-02T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:18:25.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith shocked Us</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Keith was very naughty. We were waiting in the car for hubby to "tapao" dinner when Keith climbed over to the driver seat. He started holding the steering wheel, turning the night light of the car and suddenly, he turned the car key and switched off the car engine. I quickly turn off the lights and pull out the car key. Then, I started scolding him for being naughty. To my surprise, he turned to me and put his finger pointer on his lips and "shoo" at me, asking me to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt; At home, he did the same to hubby too. Hubby was scolding him for being naughty when he turned and "shoo" at him. He was stunned when Keith did that.Hahaha....Naughty boy..knows how to keep both of us quiet and stop nagging at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith's words progress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Close the door - Tutup Pintu (in Malay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ambil - Ambik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Phone - On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I love you - I you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Public - Pa pa blic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Good Nite - ood nie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114653990584858659?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114653990584858659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114653990584858659&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114653990584858659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114653990584858659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/05/keith-shocked-us.html' title='Keith shocked Us'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114587162435431197</id><published>2006-04-24T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T17:40:24.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Tagged :-b</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here goes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;No book nearest to me wor..only files...Hehe.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;br /&gt;Office phone on my far left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Ghafar Baba's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;4.50p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;It is 4.50p.m. (hehe) I was looking at the watch 10 mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Cars passing by on the main road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Half and hour ago to go to the toilet and "padam api"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the computer, while doing PO, agreements, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;"Bikini". Of courselah work clothes. A white slacks and also a turquoise,3 qtr sleeves blouse with beads and embroidery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Nope dream. Couldn't sleep properly as the mosquito was biting me and buzzing near my&lt;br /&gt;ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Just now, when my colleague sent me an anti stress song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;Safety guides and also electricity saving notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;No wor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;Okaylar......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;In the cinema, no wor....Here all closed since the day I shifted here.&lt;br /&gt;At home watch DVD, last nite I watched Nanny McPhee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;Settle all my installments, pay for lump sum for my brother's education, save some in the bank, give some to my dad and hubby, and some for me to shop till I drop.Hehe... Oh ya...not forgetting those unfortunate ppl out there. I'll donate some to the welfare homes, churches, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a step daughter who's 9 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Peace, no war. Everyone is happy with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;OOOOHHH...YESSSS!!!I Love to dance. It's my hobby. Hehe....Wonder wat's gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;to me if no one has invented the musics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;A human being of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;Arianna Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;No need to imagine, already have one and his name is Keith Damian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, Brunei, Australia or London.Hehe...Maybe when my children decided to stay abroad,&lt;br /&gt;I might just follow them.Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;br /&gt;"You are back. Welcome home my child. You've finally completed your test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Five (5) people who must also do this meme in their journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chanel (Jeriel's mom)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sue ( Ivan &amp;amp; Isac's mom)&lt;br /&gt;3. Linda (Thaddeus's mom)&lt;br /&gt;4. Jefferene (Yee Ching's mom)&lt;br /&gt;5.Jazzmint (Faythe's mom)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114587162435431197?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114587162435431197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114587162435431197&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114587162435431197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114587162435431197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-been-tagged-b_24.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged :-b'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114584286578024118</id><published>2006-04-24T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T08:58:23.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith's new couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20080.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/320/phuket%20080.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keith and Ruby's new couch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/320/phuket%20081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keith sitting on his couch while waiting for mummy and daddy to get ready to attend a wedding dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, hubby and I decided to get Keith a couch. We do not know why is he so facinated with stools, chairs, etc. Whenever he sees one, whether it's at home, in a shop, someone's house, by the roadside, etc. he'll quickly walk towards the stools and carry it. He'll pick the stool up with one hand and drag it along wherever he goes.