<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281</id><updated>2009-10-13T09:22:54.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zann's Snippets</title><subtitle type='html'>a peek into My Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>305</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-2625547054160904620</id><published>2006-12-23T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:36.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How i wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RY0o2pAKxxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P8TljpmDl5U/s1600-h/vladstudio_noel_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RY0o2pAKxxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P8TljpmDl5U/s200/vladstudio_noel_800x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011706879517837074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast Saturday. Everyday the same to me. Xmas is 2 days away...And i m in the festive Mood ar...Always hoping to go shopping these days. But today the same&gt; Din go anywhere special. Headed to Whitesands with HB and Zann for a walk. Xian. Nothing to see. Tot I can shop for some clothes. In d end We shopped at NTUC. HB said he is tired to go anywhere especially with Zann ard. But then I still hope to involve my little Darling whenver we go out lei. Duno why I feel that my relationship with HB seems to drift apart. When i know that he was hoping for more working trip, somehow I feel sad being left alone here with Zann. I know he is working there, but the time spent tog also lesser. Going with  him also another problem cos duno enough $ for my airfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished HB can change his present job (low pay with little welfare), and Zann able to stand and walk Soon. As for me, hoping HB love me more than anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked HB tis year Xmas how to celebrate, no response from him one. Xian. I knew we sure stay at hm agn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-2625547054160904620?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/2625547054160904620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=2625547054160904620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/2625547054160904620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/2625547054160904620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-i-wish.html' title='How i wish...'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-5033016899736855342</id><published>2006-12-24T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:36.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RY5_35AKxyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ElTBS4ML_34/s1600-h/skd288450sdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RY5_35AKxyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ElTBS4ML_34/s200/skd288450sdc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012084033481000738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today rain the whole day. Stay at hm whole day. Sigh What's New..Everyday the same. i didnt cook. Had Mac for Dinner. HB and me craved for KFC initially but couldnt call in the hotline. In d end we changed to MAc instead. Quite full la but sinful. I promised myself to go on diet yet I let my body down again :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB said if only we are to celebrate Xmas overseas every year..ll b great. Who doesnt want that. Who is gg to pay afterall? Now that I am SAHM, no more luxuries only necessities. But I reminded HB for next year Mar working trip I hope to tag. I feel myself deserving a break. No response frm him. I wonder if he ll plan for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-5033016899736855342?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/5033016899736855342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=5033016899736855342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/5033016899736855342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/5033016899736855342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2006/12/normal-sunday.html' title='Normal Sunday'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-8355395955806087562</id><published>2006-12-26T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:36.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go away ..Pls come agn Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZEiiZAKx7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/S7pMN1fSH_A/s1600-h/IMG_0561copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZEiiZAKx7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/S7pMN1fSH_A/s200/IMG_0561copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012825834462562226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZEfR5AKx4I/AAAAAAAAABM/sMjI4vJSkzo/s1600-h/IMG_0550copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZEfR5AKx4I/AAAAAAAAABM/sMjI4vJSkzo/s200/IMG_0550copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012822252459837314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZEfSJAKx5I/AAAAAAAAABU/toNNiezezuI/s1600-h/IMG_0541copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZEfSJAKx5I/AAAAAAAAABU/toNNiezezuI/s200/IMG_0541copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012822256754804626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZEfSZAKx6I/AAAAAAAAABc/MbpEtDAAcbs/s1600-h/IMG_0540copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZEfSZAKx6I/AAAAAAAAABc/MbpEtDAAcbs/s200/IMG_0540copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012822261049771938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been raining the whole day. Wondered why it doesnt stop at all. Cant go anywhere not even buying groceries nearby. Weather is cooling but not the mood. Me and HB feeling lousy. We quarrelled again. Yesterday also the same. Even though we spent a xmas outing at the airport and tampines mall. He feel frustrated easily and talked to me in a 'Dun feel gd' tone. Asking him to be more caring towards me seems like a chore to him. He later apologised in the airport yeasterday. But back at hm, he back to his temper again. Promised me no more vulgarities oso cant fulfill. Talked abt his folks he started being defensive. He doesnt even understand there's a reason for my resentment towards them. In his phrase, there's always the word' You'. ..you that / you this...as if i am the one at fault. Sooner or later, we may really drift ..Apart  or we have started to. Sad. Sad Xmas yesterday. Sad rainy day today. Sad that he doesnt make an effort to care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-8355395955806087562?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/8355395955806087562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=8355395955806087562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/8355395955806087562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/8355395955806087562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2006/12/rain-rain-go-away-pls-come-agn-another.html' title='Rain Rain Go away ..Pls come agn Another Day'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-4626226897195941064</id><published>2006-12-27T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:35.