<?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-35001451</id><updated>2011-12-20T08:24:06.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE NEVER FAILS - 1 Cor 13:8</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is something that everyone should try at least once - Henry J. Tillman</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-7564573340118137533</id><published>2008-09-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:49:21.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Gwendolyn @ 8 months old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been long since we last blogged about anything.... :) Baby Gwen has grown and have been eating solids. She just loves her mashed sweet potato and carrots.... and she called "daddy" for the first time yesterday....awww....that was really a sweet moment (for the daddy of coz') but how about "mama or mummy"? well....got to start teaching her these 2 precious words... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d688c8e1e6c31079" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd688c8e1e6c31079%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331201801%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67C15554480CC1C49C6B6EBD865BFDC0CFF610BF.5DAED1F0474AFD209C4A4302CE5ABBFD3979D4F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd688c8e1e6c31079%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ_1R5Lh_HoO_CgLW2OG5Gg9TGMg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd688c8e1e6c31079%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331201801%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67C15554480CC1C49C6B6EBD865BFDC0CFF610BF.5DAED1F0474AFD209C4A4302CE5ABBFD3979D4F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd688c8e1e6c31079%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ_1R5Lh_HoO_CgLW2OG5Gg9TGMg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-7564573340118137533?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d688c8e1e6c31079&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/7564573340118137533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=7564573340118137533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/7564573340118137533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/7564573340118137533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2008/09/gwendolyn-8-months-old.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-3248499881556585789</id><published>2008-04-29T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:16:37.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY GWENDOLYN @ 3 MONTHS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Very cheeky and starting to giggle a lot when we make funny faces and talk to her. And she rolled over by herself for the first time last week.... :) She brings a lot of joy to both of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-c5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-c5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970206099909&amp;site=widget-c5.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970206099909&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c5.slide.com/p1/360287970206099909/ms_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970206099909&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c5.slide.com/p2/360287970206099909/ms_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/35001451-3248499881556585789?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/3248499881556585789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=3248499881556585789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/3248499881556585789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/3248499881556585789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-gwendolyn-3-months-very-cheeky-and_1200.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-7944737754029762802</id><published>2008-03-17T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:46:34.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;In the month of March, there were 3 birthday celebrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;1) Celebrated my brother in law's birthday last Sunday @ Le Meridien. Ambience was good, food was even better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99AyIjfFlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wYcxl4vEEvo/s1600-h/DSC02239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178929326533318226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99AyIjfFlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wYcxl4vEEvo/s320/DSC02239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The "birthday boy"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99AxojfFkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YyRFcCaQ3Jg/s1600-h/DSC02234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178929317943383618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99AxojfFkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YyRFcCaQ3Jg/s320/DSC02234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Baby Gwen with Grandpa and Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99AxIjfFiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oosfc1M28Nk/s1600-h/DSC02229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178929309353448994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99AxIjfFiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oosfc1M28Nk/s320/DSC02229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The "Lims"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99AwojfFhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rtZGUJ6woPI/s1600-h/DSC02214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178929300763514386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99AwojfFhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rtZGUJ6woPI/s320/DSC02214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Baby Gwen posing with daddy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Celebrated my sis-in-law's &amp;amp; niece's bithdays as well somewhere in Sri Damansara, couldn't remember the restaurant's name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178978920520685170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99t44jfFnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jG4zS5v6w2g/s320/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting ready to go to the restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99t5IjfFoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iYM6JF9PbY4/s1600-h/DSC02196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178978924815652482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99t5IjfFoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iYM6JF9PbY4/s320/DSC02196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;The "birthday girl" aka as my niece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99t5YjfFpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qLzlfUjx8nY/s1600-h/DSC02197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178978929110619794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99t5YjfFpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qLzlfUjx8nY/s320/DSC02197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And another "birthday girl" aka my SIL with my newphew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R-Cv4YjfFrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/AT-CKKhQ1-U/s1600-h/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179332954674894514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R-Cv4YjfFrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/AT-CKKhQ1-U/s320/DSC02198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Papa and Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-7944737754029762802?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/7944737754029762802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=7944737754029762802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/7944737754029762802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/7944737754029762802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthday-celebration-celebrated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R99AyIjfFlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wYcxl4vEEvo/s72-c/DSC02239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-7949156064665790360</id><published>2008-03-05T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:46:35.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROWING DAY BY DAY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Baby Gwen is growing bigger and chubbier each day. And heavier too! And shes so cheeky these days... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R89fwZLjajI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bXotbaDNB9A/s1600-h/DSC02153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174459781869693490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R89fwZLjajI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bXotbaDNB9A/s320/DSC02153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Baby Gwen in her first jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R89fxJLjakI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZntxNxrd1Go/s1600-h/DSC02163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174459794754595394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R89fxJLjakI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZntxNxrd1Go/s320/DSC02163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R89fxpLjalI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UZbhuNPPWl8/s1600-h/DSC02164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174459803344530002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R89fxpLjalI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UZbhuNPPWl8/s320/DSC02164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R89fyJLjamI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7nEphYOqpAY/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174459811934464610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R89fyJLjamI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7nEphYOqpAY/s320/DSC02171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R89fyZLjanI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tLY7GLh2pQs/s1600-h/DSC02172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174459816229431922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R89fyZLjanI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tLY7GLh2pQs/s320/DSC02172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R89fxpLjalI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UZbhuNPPWl8/s1600-h/DSC02164.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R89fyZLjanI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tLY7GLh2pQs/s1600-h/DSC02172.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-7949156064665790360?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/7949156064665790360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=7949156064665790360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/7949156064665790360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/7949156064665790360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2008/03/growing-day-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R89fwZLjajI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bXotbaDNB9A/s72-c/DSC02153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-332778536660925040</id><published>2008-02-19T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:46:35.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FREEDOM at last....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Today baby Gwen is exactly 1 month old. And YES...my confinement is over. Well, I sort of broke the rule earlier, had the full moon party for Gwen on 17th, 2 days earlier than her supposedly 1 month old birthday. So, Jon and myself together with my mom brought Gwen out for the first time yesterday. As I was craving for my "pan mee" at my favourite food stall in Tmn Megah for like a month, we went there for lunch. And as usual I ordered my "teh si peng" as well. Mom nagged me for having cold drink too early during my maternity and I just have to reassure her that I just need one teh si peng only for that day. :) My MIL joined us for lunch as well, and she was very skeptical of us bringing out the baby so soon. Well, parents will always be the "parents", and I know they meant well even with all the "pantang" and "advices"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Right after lunch, we headed to 1 Utama to look for bottle warmer and also to buy a rice cooker. The one that we have at home spoilt again(for like umpteenth times)...and we are sick of bringing the cooker back and forth to the service centre for repair. Never ever I'm gonna buy anything from Pensonic again. The quality of their products is bad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We had a great experience of bringing out the baby and yes it was not easy. From feeding her in the car, and bringing out the stroller and etc...making sure everything is there in case she needs anything, it was an eye opener for us. No longer about us shopping as long as we want in the mall rather than to have what in mind and just go straight and purchase it because baby Gwen will cries when she feels tired or hungry. But it was a fun 1st day trip to the mall for us with the baby even for a short time and we are looking forward to bringing her out more often when shes slightly bigger.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R9DdDJLjarI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UsH11dSnM-s/s1600-h/full%2Bmoon%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174879017922423474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R9DdDJLjarI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UsH11dSnM-s/s320/full%2Bmoon%2B005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R9DdDZLjasI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jvb2Ta8BaT8/s1600-h/full%2Bmoon%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174879022217390786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R9DdDZLjasI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jvb2Ta8BaT8/s320/full%2Bmoon%2B010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R9DdDpLjatI/AAAAAAAAAFo/M5x8StvE1X8/s1600-h/full%2Bmoon%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174879026512358098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R9DdDpLjatI/AAAAAAAAAFo/M5x8StvE1X8/s320/full%2Bmoon%2B012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Baby Gwen's "fusion" full moon boxes prepared by our dearest friend Juen (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ribbonsandcakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://ribbonsandcakes.