<?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-4055292196726423769</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:48:56.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055292196726423769.post-617615074366097969</id><published>2009-12-01T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:16:33.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had wonderful time with my best friend</title><content type='html'>We sight-seeing, we shop, we eat, we chat, and we take photographs. We take cab, we take bus, we take mrt, and also by car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see roads beautifully decorated with Christmas trees, bells, reindeers, and santa claus in conjunction with Christmas, we see many foreign tourists with their tots, we see many people with their shopping bags, including us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried on shoes, clothes, but not jewelries, although we went into the shops. I bought few clothes for my young ones and myself, and she bought few clothes for herself. Oh ya, I also bought a Corelle casserole for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat nice Japanese food, durian pancake, sweet Korean strawberries, sweet grapes, sweet apples, passionate passion fruits, almost near-fresh figs, oyster omelette, and char kuey teow. I had spaghetties and she had salad. We also had dessert. I order white eggs in almond, and she order mango pomelo sago? Am I right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her. I miss the place. I miss the food. I miss the time when we are together. It's a memory now. Time flies, flies non-stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-617615074366097969?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/617615074366097969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/12/had-wonderful-time-with-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/617615074366097969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/617615074366097969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/12/had-wonderful-time-with-my-best-friend.html' title='Had wonderful time with my best friend'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055292196726423769.post-1659332412836954550</id><published>2009-11-22T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:15:11.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another milestone for him</title><content type='html'>As I were lazy to prepare a tub of bath water for him, I start to bathe him with showerhead for err...few times? ...hahaha. I put him on a small chair, and spray from the top. His eyes were looking at my showerhead with mouth wide opened. So, he swallowed the water. Turn off the water tap. Covered him with shampoo and shower gel. And again, I spray from the top, and again, he swallowed the water. And then, when comes the time to wash his butt thoroughly, I put him on the floor and asked him to squat down. He stood still. I said again, "squat down". He still stood still. So, I helped him. How? I whacked behind his knees. And he's in squating position immediately. About 2 times of bathtime thereafter, when I said "squat down", he obediently followed my instructions...hahahaha....It's beautiful. He might be small physically, but, do not think that his mind is small too. The Creator's creation is always so amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-1659332412836954550?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1659332412836954550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-milestone-for-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/1659332412836954550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/1659332412836954550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-milestone-for-him.html' title='another milestone for him'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-5905612352321662454</id><published>2009-11-18T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:56:39.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mornings</title><content type='html'>Lately, Hao Yang wakes up quite early. Around 7.30 am. Probably, due to bedroom's and bathroom's door noise. Krekkk....Krekkk....err..it's like that one...Anyway, I'm happy to see him awake... :)&lt;br /&gt;I feed him water, carry him around, play with him, make him cry, make him laugh, and leave him somewhere, and when I'm not in his sight, I quickly run to upstairs to take bath! Or else, he will be following me up. During my bathtime, I feel a sense of err...how should I put it? I don't know..no doubt, it's tiring to entertain the young ones, but...they can make me forget everything about work, they can actually help me to relieve stress...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;They make my day. Thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-5905612352321662454?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5905612352321662454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/5905612352321662454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/5905612352321662454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-mornings.html' title='my mornings'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-5876884029708967196</id><published>2009-10-04T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:37:08.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when my 2nd child fell sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;30/09/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 2nd child's birthday. No celebration for him. He was down with fever since Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;I took leave to bring him to see his paediatrician. After physical examination, Doc couldn't find out what's the cause. Though I was calm externally, but, internally, I was anxious, panic, worry, upset, and etc...Doc suggested we take blood test for dengue and urine test for infection. Doc took his blood. He cried his lungs out! Even before that, he already cried when he sees Doc. And now, Doc asked 'Is he potty trained?' 'HAR?' I thought Doc will get his urine by himself. Or at least, Doc should give me some tips. Instead, he asked me that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, out of Doc's room, me and my MIL trying to &lt;em&gt;shi shi&lt;/em&gt; him. Instead of obediently follow our instructions, he wants to take away the urine container. So, no choice, I forcefully feed him water. And fighting ensue. I know he's unwell. I know he's sleepy. I know he's moody. But, I just can't give up. I know that I just had to take his urine for the test! Or else, I will go crazy. He peed when we let our guard down. I only managed to collect 1 drop of his urine after about 20 mins! So little, and yet, so precious. Quickly, I showed it to the nurse. Hmm...nurse said, they will try to culture it. But, it would be better if I have more. So, I asked for another clean container.