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Wed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZJ4NJAKx8I/AAAAAAAAACI/FI6uLWK8SxA/s1600-h/vladstudio_outfromthedeep_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZJ4NJAKx8I/AAAAAAAAACI/FI6uLWK8SxA/s200/vladstudio_outfromthedeep_800x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013201502367041474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 's weather is nice cooling one. Feared the rain may strike so decided to stay hm again. Lack of Kiwi for Zann. Maybe getting tomolow. Still in my PMS mood. HAs been thinking to purchase more shoes, I lack of proper shoes to go out and even interview (if i have). Agnes sms-ed in the noon abt the sale in robinsons. Sound tempted to join her but I am not keen to go orchard. I was hoping to go marina SQ. it has been a long time since i went there. Anyway see how. If rain comes tmolow, any shopping plan ll hv to be shelved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hb and me quarreled a bit today. &lt;br /&gt;He always let the environment affected him. I wish he can put the attention on finding new job and how to earn more money. &lt;br /&gt;He has changed after coming back from thailand. What has happened to him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make him feel better, I suggested him to move back to his parents plc. Maybe staying apart ll help us. This is not the first time to raise this issue yet he always hesitiate. Will the coming 2007 a gd year for the three of us? I cant help thinking if one day we ll still be together as a family. One day his parents ll know the truth. And I ll be the one telling them. Wanted them to accept for who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-4626226897195941064?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/4626226897195941064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=4626226897195941064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/4626226897195941064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/4626226897195941064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-wed.html' title='Another Wed..'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-7446794007538636360</id><published>2006-12-28T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:35.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day ...with darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZPox5AKx9I/AAAAAAAAACU/CcIQS_y9mWY/s1600-h/IMG_0449+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZPox5AKx9I/AAAAAAAAACU/CcIQS_y9mWY/s320/IMG_0449+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013606754006255570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole day at hm today. Planned to go marina square but din get to go cos of the stupid rain. &lt;br /&gt;In d end, din get to go buy groceries also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din put Zann in the walker..hardly. cos I am too tired to run after her. Last nite 6am she woke up and refused to sleep back in her playpen after that. I dozed off while swinging her to ZZzz...gee hardly an hour, I have to get up prepare her breakfast and bathe her. Tired. This ll be routine everyday. And yet I always feel tired. Zann has made some progress. She managed to stand in the playpen supporting the rail. I was so happy. Me on the TV for her so that she could stand while more. Hopefully in no time she can walk... yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am typing this, she's making some noise in the bedrm. 5mins. She went back to ZZzz liao. Phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-7446794007538636360?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/7446794007538636360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=7446794007538636360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/7446794007538636360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/7446794007538636360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-day-with-darling.html' title='My day ...with darling'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-8848714793987465965</id><published>2006-12-30T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:34.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Good" Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZZ2m5AKx-I/AAAAAAAAACg/p0wN_okbHho/s1600-h/Image010%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZZ2m5AKx-I/AAAAAAAAACg/p0wN_okbHho/s320/Image010%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014325645632260066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZZ2m5AKx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/pT_603IsaHo/s1600-h/Image037%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZZ2m5AKx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/pT_603IsaHo/s320/Image037%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014325645632260082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out whole day with Zann. Morning went to Pasir Ris Park see people cycling. Wanted to rent a bike for myself but only left the big mountain bike (doesnt 'fit' me) Bored, Zann fell asleep in her stroller. Went Marina Square Shopping after that. Bought a tubetop for myself and boardbook for Zann. Stil cant find any ideal gift fr HB. never mind abt him then. He upset me today again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday mentioned abt making some meatballs. HB went to buy meat this evening. Pestered me to make some for him. Ok lor I soft hearted ya..in d end gave in. He said nice..duno can trust him or not. To him food is always nice one. Too bad my darling zann cant try mummy's self made meatballs. sigh..oily and fattening for her..i myself oso hesitate on eating them (even though I made myself). Sinful lo. Wah lau hb said i getting FAt ..xian hearing this damn word. I cant deny I really eat alot esp junk food these days w/o second thought. How to control .. my apetitte seems to increase...I wondered if it's due to taking care of Zann..or staying hm whole day.....In d end i borrowed a book on fast food nation, the ugly truth abt junk food. Who know maybe this book can convinced me give up fast food? Or maybe?....Hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-8848714793987465965?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/8848714793987465965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=8848714793987465965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/8848714793987465965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/8848714793987465965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-friday.html' title='&quot;Good&quot; Friday'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-5575321368075886085</id><published>2006-12-31T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:34.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZfEBpAKyAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fvge030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZfEBpAKyAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fvw2W5C6u5Y/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014692242565810178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZfEB5AKyBI/AAAAAAAAADA/3lnG3iTk3r8/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZfEB5AKyBI/AAAAAAAAADA/3lnG3iTk3r8/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014692246860777490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZfEB5AKyCI/AAAAAAAAADI/ORj03Gnf6h8/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZfEB5AKyCI/AAAAAAAAADI/ORj03Gnf6h8/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014692246860777506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZfECJAKyDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/D3m-z3YkAXc/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZfECJAKyDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/D3m-z3YkAXc/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014692251155744818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is New Year's Eve, Finally 2006 gg to be a closed chapter for me. My Resolution for the new year? well to be happy at least. Able to get a new good job and everthg go smoothly in 2007..and  may all the pple ard me be happy. Bought Little tikes activity walker from ToysR'US for Zann. Me and HB kinda of worried, hoping she can walk soon with the aid of the walker. Bought belated xmas present for Hb. I can sense the disppointment, maybe it's smethg he dun expect form me? Didnt buy anythg for myself. These few days have been on shopping spree..need to save $ already. Cant afford to be extravagant anymore. Even HB wanted to get me a muffin tray for me (cos he know I love to bake), as much as I wanted it, i stopped him. Maybe nxt mth then get ba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping and yearning for the China trip. To be able to tag along with HB and bringing Zann as well. We had xmas lunch at Viet'thai restaurant. The food din fare well. We ordered a side dish Fried Dory, and there was a strand of long hair! Eeeew.... I told HB I abit regretted stepping in, in d end paying that kind of amt we din expected for that kind of food man. Sigh...wasted $. &lt;br /&gt;Hb bought a packet of Kueh tutu frm Pasar Malam, i had a bite. yucks, thk we saw a cockroach wing (seems to me it is lor)..Eeeee..Damn disgusting.  