<?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-5969982461057474525</id><updated>2011-08-02T14:11:36.491+08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='reading'/><category term='moody'/><category term='child'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='baby'/><category term='photography'/><category term='baking'/><category term='family'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='knit/crochet'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='book'/><category term='work'/><category term='feeding'/><title type='text'>knit my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nwh</name><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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-833598251266286942</id><published>2011-08-02T13:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:11:36.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>It has been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today marks my eighth month working in the new company and living in a new country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little one&lt;/i&gt; is no longer little one as he turned into two in June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He will be going to preschool in coming December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As a first-time-mother, I have finished a book borrow from local library in order to have mental preparation on what to expect, prepare, pre-visit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OozU_3XdWGM/TjeTtQt4w0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/k8BYPERYCLw/s320/nm.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636135864468292418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Book title: Getting ready to start school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;By Netmums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Image from internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Though it is written in compliance of UK rules and regulation, it is quite useful for reader around the world. As the book is divided into 6 parts - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pre-school days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Finding the right school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Getting ready to start school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What starting school means for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Starting school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Getting the best out of school life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It not only concern your child being in the school for the first day, observation of your child after school, encouraging your child if he/she does not pick up skill as other peers did,  chance of behavioural change (to be clingy, bed wetting..) as well as mother who might have 'empty nest' syndrome once the child is going off to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Though it is possibly not the best book I have read, but overall it is a good start to get involve in preparing, planning for a new chapter of life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-833598251266286942?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OozU_3XdWGM/TjeTtQt4w0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/k8BYPERYCLw/s72-c/nm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-6954782368096489918</id><published>2010-10-27T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:09:21.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Leaving is separation indeed.&lt;br /&gt;To leave or not to leave, it is a decision.&lt;br /&gt;To leave, is a right decision.&lt;br /&gt;To leave, needs to take a lot of gut.&lt;br /&gt;To leave, grow my reluctance.&lt;br /&gt;To leave, meet my goal.&lt;br /&gt;To leave, makes separation in one side, and reunion in other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-6954782368096489918?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6954782368096489918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=6954782368096489918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/6954782368096489918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/6954782368096489918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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-5969982461057474525.post-777196163326825205</id><published>2010-09-30T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T10:06:59.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fine Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TKPwUsjUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/wFKuMc1bevc/s1600/DSC08552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TKPwUsjUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/wFKuMc1bevc/s320/DSC08552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522521806433691458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;what comes into your mind when you see this picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Picture taken while both of them playing peek-a-boo with the curtain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-777196163326825205?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/777196163326825205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=777196163326825205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/777196163326825205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/777196163326825205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-fine-afternoon.html' title='One Fine Afternoon'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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/_lXjhANpP3BY/TKPwUsjUJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/wFKuMc1bevc/s72-c/DSC08552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-7468121784678902553</id><published>2010-07-13T09:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:35:57.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the unusual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TDvC40iMRGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vJn1klJJvPg/s1600/DSC08022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TDvC40iMRGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vJn1klJJvPg/s320/DSC08022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493198451938968674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;While you're away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As usual, I worked late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I reached home at the usual time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Unusually, I don't see a small and square grey color car waiting for me patiently outside the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I dont get to argue with topics that conversed but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I get to talk over the phone with you sweet and gentle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I ate dinner alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I ate extra heavy dinner - 3 pieces of fillet, apple, fish cracker from Perhentian Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I sleep alone tonight and the rest of week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How are you there? It's the second morning. Everyday a great day for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Praying for a second screening for you - Lord, thank you Lord for providing us this opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we leave this opportunity on your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Allow for second screening if it's a good chance for us to move forward. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-7468121784678902553?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7468121784678902553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=7468121784678902553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/7468121784678902553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/7468121784678902553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2010/07/meet-unusual.html' title='Meet the unusual'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TDvC40iMRGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vJn1klJJvPg/s72-c/DSC08022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-6961327439567123701</id><published>2010-07-12T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:00:11.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Baking at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TDstFHs8PkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/K2JFlEzqbj4/s1600/DSC07961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TDstFHs8PkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/K2JFlEzqbj4/s320/DSC07961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493033736498593346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last week, I was invited to join the cooking class from my previous assignment. Please meet the chef - Alex, who demonstrated the cooking steps to us. We're divided into 4 group which consisted of 4-5 persons. Pizzas and brownies were what we learnt. The steps is simple, ingredients is easy to find, the end result is satisfied - it's probably we're too hungry. It was such a fun to cook with the huge bunch of member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Over the weekend, I was trying to make my own pizza at home. My pizza that served as our dinner - grandma, parents, Hann and me, and snack for Callum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I only need a very small amount of dough to make 3 regular pizzas, it's a thin crust pizza. The overall preparation and cooking time took approximately 1.5 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's quite hard for me to get a variety of topping ingredients. Thus, the topping is very limited to mushroom, pineapple, crabstick, chopped capsicium and onion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The taste wasn't impress me. It tasted different from the baking class - the taste is dull, less spices, the cheese is a bit different as I bought the cheaper one - it already cost me alot with the huge amount required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed cooking different type of food to serve my family. It's such a good feeling - eating pizza rather rice, everyone enjoys the pizza while still able to chit chat rather the dull, dry, restricted round table of chinese cuisine, with a not-so-hot weather. I am imagining myself and family at somewhere out of the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But my baba surely can't bear with the late timing to have dinner :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-6961327439567123701?