&lt;br /&gt;Try for another 10 mins. I gave up. I pity him. He's really sleepy. I feel I should let him sleep first. I feel I should only try again after his nap. So, off we get our car. As we were inside the car, my MIL realised that she left her paid parking ticket at the machine! OMG! She ran back, and left me and my 2nd child inside the car without car key. So, no key, no air con! I do not know why I feel the urge of trying to get his urine again. So, I pull down his pants, put the container below his little bird, and said &lt;em&gt;shi shi&lt;/em&gt;. AND he did as I said!!! More than I asked!! Whoa!!! He wet my pants and car seat too! Anyway, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Results out. -ve for both tests. A bit relieve. As I'm more calm now, I could use my head to think of what next step should I take. Alternative medicine. Yes, alternative medicine. Doubled-boiled &lt;em&gt;ling yung&lt;/em&gt; for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;01/10/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's improvement on my 2nd child's fever, but, still not completely subside. So, I request my MIL to bring him to see Chinese Physician. Took 1 packet of powder.&lt;br /&gt;Result? No fever, but red spots starts to appear on his face. Bring him back to the Chinese Physician, he confirmed those are heaty rashes and toxin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/10/09&lt;br /&gt;No fever. Just red spots. Walk like drunken man! Few steps forward, few steps backward, left, and right! And 'PONG'! Knock his head against cabinet. Outcome? Cries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-5876884029708967196?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5876884029708967196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/10/300909-first-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/5876884029708967196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/5876884029708967196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/10/300909-first-day.html' title='when my 2nd child fell sick'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055292196726423769.post-2116270418284374248</id><published>2009-08-06T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:58:10.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feasting on local fruits</title><content type='html'>No doubt I love imported fruits such as cherries, strawberries, peaches, Japanese/Korean grapes, blueberries, lychees. But, I can't deny the fact that our local fruits are on par with these. Maybe I just take our local fruits for granted. Maybe I just get bored of it. Been feeding with local fruits for almost the whole life. So, you can't blame on me.&lt;br /&gt; Lately, I've been feasting on the local fruits, after lychee season ended. Few weeks ago, I had durian. Ehh...Why I did not see any peach? Peach is the summer fruit. Summer has ended, but, didn't manage to see a peach this year. I really love peaches! I miss peaches!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm starting to appreciate with what we have here. I had mangosteen, duku langsat and rambutan yesterday night! I did not take my dinner, as it's already late after arrived home from work. Maybe I did not drink much water thereafter, it resulted my body producing phlegm more than as usual, which caused me to wake up in the middle of the night just to clear it! And I'm so sleepy now...-__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-2116270418284374248?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/2116270418284374248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/08/feasting-on-local-fruits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/2116270418284374248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/2116270418284374248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/08/feasting-on-local-fruits.html' title='Feasting on local fruits'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-6971881529872828206</id><published>2009-07-29T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:20:48.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunate incidents make us realised what is the meaning of appreciate and grateful</title><content type='html'>Abroad, we have our King of Pop, and back home, we have our Yasmin Ahmad who went to the spirit world recently.&lt;br /&gt; My own acquaintance? About 2 weeks ago, my colleague told me that her friend's son is in coma. The boy is just 1 year and 10 months old. On that fateful day, he was with the maid at the rear seat, while the mother at the front seat. He was chatting, kissing, and playing with his mother. I believe, he wasn't buckled up. The maid was sleeping. At one point, the driver was avoiding something, resulting the car hit the divider and spin few times. During the spinning, the boy was flung out onto highway's drain through the rear window. The body looks scratched a little bit, except the head. His head swollen. And he was put in ICU for few days. Scan result shows that his brain is dead. However, the family is still hoping he will be alright. Few days later, the Doc realised that his spine is broken. Besides that, his mouth was bleeding, because he was biting his own tongue. One week has passed. Went for 3 brain scans. The mother give in. She decided to turn him off from the life support.&lt;br /&gt; This morning, I received a sms from my friend. One of our friend's daughter passed away yesterday. Reason being? No one knows the answer. Waiting for post-mortem result. Her daughter is just 3 years old! I've seen her photo before. She's a normal and healthy child. Her looks resembles the mother.&lt;br /&gt; Our neighbour who lives 2 doors away was down with lung cancer. This surprise us. Because she's a normal housewife who cleans the house everyday. She's someone who did the laundry everyday. She's someone who does gardening everyday. She's not old. She's not fat. Their family car Honda rarely touched! Instead of driving that car out to fetch his son to and fro school, she chose to drive a smaller car. Her husband ride motorcycle to work. One word. Thrifty. After her diagnose, I never see her again. Maybe she stays indoor all the time. Or maybe she's in the hospital. After all the sacrifices, yet to enjoy or reap the fruits she has to be bed-ridden.&lt;br /&gt;It make me ponder what is life? What is there in the afterlife world? Is life just about suffering? Suffering from illness? Suffering from lack of money? Suffering from lack of power?