tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20377186701166838882024-03-06T04:05:13.057+08:00Steps to Crystal PrincessSteps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-83781666313782312392013-04-24T13:22:00.003+08:002013-04-24T14:02:52.560+08:00If ever come to the end of our relationship<i>If everything needs to come to an end....
I want :
* the last smile
* the last laugh
* the last sweet words
* the last hug
* the last kiss
* the best memories of our time together.
Last but not least
* a place in ur humble heart so that u can remember me forever.
For the moment, u will always be in my mind, my thought, n in my heart.</i>
Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-82139284243344483132012-10-16T06:30:00.001+08:002013-04-22T06:38:12.402+08:00Missing that SomeoneOn the day when we met, we were strangers. <br />As time goesby, we start to know each other. <br />I felt comfortable whenever I see you around. <br />I didn' t realised when I don't see you, I started to miss you. <br />I thought it was only me with my feelings.<br />But as time goesby, we sense that we were both on the same track. <br />Time brought us closer. <br />Till then I will always miss you. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-6169572711028731372012-08-02T10:35:00.001+08:002012-08-02T10:35:46.828+08:00Drama SceneYesterday after changing the kids pajamas, I was on my way to put the dirty cloths in the dry pail. Not even 10 steps, I heard Eugene crying. Ok, Elise pushed him down. So I went to get him up, to my horror I saw blood on the floor which makes me panic. I then turn Eugene up n saw that his face was full with blood. I started to tremble n quickly wipe of the blood with dame hankie n saw 2 scars on his forehead. A deep which can see his flesh. Damn it, happened when daddy is not around. Quickly called daddy n he rushed home. Another scene daddy did, after looking at the scar he went to get cloth to wipe the floor. Aiyoh, daddy which is more important? Ding dong ding dong, we reached to the clinic which Eugene got the priority 1st. After examining on the injury, the doctor mentioned no stitches needed but need to glue the skin back. What a relieve. Credit to Eugene for being so calm n obedient as he was lying there letting the doctor n nurse playing with his forehead. Another sad thing was Elise not feeling guilty at all. Ish!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5771898927362126578'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbIH1EEet-2Ln26-9yjO3tEpBxoEi8FY9ogw8TxqnfWj-Z4INWCHktYxfTOKCettDGzh7mzmGbJ71mt7_x5pGUV1nzo44kRsQVPsXTO5bA9-u86qYZ8mjryA8q5ZjXZDqlw8u1-HRKRJe7/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Annie's%20Little%20Nest&z=10'>Annie's Little Nest</a></p>Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-31121731496515229212012-06-10T07:25:00.001+08:002012-06-10T07:25:46.443+08:00Blog UpdateWhoa wee... Just notice that it has been sometime since my last update. Should get some ME time to update from time to time. At this mean time, junior 3 (Eugene) is down with fever, cough and now added running nose. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5752182446269604850'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnn7Wc41Cec03D8jZ5BzvcuGSrptxgW9LmF_8v8s_DESDKWGkRVKoTsrUUl7a25Byn4rYMQfO6hvTWMU7pp3l15BJ016pJp9g-jgebkG4fLlQLhP_JeZH_7VQPtXh2ABeAW1Quk6ey97Lw/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Just hope that my little mash mellow will get well soon. Speedy recovery dear son. <br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-83489320034347290542012-01-29T07:49:00.001+08:002012-01-29T07:49:55.310+08:00The moment of DEATHThis was the worst CNY for me. Still trauma until now. Blame it to hubby for his carelessness. This was wat happened. <br /><br />We just came home from a friend visit. Someone's car parked at our house making us parking our car not in a proper way. When we entered the house, that car made a move. Ian followed me to the kitchen, Eugene was also behind me. Elise was sleeping on the living room floor. Then I suddenly hear gate being opened n I assume my hubby is going to moved the car n parked properly. I was looking in the living room n couldn't spot Eugene. I was shouting away asking hubby notto drive the car, he did not hear me and reverse. At that moment I heard cries. When I rushed out I saw Eugene underneath the car. I was screaming like hell asking hubby to drive front. When I picked up Eugene, I was oredi like half dead trembling all over. Another second I saw that all my neighbor was surrounding us. Ok, that means I shouted real loud. <br /><br />Till now I still hate my hubby for not locking the gate after him. I know he doesn't want this to happen but it happened also because of his carelessness. So I'm not guilty for hating him. <br /><br />I'm having a bad bad trauma now. The scene of Eugene underneath the car keep on playing in my mind. <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Lorong%20Laksamana%2020e,Klang,Malaysia%403.002073%2C101.482375&z=10'>Lorong Laksamana 20e,Klang,Malaysia</a></p>Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-68820348019142483222012-01-04T23:54:00.001+08:002012-01-04T23:54:34.040+08:00DIY Training Pants.Eugene is reluctant to wear cloth diapers nowadays. Might be following the elder brother and sister step on early potty train. Since my mil complained on Eugene wetting some place when she is not fast enuf to get him to the toilet, so I thought of sewing my own training pants. This is how it looks like. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5693805673830198178'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFr4MbqHRHe2qB32Yvi8MJxZDFCsGGMdsktfDuUzDdoD1sl2oZInkuBZ8eoQZtoqpRX1X9ucDzTCODKIiR3B8Y16cneO_A0vI-altyk8ig3O3hQEwOHR1qGV-t2dq_IBzuaoNN3Q4y7r43/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5693805744353457762'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwBcYlv-OOecL9KhENikprlYIa9ayiyrOC_A2vaz2TryCPS633HqG-_BuXptjBsKqElk9lP_K5Vye8uWthomajzdbgAc2-lTCMtvWRvoxR7dae_pVw5t5iodw_IBN-Kdqy1Bar4jKwKQD/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Tested on Eugene, it look a little too big on him. I need to make it a little smaller so that it will fit him perfectly.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5693805800173331826'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUhUJB7nfSYNf-7d_C5TCrUSqbltb0MBGUYmgH8HjeMWiN1e6GPnm3y6S-c6YjHpXGISDbAaSRBUVNmc-FtaSQaePFWZy7rpnEgvVVdiHSVlbR4WDthKojPF1K0bOvY-vJ2jPwnQ0StzD/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-30942539936151158042011-10-07T22:10:00.001+08:002011-10-07T22:10:37.604+08:00Ian's school trip to Sg Besi Airport, chocolate factory n Zoo NegaraIan's school this year's school trip was to Sg Besi Airport, Chocolate factory and Zoo Negara. This time round I brought Elise along. My sister's kids were also in the same kindie which means I need to oversee more kids. The kids of coz enjoy their trip but I was death tired from the trip with shoulder n body ache. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5660752226996907986'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsYKKDF0iU1dCkXf-lpglKZc7UrK5N2zur7QmjoHOeedvCgvofx-78CfITkgSjENR1YG2ybReS5K0a0t280huFA35UbzBU3lFw2496sbdDAX2QQPkmP29KplM0K5MO3EdhIrcEHu8ukYP/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='200' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5660752329657317570'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-y-nFk0z48atcrCdeLkmeloBqX0Jx1KscczPiiBli6BM-OEGmH10h3t-ek1GpMTMNN-wyRzy9_QNVMu_y_gCa2HhJ3rqU_ABZC9zp3NGR2NTI8SNYz_LuEAM2LSWx4_a0AfSzMyPh3Tl/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5660752375133883826'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQfVThBg4yMl_5aohGe-cYEK8YGuctSEAzLmaVLKp1ZB-fzhw8UW_cPBj5_9P3LyesrphJ2m7eTD4DC0i-sAqhzgHQ8X8Uo4DyeIeZWTJaXX-_Y0c__QEvzsyj06oZmQ8vhNmVMZZt0Bys/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5660752441551902898'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGjlYQKx9dITv9NaOLtl4LiufL6kjtcwxAOIx7jbAeLExnE3swS9rgxrpuFOtBqs0XpzAM3Bn1RISGbmctfvhIHH-3xXLPmrVbzx7e5AxoubeA1axJnXtjNKBtz3P4qKnZGzGYHLXJX8FW/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-51562633679329080562011-09-27T20:58:00.001+08:002011-09-27T20:58:24.608+08:00A touching story that makes me tears.This is not my 1st time reading this but I still cry when I read it again. <br /><br />When i saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back, the boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'' The little boy turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' She replied, ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this, 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!'' OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said, 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine, and in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: (1) Copy & Paste this on your wall (2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.<br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-86426312637569102912011-09-24T23:05:00.001+08:002011-09-24T23:05:57.797+08:00Mini OS Twinkle Crystal Cloth DiapersI just launched the new mini os size twinkle crystal cloth diapers. The diapers can be worn from newborn to 8kg. <br /><br />The cloth diaper look like the photos below.