I feel like puking as I am typing this,,,urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's eve just like that. No firework watching, no partying. Just lidat. The three of us reached hm with heavy stuffs. Tired. Din enjoyed dinner also. Mum cooked a dish..and it just dun tempt me. And worse, afternoon already kena 'eeextra' raw ingredients...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked HB whether he is keen in joining me for a jog (which I was hoping for a loooong time) he gave me a kind of look. And says see how la...Xian one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-5575321368075886085?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/5575321368075886085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=5575321368075886085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/5575321368075886085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/5575321368075886085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year-eve.html' title='New Year Eve'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-3936480237250785909</id><published>2007-01-02T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:33.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye long weekend ....chao ta liao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZpX_CAfr6I/AAAAAAAAADo/wUdxwPLIEuk/s1600-h/AA045608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZpX_CAfr6I/AAAAAAAAADo/wUdxwPLIEuk/s320/AA045608.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015417875412791202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last dae of the long public holidays. Finally. Cant bear also. These few days like very relaxing ..Hb feels being forced to go out with me n Zann. He always find it troublesome to bring us out one. Told him I feel bored. Cooped up at hm wun do us any good also. He simply dun put himself in my shoe. But in d end he still gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB ll be returning to work tmlw. cAn tell he is happy cos he must have hated staying at hm. Yesterday we went to Pasir Ris park to cycle. We merely stayed 2 hours in the park and the weather seems cool to us.. and that trip caused the three of us more than just tired...we reached hm tanned or rather Chao Da..(and that include my little Zann too). I was worried for Zann, worried she may get fever.."touchwood" lucky dun have. Now my shoulders and back feeling sore and painful. Zann's face is a bit pinkish. Hb kena the forehead. We didnt expected the results. Or maybe we shld apply sunblock lotion liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked and prepared today's dinner. HB say he loves it duno real or not. And he was hoping i ll cook Every Day man...I dun mind if i have a maid lor..me ord drained of energy looking after Zann, what's there left in me..sigh cook? i think i shall save that for weekend ba...for now still tingkat ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told HB i really hated him using his pc more than spending time with me. Duno y he still dun get the hint. Our back face each other and our Face towards each of our computer screen, So where 's the interaction? Like married to PC ... My favourite TV prog starts tonite..War and Beauty...Ooo yeah! I know one, for me shall be watching alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-3936480237250785909?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/3936480237250785909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=3936480237250785909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/3936480237250785909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/3936480237250785909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/bye-bye-long-weekend-chao-ta-liao.html' title='Bye Bye long weekend ....chao ta liao'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-7385189265495082775</id><published>2007-01-03T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:33.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not feeling well....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZu6ASAfr7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/3JeEEvaMstc/s1600-h/71277174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZu6ASAfr7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/3JeEEvaMstc/s320/71277174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015807124003860402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i am typing this, i am having headache. Duno y. These few daes have been suffering frm headaches. And it's like getting worse. Can only use panadols to relieve. Today is no exceptional. In fact just taken 2 panadols again. Not keen to see doctor. Waste time and $. Anyway, I only have myself looking after my darling. Zann woke up last night ard 5am for milk. After that she refused to sleep back in her playpen again. Screaming and crying away for me. No choice, I had to swing her. In order to keep her volume down. HB wasnt pleased with Zann. He shouted at Zann. But what can a one year old toddler know? I rebuked HB over this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's his temper again, Over many times I wanted him not to feel frustrated easily. To change other person, may as well change myself. And this i hope I can change Hb. Hopefully it works. I am just upset that HB dun see the way as me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, he told me he has apologised to Zann. I felt consoled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-7385189265495082775?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/7385189265495082775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=7385189265495082775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/7385189265495082775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/7385189265495082775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-feeling-well.html' title='Not feeling well....'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-3501719636257475344</id><published>2007-01-04T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:32.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodday to me and Zann</title><content type='html'>Today it's early to start this blog for it hasnt a day yet..and here I am typing away while Zann is sleeping away at this minute in her playpen. Me myself also find it hard to believe. Second day today and I started 'training' my daughter to sleep on her own bed. No more swinging as I am hoping to make this habit go. I duno what other method to try besides using my own way. I knew she was 'craving' for the sarong as she started rubbing her eyes at 1030am. No matter how much she hated the feeling inside the playpen, i still left her there. While I am busy preparing her lunch, she busy crying and screaming @_@ &lt;br /&gt;This persisted ard half an hour..voila! Zann is asleep but in a sitting position..yeah..sound like magic..so fast asleep liao. Mummy is happy. Hopefully this is a Good start... LOL hmmm..shall see how long she sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZxyciAfr8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/98lo_ycSX3I/s1600-h/71897707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZxyciAfr8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/98lo_ycSX3I/s320/71897707.