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6961327439567123701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=6961327439567123701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/6961327439567123701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/6961327439567123701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-week-i-was-invited-to-join-cooking.html' title='Baking at home'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TDstFHs8PkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/K2JFlEzqbj4/s72-c/DSC07961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-1357228837633232681</id><published>2010-06-28T15:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:15:02.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>It's your birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TChZU6V5RNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yTuQPDfPjJE/s1600/IMG_6123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TChZU6V5RNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yTuQPDfPjJE/s320/IMG_6123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487734361744295122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;We celebrate Callum's birthday on 19th June, earlier a week of the actual birthday. Reason being, it's a weekend and school holidays. We made it a small gathering of great-grandma(both parents side), grandparents (both parents side), parents, autie &amp;amp; uncle (da yee), and some stay-near-aunties and uncles, as well as my nieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overall cost spent on the birthday held less than RM200. Almost everything is homecook/homemade except the side dish that bought by Hann - KFC. We need the drumstick to in place so that Callum can 'pick the future' with variety of KFC, egg, book, pen, calculator, car key, and red packet. My little boy first picked up the pen, later came with drumstick. The most funniest part is, once he picked the drumstick, he played with it, swing it, touched it...and after a while he pinched it and got a pinchful of meat from the drumstick and popped it into his mouth! It amazed me alot where as we never explore him with chicken but he knew it's edible! Everyone enjoyed seeing him picking up every item laid on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Later it's the cake cutting ceremony. I made him a marble cheese cake with own creative decoration rather a marble motive. Callum enjoyed it as well in both cutting and eating cake. He yet know to blow off the candle light though we practise before the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TChZgMOXh7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/G8lAIOPuwWE/s1600/IMG_6285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TChZgMOXh7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/G8lAIOPuwWE/s320/IMG_6285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487734555523123122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;On the next day, we celebrated fathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;r's day. It's Hann first father's day. I baked a new york cheese cake with strawberries as filling and topping. It turns out very beautiful and it tasted just nice and better than first trial. I wasn't sure if everyone enjoy my cheesecake, but indeed, I am enjoying the process of preparing, baking, it turns out to be an end result and it's edible though it's tired to bake 2 cakes in a row and waiting for it to finish at 2 in the a.m. and go to sleep with worry heart that what if the cake is a failure and I do not have cake for the celebration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha. Pratice make perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-1357228837633232681?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1357228837633232681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=1357228837633232681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/1357228837633232681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/1357228837633232681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-your-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s your birthday'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TChZU6V5RNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/yTuQPDfPjJE/s72-c/IMG_6123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-7903957790631021341</id><published>2010-06-03T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:36:48.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TAjJB65VBYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RvTV6QmIWAk/s1600/DSC07319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TAjJB65VBYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RvTV6QmIWAk/s320/DSC07319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478849981522969986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm back from my annual vacation. This time round, we visited Hong Kong and Macau. It's a wonderful trip. I have to give credit to Hann in making it a success. He is my travel partner, tour guide and navigator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've lost my count on how many miles we've walked in total. Walk for food, MTR station, shopping, tourist attraction, jetty and many more. I felt extremely tired everyday. Inside the mall, there isn't much place for you to sit, even the MTR station, there is none of the station with bench provided while waiting for the arrival of the train. The bright side is, Hongkie are all in 'good condition' in terms of stamina. Even an old woman has no problem in climbing a steep walkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All in all, I love the food in HK, railway structure and cleanliness. On the other hand, I love the peaceful, relax, leisure happened in Macau (except Casino). &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-7903957790631021341?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7903957790631021341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=7903957790631021341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/7903957790631021341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/7903957790631021341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2010/06/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/TAjJB65VBYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RvTV6QmIWAk/s72-c/DSC07319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-3766371190445231042</id><published>2010-05-17T14:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:34:25.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday was the celebration of my baba's birthday cum belated mother day celebration at Sauk. All of us travel in 3 cars heading to this famous for 'riverfood' restaurant. We ordered two steam river-fishes, stir fried vegie, village chicken in chinese herb, fish cake and honey pork. The overall dishes cost us RM200 only. It is definately worth it for the price. Overall the taste is up to standard but it doesn't taste as great as the first time I tried it. I think we will still come back for any celebration for the sake of its price and the freshness of its 'riverfood'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472120273404048738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/S_DgZWh2NWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vWOiZPReTo4/s320/DSC06767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Beside, I brought my first-attempt-blueberry-cheesecake for the celebration. However, I am too shy to bring over as I so afraid that after the cake cutting but no cake can be eaten! So, I did the cutting cake ceremony and put them in the container and brought over as starter for everyone. It receives good comment from kids, average comment from Hann. The kids would always like what I've baked. Thank you for your support, nieces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-3766371190445231042?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3766371190445231042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=3766371190445231042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/3766371190445231042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/3766371190445231042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2010/05/celebration.html' title='Celebration'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/S_DgZWh2NWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vWOiZPReTo4/s72-c/DSC06767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-8479392095739518528</id><published>2010-02-10T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:53:24.