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;....we love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-332778536660925040?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/332778536660925040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=332778536660925040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/332778536660925040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/332778536660925040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2008/02/freedom-at-last_18.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R9DdDJLjarI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UsH11dSnM-s/s72-c/full%2Bmoon%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-8335602902747387983</id><published>2008-02-10T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:41:27.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUCH OUCH...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I've been through last 3 sessions of traditional massage aka as traditional Malay "urut" for the past 2 weeks to get rid of the "wind" after the delivery. It was excruciating initially but it does makes me feels good later on. It was worth it. I was not too keen at first because of the pain but I decided to go for it anyway after so much persuasion and recommendation from others who did it before. I could feel my muscles and joints are lighter and not so tight anymore. I have backache on and off these past few weeks, most probably due to breastfeeding but the massages really makes me feels better. Baby Gwen so far has been breastfeeding well and has increased her appetite these few days and I need to breastfeed her more often. We did have rough nights when she just did not want to sleep but kept sucking. Sometimes she will just suck a few times and fall asleep. But when we tried to put her to sleep in her cot, she will cry. Probably she loves to suck for comfort. My sleeping pattern has changed tremendously as well, no more sleep in late on weekends. Trust me...Baby cries are far better off than having an alarm clock. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-8335602902747387983?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/8335602902747387983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=8335602902747387983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/8335602902747387983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/8335602902747387983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2008/02/ouch-ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-1198778890313848325</id><published>2008-01-29T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:46:36.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh....I'M SO CLEAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R58hS_iiGGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oy8h8zbDM94/s1600-h/DSC02069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160880308167514210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R58hS_iiGGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oy8h8zbDM94/s320/DSC02069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R58hRviiGFI/AAAAAAAAADI/eTuK8om0BJ8/s1600-h/DSC02068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160880286692677714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R58hRviiGFI/AAAAAAAAADI/eTuK8om0BJ8/s320/DSC02068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Just after a quick shower)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'd poo-ed, I'll rest while mummy and daddy clean me up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R58gTfiiGBI/AAAAAAAAACo/VAu2OWvmJ3Y/s1600-h/DSC02063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160879217245820946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R58gTfiiGBI/AAAAAAAAACo/VAu2OWvmJ3Y/s320/DSC02063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ahh...Now I'm clean, I'm off to bed everyone. Nite nite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&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/35001451-1198778890313848325?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/1198778890313848325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=1198778890313848325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/1198778890313848325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/1198778890313848325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R58hS_iiGGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oy8h8zbDM94/s72-c/DSC02069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-53463995255306844</id><published>2008-01-27T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:46:37.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;PICTURES OF GWENDOLYN......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yCsviiF8I/AAAAAAAAACA/WV4TJuCxKDA/s1600-h/DSC02005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160142978246907842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yCsviiF8I/AAAAAAAAACA/WV4TJuCxKDA/s320/DSC02005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just after birth, on mummy's chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yCtPiiF9I/AAAAAAAAACI/Wuu72BqJ6ME/s1600-h/DSC02009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160142986836842450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yCtPiiF9I/AAAAAAAAACI/Wuu72BqJ6ME/s320/DSC02009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sleeping so soundly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yCsPiiF5I/AAAAAAAAABo/nc-JTpPI70Q/s1600-h/20012008141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160142969656973202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yCsPiiF5I/AAAAAAAAABo/nc-JTpPI70Q/s320/20012008141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fresh and clean after the delivery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yCsfiiF6I/AAAAAAAAABw/Tbc7OQF4fcA/s1600-h/25012008007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160142973951940514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yCsfiiF6I/AAAAAAAAABw/Tbc7OQF4fcA/s320/25012008007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Looking at mummy for milk so innocently... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yCsfiiF7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/XGnBHHjQhHs/s1600-h/25012008149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160142973951940530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yCsfiiF7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/XGnBHHjQhHs/s320/25012008149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm....Satisfied...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yD8fiiF-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JN7wGfDRud8/s1600-h/DSC02045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160144348341475298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yD8fiiF-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JN7wGfDRud8/s320/DSC02045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Smiling at daddy who was behind the camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yD8viiF_I/AAAAAAAAACY/zwu7e80pbrk/s1600-h/DSC02046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160144352636442610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yD8viiF_I/AAAAAAAAACY/zwu7e80pbrk/s320/DSC02046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Resting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-53463995255306844?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/53463995255306844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=53463995255306844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/53463995255306844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/53463995255306844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2008/01/pictures-of-gwendolyn.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/R5yCsviiF8I/AAAAAAAAACA/WV4TJuCxKDA/s72-c/DSC02005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-2826800542045966492</id><published>2008-01-22T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:05:54.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our baby girl Gwendolyn.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;was born on 19 January 2008 @ 12:07pm, 2 weeks earlier from the EDD. Praise God that everything went smoothly and she had no problem coming out with no complications. It was all seem still surreal to me and Jon coz' never have we expexted that she will come out so soon. Ironic part was, we went to see the gynae the day before she was born and neither of us was informed by the gynae that I will have early delivery. In fact, the gynae was mentioning about his absence on 7 &amp;amp; 8 of February due to CNY celebration and if we wants him to deliver our baby which means I have to be induced earlier which means early labour. But the next morning which was on the delivery date itself, I felt I have mild stomachache and was complaining to Jon who was half asleep. Well, nothing much he can do at that point of time, so I continued sleeping. But later at about 5:30am, I felt like going to the toilet but nothing came out. Strangely...I thought so to myself. Then without realising anything peculiar, I decided to continue sleeping after complaining to Jon for another time. He was of coz' convinving me that I might have Braxton Hicks which is very common to pregnant women. I couldn't sleep well and I starter to look at my clock everytime the pain comes. And the interval for each painw as about 5-6 minutes. The pain was still bearable so never did I thought to myself that the pain that I was having was basically the contractions. But about 9am plus...I have the blood spotting and I calmly told Jon that maybe I was having contractions. His ears perked up when he heard me saying I had spotting. He quickly got up from his bed and started reading a chapter abnout contractions and called our Godma as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Lo and behold, yes it was confirmed these were the signs of contractions. Jon encouraged me to go to Pantai immediately. I was contemplating at first coz' I read a lot about false labour and I wouldn't want to go to the hospital and then were asked to go back if it is for sure false labour. We took our own sweet time to pack some of the unfinished hospital bag which we should have done much earlier. I tool a nice shower and hairwash. It was then about 11am when we left our house to Pantai. My dear hubby even suggested to go for a nice breakfast before checking into the hospital and I agreed becoz' I knew mosy doctors discouraged those in labour to check-in early as the labour for first child will usually take about 12-14 hours. We decided in the end to go to McD in Bangsar as it was nearer to Pantai. Thank God we couldn't find a single parking and at that time suddenly I felt the urge to do "big job". We decided to skip breakfast and went to Pantai straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;While I was waiting at the lobby waiting for Jon to enquire the receptionist as to where we should be headed to for emergency purposes, I just can't stand up and I just need to sit badly. I was wheeled to the labour ward immediately. At that point of time it was bout 11:40am. Once in the labour ward, I felt the strong urge to push badly. The nurse asked about my birth plan and I just couldn't answered her. Jon told her that as we have discussed ealier, we want natural birth with no epidural, painkillers whatsoever. The nurse did a check on my vagina and I was informed that I might be giving birth in an hour time. With shock on both of our faces, Jon got to rush out to register and my gynae was called immediately for duty. Thank God my gynae was in the hospital itself coz usually he doesn't come in on weekends and that day was Saturday. When he came in to see me about 11:50am, he did another check on me and with confidence he informed me that I will give birth in 15 minutes time. He just sat at the corner and tried to make some jokes to ease me but all I could think was the pain and I just want to PUSH badly. After 4 pushes (thats what I have been told by Jon coz each time I pushed i will squeezed his hands badly), baby Gwendolyn came out. The last push was pretty funny coz the nurse attending to me actually told me not to push anymore but just imagine you were having a really bad stomachache, we just can't stand not to push rite'? When our baby came out, water gushed out and blood everywhere. And then the gynae clamped and Jon cut her umbilical cord. Waited for about 2 minutes before the placenta came out. I felt so blessed that had a short labour without any anaesthatic or episiotomy and baby weight was alrite @ 2.56kg. But my butt still feel a bit sore now and hopefully it will go away in a few days time. &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/35001451-2826800542045966492?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/2826800542045966492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=2826800542045966492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/2826800542045966492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/2826800542045966492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-baby-girl-gwendolyn.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-8740776417004564376</id><published>2008-01-09T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:17:40.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Baby's Weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;On our last gynae visit, we were both informed that our baby was underweight and if her weight does not increase to about 600 grams in 2 weeks, I have to be induced, which means early labour. Current baby weight is only 1989 grams. Our gynae told us that an average baby's weight is above 2.5kgs and for baby to put on extra 600grams in 2 weeks, oh well it does sounds impossible. Been eating lots of meat these few days as with much anticipation and anxious that baby is eating and growing well. I have problem in sleeping as well these past few days as my back is aching terribly especially my right hip. Will see the gynae again this week and Jon and myself are praying really hard that baby is growing well.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a45334d6a6b784f513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play Ultrasound+Pictures" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a45334d6a6b784f513d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://postcards.