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we brought him to the furniture shop to choose his own personal couch. He was so excited when he saw the couch and insisted to sit on it the moment he saw the couch. The couch is in the shape of a hand. It has two sizes actually. A taller and bigger one which can rotate 360 degree and the other one is shorter and cannot rotate. So, we decided to get the smaller one for Keith, so that it's easier for him to climb up. We have to get 2 couch so that Ruby and Keith will not fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;At home, Keith was busy sitting on both couch as though he was checking and testing which one is softer and better. When we were busy taking off the plastic on top of the couch, he was so impatient to sit on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114584286578024118?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114584286578024118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114584286578024118&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114584286578024118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114584286578024118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/04/keiths-new-couch.html' title='Keith&apos;s new couch'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114559303902239878</id><published>2006-04-21T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:17:19.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith's Toy addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 19th of April was Sultan of Perak's birthday. It was a public holiday for Perak. Hubby and I decided to get a car we've been eyeing for Keith. Sometimes, getting a toy for Keith in Taiping is much more cheaper than getting it in K.L. The same car we saw in K.L. is selling for RM330 and we got it for RM230.&lt;br /&gt;Besides the car, we even got him a swing. My room is like a mini playground now. Luckily it is big enough. I didn't want to keep his toys downstairs as I do not want him to break all my beloved liquor bottles collection on my bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114559303902239878?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114559303902239878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114559303902239878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114559303902239878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114559303902239878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/04/keiths-toy-addition.html' title='Keith&apos;s Toy addition'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114559206998188165</id><published>2006-04-21T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T09:42:47.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Trip to Phuket Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;15th April 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, all of us got up kinda late and missed breakfast. We were waiting for the next morning since yesterday to eat the Thai Fried Rice again but too bad we missed it.&lt;br /&gt;Today it's going to be our shopping spree and also visit to the beach. Going all the way to Phuket without visiting the beach is an imcomplete trip. By the time we got ready, it's almost 11.30a.m. (M'sia). We have to wait for the hotel shuttle service till noon so, we decided to take a few pics for rememberance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keith and Papa at the Poolside bar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith and Papa by the poolside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith and Kung Kung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20057.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking by the road, we saw a huge group of bikers going convoying back to their respective county except all those from the Western country. They need to ship their bikes back.We went and took some day view of some of the unique design discotecque at Bangla Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big bikers convoying back&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiger Discotecque day view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 3.30pm (M'sia), we went to the beach. My first view was (18sx) 2 old ladies half naked with an old man.Haha...Wat a great view to "cuci mata"...I didn't take any pics coz' I would want to make it so obvious that I am taking their pics. The two old ladies even waves at us...Haha.... Our walk along the beach really gave all of us a chance to cuci mata kau kau..Haha..We can even see young ladies doing the same thing...Keith really "untung" lar, can see so many sizes at such a young age..hahahaha.....Keith really enjoyed himself by the beach this is his 3rd time to the beach (1st-Gold Coast, 2nd Brunei and 3rd Phuket). He didn't want us to carry him as he prefer to walk on his own. Sahil didn't like the feeling of walking on the beach with sands. BIL was carrying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith pointing at the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20068.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a playing ground nearby the beach, so we decided to bring the kids there to have a little fun. Very bad playground. No bench for parents to sit at all. We can see lotsa locals spreading mats to sit on the floor&lt;strong&gt;."Hey, wat about foreigners. Don't expect us to carry mats along!!!".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Keith was being naughty again. At the playground, he was sliding down the slide all by himself and started to walk up the slide the moment he reached the foot of it. I was sitting at the foot of the slide enjoying a bottle of cold coka cola as it was so hot. After that, at about 5p.m. (M'sia), we took a Tuk Tuk back to the hotel. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the Playground next to the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was extremely hot today as the local said after the Songkran, it's going to be very hot. So, we decided to dip in the pool for awhile. Keith was so excited when I started to changed him into his swimming trunk. He quickly grab his float and asking me to open the sliding door as he was ready to go to the pool. I have to ask hubby to bring him down first as he was getting too impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith and his beloved Whale float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20076.