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5655942287583828050'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYT50vJNsuDOFwa1HE8wyy_JHYdmQPQ9yjkOK5a-9FLO_WsK8Y3aJLGmCl8SkJLT5C8mgqx2LP3MW81hDJFsjcOtwYhvicw471Xkg8125178AwrgO7qOxrHeO8krOhWC8PvedYvT8Xnikf/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='248' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5655942398208394306'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZFIQQ8jpPUNd1TWI5DC7fdbDEQcuE5qGCBWEGP25liRpkC9XIw7oGKT9qTVGwNevNWTG5Weav7i_SykN7qth2EFzVjQvkdK-rFyQvzMXOUthXXOfAI9C8_aHBG7L2yDy12q7esd5PoeyT/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='259' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5655942492319812546'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAxw1dsEy8i0l4Cn60ocEznFStQ7w-WGXiOItEybO9bM3X5An8VPytmkdHeEz7NaIdOgRcmqENIjiwiNrR3Vkioke4ECmfd64adw2hA9qmuEcRYPdBKBtuOMUDvTkF9tfT-NXHXd46c8T0/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='270' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5655942593354239602'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgEEsKGe2pLcGFOoLF-8trz2pTNJ-nyEoyYoHA-BvkhDGL4qww5-fRBodcRJMWs-3uRMpkam7GiiUcsKQV8KwAf-XIyP1nOuDthsiV3dOv5q9Fbu-Ezeed6WecswnNptkNqyVBMLV0kM3U/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='258' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-72771224617604404632011-09-07T08:50:00.001+08:002011-09-07T08:50:03.130+08:00Cloth Pad for my mummyWas so tired yesterday but I managed to do 3 cloth pads for my mum. She has oredi menopause but she got hemorrhoids and it irritates her when there is liquid from there. So, this will be good for her to feel more comfortable as she need not worry on wetting her pants or skirt. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5649413558465980402'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCn0ZRch2eHC2ov3VSDVEQobG5otksAMoP9tEqTGqYMdgOajwHqrHqf7QHvyVdNqt09aqhSy_e64GXuvg15bXWlT0PtLIn7VrZoTB1pqRzJTkdmZXigTpAPyJtzYvhKJNWfVUK8AbD0W79/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='264' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-77497583225810647402011-09-02T08:57:00.001+08:002011-09-02T09:00:07.981+08:00Trip to MalaccaOn the Merdeka 2011, we went to Malacca for a getaway trip. It's a 1 day trip. Din expect for the place to be so crowded. Majority was Chinese. The Malays are celebrating raya at ppl's house I guess. Wanted to have the famous chicken ball rice but it's packed with ppl. All were queuing outside for their turn. Ian couldn't stand the heat so I suggested to have our lunch in shopping mall. After lunch we headed to Crocodile Farm. Jokingly I told Ian that I will not bring him n Elise home. They will be the meal for the crocodile. Both were shouting for mercy. Haha.... Overall, the trip was fun n the kids really enjoying it. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5647560630351318690'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq36vUirbV185sXJui8SXHAQpRwYdt5Xy7xK9sPl8uu8-OYp3qLu4nMN-ZSw_91XwjolokvhyphenhyphenOB3RWnueu78gkTzv3b48Sp4qLvwt46rvGw4bSnY8cDBOlHtJ5351gm2Mz4SbHvjK-CaPI/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-87070493436998425532011-08-21T20:36:00.001+08:002011-08-21T20:36:09.833+08:00BazaarSo far I've involve in 4 bazaar oredi. Each time the feeling got more different n more exciting. The worst bazaar I ever attended was at Mont Kiara with 0 sales and I wasn't the only one with no sales. The organizer did not turn up as well. <br /> <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5643287016554225074'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSzROeK14BFYtDz9J9QWlvKP-CwhL_B0gQ30T5nroB4sx6I-FjPAkAsGtEzcCCH_fIo8YK6JZQrZk1cc_UuoXCRmnKtnCos2SiL4wyHug2B8kqwgyf-vVUyBDdDRig4FbJgUW9Claw5EQI/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5643287066617818594'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcwelDeWeBtRf13QyU0LBKn61pIkll4FCSl2X27dieuXnFemagzij2NRFIMwyj82z9I1In-9NoJhPtUiEJ1YS4m-qhdKbLRzEtZtNC6yWL5TGMzULbEnnPdGXYMqbczFmwNUmBCEP18I0T/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5643287099445686722'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUkSY97BpUSc3WuxlbrrQAPa7tb_fWKIpEbLdIlqtAmknelthHB_b4TymiYrDim_BfiYG0XnXHr5tuvyBRlgsEKUfQ23EFh_iqna6-Yvf-dvBXl4c-S2iUg2Mc_V6IGXv-KGhqlOBeGbkb/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='91' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-31734295040469306482011-08-14T22:24:00.001+08:002011-08-14T22:24:15.794+08:00Home made clothToday in the morning before outing I managed to do a little skirt for Elise. Some error occured. For the next skirt will not repeat the same error. <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5640717357084123202'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIAPh1G4bfBpglxrR8WCU-xeOFoDwRDeZ5ieFDlfexlNnpwQd_A9FzyfR1os6qNTJlSSjyNRuMMXqvUfLfFWestQzXia_bqPVganzl1llYKbKPdaF5wPrz4SQ6EnNuVfaiKL6sNnohIigv/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-7909774340924704702011-08-14T21:57:00.001+08:002011-08-14T22:16:25.721+08:00Trip to Pulau Ketam for LunchYesterday was mummy's birthday. We celebrated it today at Pulau Ketam to have seafood lunch. This is the 1st trip for the kids to P. Ketam. 1st time for Elise and Eugene to take 'boat'. We sense that Elise has travel sickness by 'boat' as she stay quiet n sleep throughout the whole through and fro journey. Whereas, Ian and Eugene enjoyed. The kids had the most fun there and thank god weather was not hot today. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5640714768510240546'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ld5KhR0FsXpEl7-pR1t95x2hyphenhyphen-rWQgB7Nd3Nw4CgtBhwAOJyaiScVQZ4DyAZ6OqAgi9sCfUc_MLMx90GHoMiF6SAl4nB9n_IcO7sAhTnY5i7sF22IMCLkDE3AhnIHGay5We-5TDqf56F/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='185' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5640714824678158466'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdk6T8leuIy8wdCWFluKSUJks46oO9R9HpsUhuUcXEZGgkSiIEKAPgCuB9of6d9Zn8MoNou0brw4Svfe2MmRSrCTIssAMu03Wyj2wdo4-9Qw_GU0FlUgSXGUJz4LAJZog0aZiOnBRqrXEl/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5640714867225039298'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOaQWTG2DOo-S7mPCwmrbouYIOLSIcNRKRKviGc-8Xl7N6ZInoX7htmd4UgqgTMHNWo9IlPCGyL8vkXH4SJZAVh5TLJpu3FoM61OVMXy1ehNLzJZfn3etbOOlDbK6JM7mXtf3oa-7nQIa/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='181' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5640714970893269234'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQp6dh8CSOYINChfwOgpX8mXwm6gh_X9u8vcobp6Y4rKuu_ll5Fdrqti8-qjIOTa3o1wlCWUOrsJDrNhd1tnhfce-1h9BE6RIFJCHQ7d-yjdH_XGyNFLb5w8Mz3z9MLtnMHgI2l91cJTsJ/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-82127874522112624862011-08-10T07:35:00.001+08:002011-08-11T14:15:48.884+08:00Home Made BentoThe bento season? Just remembered that I have 2 Free Bento from my last trip to Hong Kong Disneyland and that was like more than 5 years ago. So it's time for me to do home made food for the kids. Well Ian will eat every little bits but Elise will be playing more than eating and thereafter, Eugene will wolap her foods.<br /><br />Bentos I've made so far. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5639003990897195666'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUzHqG0LZbxhIqyzE17de5KuEwI-rI-eXBL3STuuP9zpvp_UrdLRzBfPHRNYzeSSlN377z5r6aqqF431E5VUfPo-S5BuzoekVS5cZZtvywfCav5A1YTjN0n44fQVO0NncSvq2uWS3ozwP/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='195' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5639004049602265954'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIZ_Jr-zMk3K03fWw94VZ6v-6oNbldvMVj3vPUPM1U-yPefKuBgH228m99s6h0YU94rqopkBb73XJ6SYAIiv3AzT0qEM6oap2pkE4YVYJsGR_EiZ17QMFUHyKcy3EaEO5-iaVHcuQZDT5/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='243' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115857590376872795426/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5639004090943836098'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTUOX-Wn7Ywnb9J37n7rZcOrlykX9GUPdpNMYtCr_H-dnAuS7P2GQzMMP2xBI9SFh384exSnDeA17mapzdUaL2uRHEiEI6nVej5FAtWCTvlKJq8QsXS53v9goWV2286c_g_7r9LydfVsrZ/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-85758326902599877982011-07-02T23:41:00.001+08:002011-07-02T23:41:19.458+08:00FunfairWe went to the funfair at Bukit Tinggi yesterday and today. It was a short one yesterday due to I were in a rush. Ian was not satisfied so I promised him to go again the next day. Luckily he was well behaved. So as promised we went there again today. The kids of coz enjoying their rides n our pocket pulak became thinner. I did not ride in since Eugene also need to pay as it's not worth. Some photos of them enjoying themselves. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5624780416802038290'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPeW0u-yrjmG9abBxFBLV-UXFl6St8tUWTBUapzko8aHaskH0BWeR3rvsnXJ8j47rBSg2Yst_nEh34lq6Mgn6ZKTZRPA9sHV2N7-yOq1GrcZRU47J98cKHM8fYmvCrvS676Fmb_XveMC_/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5624780453424491026'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSven-9Hx2j3b_t2qefgAalzjfxu4xAnrQ2S9jMefK65EuI40WR-M-Ve581Dn1a56dzvmOPRa206AjxUxqNQ1ALCwfkhHUXIGG8m8dLlLPqZmqVywJ3iQL-aFA33UbnSVrTyiuyZ46Yem/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5624780507370519154'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEipJKR7LuPdeotlWb3vMOQimTsY9G4gqpDVBqvcq4QW6FNLGPiIWheRXI9NetXFcCr0_VlTLsDaVlzXAl3_AJgQJ-QiPiMhAytKp0ab1MVEBP0kwY92mR1o7mN6aZzF5nJcpXOm32MGeA/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5624780554420935138'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEBPykss4MB6frx4FOq8QrKstTVJdFNtrXDbCbdkJkfxTQ0tHsLZE8MgiJClbnbXZGGC5G7-Wl-EkgdDLBrkVYFcgGshsZeWtrRP6JTL2BQRCDeWnj30PxRfrALL_6WAmBi71Rpc1XFFo/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-30244677266616744742011-06-30T22:32:00.001+08:002011-07-27T14:37:21.653+08:00NB DiapersAm just loving the NB diapers I'm doing. It's for sale. Pls refer to my fb for more info or you can contact me at