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own postcard - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://postcards.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Make a postcard - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-8740776417004564376?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/8740776417004564376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=8740776417004564376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/8740776417004564376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/8740776417004564376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2008/01/babys-weight-on-our-last-gynae-visit-we.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-6139847750717542951</id><published>2007-12-31T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T07:59:36.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 weeks and counting....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm expected to give birth in exactly a months' time..*gasp. Pretty anxious about it. A lot of advices and concerns poured out to me lately like "Have I packed my hospital bag?", "what to expect during contractions?", "false labour vs real labour" and etc...It seems having a baby is definately a whole new experience to both of us as first time parents when everything seems to cost a lot of money from choosing the baby cot to breast pumps and the list seems to be endless each time we walk into a mall or a baby shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But the thought of holding and cuddling our baby girl for the first time is something both myself and Jon are really looking forward to. In fact, we have started assembled the baby cot and baby changing table and arranged them in our room. Yup, our bedroom kinda a bit small now with these two in our room but the idea of placing the baby in another room is not something we want to coz as much as we need much sleep, both of us agreed that we would prefer to bond with our baby girl as much as possible in her first few months before I'm back to work again after my 2 months maternity leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Praise God that we have found our much needed babysitter at last. Been searching for the right one for a long long time and it is a blessing knowing our babysitter is known to Jon personally and most importantly the babysitter is a believer herself and we pray that she'll be able to teach more and more about Jesus to her and she'll grow up to be a godly child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-6139847750717542951?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/6139847750717542951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=6139847750717542951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/6139847750717542951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/6139847750717542951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/12/4-weeks-and-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-961348584710429921</id><published>2007-09-14T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:18:53.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 5 months...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I have yet to know my baby gender....Well,maybe we will by our next gynae visit next week and thats if our baby is not shy enough to show us a peek! :) My pregnancy so far has been quite a relief with no morning sickness and etc...Praise God for giving me such a smooth 5 mths pregnancy...Although I have been putting lots of weight ever since and my legs are a bit of swollen and I'm now wearing shoe size "6" rather than my usual "5", I found myself pretty clumsy all the time and my short term memory is getting bad each day :( But nevertheless, I'm really looking forward for my first baby movement which I have yet to experience. Hubby has been very supportive in helping out with the chores at home. From doing the laundry and picking me up to and fro from the office, I knew that he is also excited about being a dad for the first time. Sometimes, we came across young parents with screaming kids and we both can't help but wonder, are we really ready for all these? But we pray that the Lord will always grant us wisdom in bringing up our baby and enjoying every moment seeing our baby grow each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-961348584710429921?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/961348584710429921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=961348584710429921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/961348584710429921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/961348584710429921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-5-months.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-9112658982712558888</id><published>2007-06-10T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T07:28:05.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;"We're" Pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by: The Hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It started off as what I thought was my darling wife putting on lots of weight, which then escalated to her being a week plus late on her period. Since we were already "planning" ; ) for the past 2 weeks on starting a family, against my better judgment, while we were strolling past Watsons on a Friday night prior to cell group we purchased a home pregnancy test. Time at cell seemed to crawl as we were waiting to get home to take it. When we got home and got into our room, brimming with anticipation, we took the test. Having just taken this test for the very first time, neither my darling wife or I knew how to "interpret" the result. So after a minute or so, only one line remained which prompted me to respond with a huge sigh "We're not pregnant" which caused us much disappointment as we were expecting it to be positive. Since I wasn't thoroughly convinced, I continued "dunking" the test into the "test pan" convinced that we took it wrong. Lo and behold a 2nd line appeared, be it very "blurry". Naturally, I then put my arm around PS and said "We're Pregnant". PS was skeptical at first as we had a negative result moments before however, after reading the instruction manual, it brought to my attention that regardless of how "blur" the 2nd line was it meant she was pregnant and finally after showing her the manual, it finally dawned on both of us... "We're Pregnant" :)&lt;br /&gt;We the phoned up our parents (at this point it was around midnight) who although were half asleep were ecstatic as were PS's parents. We went to bed elated but were still doubting the result as it was conceivable it was taken wrong so we decided to go to the doctor’s the next day to reconfirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, when we got to the Dr’s office and after what seemed to be an eternity, the nurse brought PS into the next room as I waited with the doctor. Moments later, the nurse emerged from the next room and in a puzzled tone blurted out “Dr, I ingat dia tak pregnant lah” to which the doctor retorted “You tahu buat tak itu pregnancy test” and then instructed her. Again, in a rather “déjà vu”(shades of the night before) manner, the doctor then announced that PS was expecting as the 2nd “blur” line appeared. Naturally, we were delighted but again with a touch of apprehension, we shared the news with some of our closest friends and our pastor (who’s also our godfather) who prayed for PS. At this point, we were still a touch “skeptical” so thereafter, I did heaps of research on via the internet and did something that seems quite cliché’ these days when I made a beeline to pick up a copy of “What to expect when you’re expecting” as after 2 dramatic “could be” pregnancy confirmations, both PS and I really wanted to know absolutely everything about pregnancy and the 1st trimester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, still a little skeptical, we made an appointment with a gynecologist to “triple confirm” the pregnancy. After an unbelievable 4 hour wait for them to get through just 20 patients, we were ushered in to see the gynecologist who unfortunately for us, just adjourned from the OT. Conceivably tired from the scores of patients he’s seen or examined coupled with the emergency in the OT he seemed to be reluctant to answer most of our answers as he seemed to be in a hurry to be done with us. He did with the help of the ultrasound however, confirm the pregnancy much to our relief. Whilst we were gazing at the little white dot on the ultrasound and it began to dawn on us that we were going to be parents he interrupted us by informing us that there was absolutely nothing he could tell us about the pregnancy as there was yet to be a “heartbeat” as it was still early days. Now after all the drama we’ve encountered in the past week this understandably; left a tinge of anxiety on us… More drama… :) After the examination, we finally felt more confident in spreading our "good news" and so when we got to children's church our fellow children leaders laid hands and prayed for us which is very assuring that we aren't in this "journey" alone. Praise the Lord for fellow brothers and sisters in Christ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We are to go back for an examination 2 weeks from now, so without taking anything for granted, do continue to pray with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So finally, with much confidence... "We're pregnant"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Stay tuned! :)&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/35001451-9112658982712558888?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/9112658982712558888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=9112658982712558888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/9112658982712558888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/9112658982712558888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/06/were-pregnant-by-hubby-it-started-off.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-4829552579243132494</id><published>2007-05-09T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:46:37.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH NO....!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;What an eventful weekend I had last week. Last Saturday, I tripped and fell in the middle of the pathway at the flea market in Curve and I was of coz pretty embarassed about it. What confounded it was as I was falling down, instintively I grabbed whatever that is within reach, unfortunately what I grabbed on to was a woman who was right in front of me, which in turn startled her as she yelled on the top of her voice possibly because she thought that someone was trying to snatch her handbag. There I was left in the middle of the bazaar pathway with a bruised right shin and my damaged ego as it caused quite a commotion with passerbys looking on and in no doubt judging me in their heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061839336524237474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/Rj9EDsugSqI/AAAAAAAAABg/NI8qub4Re3I/s320/bgr0060l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;On Sunday, I experienced a little bit of Malaysian "mannerism". I was thoroughly enjoying the Spiderman 3 movie when this selfish guy at the back of me kept tapping his feet and pushed his legs onto the back of my seat. It was so irritating that I was on the verge of just turning my back and looked at him. Unfortunately me being my usual cultured and tame self, it was just an evil thought that came to me but something I would never do it but my body language showed that I was very uneasy with my seat but did he look a bit apologetic after the movie? Na-ah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/35001451-4829552579243132494?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/4829552579243132494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=4829552579243132494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/4829552579243132494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/4829552579243132494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/Rj9EDsugSqI/AAAAAAAAABg/NI8qub4Re3I/s72-c/bgr0060l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-6041200262357768189</id><published>2007-04-07T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:46:38.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfect Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/RhetS-CVuRI/AAAAAAAAABY/J2n6-lrUJGU/s1600-h/42-17073448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050696048521361682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/RhetS-CVuRI/AAAAAAAAABY/J2n6-lrUJGU/s320/42-17073448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Had a dinner with one my closest friend recently and we touched on the subject of having so-called perfect eyes. For someone like me who has been having bad vision since secondary school, the thought of having perfect eyes always comes to my mind. No more those geeky-looking glasses or even the need to wear those contact lenses just to avoid wearing those glasses. But for now, I can't live without my lenses particularly when I'm out. I just hate to wear glasses because I find, it makes my face really greasy and oily when I wear it and the idea of pushing it up now and then really irritates me. My friend is going for a surgical procedure soon for eye correction for perfect eyes and the surgery is intended to reduce her dependency on glasses or contact lenses. Well, the idea sounds good, but her explanation on how it is really done really scares me. The procedure is quite simple from what she said and its basically a surgery that permanently changes the shape of the cornea, the clear covering of the front of the eye, using an excimer laser. And all this can be done in within 5 minutes. GASP! Talked about technology. But from what I heard, the cost of the surgery is so expensive for a just 5 minutes surgery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Having perfect eyes sounds really good to me and I'm tempted to do it, but having to think that I'm still awake and aware of what is happening during that laser surgery, really troubles me. Well....should I&lt;em&gt;?*in deep thoughts.....maybe later or err...never!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&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/35001451-6041200262357768189?