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016009919474675650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zann sleeps for half an hour from her sitting position. Sigh. Have to keep on trying her ..no choice. I myself din get to nap in d end. Tired. And my headache is terrible. Today's tingkat dinner dishes sucked. I went dwn gotten myself a cheeseburger and an apple pie for HB. Hanging ard online also xian after mia for many days, din get to see my fren online today. Sigh. Hb came back from work late. I was angry with him initially for not calling me what time reach hm. He always take me for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zann progress well in standing these days. I am happy. I gave her the newly bought activity walker. She support herself by holding onto the handle. I keep telling her ..wait fall pain pain must hold ar..she understands. until she rub her eyes and say bao ..ma ma ma....sigh..sleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-3501719636257475344?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/3501719636257475344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=3501719636257475344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/3501719636257475344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/3501719636257475344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/goodday-to-me-and-zann.html' title='Goodday to me and Zann'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-9136537170893787251</id><published>2007-01-05T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:32.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired. Fever. Disappointed.</title><content type='html'>Today Zann woke up ard 10 am. I fed her kiwi and cod fish oil for the start. The timing close to her lunch. She managed to finish the chicken porridge I prepared. Same for the dinner. Dun dare to five spinach too much cos she had diarrhea yesterday. She cried for 15mins in the playpen and sleep at 130pm. Need to be time conscious cos have to know what time she wake up. In d end she slept for half an hour. Sure not enuf one. True. But I still keep her awake. Trained her on the activity walker. She managed to walk two steps. I am so happy.She din want to stand long so I passed all the toys to her. Made a mess on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZ5CFtpUadI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FurIWOjwe4Y/s1600-h/200129122-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZ5CFtpUadI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FurIWOjwe4Y/s320/200129122-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016519700856990162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was disappointed when hb dun even bother to call when he know he ll be hm late. Taking me for granted again. And I have to be the one making the calls. Today is Friday and I told him I wanted to go out since my mum off today. HE okok in d end still in his work again. I am so tired. Why cant my hb help to relieve me, I really envy other pple's hb so nice to their wife. Do I have to treat him as my HB or younger brother? (He doesnt even knw what it takes to be a HB and a father). I am feeling feverish this morning, And a headache.&lt;br /&gt;Why everyone have a break ..or rather they feel themselves deserve a break but not me. I am feeling frustrated now. My mum off today and asked her to help me look after Zann a while.. in d end she went put shopping.....Cant find own HB when I called him at 830pm. Cant even find him when I need him. Told him yesterday Zann need more vaccinations..he acted like bo hiu. KNN. I am really pissed with him.KNN ll be better off alone w/o him. Maybe ll happen one day! Bad temper, not making effort, forever blaming environment. Told him so many times. Even ask him how our wedding photos..he oso F care. No weddin dinner between us ok i am fine ...but dun even have a basic wedding photo..really a joke in this marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering why on earth I have to be with someone 4 years younger than me. If no Zann, the answer ll be no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-9136537170893787251?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/9136537170893787251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=9136537170893787251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/9136537170893787251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/9136537170893787251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/tired-fever-disppointed.html' title='Tired. Fever. Disappointed.'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-2029159864498200764</id><published>2007-01-06T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stir Fry Udon</title><content type='html'>Managed to cook this morning. Have been thkg so long to cook this dish also. My favourite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir Fry Udon &lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1can chao san si &lt;br /&gt;1 pack udon (can get frm NTUC) &lt;br /&gt;1tbsp vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;minced garlic &lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup water &lt;br /&gt;2 eggs lightly beaten &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat the oil, add in garlic &lt;br /&gt;Add the egg and stir fry &lt;br /&gt;Drain the chao san si oil, before adding in &lt;br /&gt;Add water (little at first) and udon &lt;br /&gt;Let it simmer til water dry ..voila u can serve liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZ-trdpUaeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eUk3YbOEeow/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RZ-trdpUaeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eUk3YbOEeow/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016919472117934562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-2029159864498200764?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/2029159864498200764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=2029159864498200764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/2029159864498200764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/2029159864498200764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/stir-fry-udon.html' title='Stir Fry Udon'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-6631070020247467323</id><published>2007-01-07T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:32.