<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 01:18:28 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Life's Little Ups &amp; Downs</title><description>C'est la vive, so they say. That's life! Well...live the life you want, I say!</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-7412274622717293094</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 07:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T15:39:34.068+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>daily thoughts</category><title>P1 orientation</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning was P1 orientation for Le. I saw some familiar faces, ex-students from my batch. I wonder if they recognize me. Some of them really look exactly the same as they were before, some were faintly familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's funny how we gather again after some many years. I also wonder if I would ever be attending my grandchildren's orientation in future at the same school. I better not think so far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-7412274622717293094?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/p1-orientation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-5215715923743965758</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 16:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T00:33:17.834+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>moving out</category><title>It's not just a tap...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... it's a $30 tap! We bought this some time ago when the previous one broke. Suddenly, I felt that such little details make a difference. We have to bring it along!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406224468538860898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SwbEgr9IpWI/AAAAAAAAA3k/yH87_lMVKuo/s400/IMG_4202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-5215715923743965758?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-just-tap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SwbEgr9IpWI/AAAAAAAAA3k/yH87_lMVKuo/s72-c/IMG_4202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-6409011866577099244</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T00:05:49.374+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>moving out</category><title>Final night in blue house</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight is the final night in blue house!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow, we will start to stay over at MIL's. Monday, the movers will come. Wednesday, we hand over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asked Le if she was sad and she said no. Why? Cos we are moving to our new home, she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asked her what she would miss most about this home. She said my wardrobe, bed, my CD pouch. I said Le, we are bringing all these along, you will see them again. Then she said the swing. Oh, this we won't bring along. And neither are we bringing the kitchen set - Kang's favourite toy for the past 2 years. So sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406216760579779586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/Swa9gBke7AI/AAAAAAAAA3c/om_MHKBx4lI/s400/IMG_4201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-6409011866577099244?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/final-night-in-blue-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/Swa9gBke7AI/AAAAAAAAA3c/om_MHKBx4lI/s72-c/IMG_4201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-1235453365272769886</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T23:53:41.498+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>fun</category><title>KPO night</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girls' hiao night out again on Wed (18 Nov). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KPO, the very happening place in town now, just opposite our office and it's my first time there! So suah ku! Why KPO? It's Killiney Post Office, the newly revamped post office with a pub added!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amidst work and home, there is life outside after all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;It's good to be outstanding!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406213469162639458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/Swa6gcFfEGI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Q48JnQeX_1o/s400/kpo+nite1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;The 3 Sengkangers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;I said for the last time! I am going to be AMKer after this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406213471961564498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/Swa6gmgzRVI/AAAAAAAAA3M/1IlpupA4LGQ/s400/kpo+nite3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406213475946548018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/Swa6g1W5SzI/AAAAAAAAA3U/7BQuBbsGvzo/s400/kpo+nite6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-1235453365272769886?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/kpo-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/Swa6gcFfEGI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Q48JnQeX_1o/s72-c/kpo+nite1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-5858597810221302574</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T23:04:50.590+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kids</category><title>Le</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight, while we busied ourselves packing more stuff, Le quietly folded all the clothes on the sofa while she saw that she couldn't help with the packing. She helped first with the masking tape at the bottom of the box. While I started organizing and putting stuff in, she folded the clothes. I glanced at her and thought she was folding her own clothes but later they were all done and neatly stacked on the sofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was really sweet of her. She can really be sensible when she wants to. Reminds me of myself when I was young :). Mum always said the same to me, but most of the time, I was just lazy or fighting for equality between me and the boys when it comes to household chores. Now, I appreciate the fact that I used to help her cook rice, wash veg, cut some food, wash the dishes and watch her cook cos these now become important lessons in life. At least I am not handicapped as a wife or mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-5858597810221302574?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/le.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-830701233295379914</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T22:52:49.877+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>moving out</category><title>Move, moving...</title><description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All our bags are packed, we're almost ready to go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, we are 90% packed, and almost ready to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404341947366393442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SwAUXiGERmI/AAAAAAAAA20/T3yeazdt-xo/s400/15-11-09_2156_flipped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404341953025487650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SwAUX3LTMyI/AAAAAAAAA28/UANN2NNqcJQ/s400/15-11-09_2157_flipped.