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite, we are bringing the kids out clubbing. Some ppl think that we are mad but we are definitely dragging the stroller along incase the kids got sleepy and slept off. Tonite will not be a late nite as we need to get back to the hotel early and do some packing. The pub was kinda fun as they've got these Hammering games for ppl to play. This is a very easy game to play if you are good at hammering. There is a block of wood on almost every pubs with a bucket of huge nails. Each games consist of 2-4 players. All we need to do is to hammer the nail into the wood. Sounds easy huh...but it's not. You need to use the flat and small side of the hammer instead of the other round side of hammer to hammer.You are suppose to take turn to hit the nail once each time and see who manage to get the nail in first. (Will load the pic once I've got it from SIL..forgot to take from my camera..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith practicing Podium dancing for tonite's show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith was busy entertaining the girls while we were there and busy practicing his podium dancing. He slept off at about 12.30 a.m. I put him in the stroller to sleep while the men continue their drinks till 1.30a.m. We went back to the hotel after that coz' we need to get up early tomorrow. At first, I was thinking of asking hubby to go to the poolside bar for a drink but plan cancelled coz' the bar closed at 11.30p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16th April 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Today, we got up at about 8a.m. to get ready for breakfast. This time, I am not leaving without my Thai Fried Rice. All of us manage to have our breakfast before checking out. Our van came at about 10a.m. to send us to the airport. I was kinda sad to leave coz I had such a great time. I told hubby that I wanted to come to Phuket for Songkran again next year.Hehe....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We reached the airport at about 11a.m. and the queue at the entrance was horrible. We were suppose to scan all our luggages before entering the airport. We were at the airport quite early. There's nothing much to see or shop at the airport as it is so pathetic. Our flights were 12.45 (Thai) but delayed till 1.30 p.m. (Thai) Keith was creating havoc at the airport coz' he refuse to eat and wanted to walk around. He was kinda grumpy too coz' he was feeling sleepy. At last, he slept off at about 1p.m. (Thai). He slept throughout the journey to K.L. and only got up when we landed. When we reached LCC terminal, he made me pay RM55 for a Winnie the Pooh Smarties. OMG....everything is so expensive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We left for Taiping after that. By the time we reached Taiping, it was almost 11.30p.m. Keith slept all the way back to Taiping on my lap while I was chatting with hubby so that he don't feel tired and slept off. I was dozing off throughout the journey but manage to snap myself up and continue chit chatting with hubby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114559206998188165?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114559206998188165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114559206998188165&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114559206998188165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114559206998188165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/04/family-trip-to-phuket-part-3.html' title='Family Trip to Phuket Part 3'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114533358047658655</id><published>2006-04-18T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:25:18.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Trip to Phuket Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th April 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Keith sitting at the breakfast table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith and mummy standing outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the dining area with the hotel view behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up as early as 7.30am (Malaysia), 6.30am (Thailand) today. It's a holiday and I don't wanna waste my time sleeping in the hotel. My hair smells like a stinking fish due to the splshing of water from yesterday and also the sea breeze. I had to wash my hair as I was feeling so uncomfortable. By the time I got myself ready, I mix Keith a bottle of milk with cereal in it. He was still sleeping, so I just push the teat into his mouth and he'll suck. MIL and SIL got up and took turns to bath. Keith vomitted on the bed and on the floor after that coz' he was still feeling sick. I gave him his medication and mix another bottle of milk for him after his shower. The men were still sleeping, so we decided to go for breakfast without them.The breakfast was so tasty. I had Thai fried rice again, while SIL had Thai fried Kuay Teow and MIL had the American breakdast. After breakfast, we woke them up to get ready to go to town. They actually got back home about 6.30 a.m. (Thailand). They came back with only 2 guns as BIL's gun broke.&lt;br /&gt;I was raining with the sun shining today. The local ppl said that it'll rain the day after Songkran and then hot weather after that. Luckily, I brought a cap along with me. I borrowed SIL my cap to cover Sahil's head coz' he was sleeping while hubby took off his t-shirt to cover Keith while crossing the road. The men went to McD to have their lunch and we didn't have anything coz' we were too full with the breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we walked under the rain to Bangla Road to have a good day view of the place and also shopping. Nothing is cheap in Phuket due to the peak season. Yesterday was Songkran and today is the Biker's Day. We can see all the big bikes from all over M'sia, S'pore, Thailand, etc. We went back to the hotel at about 5.30p.m. (M'sia) 4.30p.m. (Thai) as we wanted to go for a swim at the pool in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith and Sahil in the baby pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20030.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MIL,SIL, Sahil, Me and Keith in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the baby pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool water was kinda warm and nice. Keith got so excited and was so worried that I forgot to carry his float. The moment we reached the pool, he wanted to jump into the pool but I carried him to have a quick shower first before entering the pool.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to the room to get ready for dinner. I've even ordered fried rice and noodle for bites coz' we didn't have our lunch. We went out again at about 8p.m. (M'sia), 7p.m.