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaccination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RaDnx9pUafI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MU32GUGEkkM/s1600-h/200121567-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RaDnx9pUafI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MU32GUGEkkM/s320/200121567-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017264830438205938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning brought Zann for the vaccination against MMR. She was in a happy mood till the needle went into her arm. I felt painful too as I watched. Doc said the side effect maybe a fever after 3-5 days. I asked for fever medicine just in case. Total 53 bucks. There go the $$ again. Next injection ll be in June. Doc also told me abt the optional injection after 1st year. Like against chicken pox, Hep A, pneumoccal etc. So I think no hurry completing the vaccination until the 2nd year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hb had a terrible toothache as well. In d end, decided to see dentist until Fri. Always must wait for last min painful then start kan cheong. Nver heed my advise. (anyway, whatever I say oso turned into deaf ear one la). His father called him and asked him to call his mother back. I find it weird. Why cant the father conveyed the message? Feeling egoistic perhaps. I dun approve of their teaching method. So I always reminded HB dun ever use his own father's way of parental style on Zann if he himself dun like it. Correct mah..if u dun like it then dun practise on other pple lo. Anyway my r/s with his folks ll never improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday asked HB will i get to see Zann when she turn 50 years old? He replied me maybe. Yah, who knows how long I will survive. Duno y these few days I have a bad headache and bad premonition. Ask HB what ll he do if i am gone.But then, evrythg in the life related to the word 'depend'. Just like Zann, depending on the activity walker to progress from standing to walk a few steps, HB depends on his job to provide for me and Zann. Me, depend on Zann to give me the real meaning of life, depend on HB bring in $$$. Do i sound being useless? I think I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided to go back to workforce this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-6631070020247467323?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/6631070020247467323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=6631070020247467323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/6631070020247467323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/6631070020247467323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/vaccination.html' title='Vaccination'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-5717053919862446315</id><published>2007-01-12T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:32.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zann turning 13 mth today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/Rac1dk51rTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FS-skiLyxx4/s1600-h/56810976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/Rac1dk51rTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FS-skiLyxx4/s400/56810976.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019039091966455090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Zann turning 13mth old. So fast. &lt;br /&gt;That day's check up I asked doc if Zann is overweight, lucky no. But But Doc say she is very tall, 83cm! (Got to pay if travel mrt cos 90cm is their limit..) And she is still learning to walk. There's some progress. She managed to learn walking a few steps and she knows what 'fall' means. I used the activity walker, she hold the handle firmly. When she let go, I ll say, cannot! Fall fall, wait pain pain ar and she understands, she quickly grab onto the handle again. Until she say, mama bao bao...Doc said if by 16 mths she still cant walk, got to bring her see doc liao (which I hoped this not the case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get her the rocking horse frm ikea ...but dun have chance to go. Tomorrow have to meet the principal frm learning vison and then noon I have to bring Zann to church. Sat a busy day for me. Wanted to go tampines walk walk also but no chance. Morning wanted to buy kiwi for Zann but raining again. And today she wake up at 10am and she Zzz again after the milk and bread with cheese. Duno why these days Zann always Zzzz so much in the daytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her nightime frm the  usual 8pm turned to 11pm ord. Not letting her ZZ in the daytime she ll turn cranky and refused to play and practise walking. I need to revert her to normal sleeping time. If not she ll think can suka suka sleep anytime she like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch for Zann ll be minced liver meat (rich in iron), carrot (rich in beta carotene).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather's cold. Raining. I wondered whether can go out later have dinner. As I am typing the blog, my tummy is calling for food. Hungry now, must be due to the cold weather. PizzaHut having promo 2 regular pan pizza for 19.90..cheap ar...if not for the dinner, I might have called in ord...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-5717053919862446315?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/5717053919862446315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=5717053919862446315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/5717053919862446315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/5717053919862446315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/zann-turning-13-mth-today.html' title='Zann turning 13 mth today'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-2830002352469556266</id><published>2007-01-14T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:31.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/Ramh0k51rVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uyOtkLdDM9A/s1600-h/56810937-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/Ramh0k51rVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uyOtkLdDM9A/s400/56810937-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019721184312667474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday visited Learning Vision. The Principal was friendly. She explained the curriculum and the fees ..sound good to me. She asked me to grow Zann 's hair long cos mistaken for a boy. She also commented that Zann is tall and well developed. I feel proud of cos. I told the principal that I take care of Zann almost a year. With no help. The teacher offered to carry Zann.. but after a while, she cried for me. Can tell she still cling to me. I just dun trust anyone who can do a better job than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy food and prepare lunch and dinner for everyone, ended up couldnt meet Keith to go church on time. Have to postpone to next week le. I was reading bible and happened to see these verses from Luke 11:34 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eye is the lamb of you body &lt;br /&gt;When your eyes are good, your whole body is also full of light. &lt;br /&gt;But when they are bad, your body is also full of darkness, &lt;br /&gt;See to it then that the light within you is not darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's meaningful to me. I tried reading it many times and I got the message into my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to talk to when night fall. Ended up eating alot. Dinner was cooked by me. &lt;br /&gt;Wanted to play some strategy game but find meaningless to me, in d end stayed up late watching horror show&lt;br /&gt;I watched the 'Stay Alive' after Zann Zzz, through the nite. &lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of an almost fatal game I played with 2 pals back in secondary days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-2830002352469556266?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/2830002352469556266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=2830002352469556266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/2830002352469556266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/2830002352469556266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/perception-reality.html' title='Perception Reality'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-6538705383674826692</id><published>2007-01-14T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:31.