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This move has been a long drawn process... it's torturous! I can't wait for it to be over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to take time to be emotional about this "blue house" and maybe sit in the empty flat for a while after everything is moved out, to reminisce the time we moved in and how excited we were. Too bad I won't be able to do that since I won't be around on the last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2001: we moved in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2003: Le was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2006: Kang was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2007: we did a minor revamp and painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2009: we moved out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope the next move (if it ever happens) won't be so painful. It hasn't been a pleasant experience packing and we have to move "twice", prolonging the packing/ unpacking process. At least the packing process has come almost to an end. And today we decided which co to go with for the reno. Another closure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next would be to finalize the design, materials of the reno, the dates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also finish my last work trip for the year and concentrate on the domestic stuff. It's simply too tough to handle both at the same time. We were supposed to have a longer holiday with the kids before they both step on to a new phase of their lives, but I can't bring myself to include another event amidst all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's see how things work out, 1 step at a time, else you'll trip and fall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-830701233295379914?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/move-moving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SwAUXiGERmI/AAAAAAAAA20/T3yeazdt-xo/s72-c/15-11-09_2156_flipped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-3960816944277924812</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T23:37:08.162+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>moving out</category><title>Packing</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are Le's contribution to the packing - writing extra message and writing the box for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403240279469864738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SvwqaBXiNyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/k9XRj9N0oIk/s400/12-11-09_2246_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403241205188784818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SvwrP58H8rI/AAAAAAAAA2s/JNu6UAqxx5Q/s400/12-11-09_2247_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-3960816944277924812?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/packing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SvwqaBXiNyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/k9XRj9N0oIk/s72-c/12-11-09_2246_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-6671440356505271942</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 15:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T23:23:03.131+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kids</category><title>First tooth</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, Le had her first tooth extraction. She had a new tooth grown behind her existing row of teeth. Last weekend, she started complaining about headache and toothache. When I checked, I found this new tooth that was never there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bunn brought her to the dentist yesterday and an extraction was needed. It seems another one is coming out next to this new tooth, and another extraction may be needed. If these new teeth don't grow naturally outwards to be with the current teeth, she would need braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was braver than we thought. No crying. Bunn had to wait outside during the extraction, so we got her to describe the process. First the dentist used a round round sweet to rub, then injection and then with the pincer, pulled out the tooth. I will take a photo of the tooth when our camera is back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-6671440356505271942?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-tooth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-6309965749610148182</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 13:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T21:14:20.351+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>daily thoughts</category><title>A bunch of hair</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/Svq4bmLVozI/AAAAAAAAA10/4t00oBwFoZA/s1600-h/11-11-09_1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402833487228412722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/Svq4bmLVozI/AAAAAAAAA10/4t00oBwFoZA/s400/11-11-09_1552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A bunch of hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My bunch of hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I did it again. Chopping my hair off shortly after I permed it. Not that I don't like the look but I have no time to maintain and the curls looks like some limp mess. At least this time it lasted 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The stylist asked "No regrets?" I said "No".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She tied it and then cut off above the rubber band so that this bunch of hair can be a keepsake. Looks kinda eerie. I won't keep it...just for a few days for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe this is how I snap and decided to snip it off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-6309965749610148182?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/bunch-of-hair.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/Svq4bmLVozI/AAAAAAAAA10/4t00oBwFoZA/s72-c/11-11-09_1552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-1489679111720085147</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 13:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T21:50:49.368+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>daily thoughts</category><title>:(</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't packed in about 2 weeks. I think I am burnt out. With only 2 weeks left and 1 weekend to go, there is not much time left. Cos the final weekend, there should be just final small packing and wrapping, not major ones. Moreover, I may leave for a trip that weekend.  Wouldn't you consider this last minute already? I don't think I have the time or luxury to take leave to stay home and pack but I don't care much anymore. Boxes don't seem enough, I don't care much anymore. If anything unexpected crops up during the last week and packing can't finish in time, I don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;much anymore. If everything should really wait till the last minute, let it be. I am not a superwoman, I cannot do everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder if I will snap and start screaming, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-1489679111720085147?