(Thai).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kung Kung, Keith and Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the Tuk Tuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20041.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20041.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Tai Ko" walking on Bangla Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keith and Papa with those lovely and sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"CHICKS"@AQUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sky Walk". A Mat Salleh attempting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bangla Road again to have our dinner. Keith got so excited with the musics around. He wanted to walk on his own and was dancing on the road. He even took picture with the Aqua..Haha...He even disturb all the beautiful girls and followed them too. Such a cheeky boy. Along Bangla Road, there is a very unique game where you have to pay 100Bhat and if u win, you'll get 1000Bhat. It's called the "Sky Walk". It looks easy but it's not. You need to climb up the steps and press the bell in order to get the 1000Bhat. Lotsa ppl tried and only manage to go up to the second steps and the whole thing turn. Hubby brought us to a shop to have the Thai soup mee (like wantan mee with soup). The only thing different is that it has lotsa ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hotel at about 11.30p.m. (M'sia) and Keith was already asleep. I went out again with Hubby and the rest. I left Keith with MIL in the hotel room.BIL and SIL brought Sahi along to the pub since he cannot stay with MIL. They left at about 1.30a.m. (M'sia) and I left at about 3.3a.m. (M'sia). Hubby didn't want to go back but I told him if Keith gets up early tomorrow, I'll send him to his room coz' I wanna have my rest too. Just because he doesn't need to take care of him in the morning, he think he can stay a little longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114533358047658655?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114533358047658655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114533358047658655&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114533358047658655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114533358047658655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/04/family-trip-to-phuket-part-2.html' title='Family Trip to Phuket Part 2'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114533121445547578</id><published>2006-04-18T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:23:06.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Trip to Phuket Part 1</title><content type='html'>Our family trip to Phuket was kinda havoc...First, MIL checked her passport last minute and it was expired. The flight is another 2 days and we have to go to K.L. by tomorrow evening. MIL cannot renew it on the 11th which is a public holiday. Which means, she only have till evening to get her passport. Hubby was kinda piss off with MIL when she told she didn't know that she need to use her passport to Phuket. She thought that it's like every other days we can walk or drive across Thailand border without a passport since hubby's cousin in law is working near the border.&lt;br /&gt;The next day (12th), hubby brought MIL to the immigration as early as 8.30a.m. The officer in charge was kinda rude and told him that it's not his problem that my MIL is going on a trip. She should have checked the passport earlier. Well, I don't blame the officer coz' what he said is true. So, she's got no choice but to try her luck in Ipoh. BIL's FIL is an ex-policeman in Ipoh. We were hoping for him to pull some strings to get the passport down by 4p.m. MIL luck was on her side. She manage to get her passport done before we go to K.L. As for me, I was suppose to work today but have to take an emergency annual leave coz' Keith got sick and started vomitting. I went to the office to fill up the leave form and informed my Assistant Manager about my leave. After that, I drove Keith to the clinic to get his medicine. In my mind, I was praying that Keith won't get infected with HFM, Dengue, etc. Luckily, it was just a normal fever due to teething. His 2nd molar at the top both left and right side are coming out. I've even called up Keith's teacher to let them know that Keith is not coming for his class. We only manage to leave for K.L. at about 5.30pm coz' hubby was taking his sweet time. I was kinda annoyed with him for wasting time. I thought of leaving for K.L. early at least Keith can have a good rest once we're there early. But, we reached K.L. only at about 10p.m. BIL, SIL, MIL and Sahil (Keith's cousin), reached at about 11 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was already in K.L. when we reached. Hubby's uncle went to pick him up from the airport at about 8 p.m. Bringing my dad along for a trip as he's not been for a holiday since mom passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th April 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/320/phuket%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keith at the LCC Terminal departure hall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up as early as 7.00 a.m. to do my last minute packing and get Keith ready. The flight is at 12.45p.m. and we have to get to the LCC terminal which is a little further than KLIA. Luckily, hubby's uncle went to pick up my dad last nite and he's already find the way to get there. Hubby, got up at about 9.30a.m. He got ready and bought breakfast for all of us. We have to leave the house by 10.30a.m.&lt;br /&gt;At the airport, Keith and Sahil started their nonsenses. Keith wanted Sahil's milk bottle while Sahil wanted Keith's milk bottle. We switched the bottle and gave it to them. Luckily, both of them are drinking the same milk. After awhile, they don't want the milk bottle anymore. I guess it's because Keith's used to the Avent bottle teat while Sahil is used to his own bottle. We had to wash the teats and give them the milk bottle.&lt;br /&gt;At the boarding hall, Keith was busy playing with my MIL's handbag. Don't know why is he so facinated with the handbag. We tried to give him a paperbag, my handbag, SIL's handbag but he refuse to give back MIL's handbag. He cried and hold the handbag so tightly that I had to openhis grip and pull the handbag away. He refuse to drink his milk and only had 4 ounces since morning. He was kinda grumpy coz' he was sleepy and feeling uncomfortable. When we were lining up to board the plane, a group of Indonesian ladies were rushing to line up on the priority lane(for kids, old folks, pregnant, handicap). Hubby went and asked them where are they heading and told them this plane is going to Thailand. They answered, "Yes, they are going there too." At last when the officer in charge came and asked them, then only they moved coz' they are suppose to go to Indon. Then, when it was about to reach our turn to show our boarding passes, 2 Mat Salleh came and wanted to cut the queue, by acting stupid. But, they were sent to the other lane to queue.Haha....serve them right.