crystallprincess@gmail.com<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5624020460006112242'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZbQv9SaS3NqQOvcESRIhALXg0RTqM0IZs8g3Eo8jOD_nSRdn4Brlz-Z15vIjvsBcRBLDexMjLymBwENV7Ie2e-FDEvXjbwApKz9jn55_EOv_d6dkNd0H7Jubzp1uSnm96O8qqfoii980/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5624020511144743586'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimphoErR4ntstWlhs2ebYl_XscVUC-J4bOx_NCjhm-SpI2-I_1Y3x_FLCX094mvT3q2xsi3eCqpIeD2k0d-bvROFu5a2dNVjXdwAjndQPfO0qAtFh-VcYAwwbKkxaDpFtuhv6FzzW7NPUK/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5624020560246506370'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGbU2MH-0dgeh2DUn9qz8pqOiE6xhPSFsoZkge36YrEc5IgsXon5_-3dGx6iQX3bx7MK0si7jrGF-vQyaZGS9-9UqBqSDDxhMt-v_2CvX4jFsM6VFsz6vLrXivnNH1L1BfgP1XbgJUyAk2/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5624020592678434226'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVVd_leM8tgGDIovB0XChQttxBem7dbUx32qn5tYjdjYS2IqnVjL9WHTFUgKW6QXLvWoEIj8RKZwYw0Gr92wmOS4YXGm5LCowuJgv8A9MGOKXZSxQSzc5ixm8LWd9JCQbon5oAate9NgQt/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-83443042634332858562011-06-30T13:56:00.001+08:002011-06-30T13:58:57.517+08:00Physiotherapy for EugeneOn last Tuesday (28.06.11), I brought Eugene to Botanic's KKIA for his routine check up. They later refereed Eugene to the physiotherapy department. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5623887735905564962'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONHq2CjHouWN1c6weJI_D6qOCKtpg_amgHsfscLxsTFKn-qomCd-PdUzs1efL0NWgD3lVlaGYoYyULQixzI4m5Ad3DnXf95_krIiha-Bd4NgbUUxDwi5h2EeUwm8pZA9bexbli2CbTAT6/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />The specialist then teach me a few ways to stimulate Eugene's movement which I then tell my MIL on how to massage Eugene n a few exercise to be done hourly. Just hoping that Eugene will catch up on all in not a stressful way. <br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br /><br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-65777052338901641982011-06-30T10:36:00.000+08:002011-06-30T13:59:26.817+08:001 day trip to the Waterfall n Strawberry ParkOn Agong's Birthday we had a day trip to Batang Kali's waterfall and we also visited the strawberry park since both distance are only gap for 5km. The kids enjoyed playing with the water even though it's cold. I'm no fans at all with the water. I just love the scenery there. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5623841487978661746'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRWiiY30eJVjROittj2214HfVhZsIks4ar0yCBTWiHs_1WTHB7jZmVdrM4Pka1WRcqqYpxMMkAcueGD6mNTPgmUgojntfEWgUjHEyfamwqPdz4ZBR-MVUWNgr_sE8jL2sLbnsHDlMgzAc-/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5623841541048344578'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmvO6u96W_QQgeF-8bj-MZaR6Lf1I_aBocncf8Vg_uA7i6lihEfcwjdn4nRGJXNnfBXfcQ_QrqkSvigwi3JMVlpRkONnifAdyzitYREhwylE6sSD6ypJiTgEL9D90hawZNvZp5qiM1HkN/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />At the Strawberry Park, Ian enjoyed plucking his own strawberries. Overall it's a 1 full tiring day. But it's so worth it looking at the kids smiling face. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5623841626099474866'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-igqxCjq2FHbHZGX0k3fea6sLsKcWtMsr_u1sZHr7m9iIcrjBboLnJS9RHZM3pOzpYqcNIbdq2s38wigUv3yv6ljvvduBq6of-HiGb2NspPmtZr5_flJZxkQQ-FO9dEY8E1qnsj7NKy_/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5623841708845737762'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2faa7Wk4R8ZOo9aAXUg6zT13Yn0ecfub4sZPFd5Zn_Ol6pnL8iV4W0XXrtol3BO7QCekAwOrg9_tNXm-AKr9jI1PrurM2Usij-rmR3nldALKnVdY5EVZaltKi60N-URQ-4-fAchwakDa/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Ian feeling proud of himself. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5623841750250403106'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEWr1JHtCkAwYVLvQAwWZWXiM2sGQRiC9AnLHmL9P4PEKu9DC46W9rRVah1pH0VjQundWDdzQriUpolltN6skNEb8zOgv04qZJl2ROHiSWywsaxiGPOHkcGJ2qmfzCh5VkJucJpEXbjg5Y/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='200' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I just love the way Elise look. She's so cute. My only princess in da house. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/crystallprincess/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNDojJWQkrSg2QE#5623841819887133746'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm_4OBtV5FunbFepYnWWV7bvqrNxQTr2B9XvKeeZzR7kfSlQB4fpG3QgCYgc-5usQ_IDykqcEjbgUagcPhuBfqqTiXeee4ib_DCbTUv6PXQ4SQA2-Cy24Reh1gAHznv97bCtUG3epscNP6/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br /><br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Lorong%20Laksamana%2020d,Klang,Malaysia%403.002325%2C101.483874&z=10'>Lorong Laksamana 20d,Klang,Malaysia</a></p>Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-56599353437833538992011-06-30T05:40:00.000+08:002011-06-30T10:22:50.741+08:00Testing blogAm testing to update my blog using hp. It's been so long since my last update. There isn't anytime for me to sit in front of the pc with a little octopus hooking to me. <br />Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-5999224524957481432011-03-22T21:50:00.003+08:002011-03-23T20:11:43.298+08:00Family Photo Shooting (10 years Anniversary)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOK9gcnzOaMSWN5yufDtWyc_em7cmB5bCTvlUZBKrGrcQ9mBAQICAgwPnzKK8yPuyRfN_Li9pN7BKRPDiTvrX32E-iN8ehPDNAk0U9-53YtxSh8FWUVftvvym10K90WaX_VeMA4BVIYrA/s1600/IMG_5970a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOK9gcnzOaMSWN5yufDtWyc_em7cmB5bCTvlUZBKrGrcQ9mBAQICAgwPnzKK8yPuyRfN_Li9pN7BKRPDiTvrX32E-iN8ehPDNAk0U9-53YtxSh8FWUVftvvym10K90WaX_VeMA4BVIYrA/s400/IMG_5970a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586903304434444258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQe32YTttIR17TTlxb9FSgL_VQthlFnj5XvovA2bjWDr6DmyCTv7Zbkxh0PNOm4ocbzg5wLXaDhnab3TqFRbmlSHSUMbtQ69pnPRFRKVlYOV_JfmgpzyTQOKIhcUnYNj0eQszLPKisSog/s1600/IMG_5829ba.