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RamkGE51rXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/i0220zjoRjU/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RamkGE51rXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/i0220zjoRjU/s400/Image034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019723683983633778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RamkAk51rWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Sv78m_rNfQA/s1600-h/Image041%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RamkAk51rWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Sv78m_rNfQA/s400/Image041%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019723589494353250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-6538705383674826692?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/6538705383674826692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=6538705383674826692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/6538705383674826692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/6538705383674826692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-1660003511951925616</id><published>2007-01-14T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:31.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My craving for Fried Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RamqJk51rYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZkoTZJH4a3s/s1600-h/dv1354004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RamqJk51rYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZkoTZJH4a3s/s400/dv1354004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019730341182942594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very basic fried rice. My version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 onion&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;I pack of prawn &lt;br /&gt;Pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons oil for stir-frying ( i used vegetable oil)&lt;br /&gt;cooked rice &lt;br /&gt;1 - 2 tablespoons light soy sauce or oyster sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash and finely chop the onion. Lightly beat the eggs with the salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat the frying pan and add 2 tablespoons oil. &lt;br /&gt;When the oil is hot, add the eggs. Cook, stirring, until they are lightly scrambled but not too dry.&lt;br /&gt;emove the eggs and clean out the pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add 2 tablespoons oil. Add the prawns. &lt;br /&gt;Add the rice. Stir-fry for a few minutes, using wooden spoon to break it apart. &lt;br /&gt;Stir in the soy sauce or oyster sauce.&lt;br /&gt;When the rice is heated through, add the scrambled egg back into the pan. &lt;br /&gt;Mix thoroughly. Garnish with onions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-1660003511951925616?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/1660003511951925616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=1660003511951925616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/1660003511951925616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/1660003511951925616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-craving-for-fried-rice.html' title='My craving for Fried Rice'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-4044550191571471374</id><published>2007-01-15T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:31.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chew On it ..Endure?</title><content type='html'>Some days awaken with aching feeling and dull spirits and wonder how to shake off the lethargy and make it through the day. Woke up early to start Today. Prepared my own breakfast, Zann's Lunch and my lunch as well. All done by 10am. And Zann has a good sleep until 11am. And she ZZZ again after an early lunch at 11am. And that's 145pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Quiet afternoon. No one else. Just me and Zann. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to finish a book today,titled' Chew on this'. Worth a reading.&lt;br /&gt;It's abt the downside of fast food. Heard there is a movie abt it coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RasVa051rZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hZgfh9KWWiA/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RasVa051rZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hZgfh9KWWiA/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020129760256568722" /&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;A call from agency, asking if i am keen to take up a job. Marketing in a prestiged bank. But the salary offered not to my expectation. Asked them to keep another look out for me in d end. Rented the War and Beauty Series last nite. Finally back to my TV addiction days soon. I missed those days. My TVB addiction days back in Yew Tee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner today still a question mark cos no more tingkat for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-4044550191571471374?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/4044550191571471374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=4044550191571471374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/4044550191571471374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/4044550191571471374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/chew-on-it-endure.html' title='Chew On it ..Endure?'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-6815651544799227129</id><published>2007-01-16T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 7am milk feed, Zann went back to ZZz and woke up at 11am, these days always so late. I tot of giving her Kellogg's cereal with milk for breakfast but the timing so near lunch, in d end, Feed her Chicken porridge for lunch. While me having bread with otah. Sick of the jam and butter days. Read thru the Mother and Baby issue, an article abt the benefits of eating Kiwi. It helps the boost immune system and  the fruit has always been Zann's favourite. thank God, Glad that she is not a fussy eater, she accept what I give her normally. I am thinking of cooking lasagne for Zann. Maybe weekend ba. Take alot of effort to prepare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She learnt how to clap hand today. The action very cute lor. Hmm cant think of any song that relate with clapping hands. Or is there? Learning process ll be more fun If there is song included, I guessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/Razjyk51raI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QJlqYUyM94c/s1600-h/72435393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/Razjyk51raI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QJlqYUyM94c/s320/72435393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020638142650494370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While having the SaraLee cake, makes me wonder if the name-brand belongs to a Chinese..in d end, I went to search online, so it was an american bakery entrepreneur naming after his daughter. Funny, I have known this brand for so many years since young until today then i realised.How blur I am.hmm  I picture myself how my future gg to unfold. Whether one day me too ll have my own bakery shop..sigh. Think can only bake at hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-6815651544799227129?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/6815651544799227129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=6815651544799227129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/6815651544799227129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/6815651544799227129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/after-7am-milk-feed-zann-went-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-8398217524374937735</id><published>2007-01-17T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:30.