&lt;br /&gt;Keith slept in the aeroplane for about 15 mins only when we were about to land. He has a seat for himself coz' my colleague paid for the ticket and last minute couldn't make it. The flight to Phuket only takes about 1hr 15 mins. When we went to stamp our passport, we went to the priotity lane for ppl travelling with children. We didn't know why only 8 of us were on that lane to stamp our passport. Guess we were lucky or else we could have waited for at least 1/2 hr coz' the queue at the other lanes are so long. Again...these two idiot Mat Salleh trying to act dumb to try their luck to stamp their passport at the priority lane. Haha....they got chased away again...&lt;br /&gt;Today, is Songkran (Water Festival) in Thailand. We are going to get wet with ppl splashing water. Luckily, we were travelling in a van or else our we could have gotten wet including our luggages. Throughout our journey to the hotel which is about 45 mins to Patong Beach, we could see the whole road is wet and ppl with the pick up trucks carry big barrel of water, ppl with the water hose spraying water at passerby, by the road. Our van got splashed too but a few naughty ladies, trying to scare us..haha.. I don't mind getting wet but only worried about Keith as he was sick. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Local people having big barrel of water in their pickup trucks&lt;br /&gt;waiting for passerby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Locals waiting for their next victims....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20005.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20005.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our vehicle being splashed and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of water in the pickup truck shoot with water guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we checked into the hotel and changed our clothes, it was almost 5.30p.m (Malaysia) ,4.30p.m. (Thailand). Our hotel is on top of a hill coz' hubby was kinda Kiasu, scared of Tsunami.Haha....Our hotel is just 5 mins away fr the beach by car. We took the hotel shuttle, which is a pick up truck to town, for our dinner. MIL, SIL, Sahil, Keith and I were sitting in front, so that we won't get wet. Dad, BIL and hubby were sitting behind. By the time we get to our destination, they were soaked wet. We can see ppl carry huge water guns, buckets, water hose splashing water at them. The 'aquas' also were walking near our vehicle to pour waters at them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/1600/phuket%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/1906/200/phuket%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The men are ready for war and to protect the ladies and babies..Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after purchasing their "GUNS" by the roadside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were worried when we get down the vehicle to cross the road. By the driver told us to carry our hands and ppl won't splash water coz' we were carry a child. Phew.......Hubby and BIL bought a water gun to spray water at ppl. A Mat Salleh even appraoched them to ask to them spary water at his friend. While walking, BIL was stopped by a Mat Salleh. The Mat Salleh was pouring a bucket of water on him while telling him I am so sorry. Haha...So cute...&lt;br /&gt;After our dinner, we went to this famous street called Bangla Road. This place is something like Petaling Street but only thing with pubs throughout the whole road. This is the only place where ppl could actually splash water till wee hours. Here...we cannot avoid not getting wet. Ppl are splashing and spraying water from both sides of the road and we are stuck in the middle. Even if u carry hand, ppl will still spray. Hubby got fed up and went to get a bigger water gun. His earlier water gun was given to my dad. Ppl actually fill up the water guns with ice cold water. Keith got a small water gun too. A shark from the movie Finding Nemo.Hehe......Some cheeky guys even came behind me and sprayed ice cold water on my butt. But we were not as wet as the others coz' we were carry the children.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby brought us to a place to have supper and we really enjoyed the food. I just love the Thai fried rice. Keith and Sahil were both too exhausted and slept off while we were having our supper. We went back to the hotel at about 11p.m. The men went out to continue their Songkran and drinks while we were in the room babysitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114533121445547578?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114533121445547578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114533121445547578&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114533121445547578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114533121445547578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/04/family-trip-to-phuket-part-1.html' title='Family Trip to Phuket Part 1'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114532719726353558</id><published>2006-04-18T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:26:37.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith's words progress</title><content type='html'>Keith's been picking up words pretty fast these days. Say a word and he'll try to repeat what you've just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Umbrella - Umbreullum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Carry - Cally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Catch - catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Aunty -Aunty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Milk - milk, nen nen, dudu (punjabi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Walk -walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Sit down - sit down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Kung kung -tung tung (still having problem pronouncing "k")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Take- take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Come - come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Again - again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114532719726353558?