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my husband said to me "The other day when I went to attend the class with my mum, we sat next to each other. I saw her hands. Her hands wrinkled a lot". Time flies. We aged with time. We definitely cannot stop time. Other than appreciate with what I have and be grateful, I do not know what else can I do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-6971881529872828206?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/6971881529872828206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/unfortunate-incidents-make-us-realised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/6971881529872828206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/6971881529872828206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/unfortunate-incidents-make-us-realised.html' title='Unfortunate incidents make us realised what is the meaning of appreciate and grateful'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-5881561216908223663</id><published>2009-07-29T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:51:47.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my best friend's wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sHqw3li73TI/Sm__IDZupCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wqolUxw3GGY/s1600-h/Picture+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363786195038807074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sHqw3li73TI/Sm__IDZupCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wqolUxw3GGY/s320/Picture+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't worry, I did not flirt with her husband...hahaha...ehh...but, din see my best friend in the pic...hahaha...no VIPs again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-5881561216908223663?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/5881561216908223663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-best-friends-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/5881561216908223663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/5881561216908223663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-best-friends-wedding.html' title='my best friend&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sHqw3li73TI/Sm__IDZupCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wqolUxw3GGY/s72-c/Picture+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055292196726423769.post-7562841932068180224</id><published>2009-07-28T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:09:33.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to be or not to be angry with him...</title><content type='html'>I overslept this morning. Woke up by my husband. Alarm clock shows it's 7.10am! Normally, at this hour, I will be feeding him or washing my undergarments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that at least it is still not to late for me to be prepared to work. But, the moment I saw a pot of cooked oatmeal and heard the noise from washing machine, my gratefulness turned to anger. This shows that my husband already up very early. I was thinking why he didn't wake me up early too? While he's cooking mee suah, I stormed into kitchen. I asked him. And he replied was 'I wanted you to sleep longer'. OMG!!! What a @#$%^&amp;amp;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep longer? And make me rushing like a torpedo? Normally, every morning before off to work, I will feed the baby first. Luckily this morning, he did not put up struggle with me. After 10 mins of sucking, he doze off. Hurriedly, I wash my pump and bathe. In the meantime, I tried to control my anger. I do not want to start my day with anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw mee suah on the dining table. Thinking I won't have time to enjoy it at home, I will enjoy it during the journey instead. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the journey, I asked him again.&lt;br /&gt;He said 'I just thought that you can sleep longer'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said 'So that you can see me rushing like mad after that?!!'&lt;br /&gt;He replied 'No, I did not think of that'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I asked another question which I wanted to ask long, long time ago 'Why you always switched off the night lamp's switch but not the power supply switch? Since you want to off the night lamp, then, you should switch off the power supply's switch. Why want to waste electricity?!!' (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Power supply switches has light indicator that shows Power is ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he told me 'At least you can see around if you need to wake up in the middle of the night with that small light'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How thoughtful. He makes my day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-7562841932068180224?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/7562841932068180224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-be-or-not-to-be-angry-with-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/7562841932068180224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/7562841932068180224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-be-or-not-to-be-angry-with-him.html' title='to be or not to be angry with him...'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-7605878725292034711</id><published>2009-07-27T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:07:52.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaki Yaki Japanese buffet</title><content type='html'>This is my very first to go for a Japanese buffet. While on my way there, I was wondering what will they offer. The restaurant is just situated next to Low Yat Plaza. We parked our car at the mall, and walked to our destination restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were greeted by friendly staffs, were ushered by one of them. Good service. But, I feel the seating layout is poorly designed. They might have a reason for doing so. But, imagine, instead of walking straight to my seat where I can see from the moment I entered the restaurant, I have to walked further to be seated. Our seats were in the middle of the restaurant, and it was some sort fenced up at four sides and there are only 2 exit points to the seats. Not only that, we need to climb the staircase, it is akin to walking up to the stage. As soon as we arrived at our seats, comes a friendly staff asking me whether I need high chair. Hmm..another thumbs up for good service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know where to begin with the food as the food was located at about 7 locations. So, I have to walk around to survey. Hmm...not bad, at first thought. A lot of varieties. There are yaki-yaki, tempura, tea &amp;amp; coffee bags, juices, cocktails, fresh seafood &amp;amp; fresh meat to grill by ourselves, cooked vegetables upon orders, sharksfin soup, salad, fruits, desserts(tong sui/cakes), fresh sashimi, ice-cream, handrolls, and of course sushi. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yummy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a chance, yes, I will go there again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@MYR 48.75 on weekdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-7605878725292034711?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/7605878725292034711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/yaki-yaki-japanese-buffet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/7605878725292034711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/7605878725292034711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/yaki-yaki-japanese-buffet.html' title='Yaki Yaki Japanese buffet'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055292196726423769.post-6357835235215431886</id><published>2009-07-26T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:24:13.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thumb sucking</title><content type='html'>One of the thing that attracted me is his thumb sucking. So much like a baby. HE sucked quietly to sleep.&lt;br /&gt; Out of the blue, I feel sucking is not right. So, I browsed the internet to look for more information. To my horror, it is not right!&lt;br /&gt; What I found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does thumb-sucking cause any problems?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolonged thumb-sucking may cause a child to develop dental problems. Thumb-sucking can cause a child's teeth to become improperly aligned (malocclusion) or push the teeth outward, sometimes malforming the roof (upper palate) of the mouth. Malocclusion usually corrects itself when the child stops thumb-sucking. But the longer thumb-sucking continues, the more likely it is that orthodontic treatment will be needed to correct any resulting dental problems.&lt;br /&gt;A child may also develop speech problems, including mispronouncing Ts and Ds, lisping, and thrusting out the tongue when talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be thinking of how to get rid of this habit..and I really believe, it won't be easy..*sigh...another nightmare beings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-6357835235215431886?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/6357835235215431886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/thumb-sucking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/6357835235215431886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/6357835235215431886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/thumb-sucking.html' title='thumb sucking'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-1634952477280313796</id><published>2009-07-24T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:15:30.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprivation</title><content type='html'>Ever since I gave birth, my eyelids were working tirelessly beyond my control. At times, I just wanted to heed the advice to close my eyes for awhile. Though my baby already 9 mths old now, still, I could not have a sleep which I dream of. ~Sleep for the whole day~&lt;br /&gt; When I'm not busy with him, I will be busy with her. When I'm not busy with them, I will be busy with something else. *sigh... One evident. Time is just not enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-1634952477280313796?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1634952477280313796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleep-deprivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/1634952477280313796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/1634952477280313796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleep-deprivation.html' title='Sleep Deprivation'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-6394904357094247459</id><published>2009-07-19T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:53:48.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little traitor</title><content type='html'>On Sat evening, he vomitted while I'm feeding him porridge. Maybe it was because I feed him so frequently on that day. But, cannot blame me. Because everybody is waiting for me to go out to Joe's house warming. So, I have to feed him first. Maybe I feed him in a haste too. I ignored his request of 'don't put into my mouth, mummy..'.&lt;br /&gt; Upon seeing him playing with his porridge raised my temperature to the highest degree! So, I smacked him till he cries! After cleaned him up, I wanted to feed him again. He cried the moment I carried him! So, my mum took him into her arms. He silenced. So, I opened my arms to invite him to come to me, he shoved my hands away! WHAT?? How can he do that to me. I tried again, and he did the same. Not only that, he rest his head on my mum's shoulder. Whoa, whoa, whoa...I don't care! So, I took him away from my mum with force. He wailed!!! Then, my husband took him. And he silenced again. I really feel betrayed, upset....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-6394904357094247459?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/6394904357094247459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-traitor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/6394904357094247459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/6394904357094247459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-traitor.html' title='little traitor'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-1415761261864183249</id><published>2009-07-17T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T03:06:25.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crying baby</title><content type='html'>I do not know why, but, I do love to see my baby cries. Hahaha...I just love the way he make an 'O' or 'square' shape mouth..and then starts wailing..hahaha...especially when I snatched his little bolster or pillow away...crazy me!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when he sees those two things, he will like he has drunk! One hand holding the bolster, and another thumb or hand inside his mouth..sucking...and then, doze off. But, he will doze off quickly if we were to pat his butt! If you stop patting him, he will staring at you..hahahaha...without blinking his eyes! hahahaha.... *sigh...I'm just grateful...really...