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/Ra3YH051rbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/k4pZyOw1TqU/s1600-h/E002099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/Ra3YH051rbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/k4pZyOw1TqU/s320/E002099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020906788559891890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought myself chocolate truffles, no wonder pple always say chocolate can make a person feel happy. And that's wat I needed for tday. At least. I am not in a good mood today. Have a quarrel with my mum again. It doesnt make me feel good that in law know abt her problem with her own hb. I have gotten used to the idea of being in a single family. Just dun understand why she still cant let go. News spread fast and esp the not so called good news. Why on earth must announce to the whole world?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New YEar coming soon and there's planning and decision made  w/o my knowledge. In the first place wasnt even close to relatives, why must make ourselves unhappy to face them when I can enjoy reunion dinner! My bro and me simply dun want to eat with them. The talk of it enough to make my blood boil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home frm the central to realise that Me have left out the cod fish oil for Zann. Everythg bought liao just that cod fish oil...urgh..Forgot i havent taken my lunch, In d end, instant noodle. Afternoon, I trashed things out with mil over my past. I am just tired to hide the truth anymore. Mum asked me why I do that, what if they despised me. I F care la. If they can accept for who I am, Good, If not, forget it. My right eye twitched the whole day. Is  it good or bad? Can anyone tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what having a lousy mood rite, still have to prepare dinner for everyone in the family, Anyhow cook also. Stir Fried French bean. Steamed egg with minced pork. Stir Fried potato with luncheon meat in tomato sauce. If anyone can tell me not good enuff, I ll gladly ask that person serve me. Just like last time, mil forbade hb eat the butter cookies i baked. Saying can cause heart problem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-8398217524374937735?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/8398217524374937735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=8398217524374937735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/8398217524374937735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/8398217524374937735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-bought-myself-chocolate-truffles-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-7463417836979596672</id><published>2007-01-18T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:29.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/Ra8RK051rdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MqQbsOprEao/s1600-h/72472448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/Ra8RK051rdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MqQbsOprEao/s200/72472448.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021250987238993362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it a joke or what, even if it is, isnt funny at all. Not the first time. And It wasnt a good feeling to hear frm hb saying Zann is a F**k face last nite. How would Zann feel if her own daddy scolded her like that!? I told him off. Even If I tell inlaws their own son always treated Zann like that, no one ll believe me, they ll always protect him. Mil used to say, hb maybe feeling vexed. Oh, does that mean if i vexed, feeling lousy, I can beat Zann or vent on her?! It just doesnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fil sms-ed hb saying want to meet him and my mum. Me not in the picture. Somehow must be related to my past I told them. I dun care anymore. Hb told me he wasnt not bothered by it. Yet asked me " u really told them, i know u didnt" Oh too bad I have told them. Why? " U getting cold feet ar" ? I kind of feel disillusioned with this marriage. Everything of it. He doenst even love Zann, always refer her as a burden. If there's one word to describe, Rotten. A rotten marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows abt the reunion plan and me the last one to hear abt this. I told everyone, I wont force myself to be so unhappy facing pple i dun like to see and to pretend to feel good just for the sake of this dinner. No way to be a hyprocrite. Nothing to eat at most, instant mee is fine with me. For Zann, I can always go market to get those raw ingredients beforehand. So what's the big deal?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across an article days ago, some pple includin me, often in the text message language, using the word- omg for 'oh my god' is a kind of showing disrespect towards God. For christians to understand esp. In every way possible, we have to be careful not to turn the hallowed name of our God into just another flippant phrase on our lips or in a text message. For this, me certainly enlightened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-7463417836979596672?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/7463417836979596672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=7463417836979596672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/7463417836979596672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/7463417836979596672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/omg-for-oh-my-god-is-kind-of-showing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-6991617266176127463</id><published>2007-01-19T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:29.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>water plan</title><content type='html'>Today pretty early to start. Woke up 8am and prepare breakfast for Zann and myself. Peanut butter for me and Canola margarine onto the high fibre bread for her to dip in milo. Children with family history of allergies shldnt take peanuts till 3 years old. That's what I read on it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small children need to drink more water. It came to my knowledge that given Zann's age shld be consuming at least 4 half cups of plain water at least. And she doesnt hit that. Really frustrating to get her drink water. She dun want bottle. Trying to train her to hold her own cup, well she did but just dun drink. No choice have to use spoons. Now only a few sips and that's it. Zann isnt convinced that water is good  and she needs water. Went thru the drawer when she is asleep, saw several plastic syringe. Some unused. Came from seeing doc when she's younger back then. Maybe I shld use the unused plastic syringe to feed her water ar. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbA44k51reI/AAAAAAAAAHA/S0WMMqtWhkQ/s1600-h/200412847-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbA44k51reI/AAAAAAAAAHA/S0WMMqtWhkQ/s200/200412847-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021576129148202466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is sharing lunch=porridge with Zann. Me too tired to cook the salmon separately. Me running out of spinach. Lucky still have the broccoli bought the other day. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbA51E51rgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wGeBJfoc0nU/s1600-h/71734187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbA51E51rgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wGeBJfoc0nU/s200/71734187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021577168530288130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday din follow on the 10pm war and beauty. Lucky still have the rented vcds. My fren told me though rented, I still can watch so slow ar..sigh bo bian. Can only wait for little darling to nap in the afternoon before I can have the chance to. So fast weekend is here. And I can forsee myself and Zann at hm. Hopefully ll be peaceful weekend for me. I dun wish to see inlaws appearing or causing any troubles. I have a feeling this time I have to stand up for myself le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-6991617266176127463?