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/6041200262357768189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=6041200262357768189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/6041200262357768189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/6041200262357768189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/04/perfect-eyes-had-dinner-with-one-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/RhetS-CVuRI/AAAAAAAAABY/J2n6-lrUJGU/s72-c/42-17073448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-6762186022176964437</id><published>2007-03-06T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T07:38:11.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Car Accident!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Was involved in an accident today, involving 3 cars. What a horrible day to start just after the CNY. :( My car was severely damaged and will be in the workshop for at least 2 weeks and looking at my car after the wreck, the cost of the damage will probably cost a bomb. I feel so handicapped without the car. Praise God, noone was injured, just a little bit traumatised by the incident. Sigh...&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/35001451-6762186022176964437?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/6762186022176964437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=6762186022176964437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/6762186022176964437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/6762186022176964437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/03/car-accident-was-involved-in-accident.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-8966628664623830666</id><published>2007-02-24T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T07:51:52.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got my mudpie fix!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have craving for TGIF's mudpie since a couple of weeks ago. Jon brought me to TGIF today and oh YES....yummy! I sort of ate the whole cake myself, Jon just took a couple of spoons. But now, I feel really bloated. Gonna stop eating mudpie for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-8966628664623830666?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/8966628664623830666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=8966628664623830666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/8966628664623830666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/8966628664623830666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/02/got-my-mudpie-fix-i-have-craving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-2488768464359293264</id><published>2007-02-20T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T07:05:54.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gong Hee Fatt Choy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;This time around was a bit different. Being a married woman, this is the first time I had 2 celebrations with both families and the *ahem...the joy of giving out angpows and yes..we still received angpows. I always look forward to seeing all my family members gathered together, having a great bonding time with one another. This year, went back a couple of days earlier back to my hometown, SP for a pre-CNY celebration. And we have the newest addition to the family this year, baby Isabelle Ann, little bundle of joy of my 3rd bro, Wan Kian and my sis-in-law, May! What a great joy to see all my nieces and nephew again. They were such a bunch of mischievious and playful kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;We were back home on Saturday, just in time for a reunion dinner at Jon's side. Didn't take long for us to drive back to KL. No jam at all but for obvious reason coz' we were at the other side of the road heading to KL whilst those going down south, pheww.....the jam started in Sg Buloh itself up to the Slim River toll. Unbelievable, most probably everyone was rushing back just in time for reunion. Reststops along the highway was packed with cars and people. We both hardly drank to avoid the urge of going to the loo. Haha! But anyway, here are the brief summary of what we did for the past few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CNY - Day 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Makan time at Jon's place and thereafter headed to his uncle's place for more makan time and of coz' the thrill of "gambling session" with relatives.(I was hopeless in it, probably just break-even the capital, Jon did win big this time around!" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CNY - Day 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;More makan time, went to Ming Palace for a reunion dinner(Mom-in-law's side) and more "gambling session" again after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CNY - Day 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Again, another round of makan time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;BUT tomorrow, I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BACK TO WORK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....Oh bummer! Took a couple of photos during CNY but was too lazy to upload them. Probably later. The idea of getting up early tomorrow for work...:( *sniff sniff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;So people, heres to a Blessed Chinese New Year and have a great PIGGY year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-2488768464359293264?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/2488768464359293264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=2488768464359293264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/2488768464359293264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/2488768464359293264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-hee-fatt-choy-this-time-around-was.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-5672627071800428527</id><published>2007-02-11T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T06:44:01.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE GOES MY WEEKENDS....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Working non-stop for 2 consecutive weeks has left me without weekends. These days, I lose my temper quite easily...early signs of stress and not having enough sleep. Hubby pointed out that I have been a real nagger these past few days. Sort of finding fault with him in every little thing he does. Thank God for a wonderful session in CG last week whereby our icebreaker was to have everyone repenting a thing or two if there is any. Repented on my repetitious nagging...felt much better after that. But..sigh...have been working my socks off and I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to the coming long hols. I need that long overdue well-deserved break this time around...I'm for sure on a very strict diet for this coming CNY, which is to whack anything I feel like eating. No cutting on carbo and "jaga badan" this time around. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-5672627071800428527?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/5672627071800428527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=5672627071800428527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/5672627071800428527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/5672627071800428527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/02/there-goes-my-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-3753382714653935373</id><published>2007-01-28T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T07:41:10.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Law Abiding Officer"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Was on route home, passing through Kota Damansara and to our horror, there was this guy in the police car and he was on the phone while driving. My oh my, so much of abiding the road rules. The most depressing part was if we were to do the same thing as what he did, for sure we will be summoned whilst he can get away with it just because he was a policeman. So hypocritical! Hmmphh.... We felt disgusted of his behavior so much so that we thought of taking a picture of him with my phone camera to be sent to The Star but we were a bit too slow, he drove past us and he was seen tailgating another car. Sigh...what was that?!??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-3753382714653935373?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/3753382714653935373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=3753382714653935373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/3753382714653935373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/3753382714653935373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/01/law-abiding-officer-was-on-route-home.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-8224732534723377772</id><published>2007-01-24T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T07:06:05.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFT-PHOBIA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;One of my biggest fear has been realised today.What I considered to be a mundane Wednesday morning turned out to be anything but! As I alighted from my car and headed for the lift to take me up to the 2nd floor, my mind was racing through all the tasks I had for the day. As I reached to press the button, suddenly the lift jerked and descended rapidly and suddenly stopped from what I later discovered was between the ground and first floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I was stuck in the lift for half an hour before being rescued. Still in a state of shock &amp; panic, I quickly pressed the emergency button to get the attention of my need for assistance. Two of the guys (one of them was my boss!) tried to open the door lift using their bare hands but they were only able to open it like 5 cms wide which fortunately, enabled some air to enter the lift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Being down with flu and running nose, it was pretty hard for me to breathe using my mouth. The other unsung heroes in my little incident were my collegues who were very supportive, so much so that some of them even accompanied me all the way till I was rescued. Whilst I was in the lift, I was perspiring profusely, struggling for breath and was praying really hard all the while recalling the feeling of the lift descending suddenly. Phew.....that was scary. After half an hour of nerve-wrecking minutes, I was rescued! Once the door lift opened, I felt just like a star. Colleagues cheered and consoled me. I of course, pretended to be so cool about it but I tell you that from that incident onwards, I would never take the offce lift again. I rather take the stairs than be in that dreadful situation again.Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-8224732534723377772?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/8224732534723377772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=8224732534723377772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/8224732534723377772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/8224732534723377772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/01/lift-phobia-one-of-my-biggest-fear-has.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-2526886069772518384</id><published>2007-01-12T07:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T08:16:01.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEATING BUCKETS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My car air-cond ran out of gas, so was practically driving around, sweating profusely so much so that I had to wind down my window once in a while because I really couldn't stand the heat! My hair flapped around like the "shampoo girl" in Pantene advertisement :) minus the convertible.:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-2526886069772518384?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/2526886069772518384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=2526886069772518384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/2526886069772518384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/2526886069772518384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-miss-my-car-air-cond-my-car-air-cond.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-7241997035780545561</id><published>2007-01-11T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T08:37:21.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAZING RACE ASIA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Andy and Laura are finally out of the race. I have always believed that "what goes around comes around". They were not the friendliest team that deserved the USD100,000. They were conniving. egoistic, self-centered and @$##%@#. Justice has been served today. Justice and fairness demands that they be eliminated today!! There is still justice in this world afterall ;) But hey, way to go Malaysian Teams, Andrew and Syeon &amp; Joe Jer and Zabrina...they are in the last four. But I am really hoping for M&amp;amp;M brothers to win as well. I always look forward to watching the carefree, fun and animated M&amp;amp;M brothers. Such a likeable team. Yup..errr...its not a typical me to write all these but hey, Jon and myself are pretty esctatic to know that Andy and Laura got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELIMINATED !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;W&lt;strong&gt;oo--hoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-7241997035780545561?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/7241997035780545561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=7241997035780545561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/7241997035780545561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/7241997035780545561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/01/amazing-race-asia-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-8438767995272600503</id><published>2007-01-06T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:46:39.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROUD "MAMA"&amp; "PAPA"! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yes, we are officially the proud "mama" &amp;amp; "papa" for baby Ophelia. Take a look at the pictures, Ophelia's first few baby pictures taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017336723167807314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/RaEpKq7wh1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/XdY8XybTREM/s320/Ophelia.JPG" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017336718872840002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/RaEpKa7wh0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/3Mt2IcVm_j4/s320/Me.JPG" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Isn't she adorable? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017336714577872674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/RaEpKK7whyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7GAeZrXEyAk/s320/Astro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just look how small she is incomparison to the Astro controller!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oopss....err...Oliver and Karine are the real parents for Ophelia. We are just the proud-to-be called Godparents to her. :) What an honour for Jon and myself to be invited by them to be Godpa and Godpa to our "kai lui"...Shes such a cutie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017338282240935794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/RaEqla7wh3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RiBj1rAlVFo/s320/Parents2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017336714577872690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="343" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/RaEpKK7whzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L8YE9Og28KU/s320/Baby_Birth_annoucement_Ophelia_Ho.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/35001451-8438767995272600503?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/8438767995272600503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=8438767995272600503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/8438767995272600503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/8438767995272600503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/01/proud-mama-yes-im-officially-proud-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOGSMivQKyY/RaEpKq7wh1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/XdY8XybTREM/s72-c/Ophelia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-7951042379835551835</id><published>2007-01-03T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T07:18:21.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALITY BITES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Was practically dragging my feet today after a long 4-day break! Aww....couldn't sleep the night before, was turning and tossing...just the thought of going to work the next day, it was a horrible and disturbing feeling. Woke up extremely early today..*sigh, went for a nice breakfast ALONE near my office and started playing with my phone by smsing to a few friends, hoping that they will reply back. Yup, I know, it was a pathetic situation. But oh well, I have to at least pretend I was busy whilst I was in the coffeeshop right...It was bad enough I was having breakfast all by myself and slowly sipping away, enjoying my "teh si peng". What else can I do if I was not smsing? Thank God a few of them replied. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The time seems to pass so slow in the morning. Practically looking at my watch to see when is my next lunch brekkie. It was bad enough that I had "lo ma kai" for breakfast, it seems my tummy digested the food faster than I thought. I was a touch of remorseful later on after such a heavy lunch. Greedy greedy me! Guess I had put on a few kilos after my wedding. Sad but true, reminded me of an incident last week, prior to attending my friend's wedding dinner, I attempted to put on a gown and to my &lt;em&gt;horror&lt;/em&gt; I doscovered I couldn't zip it up. It was too tight for me even when I tried to take a deep breath, hoping that the gown will fit. :( And Jon, well, we both laughed histerically trying very hard to fit me in the gown again but it just couldn't. I was in "reality", too big for it. Jon later tried to comfort and cheer me up(after he laughed at me) by saying that the gown probably just got shrunked! Yeah rite!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reality does bite! Ouch...!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-7951042379835551835?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/7951042379835551835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=7951042379835551835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/7951042379835551835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/7951042379835551835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2007/01/reality-bites-was-practically-dragging.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-7301562020097705089</id><published>2007-01-01T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:10:43.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A year has passed and its time to reflect on what have I done for the past year, 2006. Sounds cliche' but oh well, one thing for sure, I've found myself a great life partner ie. got married and have myself new in-laws. :) Oh boy, how time flies. Just had "makan" with 2 other closest friends of mine recently and I felt like it was just a couple of months back when all of us were just graduated. Well, to begin with, all of us have moved on with our own lives with different paths and priorities in lives. My dearest friend Mel, who still keep her primary "yearbook" till now (I wonder where I chucked mine??) ,showed me hers. The "yearbook" is basically a small notebook where friends will write something in it for her to remember later on in lives for example wishes and something to remember about that person. I saw mine written in it and oh boy, I just couldn't believe myself writing all those cheesy stuff to her like "Hope you study hard so you don't break your parents' hearts"...something like that.....Huh??Me, wrote something like that to her?? What on earth am I thinking when I wrote that to her? Then there was this short biodata about myself that I included in her yearbook as well like My favourite actress = Mary-Kate &amp;amp; Ashley Olsen etc...Duh!! That should summed up which era I was in that time. Ha! Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Another year has passed and I realised that I'm not getting any younger as well. Never have thought myself getting married this year...ooppss.....I meant last year(gotta get used of 2007) and the possibility of getting pregnant later on! (*gasp!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh well...I believe 2007 will be an awesome year for both of us with God as our strength and provider. So,here it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessed New Year People!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-7301562020097705089?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/7301562020097705089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=7301562020097705089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/7301562020097705089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/7301562020097705089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year-everyone-year-has-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-116582259946844453</id><published>2006-12-10T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:40:08.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yaa--ay! Its a HOLIDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;It has been a while since I really rested. Been pretty caught up with work lately like working on the weekends which was really pathetic. Was so exhausted and drained out. Thank God, today is a holiday. Been sleeping till 12 noon(awww...thats a luxury to me) before hubby decided to wake me up for lunch. Aww..www! I was really "konked" after attended a friend's wedding back in Ipoh last night. And when we came back home last night after the wedding, accompanied hubby to watch his favourite Arsenal against Chelsea. Did not manage to stay awake for the whole game, the bed was just so comfy that after the half-time, I fall asleep in just few seconds. Hubby was of coz' so into the game, cheering his team whenever they missed a goal &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;or vice-versa. Even though I did&lt;/span&gt; not watch the whole game till the end, I was secretly hoping that Arsenal will win. Too many people supporting Chelsea d!Hah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Ok...Ok...where was I? Why I'm talking about football here...??*scratching my head. And oh ya, about my friend's wedding. Seriously, this month I was invited to 5 weddings altogether and my weekends are fully booked. My pockets are dry too. Haha! I was just wondering to myself, this month must be a good month then to have so many friends having it on this month. Had a conversation with my colleague the other day and was jokingly said to her when I'm going to hear wedding bells soon from her? Her response was, have to wait for "dragon" year first, only "ong"...I was puzzled initially but was even more puzzled when she told me even when expecting a child, if possible to make sure the child is born in the year of dragon preferably. Huh??That serious? I didn't know that. That was really something pretty new to me. Hmmm...I wonder whats the significance of it?Didn't manage to ask my colleague more about it coz' her bf came and off she went. Totally forgot about it till yesterday, after my friend's wedding. Talk about Chinese custom...confusing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-116582259946844453?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/116582259946844453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=116582259946844453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116582259946844453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116582259946844453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/12/yaa-ay-its-holiday-it-has-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-116326219280929112</id><published>2006-11-12T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T08:28:15.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIYO....MY HEELS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;After work, I went to Ikano just to pass my time while waiting for Jon to meet up with me.(It was suppose to be window shopping only). But I ended up spending about 4 hours walking while shopping at the same time. I just have to admit that I have a very low self-control. I guess I'm better in controlling my spending when I am with Jon. Sigh....After 4 hours of walking and shopped at the same time, I felt my whole body ached especially my heels. Yup, been walking around in my 3 inch shoes for *gasp..&lt;strong&gt;4 HOURS&lt;/strong&gt;, alone. Hah! Serve me right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/Heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/Heels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I shopped happily, ignoring my heels need attention too. :( Came back home, body and legs still aching. &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; the end result was really worth it even with the "aching". At least I have bought a few stuff for myself. - ( Me beaming with pride!)...Seriously, it was worth it for every cents that I spent plus the aching . Will worry about the bills later. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-116326219280929112?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/116326219280929112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=116326219280929112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116326219280929112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116326219280929112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/11/aiyo.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-116291181422197936</id><published>2006-11-07T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T08:27:12.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS HAPENING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There are 2 things that really bother me. One is the "weather" and the other one is "traffic". The weather here is practically strange. Either its really really hot or it can't stop raining like no tomorrow. And somehow that leads to traffic jam. Once it rains, "Malaysian" drivers tend to be overly cautious, I mean come on, do they need to drive at 20-30km/hr? Thats suicide! Imagine we "other" drivers got to trail behind them for like a few kilometres away. Thats why the traffic is horrendous! Yalar, understand that we need to be more careful when we are driving on slippery roads, but sometimes, there are incidences where they just drive super-slow even if it only drizzles. I just can't understand human behaviour. Thats the reason I did not take up anthropology, something which I couldn't figure it out myself. And oh ya, the funny part was like today, perfect example, it rained as usual, traffic was bad, cars were moving very slow and there was this guy in front of me driving typically slow so I overtook him. He was not happy after I did that. He was honking at me a few times(like I bothered) but what irritated me was he put his highlight to me. Hmmpp...hhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-116291181422197936?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/116291181422197936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=116291181422197936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116291181422197936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116291181422197936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-is-hapeningthere-are-2-things.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-116274107162109663</id><published>2006-11-05T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T06:34:49.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KIDS....ADORABLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Celebrated Daniel's birthday yesterday. He is one of my children in my cell (children church). His parents blessed all of us with lotsa food and they gave away nicely packed party pack for each of the children, including me. At first I was too shy to receive it, but hehe....at the end I took the party pack too. I felt like a young child again. Lovely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC01177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;The birthday boy (In red checkers shirt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC01178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;The "What Are Looking At" Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-116274107162109663?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/116274107162109663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=116274107162109663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116274107162109663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116274107162109663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/11/kids.