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's near to CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just another day I will be back to home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just another 3 days all chinese in the world will celebrate the biggest feast of the year, Chinese New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;By taking the statistic, I've only one day (Friday) to make all my planned to do cookies and cakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Before that, I've run several test run on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sugee cake - recipe from my auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;brownies - recipe from Jamie Oliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;prune cake - recipe from auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;almond cookies - recipe from Hann's auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;almond slice - recipe from Hann's auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pineapple rolls - recipe from Amy Beh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Out of the list, I am glad to announce that 5 out of 6 report success! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;While the almond slice which is indeed simple in baking and preparation as well as getting the ingredients yet I failed it. Not only once I tried but thrice or more. Whenever I tried and found that it won't be a success, I will never try again. However, I still hoping that I can make it one day. Should approach my guru :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Happy baking to all of you in preparation of cny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-8479392095739518528?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8479392095739518528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=8479392095739518528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/8479392095739518528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/8479392095739518528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-near-to-cny.html' title='It&apos;s near to CNY'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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-5969982461057474525.post-3091949391901833578</id><published>2010-01-15T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:52:33.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/S1AQjspBnXI/AAAAAAAAADs/ekoNGeluxPU/s1600-h/DSC05810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/S1AQjspBnXI/AAAAAAAAADs/ekoNGeluxPU/s320/DSC05810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426855756446145906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Baking is my one of my favorite. I've randomly pop up an idea of quit my job and sign up for a baking lesson and possibly my daily task is cooking, baking and etcetera. In other words, I'm more than happy to be a stay-at-home-mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The other day, I got the Prune cake recipe from my cousin. The Prune cake that I tasted made by my auntie is just awesome. Thus, I want to give it a try in baking it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I bought my ingredient on my way back after work, which is around 930pm. We dropped by Tesco and get all the ingredients and utensils. Coincidentally, the Sun Sweet prune is on sales! It's selling at RM6.89 which is a very good deal. I grabbed one and thinking to grab more today after work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I got home and prepare everything and I just realized that I've got a strawberry flavour of milk...Sigh. So, I got Hann to buy me another one at 7-11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mixing, blending, and beating. All takes up one and a half hour. It cook at 1 in the a.m. Thus, I leave it inside the oven to avoid immediate change of temperature and causing the cake to shrink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The next morning, I wake up and without forget it, I cut my trial into pieces and test it out. Gosh, I success! Though it doesn't taste as good as my auntie one but at least it's good and at least it receives an 'OK' comment from Hann. Hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-3091949391901833578?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3091949391901833578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=3091949391901833578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/3091949391901833578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/3091949391901833578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/baking.html' title='Baking'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/S1AQjspBnXI/AAAAAAAAADs/ekoNGeluxPU/s72-c/DSC05810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-437480472496722635</id><published>2010-01-12T12:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:23:21.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing close to 7 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/S0v4vnwUzzI/AAAAAAAAADk/dFoMSQmjzuw/s1600-h/DSC05686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/S0v4vnwUzzI/AAAAAAAAADk/dFoMSQmjzuw/s200/DSC05686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425703673107107634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Callum had grown teeth, 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;He is more talkative now than before. Ehee ee ahh ahh in a very soft voice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeding him fruits and rice now. Mashed pear and apple, rice cook in formula.&lt;br /&gt;I tried mashed carrot with porridge. He doesn't seem to like it. Maybe it's cold and tasteless compared to pear and apple which is very sweet to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callum started to fully feed in formula since last Christmas. I've stopped express breastmilk since then. In other words, Callum is bottle-fed breastmilk till 6mo. I'm so proud of it as it isn't easy for a working mother especially in the same time have to pick up new skill in career path. Especially when it comes to task not finish yet but still have to spare time in mother's room. With that stress will cause the breastmilk supply reduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, there is a chance for me to visit hair saloon to cut my close-to-one-year-old hair. It's really short. During my regular visit to Callum, when I first saw him, I asked "do you still remember me?" and he smile at me. The sweetest smile that is rooted in my memory... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic above is taken when I try to wrap him like a newborn. He shows exactly his expression when he is about 2 days old - lock eyebrow and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-437480472496722635?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/437480472496722635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=437480472496722635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/437480472496722635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/437480472496722635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/growing-close-to-7-months.html' title='Growing close to 7 months'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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/_lXjhANpP3BY/S0v4vnwUzzI/AAAAAAAAADk/dFoMSQmjzuw/s72-c/DSC05686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-6328784010134969494</id><published>2010-01-05T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:49:04.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/S0NQIzxDEXI/AAAAAAAAADc/RiNoHul_cfc/s1600-h/DSC05707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/S0NQIzxDEXI/AAAAAAAAADc/RiNoHul_cfc/s320/DSC05707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423266488549314930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coincidentally, Callum kiss while I try to camwhore :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's brand new year, have you set your resolution for the year 2010? Aha, it's not a norm for me to set new year resolution. However, I've got a number of gifts from 'year 2009'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A lovable, adorable and cutest son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A low rise, strategic location condominium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A bunch of family members who love and care me most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Small update of Callum's development. Callum's hand is now reachable to his toes. Whenever he put in sitting position, his little hands are holding his toes. Once i spotted him holding his toes and pulls towards his mouth! Callum still need some support in sitting position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-6328784010134969494?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6328784010134969494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=6328784010134969494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/6328784010134969494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/6328784010134969494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-2010.html' title='Year 2010'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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/_lXjhANpP3BY/S0NQIzxDEXI/AAAAAAAAADc/RiNoHul_cfc/s72-c/DSC05707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-1050669356504478008</id><published>2009-12-07T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:53:20.