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114532719726353558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114532719726353558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114532719726353558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114532719726353558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/04/keiths-words-progress.html' title='Keith&apos;s words progress'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114301798525722889</id><published>2006-03-22T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:04:00.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith's words progress</title><content type='html'>Eversince I started sending Keith to his Tiny Genius (pershool), I can actually see the progress in Keith's speech pretty fast. Luckily, he was the so called pioneer in his school as he's the 1st student till recently, another 12 more students enrolled and most of them are 3 years old. Keith's classes starts from 2pm - 4pm and during that hours, he's the only student coz' most children sleeps at that hour except for Keith. Well, good for him. At least his teacher can pay more attention to him...Hehe... The school fee has gone up from RM290 to RM 350 and soon will increase to RM390. As for Keith, his fee will remain the same for 4 years (that's the end of the programme).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Keith's words progress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jeans -Gin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Balloon - Baboom (sounds like baboon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) cup - pup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) up -up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Let's go - Lek go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) no need - no nee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) book - book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) tapir - papir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) bird - bird ( without the "R")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) cicak - cicak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) bag - bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) thank you - tan u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) throw -throw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) bit -bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114301798525722889?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114301798525722889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114301798525722889&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114301798525722889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114301798525722889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/03/keiths-words-progress_22.html' title='Keith&apos;s words progress'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114180797557844208</id><published>2006-03-08T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:52:55.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith's words progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words progress :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse - mou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortoise - tortid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garlic - a lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There -there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door - door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ball- ball or bola (thanks to my maid who's always speaking malay to him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sound progress:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion/Tiger - Raaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goat - beaak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey - ooo aaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog -wow wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat- mau mau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss - muah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Keith's expression :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Angry - scream, cry, throw tantrums or do "Au" like as though he's going to bite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Happy - laugh (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Silly - do his monkey face, mimik your laugher ( ha ha ha), stick out his tongue again and again while doing funny sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Playful - Play peekaboo ( Chak and make his head sideway), do lion sounds to make mummy scared while crawling and chasing mummy, sit on mummy's back eventhought mummy not offering him a horsy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Sad - protruding lower lips and big crocodile tears flowing down his cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Geram- Bite his teeth and hold his both fists full force till his face turn red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Cheeky - Smile at all the ladies and started playing peekaboo or make funny noises to attract ladies attentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keith Love :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Love his books. Whenever enter the room, first thing he'll do is to grab his books on the TV cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Love to bite and play with mummy's nighty. Don't know wat is so tasty coz' he loves to bite it or bring it along with him wherever he walk. He'll dig the nighty out from the laundry basket everyday. When he bites, he'll show how "geram" he is with the nighty. His face will turn red and you can see him sinking his teeth full force. I guess I have to leave my smelly nighty for him if I every go outstation to work for a few days..Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Loves to play with mummy's armpit. Whenever mummy lie down with one arm stretch out, he'll come and pinch it. After that, he'll start laughing and repeat it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Loves to wriggle around mummy whenever mummy's trying to relax and watch tv at nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Love to play with water, especially when he's bathing or playing in his pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Love car rides and shoppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Love musics and dance (Just like mummy). You can play watever music. He'll move his body even with the musics from the advertisement played on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Keith Hate :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Porridge and very choosy when it comes to food. Only likes to eat biscuits, fries, wet noodles (from the shop), junk food ( follow mummy I guess..