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-1409183334103285520</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T21:35:39.560+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kids</category><title>Count</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's count was 48. Dipped vs last checkup at 61. Expected cos Kang has had bruises recently and they take a long time to heal. And he's running a flu, so that could account for the dip too. Dr said his reading seemed to hover around this count, so come back in 3 months' time, no need to be so frequent. Again she reassured that having checked his lungs and spleen each time, they are clear, so she's not afraid it would be something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-1409183334103285520?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/count.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-6413412986040398848</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 15:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T23:16:38.379+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>daily thoughts</category><title>With technological advances come inconvenience!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I wanted to post a letter. I went to the SAM machine to buy a stamp. First it was so complicated with so many functions, which is good for a all-in-one or one-stop machine, but I got lost in all the buttons and couldn't see the one for buying stamps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I finally found it, it didn't accept 1 stamp purchase. I had to buy at least $2 which is almost 8-9 stamps but I only needed 1!! There was no coin slot but NETS card slot. The good old simple SAM machine which accepted coins was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end, frustrated, I went to the PO counter and I had to queue to buy just 1 stamp. Luckily it was not long but I still waited 5 mins, and counting the time I lost trying to find the button on the machine, I was there for about 15 mins just to get a stamp to post my letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we have advanced to have a multi-purpose super machine, but the very basic need of consumers is forgotten and does not exist anymore. What a shame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-6413412986040398848?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-technological-advances-come.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-8545764193065162757</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T00:30:58.776+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>daily thoughts</category><title>Help, helper??</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight, Bunn brought up the topic of getting a helper. It's not the first time we talked about this. Before, we said... maybe if I get a perm job and it is busier... somehow we managed to fit into the "busier" routine. Then we said... maybe if Bunn's new job is busier... somehow we managed to fit into the busier routine again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always thought if we survived the 1st 2 years of Kang's birth, we should be ok. But I think both of us have been very stressed out by the kids' behaviour and this is really draining us. We seldom have peace of mind and good sleep, this is the main problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dread the thought of getting a problematic helper. Bunn said this is not a problem, we can keep changing till we get a decent one. The inconvenience he refuses to put up with is the loss of privacy. For me, this is compounded on top of a problematic helper. And my solution? I thought of using machines to help us. Maybe get a dryer so that Bunn doesn't have to hang the laundry anymore, but this will increase our monthly PUB bill. Maybe a dish washer to wash all the daily stuff (lame excuse?), but this will also increase our PUB bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know... is it worth spending on machines and increasing our bills to save our privacy and get the job maybe half done, or just forget and get a helper? We planned the spare room really as a guest room to welcome our loved ones, not as a helper's room. Dilemma.... I am really tempted to try the machine solution first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-8545764193065162757?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-helper.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-5525036081810021945</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T00:08:19.801+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>daily thoughts</category><title>Fatigue</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's Nov now. The Xmas deco is almost up along Orchard Road. It's a pleasant sight. With the rain recently, it feels even more Christmasy. But not just yet... maybe when it's later in Nov with sales all throughout, the mood will be stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With year-end always comes fatigue and reflection for the past year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel really tired but happy to have a fulfilling year. Looking back, even since working "officially", I have only taken leave for a short trip with Bunn to Bangkok and the day I gave myself some hair grooming. The rest of my leave were taken for Kang's checkups. I really feel very tired... especially with the packing recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know when but I hope to have some good break soon. We were supposed to go to an "ang moh" country for holiday this year, especially when Le is going to P1 next year, we thought to have a longer holiday. Then came all the new jobs, move... Of course we are happy for these changes, so this long holiday will have to take a back seat. Let's see if we can fit something in the next 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-5525036081810021945?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/11/fatigue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-3064157784473967851</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T23:57:36.418+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kids</category><title>Bruises</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SuMjS905cVI/AAAAAAAAA1s/qLW59wimRq0/s1600-h/bruises.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396195587261034834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SuMjS905cVI/AAAAAAAAA1s/qLW59wimRq0/s400/bruises.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not sure if you can see clearly...there are a lot of bruises on Kang's legs. Don't really know how he got them, just that he's always running about and falling down. In this photo, they already looked better. Few days back, they were darker and looked very awful with bruises all over his legs. Those few days, his platelet count must have dipped quite a bit and now that the bruises have lightened, the count should have gone up. Will it become normal again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-3064157784473967851?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/10/bruises.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SuMjS905cVI/AAAAAAAAA1s/qLW59wimRq0/s72-c/bruises.