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><title type='text'>Callum starts solids at 5mo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/Sx0S5qQEvaI/AAAAAAAAADU/zm7b8z7R-qA/s1600-h/DSC05321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/Sx0S5qQEvaI/AAAAAAAAADU/zm7b8z7R-qA/s320/DSC05321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412503108972756386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Couldn't wait more and started to suck his thumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Over the weekend, I was preparing some mashed apple for Callum as trial. Surprisingly, he accepted it. He is quite actively and knowing how to use his hands now. As I spooned some mashed apple and bringing towards him, his hand came about and pushed my hand which holding the spoon. Callum is cooperative too, when the spoon approaches, he opened his mouth big and look up. He is such a genius :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mama dressed Callum up like a handsome to church. He looks so...so mature i would say. My little Callum is the cuttest boy inside me. Whenever I think of him, I sing inside me with 'Callum, Callum, my boy boy!' So sweet of my little chubby Callum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A little update of Callum development milestone. He is able to roll front and back now. When he roll on his tummy, very fast without your notice, he was on his back again! Got to watchout closely now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm thinking of what i left out in order to prepare him for solids. Plate, bibs, booster chair, a food processor maybe... and possibly a variety of recipes to keep him interested and open his mouth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;while feeding ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I passed my mama a parenting book. She read it. Just yesterday, she requested me to buy a 0-2 yo story book for her, so that she can read for her lovable grandson. Hm, I was so surprised that she has enough time to spend in reading the book I passed to her as she really taking care of everyone in the house and i expected she has no time to spare anymore. Mama, you're my superwoman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-1050669356504478008?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1050669356504478008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=1050669356504478008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/1050669356504478008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/1050669356504478008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/5mo-callum-starts-solids.html' title='Callum starts solids at 5mo'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/Sx0S5qQEvaI/AAAAAAAAADU/zm7b8z7R-qA/s72-c/DSC05321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-2041637356118320800</id><published>2009-11-17T09:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:13:25.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeding'/><title type='text'>Hand brand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been using Philips Avent Isis manual breastpump to express breastmilk and later bottle-fed my 4mo son. Recently, a small little rubber accessory attached in the breastpump was teared off. It's still usable but a little fussy as i need to dissemble and assemble the pump if it is over-sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While assembling, the small little rubber is dropped into the milk storage. Why not giving me more time as I was doing it halfway, I wasn't done yet! I screamed inside me. There is no way that i can get the rubber out from storage bottle. No choice, all I've is both my hands. During prenatal class, nurse did teach us on how to express breastmilk using hand. I think this is the best time to recall my memory and practice. Surprisingly, it's easier than i was thought. Not sure if it's hygience as hands might infect bacteria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If anyone of you going to buy a manual breastpump. My advice is, use your hands. There are equivalent tired and time consuming but different in cost. Unless you're using electric breastpump. Trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-2041637356118320800?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2041637356118320800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=2041637356118320800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/2041637356118320800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/2041637356118320800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/hand-brand.html' title='Hand brand'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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-5969982461057474525.post-1961389021140452109</id><published>2009-11-04T23:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:51:51.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things around me happened out of my control, one after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been told that should have a balance work a.k.a. doing multiple tasks in one day, equivalent to 8 hours continuosly for at least 2 months. The expectation was not set right in the beginning. Fine, balance work. Yet additional tasks are not reflect in the workplan been assigned. And yet, others people doing additional task has a luxury of 40 hours allocated. I can manage balance work but i can't help in balance thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been busying follow up with banker regarding housing loan which developer is not in the ADL all of the sudden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been told that the best BLR would be -1.9% effective tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been told that there will be no ZMC package offer by banker a.k.a. buyer has to bear banker's legal costs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being totally stress out can lead to tear drops. The thought of jump off flashes through to get rid of all this. However, it stays not more than 3 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-1961389021140452109?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1961389021140452109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=1961389021140452109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/1961389021140452109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/1961389021140452109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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-5969982461057474525.post-5061900704660416104</id><published>2009-10-23T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:10:46.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At 4 months old, Callum is able to lift his head and shoulder high with the support of his arms when putting him on this tummy. I would like to give the credit to mama. She used to train Callum since he is at 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SuEsX1dNIfI/AAAAAAAAADM/NLn2ol7OpWk/s1600-h/lay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SuEsX1dNIfI/AAAAAAAAADM/NLn2ol7OpWk/s320/lay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395642616564752882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since then, Callum get to train his neck and able to lift up his head slowly. Right now, Callum is more happy and enjoy his tummy time. He lift his head and shoulder high and smile. When he is tired, he knows to lay down and get a rest (like photo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SuEsHCYDTgI/AAAAAAAAADE/6OQHx96bufE/s1600-h/lift.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SuEsHCYDTgI/AAAAAAAAADE/6OQHx96bufE/s320/lift.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395642327975022082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Callum started to turn over (body only) by himself, just that he can't make use of the energy in turning his head. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mama gave me update on this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-5061900704660416104?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5061900704660416104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=5061900704660416104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/5061900704660416104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/5061900704660416104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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/_lXjhANpP3BY/SuEsX1dNIfI/AAAAAAAAADM/NLn2ol7OpWk/s72-c/lay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-331044542493602709</id><published>2009-10-22T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:02:16.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Recently, things happened around me is totally "new". And I need to catch up with it by equipping myself with the knowledge. Else, I gonna left far behind or rather stand still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fresh things for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. Siebel skill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. Knowledge in buying a house, signing a Sales and Purchase Agreement, housing loan application, housing loan interest calculation....more to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. Parenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I never let my brain in such a tense mode. As I fully utilize the brain cell and absorb as much information as I can to handle the decision making phase. Keep it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-331044542493602709?