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/6991617266176127463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=6991617266176127463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/6991617266176127463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/6991617266176127463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/water-plan.html' title='water plan'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-3359639797728564383</id><published>2007-01-19T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:29.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbDa-E51riI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_zcTKuqVMhs/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbDa-E51riI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_zcTKuqVMhs/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021754344521182754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbDark51rhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/c4TMttDudIE/s1600-h/Image010%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbDark51rhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/c4TMttDudIE/s200/Image010%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021754026693602834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-3359639797728564383?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/3359639797728564383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=3359639797728564383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/3359639797728564383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/3359639797728564383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-3262791976798239036</id><published>2007-01-20T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:28.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbGuWk51rjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/scUucqgJmn8/s1600-h/Image028%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbGuWk51rjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/scUucqgJmn8/s200/Image028%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021986762381438514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zann learning to walk with the aid of activity walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbIEik51rnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wMf_aoovsXc/s1600-h/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbIEik51rnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/wMf_aoovsXc/s200/Photo+31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022081526539857522" /&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;Mummy carrying Zann in front of webcam ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbIFI051roI/AAAAAAAAAI4/B07hdDnfMM0/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbIFI051roI/AAAAAAAAAI4/B07hdDnfMM0/s200/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022082183669853826" /&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;Mummy and Zann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbIG9051rpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Vsb5BVZ8SdY/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbIG9051rpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Vsb5BVZ8SdY/s200/Image038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022084193714548370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zann standing happily in her playpen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-3262791976798239036?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/3262791976798239036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=3262791976798239036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/3262791976798239036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/3262791976798239036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/zann-learning-to-walk-with-aid-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189274281326729281.post-5984722965485831890</id><published>2007-01-21T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:56:27.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet tooth</title><content type='html'>Today morning already kena tummy pain like hell. In d end, it's the 'purchase more shoes' period again. And my cravings for chocolate started as well. Didnt manage to get any choc but decide to bake. Anyway it's abt time to to 'exercise' the oven liao. More worth the value. I even bought the ingredients for butter cookies and sponge cake as well. Sponge cake din turned out well. In d end throw away. I shall work on the butter cookies tomorrow. Zann shall have a surprise frm me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Cake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3tbsp reduced salt butter &lt;br /&gt;3tbsp cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1 cup self raising flour &lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chocolate flavoured milk (i use HL)&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla essence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 160 degrees &lt;br /&gt;Melt the butter then put all the ingredients into the mixing bowl&lt;br /&gt;Beat until the mixture turn fluffy &lt;br /&gt;Pour the mixture into the prepared cake tin and bake&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 25 mins. Dont overbake as this cake will stay moist for days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbN-eE51rqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/UDhr_H9_P6o/s1600-h/57472834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbN-eE51rqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/UDhr_H9_P6o/s200/57472834.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022497064625745570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my ideas came from them. I personally like these two books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbOA8E51rrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Q6B8D85WshI/s1600-h/1569065926.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbOA8E51rrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Q6B8D85WshI/s320/1569065926.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022499779045076658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbODWU51ruI/AAAAAAAAAKA/POlKyrLu2eg/s1600-h/1569065977.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V63764526_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mce2yrwN2vc/RbODWU51ruI/AAAAAAAAAKA/POlKyrLu2eg/s320/1569065977.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V63764526_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022502429039898338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189274281326729281-5984722965485831890?l=everythgabtme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/feeds/5984722965485831890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189274281326729281&amp;postID=5984722965485831890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/5984722965485831890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189274281326729281/posts/default/5984722965485831890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythgabtme.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweet-tooth.html' title='Sweet tooth'/><author><name>Cendrine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980529952890800690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05796502713282588146'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>