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-1415761261864183249?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1415761261864183249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/crying-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/1415761261864183249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/1415761261864183249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/crying-baby.html' title='crying baby'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-2452230794319896603</id><published>2009-07-09T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:24:04.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what can my 9 mths old do now</title><content type='html'>Besides crawling, crying, and walking with the support of children's size chair, he will start to cry when he sees nobody in his view. And then, he will starts crawling towards kitchen, there's where I will be most of the time. Once he sees me, he will smiles to me..emm..sweet. Upon entering kitchen, he will starts to grab things on the floor and play with it, lick it, bite it, and disarrange the things. He will only stop if I carry him away.&lt;br /&gt; Whenever I carry him away while he's busy playing with something, he will make noise and kick his legs in the air. I thought, so young already know how to show his tantrum to me! And not only that, he will push my hands away if I were to obstruct him from taking things that he wanted. Cis!&lt;br /&gt; And the thing that I feel betrayed is by himself he will crawl towards his dad, grandpa, or grandma without even them inviting him! And again, if I were to stop him from doing that, he will throw his tantrum to me. I was thinking, I'm the one who consistently feeding him, cleaning him, patting him to sleep, playing with him, and yet, this is what I get in return. -__-..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-2452230794319896603?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/2452230794319896603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-can-my-9-mths-old-do-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/2452230794319896603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/2452230794319896603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-can-my-9-mths-old-do-now.html' title='what can my 9 mths old do now'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-9071183707006414533</id><published>2009-06-29T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T03:08:14.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fine dining of chinese wedding banquet</title><content type='html'>"The Westin? Is it the one in PJ?", I asked. "No", replied my husband. "That one is Eastin, Westin is in KL", he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our surprise, we took less than 30 mins to reach there from TPM after our work. It is situated right across the new high-end shopping mall, Pavilion. As we were busy looking for 'Parking' signboard, I did not even had the chance to glance at the hotel's design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forgot to bring along the invitation card, so, we thought we will go to the lobby to check on the ballroom's location. As I pressed the lift's button, a notice was placed above the buttons, informing us on the floor of the ballroom. Hmm..good. I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing that surprised me is that wet tissue is available in their toilet for us to wipe the toilet seat! Even though it provides illustrations on the dispenser on how to handle used tissue, I am wondering how many people will take notice. I mean, you really have to take effort to see what's in the image, as it's a little bit small. I'm very sure, not many people are educated on how to dispose the wet tissue. I'm confirmed on this, as I was asked before by my FIL whether can he throw it into the toilet bowl after he wiped my baby's buttock? And the next on my mind was, how many times did they called plumber to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so excited to share what we feast. Ok, the jaw dropping menu as per below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Westin Combination Platter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truffled cauliflower parfait ~ Cold lobster jelly shooters ~ Scrambled egg with dried scallop in puff ~ Coffee marinated salmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doubled Boiled Shark Fin-Monkey Mushroom and Scallop Wan Ton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steamed Seabass Fillet Lobster Emulsion, Baby Nin Pak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oven Smoke Sesame Duck with Citronella Plum Coulis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slow Braised Sea Cucumber with Hong Kong Kai Lan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deep Fried Prawns with Kataifi Seaweed ~ Tobiko Egg Salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stewed Giant Beancurd Sheet &amp;amp; Tea Flower Mushroom, Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fried Rice with Assorted Seafood in Seaweed Jus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moist Dark Chocolate and Banana Cake, Soya Bean Ice-Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seasonal Assorted Fruit Platter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While and after read the menu, I thought "Whoa". This is something special. I've never tried this before in other hotels' wedding banquet. I just love it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-9071183707006414533?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/9071183707006414533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/06/fine-dining-of-chinese-wedding-banquet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/9071183707006414533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/9071183707006414533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/06/fine-dining-of-chinese-wedding-banquet.html' title='fine dining of chinese wedding banquet'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-6731464479011758687</id><published>2009-06-25T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:48:46.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When do you know that you should stop breastfeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know there are mothers who breastfed their children up to 2 years of age. How did they do that? I mean, I believe, children at 2 years old should already have a full set of milk teeth. My baby at 8 mths old has only 2 teeth. And he bit my nipples few times before! And it was really damn painful though only 2 teeth. And my spontaneous reaction was? My palm laid on his buttock as fast as a fly flies away when I try to kill it! And his reaction was? 