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQe32YTttIR17TTlxb9FSgL_VQthlFnj5XvovA2bjWDr6DmyCTv7Zbkxh0PNOm4ocbzg5wLXaDhnab3TqFRbmlSHSUMbtQ69pnPRFRKVlYOV_JfmgpzyTQOKIhcUnYNj0eQszLPKisSog/s400/IMG_5829ba.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586903296969343170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfyrzhhvjMigGKt-OxBiNHmc-7TxIdWDbQ-ZPylze9n8155cLKkG6x_uExaPwyUJ4djZvgLr67EgmZ-fBWBKWofOD1RQkrZEyZemSjCasVswfaRcamLt42yZgXSgiQLjJ7euADUs35I0/s1600/IMG_5721a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfyrzhhvjMigGKt-OxBiNHmc-7TxIdWDbQ-ZPylze9n8155cLKkG6x_uExaPwyUJ4djZvgLr67EgmZ-fBWBKWofOD1RQkrZEyZemSjCasVswfaRcamLt42yZgXSgiQLjJ7euADUs35I0/s400/IMG_5721a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586903286285360882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg86UAZhWccvuNQcqCTNJ6MlY1-j0lOvFgg-_a2DyJ7SUmnF1ukbzXkL7fU0hiKn40d6TWVCFVva6mjZuHtRwym6oFJ6sAJq473j8iyfowwSFgKVjUNsFnwd2uOpqT4xar8W4mBmQJvsqU/s1600/IMG_5720d.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg86UAZhWccvuNQcqCTNJ6MlY1-j0lOvFgg-_a2DyJ7SUmnF1ukbzXkL7fU0hiKn40d6TWVCFVva6mjZuHtRwym6oFJ6sAJq473j8iyfowwSFgKVjUNsFnwd2uOpqT4xar8W4mBmQJvsqU/s400/IMG_5720d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586903282205794274" /></a><br />Last Sunday(20.03.11), we went for photo shooting at Taman Tasik Perdana. The photos is for our 10 years ROM memories. The photographer has oredi released a few of the photos and I can't wait for more to come. Here are some preview of the photos.Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-84506929112495327902011-03-12T23:05:00.002+08:002011-03-12T23:08:23.374+08:00Burned BiscuitsMom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. That evening, mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed.<br /><br />All dad did was reach for his biscuit, smiled at mom and asked me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and ate every bite.<br /><br />When I got up from the table, I remember hearing mom apologize to dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: Honey, I love burned biscuits.<br /><br />Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides - a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!"<br /><br />You know, life is full of imperfect things.....and imperfect people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else.<br /><br />What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each others' faults - and choosing to celebrate each others differences - is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.<br /><br /><br />Because in the end, you are the master of your own life - to be happy or unhappy, to be positive or negative.<br /><br />We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship.<br /><br />Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket - keep it in your own. So please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine ... <br /><br /><br />Totally agree with this. We should live life happy n not to show off, hurt each other n etc...Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-37859961608488794052011-03-01T21:09:00.008+08:002011-03-10T22:06:37.440+08:00Update on Eugene<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis4v9QP_xXgrAq3qG3ayBaN00RQI7w3qN23ZX4ZVj-8uPys4DU4oBS3f1CEyjXKcBgR0QaGevlyLrmykecno6CsraaGdxVk75N2-Jrd3VnQ9AANsplFZXM2BrN5tCoCBtqeXXod-2tAOQ/s1600/Ian1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis4v9QP_xXgrAq3qG3ayBaN00RQI7w3qN23ZX4ZVj-8uPys4DU4oBS3f1CEyjXKcBgR0QaGevlyLrmykecno6CsraaGdxVk75N2-Jrd3VnQ9AANsplFZXM2BrN5tCoCBtqeXXod-2tAOQ/s320/Ian1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582452304472546898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmDEguQSbv_WX-N1OyBlSXoxd9MrPMDlBy9HvKxGm9UJ4N0DsWsbIvd6XBL8x9ej3iOm13tN96lrsMxyxWxEwdjlrdbuopdmAVmebtWlSp4zWqeTk-4J3vjq2OOeczVQUxn8ZuVLb8Tk/s1600/Ian.