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-116238865441725103</id><published>2006-11-01T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T05:51:10.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GASP....THANK GOD I'M ALIVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Had a very bad experience today. While I was driving back to my office, I needed to make a left turn but to my horror....*gasp......the brake was faulty. I could not brake so I just have to let go of my accelerator and hoping that the car can stop slowly, by its own. Never in my life I had earnestly prayed to God. Well, it did eventually, my car stopped but it was in the middle of LDP. Thank God I did not collide with the car in front of me. But it was a frightful incident. I got honked and honked by inconsiderate people. Lagi stress I tell you! Blood pumping very hard, heart beating so fast and both my palms and face were sweating. My mind went blank for a couple of seconds before I decided to do the the right thing - put on my hazard lights. I tried to start the car a few times before if finally moved. Managed to drive it all the way to the nearest workshop and got it fixed. I was really thankful that my life was spared and I was not speeding. If I have done the opposite, I could not ever imagine how worse can it be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-116238865441725103?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/116238865441725103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=116238865441725103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116238865441725103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116238865441725103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/11/gasp.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-116197304570763776</id><published>2006-10-27T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:43:44.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADUIH...PAINKILLERS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have ulcers everywhere in mouth...probably 6 of them....I just dunno how I got them in the first place. Probably heaty I guess. Not feeling quite well for the past few days, sore throat and etc....And it really hurts when I try to swallow my saliva....the pain was unbearable....Been drinking a lot of water, but it doesn't help that much. And this is just the beginning, I can't imagine the ulcers growing bigger each day...NOOO....OOOO....I probaby can't talk by then. Gosh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Going to "collapse" soon....its already late but just can't sleep, having trouble breathing (blocked nose)...sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And oh ya, spotted a frog hiding near the door just now. Jon spotted it. Phewww....sprayed it with lots of the "aerosol" thingee...Jon shooed it away....I can't bear looking at the green ugly looking creature.....Just hate them....The sight of it makes me go eooww...www.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-116197304570763776?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/116197304570763776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=116197304570763776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116197304570763776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116197304570763776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/10/aduih.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-116178543179620619</id><published>2006-10-25T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:25:22.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUR WEDDING PHOTOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/IMG_9167.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/IMG_9167.0.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since it was a long holiday break, I finally managed to upload some of my wedding photos. (the data CD given by Covershots were all in different file format, so gotta convert all of them...sigh.....took days to convert it, but thanks to Jon, he did all these without complaining...hehe). Don't ask me how to convert it, coz' seriously I do not know how altho' I graduated in IT, haha! But anyway, here are some of the wedding photos uploaded . Do take a peek at our wedding website(click at the link) due to this blog's space consraint. &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/35001451-116178543179620619?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/116178543179620619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=116178543179620619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116178543179620619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116178543179620619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-wedding-photos-since-it-was-long.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-116170174811417275</id><published>2006-10-24T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T08:22:00.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG.....THAT EXPENSIVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/babypram2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/200/babypram2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jon and I went out scouting for good bargains for a baby pram. NO...OOO, I'm not expecting! We want to bless this couple from our cell who are expecting a baby girl by probably middle of December. We were shocked to see that an average baby pram costs about RM600 - RM1000++. This much for a baby pram??? Even some "ceh kai" pram in term of its design costs about RM600++ (after discounted rate). We went practically every shops that sells baby prams. And each shop never failed to amaze us with the price offered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We even went to Parkson to check out the price. It was slightly better than any other shops but still the price was nearly RM500. We thought of just buy it but then again it did not look like it costs RM500. I mean, have you ever bought something so expensive but it doesn't have that "expensive" look? Like, would you buy a real LV bag which will definately burn a big hole in your pocket when the same "original-look-alike" LV bag can be found in Chow Kit Road? I dunno about you guys, but I wouldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After been walking like nearly an hour on my 2 1/2 inch shoes, I decided to give up when our last resort, was JUSCO. To our surprise, there were a few baby prams cost below RM400 and we bought one. The design was nice and it looks presentable than the other one we saw in Parkson or any other shops. We couldn't imagine any parents who would just fork out thousands of dollars just to buy a baby pram? We did came across a baby pram costs about nearly RM3500. Yup...&lt;strong&gt;ITS RM3500&lt;/strong&gt;!! Must be mad to buy it. But, all in all, it was a fruitful day. Got ourselves a decent-looking baby pram and the price was OK.(I might say that it was still a bit pricey though for a baby pram)...Haha....Well, all I can say is that it is no joke to raise a child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-116170174811417275?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/116170174811417275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=116170174811417275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116170174811417275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116170174811417275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-116143954197075194</id><published>2006-10-21T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T10:39:35.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CELEBRATING HUBBY'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC01056.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC01056.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Hubby, dearest Jon grew a year older on 19 Oct. He had been treated free "makans" for 3 days in a row and me as being his wife, I had a share of it as well. Cool eh!! On last Wednesday, went out with his parents to Outback Steak House in Bangsar Village and had a great time bonding with his family. Ever since he moved out from his parents' house to stay on his own, we hardly have time to sit down and talked. It was a fine dinner afterall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Next day, Jon took leave and spent time with our ex-Premarital Counsellors a.k.a our 3rd set of parents. Those who had attended my church wedding recently will know who they were. They were the ones who counselled us before we got married and got us married as well. Hubby had a great time skating, bowling etc. I was not with them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as I need to work. Awww....i miss those. Jon shared his first time skating experience on the Sunway skating rink which I couldn't help but laughing all the way. He fell down while skating and there was this guy who helped him getting up. But to my hubby's shocked look, he addressed my hubby as "Uncle, are you OK ar?". Haha! What a day to be reminded that he was getting older. After work, I joined them for dinner. Had another big "makan" at Tony Romas and the ribs were one of its kind, the best ribs we had tasted so far. Hmmm...yummy! Their made-from-scratch Onion Loafs was delicious was well. Thumbs-up for their shrimp scampi pasta too. Everything was perfect, from the decor, food and the waiter was very chatty as well. Jon got another disappointed look when the waiter congratulated him on his birthday and told him that he was much younger than him. Well, that was not a pleasant remark. But well, he was only 18(thats why!) but he looked much older for his age. Errr....Jon did not need anyone to remind him of his age again after the "Uncle" experience. Hah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Yesterday, we were treated for another free "makan" by our cell members. Celebrated for 2 other cell members' bdays as well. Went to New Paris Restaurant. Price was reasonable and the food was good. After the meals, the bday guy and gals were surpised with cupcakes replacing the traditional birthday cake. The pic(top left) represents the 3 cell members with each cupcake individually personalised. Jon got the "football" cupcake(Arsenal is his fav club) and the other 2 were "dress" cupcake (she's in fashion line) and the "prem" cupcake(shes expecting a child this December)And woah...hh....the taste is as good as they look. I had probably put on 2 extra kilos these past few days. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC01055.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC01055.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Lovely cupcakes, blue cupcakes for the guys and the pink cupcakes for the ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC01061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC01061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Hubby had one big bite of his "football" cupcake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC01081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC01081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Posing for the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-116143954197075194?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/116143954197075194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=116143954197075194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116143954197075194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116143954197075194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/10/celebrating-hubbys-birthday-hubby.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-116039713564016018</id><published>2006-10-09T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T08:23:40.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LITTLE BEN....Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC00988.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/400/DSC00988.2.jpg" width="816" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Continuation from my previous post, I could not upload all the photos, probably due to space constraint by Blogspot. But anyhow, here are some of the photos of little Ben! He is so cute, even his room is cuter! His parents decorated his room and it does reflects little Ben's personality, with pictures of him all over the room. I guess when both of the parents are graphics and fashion designers, the baby room tends to be DIFFERENT from other babies' rooms. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pic (Above) : Different poses of Little Ben make up as the placemats on the table. Cool huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/400/DSC00994.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Little Ben in real life-size photos pasted all over the room. (The photos look so real and the room looks so personalised...awww....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC00988.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-116039713564016018?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/116039713564016018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=116039713564016018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116039713564016018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116039713564016018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-ben.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-116015434661994017</id><published>2006-10-06T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T08:53:03.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LITTLE BEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Was at one of my cell member's house last night, celebrating her birthday which was quite long overdue. Went to the house and have a great time bonding and fellowship a.k.a "fei lo ship" Have a very "malaysianize" dinner. We brought a few packets of "belacan fried rice" - shrimp paste fried rice, mmm...mmm....yummy to share among 7 of us. Just a simple dinner, mainly just to visit my friend after so long. But we were blessed with more food by the birthday gal, remember the jingle "755 25 25" --- yup, its Pizza Hut! So, we stuffed ourselves with food and for dessert, we have Hersheys Cookies N' Cream....oooo...oooo, lovely! Being a chocoholics myself, anything "chocolatie", I'm in. I just LOVE chocolates but weird and strange, I don't enjoy eating chocolate ice-cream. Don't ask me why, I have problem identifying that as well. My taste bud just doesn't get along with chocolate ice cream. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Some photos that we took:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/400/DSC00979.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The Birthday Gal with hubby and little Benjamin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/400/DSC00980.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A mooncake to replace the traditional birthday cake. Something out of the ordinary in conjunction with the Mooncake Festival!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/400/DSC00983.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Look at those Coke collection! Her hubby collected these from all over the world and there's one given by Jon and myself from NZ just to add to his collection. Quite easy to spot it, the only black Coke tin! Go find it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-116015434661994017?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/116015434661994017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=116015434661994017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116015434661994017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/116015434661994017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-ben-was-at-one-of-my-cell.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-115997001824319938</id><published>2006-10-04T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T08:55:12.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARRG..HH..MY CAR CONKED AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Gosh...my car decided to "conk" again even after numerous "check-up" &amp; "treatment" given. (my car had been in and out from the workshop for more than 4 times)...Urrggh.....woke up yesterday morning and decided to drive to work myself. But my car won't start. So FRUSTRATED!! Then, I had no choice but to wake my hubby up from bed. He was sort of grouchy and irritated(can't blame him) but he still got up and managed to get me to work on time. Phew...ww....what a relief! Thought that he would take a long time to change into proper clothes. I mean seriously, I would not want him to be wearing his pyjamas to send me to office, rite? But I do pity him as well. He was not feeling that well the night before so really appreciated his sacrifices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I really do not know what is happening to my car. It "behaves" well each time I bring my car back from the workshop. But give it let say, 3 days later, my car just does not want to start. Hmmphh....its really getting on my nerve. Thankfully, my dad is gracious enough to lend his car to me for these few days. It really helps a lot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My car is only 3 years old and this happen. My hubby, Jon commented earlier that I was not taking really good care of my car. I mean come on, do I look like like a person who is obsess about my car and will send it to the workshop each time i pass the mileage of 5000km? As long as it is still moving, nothing much to worry about which errr....of coz lead to this complications to my car in the long run la! *sigh...shrugged my shoulder-regretting on my "don't care attitude" Oh well...probably I'm just plain LAZY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hopefully, my car will not give me any more problems after this service. Ironically, I'm still servicing my car loan but I can't drive my car. Hah!! Contemplating of changing my car though but don't think its a good idea to buy now coz' there were rumours saying that car price will go down by next year. But then again, I don't think its wise to change car coz it involves more money and I have to start servicing the loan all over again. Naa---ahh, hopefully my car will be in good condition after the service and I can't wait to finish paying up my car loan in 2 more years. Yoo...hooo, by then, I'll be debt-free, I'm going to be rich!' *wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-115997001824319938?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/115997001824319938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=115997001824319938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115997001824319938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115997001824319938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/10/arrg.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-115980489819493869</id><published>2006-10-02T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T09:03:00.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE GOES MY FREEDOM....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Today is my first day at work after 3 months "brekkie" after my wedding. Finds it very hard to wake up this morning and worst part was I need to report myself in KL since my new branch has yet to be officially open in Kota Damansara. Was caught up with terrible jam, thank God my hubby sent me to work today so managed to get some sleep in the car...hehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But I kinda miss my long break after the wedding. I can wake up anytime I like, cook whatever I feel like eating and go out whenever I feel like it. But now, not anymore. I have to wake up at about 7:45am every morning and face the biggest challenge every morning - THE JAM! It was still alrite for me coz my house is quite near to my workplace but still, driving out early in the morning is a NIGHTMARE for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;When I was helping my hubby in his business for the first 2 mths during my long break, it was pretty OK except that I did not really have much things to do, pretty much complained about it all day long and then I decided to take a month break after that and just stay at home and reflecting on what I want to do next. Well back then, I was really dissatisifed and bored and my phone bills was rocketing high coz' I had been making calls to friends quite frequently to release my boredom until there were times, when some of them did not pick up my calls. I wonder why??hehe....I guess they were just busy and not running away from me by ignoring my calls. After getting back to work today, how I wish I can just stay at home and do what I want. Oh gosh, I'm a pretty confused person, I'm pretty much can't decide what I want to do. I just need my FREEDOM back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Oh well, I just have to continue working and see how it goes from there. Now, I'm so looking forward to every weekends so that I'm practically can do what I want ie: wake up at noon..haha!. "sigh.....what to do, need to save $$ to go shopping.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-115980489819493869?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/115980489819493869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=115980489819493869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115980489819493869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115980489819493869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-goes-my-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-115962186860674409</id><published>2006-09-30T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T10:11:04.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.H.E CARNIVAL IS BACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC00954.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="128" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/200/DSC00954.0.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC00963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/200/DSC00963.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC00964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="137" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/200/DSC00964.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC00962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/200/DSC00962.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some snapshots before he got dunked. The guy in the picture, believe it not, is the Youth Pastor, he's quite a happening guy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;What carnival? T.H.E = &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;errific, &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;appening, &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xciting Carnival organised by my church, Damansara Utama Methodist Church is carried out annually. Its more of blessing the community around our church and most importantly is for all of us(irregardless whether you are OLD or YOUNG) to have FUN, to fill up our tummies with varieties of food and MORE food. But this year, it is more meaningful as this will be the last year for me to go to T.H.E carnival back here in Tmn Sea (our present church premise is formerly the old Ruby Cinema). *Gasp*...Why? No....No, I'm not going anywhere but my church will be moving to a new place in Section 13, PJ. For those who know PJ very well, my church will be relocated to the vacant SINGER premises in Section 13, probably middle of next year. Am oh boy, I'm so excited about it. So, this year carnival is also in a way to bid goodbye to the community here after so many years. Sayonara Folks, gonna miss u lots! I'm for sure, I'm definately gonna miss my "teh si peng"-tea with evaporated milk opposite my church. Its my favourite and the best I had tasted so far. The aroma and the taste is incomparable from any other "teh si peng" in Klang Valley and that makes me come back again and again....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Ok..Ok, enough of my "teh si peng", back to T.H.E carnival. This year theme is "Malaysiaku, Warisanku" - or in plain English, "Malaysia Our Heritage". So all the stalls which were set up earlier have their own theme in accordance to the states in Malaysia. Here, you can play lotsa "kampung-styled" games like guli-guli, gasing, wau and much more. I was not brought up in the era of these popular traditional games(which means I'm still young??...hehehe) but hey, it was fun! What a day to spend my Saturday with games, food and food. (Did I just mention Food TWICE??). Here are some of the photos I took today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC00946.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC00946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Ever-smiley kiddy clown.......her face was painted by me! Hehe...not bad huh for an amateur like me! Its fun painting other people faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC00950.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC00950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;The "children face destructors" with their models!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC00957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC00957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I was helping out in the Face-Painting Booth or should I say, Hand-Painting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC00955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC00955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Looks like so much fun sliding from up there. Too bad its only for kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-115962186860674409?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/115962186860674409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=115962186860674409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115962186860674409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115962186860674409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/09/t.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-115950936254934951</id><published>2006-09-28T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:45:54.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WET MARKET, ANYONE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/wet%20market.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/400/wet%20market.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/wet%20market2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="91" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/400/wet%20market2.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/wet%20market3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="90" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/400/wet%20market3.0.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/wet%20market4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="91" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/400/wet%20market4.0.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;This morning, I had a bonding session with my dad. And of all places, we bonded at the MARKET! Not just any market, it was the WET MARKET. Went out breakfast with him(My pork noodle was horrible, it was tasteless) and then off we were to the market. He had a list of things to buy. Mom gave the long list to him. Mom was not able to tag along coz my mom had to babysit my two nieces back at home. It was a surprise to me as Dad knew his way very well in the market, where to go, where to get the cheapest price for anything that he wanted to buy. I was impressed. I mean naturally, guys usually take what they want and just pay. Price negotiation was not their priority list, they just need to accomplish the mission assigned to them - get the things they/we wanted, pay and just GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Experiencing for the first time in the wet market, I can't bear the smell and the people crowding the place! It was like a war out there. Everyone shouting, bargaining and some stall owners even did promotion for their food/products they are selling. And then, a thought came to me. Will I be ready for all these? Being a housewife and etc...NO..OOO! Not now, I'm still not ready for these. Its unbearable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Well, I do some grocery shopping but it has to be in air-cond places. I mean, its more convenient to do so, I walk and look at the products at my leisure pace and oh yes, I knew I can't bargain the prices, but look at me, do I look like I'm ready for a long negotiation/bargaining for let say half a chicken or a bundle of "siew bak choy"? Seriously NOT! And I don't usually buy groceries alone and it has to be in the mall so my hubby can tag along as well, usually we do it in the weekends when he's free. Why? So he ends up paying for it. I'm not manipulating him but just giving him the privilege to bless me..Haha! The beauty of being a wife. So extra money for me to go shopping!Woo...hoo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-115950936254934951?