'Wa wa wa'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Should I do something before disaster happens? Initially, I thought I would want to breastfeed him till he's 6 mths old. I've experienced once before when I want to stop breastfeeding. It wasn't a nice one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With engorged breasts, I have to endure the pain for more than a week. To breastfeed and to stop it too needs an iron determination. To relieve the pain, I just need to let my baby suck, that's it! But then, that will send signal to my brain that I still want my body to produce milk. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that we can find some medication over the counter to stop milk production immediately. But, it was not advisable to do so, as advised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by the hospital's nursery staff when I called up to ask for help. Talking about the nursery staffs. They are very helpful. Any problems with your breastfeeding, breastpump, and baby, you just need to give them a call. And they will answer your questions without hesitation or grumbles. And sometimes, they will give you a long lecture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, when I told the staff that I want to stop breastfeeding, she was shock. She asked why. There are many reasons to defend myself. That I'm busy with work. That I can't get enough of rest. That I planned to breastfeed him for only 6 months. That my freezer has no more space to keep milk. Bear in mind, not just 1. It's 2 freezers! One in Cheras, and the other one in Subang. My mum complains to me everytime when she can't squeeze in her frozen meat in the freezer. Although my MIL never complained to me about her freezer storage, I still feel that I shouldn't occupied her freezer all by myself. And moreover, frozen milk has lifespan too. It's not like 10 or 20 years! By crook or by hood, I still need to use the frozen milk before it's expiry date. I can't just keep storing it. To search for breastmilk bag isn't that easy too. I have to travel here and there due to shortage. Till to date, I can only find 3 brands that are available here. And you won't be able to find 3 brands at the same place. And it's not cheap either. See? I have so many reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, I always give-in everytime when my baby starts looking for breast when I'm carrying him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;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/4055292196726423769-6731464479011758687?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/6731464479011758687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-do-you-know-that-you-should-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/6731464479011758687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/6731464479011758687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-do-you-know-that-you-should-stop.html' title='When do you know that you should stop breastfeed'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-3857368496114365337</id><published>2009-06-25T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:52:39.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my share on breastfeeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do not know about others. But, mine? It involves a lot of hard work and strong determination. I want to prove that not only big boobs can produce more milk. I want to prove that what they (the researchers or doctors or nurses) said about supply-and-demand theory is correct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I insist on fully breastmilk for my newborn regardless how tired I am. I insist on fully breastmilk by defying my confinement lady/nanny's advice to feed him formula. I know she meant well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I back to work when my baby was 2 months old. During that month, not to mentioned the first 2 months, I was really, really exhausted, tired. Really worn out, thanks to the sleepless nights. He is, he is, he's a night ranger! My sis commented on his eyes. She said his eyes opened wider during the nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know the fact that, baby on breastmilk will go hungry faster than baby with formula. But, I just want to do my best for my children. I want to live my life with no regrets. I want the best for them. I want to protect them with my milk's antibodies. I have to be strong, I have to be stubborn, I just have too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can still remember how my head swings back and forth while feeding him. I can still remember how I keep on changing his cotton nappy after nappy while feeding him. I can still remember how he cried 'wa wa wa' refusing to go to bed when I chose to ignore him after long hours of attending him. I can still remember how he '&lt;strong&gt;wa wa wa&lt;/strong&gt;' and refuse to drink milk when I force him to drink milk when he wanted to go to bed with empty stomach. I can still remember how he cried '&lt;strong&gt;WA WA WA&lt;/strong&gt;' when I smacked him. By the time he willing to go to bed with full stomach, is the time that I should prepare to work. I'm grateful that my manager is understanding. She allowed me to go home early if I'm really tired. However, I did not abuse this privilege. Instead, I chose to take some short nap on my desk. Or else, there will be either over-or-under-deduct salary credited to my clients' employees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes! They are right! How much your baby sucks will determine it's quantity. The decision is yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-3857368496114365337?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3857368496114365337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-share-on-breastfeeding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/3857368496114365337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/3857368496114365337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-share-on-breastfeeding.html' title='my share on breastfeeding'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-7865463507533061378</id><published>2009-06-24T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:16:34.