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/331044542493602709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=331044542493602709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/331044542493602709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/331044542493602709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-poor-brain.html' title='My Poor Brain'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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-5969982461057474525.post-1482261482755687826</id><published>2009-10-09T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:04:49.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Another Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Hann and I are weekend parents as my mama is babysit Callum at hometown. Almost every weekend, we travel back to Kuala Kangsar for several purposes - transport breast milk, visit Callum, my cutie nieces and everyone at home. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;This time round, I hardly spend precious time with Callum as I am sick since last week. And I don't get to sleep Callum at night. With afraid that I might spread the bacteria to Callum and cause him fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Before I get into the bus, I waived to Callum bidding goodbye. What surprises me is, Callum he slowly raise his little hand up yet holding his fist to bid me... Be it happens in conscious or coincidently, it makes me reluctant to step into the bus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without failed, I am able to snap tons of photo. In case, I miss him alot, I can at least looking at those pictures taken. Well, Hann and I were taking turn in looking at the pictures taken in handphone and camera on our way back to kl. At night, we repeated before sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Callum, do you know how much daddy mummy love and miss you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/StKarqSY86I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ILx_uP-8FD0/s1600-h/DSC04685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/StKarqSY86I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ILx_uP-8FD0/s320/DSC04685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391541778792379298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-1482261482755687826?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1482261482755687826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=1482261482755687826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/1482261482755687826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/1482261482755687826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-update.html' title='Another Update'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/StKarqSY86I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ILx_uP-8FD0/s72-c/DSC04685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-4109541215150668748</id><published>2009-10-08T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:32:03.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/Ss13mKESepI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4d2XYD7Odg/s1600-h/DSC04456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/Ss13mKESepI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4d2XYD7Odg/s320/DSC04456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390095826453428882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Stepping into the month of October, Callum is now aged 3 months old. I've missed the moment when he grows in seconds, minutes... Thus, I cherished the moment we had during weekend. That is the only time we spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his age, he probably can sit upright when propped up by blankets or pillows.&lt;br /&gt;There is once, I put him on the couch for photograph purpose. He seems toppling to the side. I guess, Callum needs more training on his sitting position. Thus, there we have our second hand bumbo. I always put him on the bumbo for a very short moment so that he able to see things in different view. And I guess my mum found it useful as well. I get to tell that, Callum was putting in his bumbo when my mum is preparing the formula. It's particularly useful when you need your hand free for a short period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, he knows and recognize my voice from the phone! On the other end, when I talk to him, my mum reported that, he curiously looking at the phone. It makes me miss him alot. He is playful at this stage. Whenever I talk and play with him, he can react and smile. His smile can kill me seriously and it interpretes that happiness is showering him at every moment.&lt;br /&gt;He can make alot of noise now. When I put my face near his mouth as if he is kissing me, he is able to make some noise and knowing that i'm playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, we have putting him on his tummy so that he get to train on lifting his head thus strengthen his neck. He likes to 'perform' whenever I take out my camera for recording. Sometimes, he behaved lazy particularly not getting enough sleep. In a way, he complaint not to train by shouting out loud without crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he might get to behave badly when he is in sleepy mode. Hann commented that he has a bad temper. And I personally know that it is inherited from my gene. He can get angry when you feeding while talking by crying out loud and push away the bottle. The new trend is, Callum wants to feed only in his room. He refused to drink milk in a bumpy car journey. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-4109541215150668748?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4109541215150668748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=4109541215150668748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/4109541215150668748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/4109541215150668748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/growing-fast.html' title='Growing fast'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/Ss13mKESepI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4d2XYD7Odg/s72-c/DSC04456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-176190513299927402</id><published>2009-08-18T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:28:53.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Interesting Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/Sop8FUmD2bI/AAAAAAAAACs/GQyZ100Yk98/s1600-h/bpm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/Sop8FUmD2bI/AAAAAAAAACs/GQyZ100Yk98/s320/bpm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371241936462272946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Image from internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always think that breastfeeding will take longer time for women to loss weight a.k.a. gain back their figure in prepregnancy. I was wrong until today I get to read that -- after one month of breastfeeding, women are expected to lose one to two pound. The reason for the steady weight loss is that the process of lactation uses the extra body fat that was stored during pregnancy. After the first three months, breastfeeding women generally lose weight more rapidly than bottle-feeding mothers and return to their prepregnancy weight sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using breast pump to extract breast milk and bottle feed baby Callum. I wanted to try direct breastfeed him but he refused to suck it. I suspect that he been fed using bottle in the hospital and he already used to the slower flow of milk from teat as he "drink at own pace". Breastmilk will still flow out even if baby Callum is not sucking it once it's been "triggered".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get back to work, I have this idea. I wanted to stop feeding baby Callum with breastmilk as I need to tie to some dietary where some foods are root cause of colic. On my way back to KL, I re-consider my decision on this. As I really reluctant to leave baby Callum at home, I'll miss him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since I'm leaving to KL, nothing I can give him, why not I continue to give him the best first food of baby, breastmilk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By having this in mind, I continue to feed him with breastmilk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-176190513299927402?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/176190513299927402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=176190513299927402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/176190513299927402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/176190513299927402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-facts.html' title='Interesting Facts'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/Sop8FUmD2bI/AAAAAAAAACs/GQyZ100Yk98/s72-c/bpm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-992100365981819761</id><published>2009-08-15T22:11:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:00:04.