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-1499542009729896096</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T23:50:15.613+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kids</category><title>Macho men!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kang said he wanted to take out shirt like Papa. Boy can, girl cannot, he said to me. And see, he's trying to act cool and tough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396194173189544242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SuMiAp_-2TI/AAAAAAAAA1k/O9U3vEKR5OE/s400/IMG_6810%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-1499542009729896096?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/10/macho-men.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SuMiAp_-2TI/AAAAAAAAA1k/O9U3vEKR5OE/s72-c/IMG_6810%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-3454716066686187400</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 15:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T23:46:40.867+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>moving out</category><title>Tape</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I threw away a lot of Le's little little stuff. I never knew what to do with them. Actually I could trash more but if I did, it could really be almost everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the stuff I trashed was a bag of tapes. Cartooned scotch tape, the type bought from pasar malam. Then later as I was looking for a narrower tape to stick something, I picked them back and realised they were quite sticky and useful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396192979052217714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SuMg7JfdRXI/AAAAAAAAA1c/29mIwL5adoo/s400/IMG_6809%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-3454716066686187400?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/10/tape.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SuMg7JfdRXI/AAAAAAAAA1c/29mIwL5adoo/s72-c/IMG_6809%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-2297895051142749205</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T23:46:51.183+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kids</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><title>Char Kway</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The latest breakfast craze? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The orh orh kway" as Le claims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396190763005017474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SuMe6KEofYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/qypvJ7KUdNs/s400/24-10-09_0922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396190757453038290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SuMe51Y8AtI/AAAAAAAAA1M/WtOxr70ikt8/s400/24-10-09_0921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-2297895051142749205?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/10/cha-kway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SuMe6KEofYI/AAAAAAAAA1U/qypvJ7KUdNs/s72-c/24-10-09_0922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-3949376964819728230</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T23:35:50.430+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>moving out</category><title>4 more weekends to go!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The more I pack, the more I marvel at how "little" things we have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually there are more that can be trashed but I just feel 不舍得 and conveniently packed them into the boxes. I keep telling myself, I'm sure when we move over, there will be a 2nd round of trashing when we can't fit the stuff somewhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Except our master bedroom where I haven't touched, I've pretty much touched all other rooms whatever I could pack. Oh, of course I didn't touch the store room which is Bunn's job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow I can't believe we have lived here for 8 years. Didn't seem that long but Le is already 6, so it can't be wrong. And I also marvel at how "new" most of our furniture still look after 8 years. We didn't maintain that much... but then we are not much of a destroyer, so I guess that's why. Or maybe we are not at home enough to destroy our stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mmm.. should we buy new bedsheets? I think we deserve this after 8 years. Our very first set was actually Bunn's favourite cos it was very comfortable. However, I stopped using it cos it's dark blue and each time I use them, mosquitoes will invite themselves. I'll keep this set as a momento and donate the other overused 2 sets we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, one thing at a time. Finish packing first, then move and get used to staying with MIL, then think about new things to buy later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;The study room has become a mini warehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395819332034649890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SuHNGB4cXyI/AAAAAAAAA1E/HLbW_Y_-_ws/s400/23-10-09_2331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-3949376964819728230?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-more-weekends-to-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/SuHNGB4cXyI/AAAAAAAAA1E/HLbW_Y_-_ws/s72-c/23-10-09_2331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-8440911293410272842</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T10:21:36.935+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kids</category><title>Le</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, not every entry about Le is bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday afternoon, we were all napping. Le didn't want to as usual on weekends nowadays. She was playing with some toys when I told her I needed my beauty sleep, "otherwise, I will be very grouchy later". She continued playing for a while. As I drifted into my dreamland, I saw her packing up the toys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later, there was some banging sounds but I didn't bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I finally got up, I saw the cups and milk bottle in the sink gone. Le had washed them all. I asked whether she washed off all the soap, especially Kang's milk bottle. She said yes, I did like what you do, pour water inside and shake shake shake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't want to check or re-wash everything, I trusted her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Le is really capable of doing things if she wanted to. There was once she packed the messy toy area at the balcony, it was very neat after that. And another time she took out all the shoes in the shoe cabinet and tidied up everything neatly. i can't explain, and I've said many times but I still marvel at how her little mind works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-8440911293410272842?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/10/le.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-1335105833408244986</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 01:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T10:05:55.636+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>daily thoughts</category><title>Right before our eyes!