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate to say this, but, I'm really angry with&lt;/span&gt; my husband this morning! Imagine, how shock I am when I saw my shirt hanging on the clothesline and wondering is it mine? maybe not, maybe yes...not, yes, not, yes. Then, I remember, I wore that shirt yesterday. So, logically, it should be there. And why is it look different now? I take a closer look. Oh my! Color, yes! Shape, yes! But, not the stitches! I mean, there was one part which is opened now! The neck part! I can see the wrinkled thread hanging there! It's my FAV shirt! Instead of using hand-wash, my husband dumped it into washing machine with other not-so delicate fabric clothes! And of course, I confront him. His reply? Smile. He's smiling to me. *sigh* I do not want to argue more, else I will be late for work. Off I went to take bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During my time in the bathroom, I asked myself, do I need to be angry? I mean, do I really want to waste my energy to be angry with him? Deep down in my heart, I know that he did not do it consciously. As we all know, guys are really clumsy and careless. That's where my anger cools down, else I will be #$%&amp;amp;*%$ him early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've learnt! Moving forward, I will separate my clothes from the normal ones so that this mishap will not happen again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-7865463507533061378?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/7865463507533061378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-laundry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/7865463507533061378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/7865463507533061378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-laundry.html' title='My laundry'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-3054611946366587629</id><published>2009-06-24T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:25:40.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO work or NOT TO work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"In our life, how many 10 years do we have?" Sounds familiar? To those who watched 'Rosy Business' TVB Drama on Astro OnDemand or internet, this phrase has been uttered again and again by a guy named Chai Kau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A good friend of mine is in 15/16 on deciding whether should she quit her job now. She might have 1001 reasons for doing so. But, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how many decades do we have in our life to work? While it means we should live our life with no regrets in the drama, but, my friend is no longer in her teens. Time is catching up with our age. If she were to quit to start up a business, I will surely give her my support. If she were to quit and hunting for a managerial post, surely I will give her my support. But, if she were to quit to find a job whereby the same post can be filled-in by youngsters, I think it is a bit risky here. What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-3054611946366587629?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/3054611946366587629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-work-or-not-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/3054611946366587629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/3054611946366587629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-work-or-not-to-work.html' title='TO work or NOT TO work'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-1461869927434206358</id><published>2009-06-23T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:51:25.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;'So fast slim already'. That was what I heard from a pretty lady working next door when I bumped into her in the toilet. She was referring to my post-natal body. My baby is 8 mths old now, another few more days will be 9. Actually, I do not know how to reply her as I was embarrased because I occupied the toilet for a very long time..emm..about 20 mins? and she was waiting in a queue...It's not that I want to do 'business' during office hours, it's just that I'm &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; busy to do it at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My usual routine is once step-into home, I will be washing and sterilizing milk bottles. Then, off to a quick bath, but, I will warm-up his milk beforehand. Then, feed him milk, which usually takes about 1 hour? And if he's too tired, he will sleep thereafter. Else, there were times when he threw up right after he finished his milk, and I have to do extra cleaning..And then, re-feed. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Once settled the small one, if I have time, I will spend some time with the big one. Read and play with her. Then, once she off to bed, I will do laundry if my husband not done it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Finally, I can go to bed. zzzzZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, back to the topic. Slim topic. To be honest, I don't think I'm that slim, considering the fact that I can't fit in most of my jeans, my XS and S blouse, or dress. Wanted to give away my jeans..but, I'm just too heavy-heart to be parted from them. They still look nice and new to me..Pls note, they are all Levi's! I'm still trying to cut my food intake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; During confinement and few months after that, I was feeding myself lots of food. Due to breastfeeding, I became hungry quickier. Not only I eat very often, I eat a lot too.  So, I gained a lot of weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My colleagues' comment? I look rounded. OMG! Then, slowly by slowly I cut down on my food intake. I took lesser rice, try not to have ice-cream after dinner, try to cut down on cakes (&lt;em&gt;if only it's possible&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055292196726423769-1461869927434206358?l=tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/feeds/1461869927434206358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/06/toilet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/1461869927434206358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055292196726423769/posts/default/1461869927434206358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tjenn-myfirst.blogspot.com/2009/06/toilet.html' title='Toilet'/><author><name>tjenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10083121216127306785</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-4055292196726423769.post-6315698412338418820</id><published>2009-06-23T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:08:16.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi Everybody, welcome to my very, very, very first blog! 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