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>53 Days After Delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SobF-xzEccI/AAAAAAAAACk/LHmWV_6Oovc/s1600-h/DSC04096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SobF-xzEccI/AAAAAAAAACk/LHmWV_6Oovc/s320/DSC04096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370197287995994562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I spent 53 days in hometown ever since I gave birth to baby Callum. I came back to KL yesterday, "physically" prepared myself back to work. I left my house with heavy heart as I will only see baby Callum once a week or even once fortnightly. Worst thing happened where the night before I left, baby Callum wasn't feeling good. He has cough at night but "looks" fine in the day. Thus, I go back to KL as planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This morning before I left to do shopping for working outfit, I received a call from Doris. Saying that Mama is bringing baby Callum to clinic now... Omg, that means baby Callum is not getting any better after a day. I am so worry... I wish I could rush back to hometown now. Well, I've got my bus ticket now, it's tomorrow at 2.30 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hope everything will be fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Baby Callum, mummy will be back and take care of  you soon. Mummy and daddy love you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-992100365981819761?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/992100365981819761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=992100365981819761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/992100365981819761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/992100365981819761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/53-days-after-delivery.html' title='53 Days After Delivery'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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/_lXjhANpP3BY/SobF-xzEccI/AAAAAAAAACk/LHmWV_6Oovc/s72-c/DSC04096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-5282096333324823465</id><published>2009-05-20T16:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:02:30.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Tulips From Holland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Every year, when Mothers' Day is around the corner, we start thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;king how to celebrate this special day. With celebration or even simple greeting, only indicates that we show our love to mum or as an appreciation. I believe most of us are taught in a way that Carnation is symbolize love and gratitude. It uses to show our love and gratitude to our parents especially on Mothers' Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I get to know Hann, living in KL and get to mix around with his family. I get to experience that, Tulips are use in Mothers' Day as well. Hann has got a cousin sister who works in Dutch airline. Every Mothers' Day, they have such a good brain that bring back Tulips from Holland and sale it at shopping complex. I'm not sure about the pricing however for sure, the cousin sister will distribute the Tulips to every mother in the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tulips were my favorite flora when I was young. I should say, till I meet Tulips, I've lost my love to it. Maybe it doesn't last longer than any type of flower. It needs to shower with ice water else it will dry out. I managed to catch it before it dries out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/ShPGjmpxJKI/AAAAAAAAACc/XtBnpUMj2LQ/s1600-h/t01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/ShPGjmpxJKI/AAAAAAAAACc/XtBnpUMj2LQ/s320/t01.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337828298337625250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Playing macro with my Sony T2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/ShPEaZQbTxI/AAAAAAAAACM/Q5stVC-8N-g/s1600-h/t02.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/ShPEaZQbTxI/AAAAAAAAACM/Q5stVC-8N-g/s320/t02.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337825941099597586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As usual, Hann likes to play around with the light with assistance of Efficient Agatha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/ShPE2YmQEvI/AAAAAAAAACU/LyegGfnOFnc/s1600-h/t03.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/ShPE2YmQEvI/AAAAAAAAACU/LyegGfnOFnc/s320/t03.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337826421959037682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Another shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-5282096333324823465?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5282096333324823465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=5282096333324823465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/5282096333324823465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/5282096333324823465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/tulips-from-holland.html' title='Tulips From Holland'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/ShPGjmpxJKI/AAAAAAAAACc/XtBnpUMj2LQ/s72-c/t01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-1481108517427497030</id><published>2009-05-20T15:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:03:08.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>What Daddy Get for Little One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/ShO7m0SiSLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rdkTxgNQExI/s1600-h/baby01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/ShO7m0SiSLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rdkTxgNQExI/s200/baby01.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337816258909980850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When Hann is doing shopping, I can clearly know what type of shops he'll pay a visit. Most likely bookstore, toy shop, gadget/electric appliance store, and likely souvenir shop. However, there was once he went for his gym. I was waiting for him at the knitting shop to complete the sweater for him. Guess what, Hann went into this clothing shop. He bought 4 pieces of baby cloth! How amazing that a guy would do shopping for his son. Though, ocassionally Hann did accompany me for baby-essential shopping and my own shopping, still I found that it's quite surprise me. I should start to use to it as his father's love starts to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-1481108517427497030?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1481108517427497030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=1481108517427497030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/1481108517427497030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/1481108517427497030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-daddy-get-for-little-one.html' title='What Daddy Get for Little One'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/ShO7m0SiSLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rdkTxgNQExI/s72-c/baby01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-7101495781068853538</id><published>2009-05-20T14:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:06:50.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>One Fine Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/ShOyoQeb8hI/AAAAAAAAABs/dvqQNv2sEfw/s1600-h/cooking01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/ShOyoQeb8hI/AAAAAAAAABs/dvqQNv2sEfw/s320/cooking01.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337806388051309074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;photographer: Hann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Back in April, I was watching this Singaporean series called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Nyonya&lt;/span&gt;. As the name Nyonya, the whole series is recording the lifestyle, custom, and Nyonya food of a Nyonya family. According to the series, a Nyonya should always spend their time in the kitchen. Somehow, it's important to have a good cooking skill (to cook Nyonya food, of course) as well as crafting skill like embroidery and beading (bead shoes). Well, what's attract me the most is the Nyonya food itself. The director captured alot of the scenes in the kitchen where the Nyonya food is prepared. I felt hungry especially I watch this at night, not to mention craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I decided to make this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuih Nyonya&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuih Dadar&lt;/span&gt;. Recipe extracted from Amy Beh cook book. I made this before at home when I was in secondary. During that time, mama was beside me and give instruction on what to do and she even prepared the grated coconut ready for me. Now, I do it myself from scratch. Surprisingly, it turns up to be quite ok. It wasn't that hard though. I follow extactly the recipe and the end product received quite good comment. Too sad to say that, I forgot to take picture of the end product. Recipe can be found &lt;a href="http://kuali.com/recipes/viewrecipe.asp?r=1574"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-7101495781068853538?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7101495781068853538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=7101495781068853538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/7101495781068853538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/7101495781068853538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-fine-day.html' title='One Fine Day'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/ShOyoQeb8hI/AAAAAAAAABs/dvqQNv2sEfw/s72-c/cooking01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-7134912181454615502</id><published>2009-04-25T17:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:05:57.