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hate to wash his hair. He felt like suffocated whenever water being poured on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Hate people cleaning his mucus when he has flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Hate being strapped on the carseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Hate men with beard or talk too loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114180797557844208?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114180797557844208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114180797557844208&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114180797557844208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114180797557844208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/03/keiths-words-progress.html' title='Keith&apos;s words progress'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114129079179434256</id><published>2006-03-02T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:13:11.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernatural</title><content type='html'>Has anyone every encounter with  a spirit before? I've been following our local programme called Seekers for the past few weeks on NTV7 every Wednesday nite at 10.30p.m. and it made me realise that there are supernatural phenomenon going on in this world.&lt;br /&gt; A couple of years back, before conceiving Keith, I went to this very huge Chinese Association hall, in Taiping to attend Hubby's cousin's wedding. Lots of people attended the wedding dinner. I guess maybe about 1000 people. The only thing I hate about this kinda hall is the toilet. It's dirty and never been use unless there is a function going on. I dislike going to the toilet without anyone accompany me.&lt;br /&gt; That nite, I've visited the toilet only once with a few of my SILs. When I entered the last cubicle and was about to pee, I heard someone whistled loudy "Wheet, wheeu..". It sounded like as if there is someone in the toilet cubicle whistling at me while I pee. It is definitely not coming from outside as there is no windows and my SILs are standing outside the toilet door waiting for me to come out. When I went out of the toilet, I asked my SILs whether they've heard anyone whistling while they enter the toilet to pee. All of them said "NO'. This really freaks me out.......But I just kept and told myself maybe I was just imagining things.&lt;br /&gt; The wedding dinner ended at about midnite, as the dance floor open at about 10p.m. after the clear up the front tables. Hubby's relatives decided to go to New Club to continue drinking. Hubby parked his car in front of the hall and asked me to wait in the car while he go back into the hall to help them carry the balance liquor bottles. While I was sitting and waiting in the car, suddenly, I heard someone whispering my name on the left side of my ear, "&lt;em&gt;Sabrina.....Sabrina.....Sabrina.....&lt;/em&gt;". This time, I started to have goose bumps all over. I was looking everywhere in front but dare not look back. I quickly came out of the car and stand outside as there are still a lot of people around. Below the hall is an arcade, where a lot of youngsters are playing either video games or snookers. I started saying "Hail Mary and Our Father". This helps me to be strong and heat up my body as I began to shiver after I heard my name being whispered to me a few times.&lt;br /&gt; Hubby came after about 5 minutes, I told him wat happened? He didn't believe me and told me that I was imagining things. Maybe he doesn't want me to feel scared even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114129079179434256?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114129079179434256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114129079179434256&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114129079179434256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114129079179434256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/03/supernatural.html' title='Supernatural'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114128916634593857</id><published>2006-03-02T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:48:37.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby's on a holiday without me</title><content type='html'>Today, Hubby went to Philipines with BIL for a holiday. They've got a friend who's working with the Hard Rock Cafe in Makati. Boohoo....He went for a holiday without me. But I've got other plans for the weekend. I am going on a shopping spree this weekend with my colleagues in Penang and I am bringing Keith and my maid along. Hehehe....I did told Hubby about it and he just turned to me and say &lt;em&gt;"Don't use the credit card till over the limit".... &lt;/em&gt;I gave him the puppy look and say,&lt;em&gt;"Ok...I won't.... I promise."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114128916634593857?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114128916634593857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114128916634593857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114128916634593857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114128916634593857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/03/hubbys-on-holiday-without-me.html' title='Hubby&apos;s on a holiday without me'/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19291637.post-114111205409839007</id><published>2006-02-28T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:34:14.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this would be my 1st post here, since many are complaining having problem leaving comments on my friendster's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last Sunday, I went to the baby store (Manjaku) to get Keith a swimming pool. At least he can enjoy himself at home during the weekend and I don't need to worry about all the deceases such as hand, foot and mouth infections, bird flu, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19291637-114111205409839007?l=sabrinavun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/feeds/114111205409839007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19291637&amp;postID=114111205409839007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114111205409839007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19291637/posts/default/114111205409839007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinavun.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-this-would-be-my-1st-post-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Sabrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17553653416695192483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