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/115950936254934951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=115950936254934951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115950936254934951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115950936254934951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/09/wet-market-anyone-this-morning-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-115943071662544994</id><published>2006-09-28T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T11:59:47.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO NAG OR NOT TO NAG?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Being a wife has turned me into a big nagger. Living with someone else means I have to tolerate with him a lot. But sometimes, I just can't close one eye and pretend everything is OK. So, here is when nagging starts. I just can't help it. Probably, we women need men who listen to what we are saying and don't just pretend to listen. Strangely, I know when Jon is not listening eg: he did not do what I had communicated to him earlier even after he had nodded his head(giving me assurance that he heard me) and sometimes ingnoring me completely, turning into deaf hears and there is where I'll start to nag and I'm pretty sure he doesn't like it. But who likes to nag? Oh well, thats parts and parcel of my marriage life to you. But take the nagging away, living with someone else also means that we are learning and knowing more about each other - it can be sometimes unpredictable on what he does eg: how he likes his clothes to be folded, how he squezzes his toothpaste(it can be irritating sometimes knowing that I prefer to squeze it from the bottom and he prefers to start from the top), where he put his "stinky" socks after he comes back from work, he releases stress by playing the PS2 while ignoring me....Urgghhh.....those little little things makes me nag like an old woman and drives me crazy and I feel irritated too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But then again, there was one time where he thought of a good defence statement about my constant nagging. He defended himself on why do I need to nag about him every little things that he does. He did point out areas which I did in his opinion irked him as well but being a gentleman as he put it nicely, he doesn't think it is neccessary to point it out and letting me know my weaknesses. Just gotta live with it and TOLERATE! You can't change a person overnight. Its a learning and adapting process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I was silence for a while when he expressed his thoughts about me being naggy and I can't help but to ponder.What he said, was quite true. Why do I need to nag? Maybe its because I care about him? Or maybe I'm trying to change him into somebody else? So, yeah he's right. Two of us have been brought up in two different ways, two different person altogether. Marriage is not about trying to change the other person but more to learning how to be understanding, adapting and tolerate with each other. It will not be easy but both parties have to try. I still remember a sermon by Pr.Daniel the other day, marriage can only works when 2 people have the same Master, Mission and only we can be a perfect Mate for each other. So, to nag or not to nag? I guess I know the answer, but oh well.... maybe I'll start to nag less then!&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/35001451-115943071662544994?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/115943071662544994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=115943071662544994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115943071662544994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115943071662544994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-nag-or-not-to-nagbeing-wife-has.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-115933628911018620</id><published>2006-09-26T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:03:58.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUNG AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I went out with 2 teenagers yesterday for dinner together with Jon. We brought them out for dinner to appreciate them coz they gave a beautiful presentation of their ballet performance at our wedding.It was fun going out with them coz they made us felt young again. I mean seriously! I can't help but reflecting back my younger days back in college time where I had such a great time. My friends and I did some crazy stuff during our college days but then again who can blame us. We were young and active. I still remembered there was one time when all of us were in the house, revising for our upcoming exam papers and suddenly, no electricity in the house. (We were staying off-campus that time). And one of my housemate suggested to go to KLIA and spent time there since there was nothing much to do in the house apart from bitten from mosquitoes. One thing led to another, we end up dressing up to go to KLIA to take some great photos there. We were posing everywhere and t think about it now, it was quite embarassing. A bunch of girls(7 of us) in a Kancil, dressing up, posing in KLIA, seriously, it was crazy. Girls out there, if you happen to read this, you know who you are! But then again, it was fun being with you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Comparing now and back then, growing up from a teenager to being someone's wife, its different. I may not been doing all those crazy stuff again but its different kind of enjoyment. Now, I prefer a simple holiday getaway with Jon and once in a while we hang out with friends playing futsal, going out for "makans" with friends, childrens' church and sometimes going out with girl friends catching up with them. But it was not that easy anymore coz everyone has his/her own life now and with a busy schedule, its very hard to get everyone to agree on a date so everyone can just come out and meet up. Well, I guess, we all are going through different path of lives and knowing that some of us still keep in touch, its great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/collegemates2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Celebrating one of my housemate's birthday and we were posing in my room (shared with 2 other housemates)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/Pg.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/Pg.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And as usual, we were posing AGAIN! We were quite vain when we were younger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/Friends7.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/Friends7.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Posing in the middle of the road in Putrajaya. Call us crazy for risking our lives. But that time, Putrajaya was not officially opened yet so practically no cars on the road. But then again, we should not take the chances! Oh well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/Friends7.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-115933628911018620?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/115933628911018620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=115933628911018620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115933628911018620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115933628911018620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/09/young-again-i-went-out-with-2.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-115926020451483402</id><published>2006-09-26T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:03:07.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO HAVE AND TO HOLD?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Few weeks after my wedding, I attended my cousin's wedding for the first time as a wedded couple. Somehow, I was really excited to witness my cousin's blessed union. I guess once you are married, the wedding vows seem more meaningful coz' I knew I was there saying my vows to Jonathan as well and vice versa. Her wedding was beautiful with her hubby rendering a self-composed song to her and I could see her in tears. The part which I really enjoyed the most was the parents apprecation. I still remembered the time I appreciated my parents and I was practically in tears. It was embarassing to cry in front of over 200 people who attended my wedding but I guess if they are good parents, no matter how old am I, I will still be touched by their great parenting all this time. Love you ma &amp; pa! Here are some of the pictures I took at my cousin's wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC00892.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;My radiant looking cousin. My mom was so happy for her too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC00891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Even my little nephew want to get to know the bride and congratulate her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC00886.0.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Lovely cuddly bears on the bridal car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC00882.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Can't resist to carry my adorable nephew but oh boy, he is heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35001451-115926020451483402?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/115926020451483402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=115926020451483402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115926020451483402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115926020451483402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-have-and-to-hold-few-weeks-after-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001451.post-115920521163354768</id><published>2006-09-25T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T06:47:19.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/DSC00052.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/320/DSC00052.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;After much procrastination from my part, I finally managed to upload our honeymoon pictures and sharing some of our e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;xperiences here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Our honeymoon was filled with lots of drama, stress and little that we know, we are both camera fanatics. We were off to NZ for our much anticipated honeymoon on 29 July 2006. Our first drama was when we were in KLIA. We reached there the earliest but somehow we were the last one to check in. Somehow, Jonathan had a terrible stomachache at the very last minute and he just had to GO. And after the quick hassling and tugging along our bags, we did manage to get onto the plane. Phew...what a relief! We stopped in Singapore for at least 2 hours waiting to transit. So, we decided to save some money by not having our dinner in Spore airport coz' we knew Air New Zealand will provide us dinner on the plane. Trying very hard not to get hungry, but at the end our tummies just gave in. We went to have a light meal in Subway and we shared a sandwich. But our tummies just didn't agree with the light meal and we end up in Burger King for another meal. So, by the time we were on the plane and dinner was served, we were quite full and we did not finished our meals. It was quite a waste coz the food was quite alrite and we did enjoy it. Oh well...what a waste. I was sitting in between of Jon and another "ang mo". Too bad he was old but then again, Jon would not had approved of me sitting beside a hunk in the first plae. Hah!! The old man was quite nice and he hardly touched his food. In my mind, I was like, "Aren't u goin' to eat that??" Oh well, I guess he was sick of plane food or just being picky. After a long tiring flight, we landed on NZ. We thought our tiredness will be gone once we stepped out of the plane. But we were WRONG! The next stressing drama unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were interrogated by the NZ custom officers and we were treated just like criminals. I was seperated from my Jonathan and we were both asked a couple of personal questions, like "Are we married? Wheres the marriage certificate?". I was like huh?? Marriage cert on our honeymoon trip?? Come on...Give us a break. Both of our session lasted about nearly 2 hours and that what I called a waste of time. Out bags were opened and all our personal stuff were taken out for public viewing. That was embarassing coz all our "honeymoon" personal stuff were publicly ransacked and taken out from the bag. Our bags were then taken for drug test and to be sniffed by a dog...What an experience...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At then end, we found out that 5 people from our tour group were deported back to Malaysia coz they did not have any return tickets. Well, after our constant queries to our tour guide, only we found out that those people travelled all the way to NZ to work and did not plan to go back with us at the end of the trip. We were mad initially coz we were among the "suspect lists" as we were on the same tour as them and then that explained the long interrogation we had earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first overseas trip with Jon and this happened. I guess when people do ask me next time whether I remember my honeymoon trip, I bet I would! Woa....I mean seriously, this is what I called an experience of a lifetime, altho' a bitter one during interrogation but overall, I enjoyed the trip very much and I had so much fun with Jon. We ended up with so many pictures and we were clicking the camera all the way. I guess that is the beauty of having digital camera, we can take as many pictures as we want and delete those that we do not want later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So do take a peek of our honeymoon pictures ya'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/35001451-115920521163354768?l=jonandpeisien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/feeds/115920521163354768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35001451&amp;postID=115920521163354768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115920521163354768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35001451/posts/default/115920521163354768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonandpeisien.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13810437444901558613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/3885/1600/ChurchAnniversary2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