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, an accident happened right before our eyes and we were so close to it. I really got a shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were having dinner with KP and family in Hougang. We were seated along an aisle next to the stall. Parallel to this aisle is a row of grass patch, and parallel to the grass patch is pedestrian pavement and then the road. In other words, between the aisle we were seated and the road are the grass patch and pavement. My back was facing the road, Bunn was opposite me and front facing the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't know how... there was a very loud horn, then screeching and banging sound... then we all stood up, I turned around and the car mounted the kerb of the pavement and came towards the grass patch but stopped in time. The driver came out unhurt and luckily there was no injury. Where I stood, in front of my eyes was the car. We were separated by the grass patch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw the car coming towards us but the speed was slow by then, so I didn't expect it to come much forward. I was stunned and just looked when I should have just grabbed Kang who was on my left and run. But I didn't. I now wonder if it's cos I knew the car was stopping or I was just too stunned to move. SF was on my right, back facing the road too. She too turned to see what happened the same time as me, and we both saw the car coming. She was shocked too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine if something really drastic happens, we wouldn't even have time to think or react. That's what we call accident right? Good thing all of us were safe. What an ordeal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-1335105833408244986?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-before-our-eyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-8412350680961678107</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T00:05:15.029+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><title>Post PSLE celebration</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a post-PSLE celebration today, and also a "lelong" give-away of some of our furniture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's really a relief to have a major exam over. As I was packing the other day, I found my sec school report book and looked through it cover to cover. It was very memorable..I mean the school life, not the exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393600196932147106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/StnqzXaeF6I/AAAAAAAAA00/TH4BYzVjRco/s400/IMG_6799%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-8412350680961678107?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-psle-celebration.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/StnqzXaeF6I/AAAAAAAAA00/TH4BYzVjRco/s72-c/IMG_6799%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-7296978533272736968</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T23:57:19.517+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>moving out</category><title>Status check 2</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good thing I dragged back quite a number of boxes from the office (taking MRT!) yesterday. They came in very handy today. The mover's boxes will come only next Monday. Imagine if I had waited, I would have wasted 1 week and wouldn't have packed the 15 (I think, lost count..) boxes by today. Compared to my 1st box of last week, I am so proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393598032259719906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/Stno1XYWIuI/AAAAAAAAA0s/OyQxYNE0msY/s400/IMG_6808%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-7296978533272736968?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/10/status-check-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7hWSU0GGtfo/Stno1XYWIuI/AAAAAAAAA0s/OyQxYNE0msY/s72-c/IMG_6808%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-3372555415178216165</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T00:08:39.561+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>moving out</category><title>Status check</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have packed 10 boxes by tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Study room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is half done. It's kinda diffficult to complete cos there are things we'll still need to use. Then there are a fair bit of computer stuff like a lot of spare cables that I don't know what to do with them. Trash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kids' room&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kang's drawer bed is cleared. Book shelf should be fast but need to wait till weekend. Clothes drawers and Le's wardrobe will still be needed. Oh, the light bulb has fused, so now there's no light at night. With just 1.5 months to go, I am so reluctant to buy a new bulb. Let's see how long we can delay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kitchen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started the top cabinets tonight. It's easy cos I trashed many empty containers. The rest are irregular shaped stuff, just need to sweep them into a box. So top is almost done. Will still need pretty much of the stuff in bottom cabinets, so those gonna wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm quite happy with my efforts but it's been very tiring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-3372555415178216165?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/10/status-check.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544458815862909818.post-6845831626166137027</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 08:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T23:02:53.905+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>moving out</category><title>Packing</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told Bunn this morning that maybe I should pack 1 box per day. He said "No", implying that want to do better do it all at once. Of course not once but rather not break up like that. Yesterday as I was packing the first box, he said his will be very fast, just give him boxes and trash bags. I seem to think that he is only thinking about packing his own stuff! I cannot do it alone! So this morning, I gave him the honour of packing the store room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just packed my 2nd box! Looking at this speed, I think it's gonna take 1 week per room! I will stick to my 1 box per day, at least there is a target. I'll try to double up as far as possible. There are only 6 more weekends to go, the last will probably be THE move, so only 5 for packing, I have to hurry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I trashed some stuff as I packed. I'm sure I'll start trashing more and more in time to come. I already have a good mind of trashing a basket of toys without even wanting to look inside. Out of sight, out of mind, out to the trash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544458815862909818-6845831626166137027?l=biglittlejoys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://biglittlejoys.blogspot.com/2009/10/packing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Casper)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>