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmDEguQSbv_WX-N1OyBlSXoxd9MrPMDlBy9HvKxGm9UJ4N0DsWsbIvd6XBL8x9ej3iOm13tN96lrsMxyxWxEwdjlrdbuopdmAVmebtWlSp4zWqeTk-4J3vjq2OOeczVQUxn8ZuVLb8Tk/s320/Ian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582452306699534002" /></a><br />It's been long since my last update. Today's post will be all about Eugene. Eugene was being considered a preemie boy since he was born on week35. He only weight at 2.2kg n thank god we get to go home together the very next day. Eugene was different from Ian n Elise when come to weight gaining. The 2 kor kor n jea jea gained weight very fast. Eugene at 11 months now only stand at 6.6kg. Yes he's way too tiny. Again among the 3, he was the strongest one with less sick. In the other hand, he was a little slow with his development. Slow in balancing himself. At 11 months now he just learned how to sit by himself. Still no sign of him trying to stand by himself. <br /><br />His know :<br />- clapping hands<br />- responding to his loved ones <br />- say bye bye n also waving<br />- asking for his milk instead of crying for them<br />- will follow on humming songs when the kids sing along<br />- sleep by himself <br />- playing knocking head<br />- sit by himself <br />That is all I can remember for the moment.<br /><br />There will be more follow up in the hospital which has been scheduled. Just hope that all the result will be perfect.Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-54744387053293709132010-12-22T17:21:00.003+08:002010-12-22T18:29:13.363+08:00Overdued posts....It's been a while since my last post. Need to keep track on my diy stuffs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionYnOUMDkyuf2alSfOgHGdrjUJEIwlML-990dwS4ZfbHQjrUF3nztcwR8wzhYDotPMsUzn8rspSaHvcyOectBysog3smSvxnI9ATsofPl3m87g4aKA25pro9NP72RnsHCxkdnpmU31vk/s1600/small+blankie.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEionYnOUMDkyuf2alSfOgHGdrjUJEIwlML-990dwS4ZfbHQjrUF3nztcwR8wzhYDotPMsUzn8rspSaHvcyOectBysog3smSvxnI9ATsofPl3m87g4aKA25pro9NP72RnsHCxkdnpmU31vk/s400/small+blankie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553451595416598770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqK3Hb7DmFEpydoe1I0mHmScBabuHS3hOSwr8rzGiXFz3s9sjKDIDtE0bN9HNelReheRCYmjMFEMBb_8ncSC2-mShgRPOnMcUkTluZKZYSzZb63ZX9dSrUNC48E1wtTT4UHxk91YGU8Rw/s1600/Trim+blue+cd.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFVzt-iBes5XGufSUbZDripVxw_sTvwD6vHlNwC3wnSjl3ChayUsTcF7tv46UzOTn3i2td3rD2GJwLtXXq7-c28PQr8RMFKo7VJgSOb3DS7_OpoJHdzCCL_hHboMRbDMMm3GZgAMEQ3SY/s400/fairy+cd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553451115201057442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gnXkIpLxWHyMIoVx80uZxrFAtWPlfkgyfYPvsTHQaK6l96ZlweT5h5hwv0HsvbCnM-2zfgKhOH3cpyVkHflfd85Bj0PLeKxXWBlm6TvtAhbSgf917luR1kBpWg9SVfgCuv6SDfyN08M/s1600/contour+fitted.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gnXkIpLxWHyMIoVx80uZxrFAtWPlfkgyfYPvsTHQaK6l96ZlweT5h5hwv0HsvbCnM-2zfgKhOH3cpyVkHflfd85Bj0PLeKxXWBlm6TvtAhbSgf917luR1kBpWg9SVfgCuv6SDfyN08M/s400/contour+fitted.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553451108636808434" /></a>Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037718670116683888.post-78278953779521738952010-11-16T19:57:00.002+08:002010-11-16T20:10:25.628+08:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Do You Like to Make Fun of Others?</span><br /><br />Why Do People Make Fun of Others<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Ego-centric Entertainment</span><br />Well, there are a few good answers to this, one reason is that they are looking for pure entertainment. For example, a person makes fun of someone for having bushy eye brows or wearing something that is unusual. They find this funny as does everyone around them. When someone makes fun of another person it is also to be funny and to get attention. They feel it will make them more popular and liked if they are funny.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Overrating Themselves</span><br />Another reason is because they are sad inside and do it to cheer themselves up. Also, smart people are often made fun of. This happens because they know that they are nowhere near as smart as the person they are making fun of. When they make fun of a smart person, it takes attention away from that person's knowledge and puts it on the person making fun. People make fun of others because privately, they think they are better than the others they are making fun of.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Low Self-Esteem</span><br />People with low self-esteem will try to bring you down to their level through insults, teasing, name-calling or any other form of psychological abuse, whatever it takes to lower their own self-loathing. The psychological term for this is called "leveling", and it's fairly common among those who privately have a low opinion of themselves. Rather than resort to outright self-destructive behavior, they will try to chip away at you by pointing out and/or exaggerating your perceived shortcomings either to you directly or in a subtle way to her friends in the form of humour or insults. It's a weaker person's way of trying to look better than you. Call it self elevation. First they try to put you down. Then and only then can they feel elevated. They seldom or never receive praise from anyone. (Probably because they are always putting other people down). So they have to create it for themselves.