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Exhausted Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was a painful one. Reason, I was located in my office for 12 hours. Yes, working overtime. It was the first time I required to work late since I rolled off from previous project which is 2 months ago. Officially, everyday I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; to work, mentally rest. Not until yesterday, both phisically and mentally need to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I started to find out that my new laptop gives me a lot of burden on shoulder. Everyday I surely need to walk a certain distance from Tower2 to Hann's pick up point. So, with my new laptop, I get out from office, took lift to level 41 and change another lift before I can get myself down to ground floor. I went in Isetan, took escalator to level 3, headed to Sun Moulin bakery to get myself a bite as I knew it will definitely take some time for Hann to reach here. Then I walked down to Ground floor while bitting cream cheese bread. Found a bench to make myself easy. There after 10 minutes of waiting, I saw a familiar small car, I got up, opened the glass door and jump into the small car. I reached home at 2200 with empty stomach and exhausted body. Yes, you can see that I put the blame to the new laptop that causing me tired, shoulder-ache as I already have an extra weight to carry which is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little one&lt;/span&gt;. When I get everything done, ready to go to bed and started to lie down... I just can't help but make out some noise to show my tiredness. Then I started to understand that when a baby is crying for nothing, I guess baby is tired and definitely need someone to comfort immediately. Though I personally think that comforting is not really works but best still someone willing to comfort, console and ease you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-7134912181454615502?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7134912181454615502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=7134912181454615502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/7134912181454615502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/7134912181454615502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/exhausted-friday.html' title='Exhausted Friday'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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-5969982461057474525.post-218946513450286300</id><published>2009-04-23T15:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:31:39.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>From Old to New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SfAYENcDtqI/AAAAAAAAABU/A9m0cOwsbQ0/s1600-h/lenovo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SfAYENcDtqI/AAAAAAAAABU/A9m0cOwsbQ0/s200/lenovo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327784819785184930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've made an appointment early this week to make replacement of my existing company laptop. I'm the kind of person practice 'last minute', where I only busy backup-ing my personal stuff into external hard drive before I sleep. While doing some background reading in order to help out for some proposal later this week. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something weird happened. My HP can't log-on to internet connection at home. I've to use Hann's laptop to download some mails. Later on, I was trying to open my time report application. The application prompt some error message saying I need to locate a database to open the application... And this morning, I'm connecting to wireless network and there it goes, available wireless network is no longer available for me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not a well debugger nor passionate in debugging error. I left it be what it gonna be. As I've got my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; laptop now. Everything doesn't work fine now running fine in Lenovo now. I just don't care. Even the technician said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sometimes it just gila."&lt;/span&gt; I should say, it's time to bid goodbye to HP and say hi to Lenovo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Picture taken from flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-218946513450286300?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/218946513450286300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=218946513450286300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/218946513450286300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/218946513450286300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-old-to-new.html' title='From Old to New'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SfAYENcDtqI/AAAAAAAAABU/A9m0cOwsbQ0/s72-c/lenovo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-6875974039167969126</id><published>2009-04-21T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:12:34.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy at 30th Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm in my 30th week of pregnancy now. Preparation for both &lt;em&gt;little one&lt;/em&gt; and me yet started. At this stage, I should have all necessities bought, well packed and ready to hospital in case of emergency. Seriously, I've to list down things to buy and settle it by this weekend. As it getting closer to the EDD, the slower i walk and feel tired easily. And Hann always leaves me far behind in the shopping mall. There is once, I've to look around for benches in the shopping mall so that I can rest before continue to do shopping. Poor lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to buy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nursing bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Breast pad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maternity panties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maternity pads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At-home-slipper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for baby&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wearable blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby wipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Going-home outfit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby towels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The list above are items to be packed and prepared during hospital stay not to mention baby crib and mattress, stroller, carrier, car seat, food warmer, changing table, baby daily outfits, baby shower gel, nappy clean, laundry/cloth basket, changing mat... There are more to list aka more money to burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, it's time to read more on pregnancy matter other than extract from magazine. I do read both book and online resources recently. Cost wise, I read but not buy. To eliminate the fear during labour, no choice but I've to equip myself with much information as I could. Since I'm not assign to any project at the moment, it's best to browse bookstore after lunch. Kinokuniya is where I heading to after lunch. However, all books are sealed. I gonna approach the staff to unseal it. However, the more I get to read, the more anxiety I am. Especially when it mentions perineal tears which could happen or it's likely to happen in delivering the first baby through vagina birth. Be it tears or episiotomy, gosh it really scare me off!! I can feel the pain now :( SOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-6875974039167969126?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6875974039167969126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=6875974039167969126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/6875974039167969126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/6875974039167969126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/pregnancy-at-30th-week.html' title='Pregnancy at 30th Week'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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-5969982461057474525.post-8527599910703787980</id><published>2009-04-20T09:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:45:29.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>At Home on Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have ran out of idea what to eat out during weekend. Thus, i decided to cook on Sunday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I brought some ingredients at wet market nearby. At the exit/entrance, someone approached if we want to buy durian. I actually saw the mini van wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;h boot full of durian for sales. I followed the way to the mini van and decided to buy some. The seller offered RM13/kgs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. I wanted 2 but they forced to take 3. Ok, 3. Then the seller weighted the durian, it's 6.6kg in total, 3 durian costs RM85.80 and i started to open my wallet and realized that I've only RM76 left in. I wasn't sure how the durian seller feels but I did feel funny where he grabbed all my leftover money without asking me to compensate the rest of amount later...So, I got the deal at RM11.50/kg not a bad deal but still it's expensive for 3 durians and it tasted as Jusco 3 packets for RM20 kind of durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, we'll have our durian lunch today. However, Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n started to complaint that he is very hungry! The lotus root soup is boiling at the first hour only! It gonna takes another 2 hours to cook. This is the first time I prepared soup for Hann. He is always a soup lover. His comment of my soup is too much red dates. Well, I've nothing to say as I'm satisfied with the first-time soup that I made. It just tasted exactly like what my mum used to feed us. Other than lotus ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ot soup, I prepared egg plant stir fry with dried shrimp and stir fry grated &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sengkuang&lt;/span&gt; (jicama) and carrot. Surprisingly, the eggplant received good comment from Hann :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good cooking experience and I wish to cook more in future. Gonna steal some recipes from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt; when back to hometown. Btw, it was my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt; 60th birthday on 19th April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish you healthy and happy always. Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-8527599910703787980?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8527599910703787980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=8527599910703787980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/8527599910703787980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/8527599910703787980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-home-on-sunday.html' title='At Home on Sunday'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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-5969982461057474525.post-5752545658546156802</id><published>2009-03-26T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:46:38.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Random Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've left this blog for an idle mode quite some time as I not picking up any new knitting/crochet project. Even cardigan for Hann I leave it halfway. Well, I still remember the initiative of picking up this hobby. The outcome would be 2 sweaters for our Mt. Kinabalu climb. Yeah, we're back from Sabah but not Mt. Kinabalu as I'm a preggie now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 27 weeks pregnant now. People around always popping up question like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you feel baby movement now?&lt;/span&gt; I was like, baby movement? How does it feels? I can't describe and tell as my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little one&lt;/span&gt; hardly move. This made me quite worry until these few days, I took Hann's palm on my belly, he feels it as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little one&lt;/span&gt; is moving inside! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little one&lt;/span&gt; likes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; so much, he lets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; feel the movement first. I have to put my palm on my tummy then only I feel little one moves around gently and softly. Now, I noticed that little one moves whenever there is noise. He is so excited to hear and join us when there is TV shows, chit-chatting, laughing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to receive the blessing of swollen ankle which makes me walk slower now. Sometimes, cramp happened in the early morning if stretching too much, muscle pain at lower thigh, belly growing bigger ... All these symptoms indicates the soon arrival of the newborn to the world and to our family. May everything goes smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-5752545658546156802?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5752545658546156802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=5752545658546156802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/5752545658546156802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/5752545658546156802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-update.html' title='Random Update'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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-5969982461057474525.post-6319827806176698568</id><published>2008-09-11T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:08:33.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>How Small a Rose Can Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SMh5N9tcXXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QNmYkChUPxw/s1600-h/DSC01936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SMh5N9tcXXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QNmYkChUPxw/s320/DSC01936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244575046883368306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Back in a year, I bought this potted rose in Jusco supermarket. And yes, it grows. Usually what's in my mind, the plant will only serve as a temporary decoration in our living room not more than 1 week. With the difference in temperature, the lovely rose will not live longer than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Well, with my love and care that shower it, it's been moving from indoor to shaded spot, and now under the direct exploration of the sunlight. Though it's a bit weak, but yet alive(or survive :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; and blooming.&lt;br /&gt;How I call it small? Try to count the number of petals in the picture, you'll know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: It's countable within 10 seconds :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-6319827806176698568?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6319827806176698568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=6319827806176698568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/6319827806176698568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/6319827806176698568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-small-rose-can-be.html' title='How Small a Rose Can Be?'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SMh5N9tcXXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QNmYkChUPxw/s72-c/DSC01936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-8317520226119873800</id><published>2008-09-08T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:47:40.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knit/crochet'/><title type='text'>All About Irish Crochet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SMTPkEpN5TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tliQ8-uYsXs/s1600-h/S_RoseFinalMotif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXjhANpP3BY/SMTPkEpN5TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tliQ8-uYsXs/s320/S_RoseFinalMotif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243544084794959154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pictures taken from crochetville's forum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm absolutely fall in love with irish crochet now. After seeing the end result, you'll probably be impressed. I've some free pattern of irish crochet but not started yet. As i faced some difficulties in interpreting the instruction when it comes to 'cording'. I'm confused.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I definitely need some time to figure it out. Maybe started off by reading some books in the bookstore or google it. But it seems that the search engine doesn't have much resources about irish crochet. Well, in the same time, god knows when, and somehow I pick up irish crochet easily all by myself :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More update on my knitting and crochet project:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Orange blouse for myself is completed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Two doilies is completed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mama's kebaya-like blouse is 85% completed. Left joining with sleeves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Han's cardigan has no progress :P&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-8317520226119873800?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8317520226119873800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=8317520226119873800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/8317520226119873800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/8317520226119873800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-absolutely-fall-in-love-with-irish.html' title='All About Irish Crochet'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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/_lXjhANpP3BY/SMTPkEpN5TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tliQ8-uYsXs/s72-c/S_RoseFinalMotif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5969982461057474525.post-6604998699891929743</id><published>2008-07-28T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:50:30.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just got back from home after 3 hours journey. I spent the whole weekend with my closest family and cutest nieces. Able to take mama's body measurement as I'm going to crochet a kebaya-like blouse for her. This is my first crochet project which dedicated to my mama. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: There are 2 more knitting project in queue where one for myself and the other for Hann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5969982461057474525-6604998699891929743?l=knitmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6604998699891929743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5969982461057474525&amp;postID=6604998699891929743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/6604998699891929743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5969982461057474525/posts/default/6604998699891929743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knitmylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-from-home.html' title='Back From Home'/><author><name>agatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07534797435960408333</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></feed>