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">How to Be Happy with Yourself</span><br />Some people think that they'd be truly happy with themselves if they had a perfect body, a high-powered job, a lot of money or fame. However, there are plenty of well-known, well-off, attractive people who aren't happy. The opposite is also true. Dr. Robert Biswas-Diener, who works in the field of positive psychology, surveyed a group of Maasai warriors in Kenya about their happiness. The Maasai don't generally have the things that people in the developed world consider to be happiness generators, such as material wealth. But they still overwhelmingly think of themselves as happy. This doesn't mean that wealthy people can't be happy -- it just means that being wealthy doesn't automatically confer happiness. The same goes for any other attribute.<br /><br />Being happy with yourself isn't so much about pursuing it, but finding things that you can do to help you recognize your happiness. In this article, we'll examine a few of these ways, starting with accepting yourself.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Self-acceptance</span><br />The concept of self-acceptance is pretty basic on the surface. It means recognizing that you're a highly complex individual who is OK just as you are. It requires you to embrace everything about yourself -- including those things that you perceive as weaknesses or flaws. This is different from self-esteem, which is a measurement of how worthy we see ourselves.<br /><br />Some people think that self-acceptance means ceasing to strive for personal growth, but the two concepts aren't incompatible at all. There's nothing wrong with wanting to learn and become a better person, but self-acceptance is about living in the present, not the past or the future. Speaking of personal growth, next we'll look at another important key in being happy with yourself: setting attainable goals.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Goal-setting Studies</span><br />There's a famous goal-setting study that was conducted at Yale University in 1953. Seniors graduating that year were asked if they had goals for the future, and 3 percent responded in the affirmative. In 1973, researchers checked back and discovered that those who had specific goals when they graduated were far wealthier 20 years later than the 97 percent who didn't. Countless self-help gurus from Tony Robbins to Zig Ziglar have cited this study. The problem is that the study didn't happen -- it appears to be an urban legend.<br /><br />There's no way to prove that goal setting equals financial success. However, recent studies, such as a 2007 study conducted at the Dominican University of California, have shown that people who write down their goals and update friends with their progress tend to be more successful in meeting their goals than those who simply think about them [source: Dominican University of California].<br /><br />Our relationships with others typically play a huge part in our happiness. If one of your goals is to improve and strengthen your personal relationships, consider the importance of forgiveness.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Learn to Forgive</span><br />You've probably been taught that forgiving someone who causes you pain is a good thing, while holding a grudge against the person is a bad thing. But like so many other worthy<br /><br />Doctor, writer and philosopher Deepak Chopra suggests that learning to forgive is a process. It begins with realizing that you are in charge of your own emotions. You have no control over what anybody else does, but you can choose how to react. Then, you focus on your emotions and exactly how you felt when that person wronged you. You may have a mix of emotions -- go ahead and name them. Try to examine the situation from the other person's point of view, or as an impartial observer. Next, discuss your feelings with someone else. It could be the person you're trying to forgive, or just a trusted friend. Consider writing about how the incident made you feel. Some people choose to symbolically "get rid" of their feelings by writing them down and then burning the paper. Chopra suggests that you end by celebrating your new-found freedom in some way, such as hanging out with friends.<br /><br />Although "forgive" is often followed by "forget," there's a difference between dwelling on the incident and forgetting it. Remembering is an act of self-preservation, and perhaps it can help you avoid being in the situation in the future. You can forgive without forgetting. It's not necessary to confront or otherwise let the person know that you have forgiven them, unless you really want to. Ultimately, learning to forgive is about forgiving yourself for holding on to the negative emotions.Steps to Crystal Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04720219952024674748noreply@blogger.com0