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The taste of well-fried fish drizzled with light soy sauce, together with white porridge now is exactly the same when I had it about 25 years ago. With the ever-changing world, I tend to seek solace in this kind of oldie food, reminding myself that however the world has changed, I am still myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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How I wish I can go back to my childhood. Things were so much simpler, even the food tasted simpler then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079513710159537170-899103867349553711?l=nanami-nanami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Click&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Save-the-Worlds-Saddest-Dolphins/202965303078326"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Save the world's saddest dolphins, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079513710159537170-2008504259211262792?l=nanami-nanami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then, DD tried to crawl very slowly, like in stealth mode, and made her way toward the fan quietly, thinking that would elude me. I was watching her all the while and thought it was very creative of her to do that. But I just scooped her up once she reached her destination. And it happened again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;
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So cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079513710159537170-1224022587177268871?l=nanami-nanami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Whatever the conditions that these elders were in, I was very sure that they had wished the ones pushing them around were their sons, daughters or grandchildren. Certainly not someone who can't even speak their language and definitely not someone who doesn't even know their life stories. If you have a wheelchair-bound elderly person at home, be the one that strolls the neighbourhood or park with him/her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079513710159537170-3291195286591460070?l=nanami-nanami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have found a perfect pattern for baby cardigan! It's a modification from a baby dress from The Art of Crochet By Teresa. So instead of crocheting the skirt part, I modified it to become a cardi. And the best thing is, you don't really have to count the number of stitches. Just estimate based on your measurements. Ya it's that flexible. The &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8us27gcOPD4&amp;amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; is in Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I had made a shrug for DD. Just continue the sleeves to whatever length you want, add buttons and buttonholes. This is just a sample because I had made it too small. DD scan still wear it but will grow out of it in no time. Yay. I'm happy.&amp;nbsp;And I thought that I would never ever be able to make a cardigan for DD. My&amp;nbsp;perseverance had paid off, hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079513710159537170-5276287270876777879?l=nanami-nanami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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During the Sichuan earthquake, people said that the Chinese deserved it because of the tainted milk and other unethical products. Now, the Japan quake and tsunami, people also said the Japanese deserved it because of the atrocities committed during WWII.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to say, no one deserves to die, as everyone of us will die eventually. If another country is in place of Japan, would you still say that? Japan just happens to be situated there, the seismic area. If Singapore were to be there, do Singaporeans also deserved to die? Likewise, all other countries with natural calamities, do they deserve to die too?&lt;br /&gt;
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"An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind." If everybody thinks everybody deserves to die, then it will really be the end of mankind. I will end with a quote from Gandalf(LOTR), which I like very much.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends."&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/2079513710159537170-3836974954425996215?l=nanami-nanami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I don't like to be told to do things. I would just procrastinate and then stay put. How many times have my mum ask me to eat my meals and "Oh, wait" was my reply? Many many many times. Even until now. I would still say "wait" even if I was super hungry. So, I guess I can&amp;nbsp;empathize with DD when I asked her not to go near the fan or the rubbish bin, or the edge of the bed, and she still does? Not really. I wondered how many times have I said "NO!"(to DD) in a day, and she still ignored me?&lt;br /&gt;
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But maybe, we can channel this energy into something positive and motivating. Like, nah, you can't make that cake. Yes I can! Nope, I don't think you can run that far. Yes I can! And so on.&lt;br /&gt;
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For the rebel in us. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079513710159537170-4368064111003522968?l=nanami-nanami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Of course, every parent wants the best for their children, no doubt about that. But then, so what if your child looks hideous in someone else's eye? To me, my child is the most beautiful creature in this world. No one can make her look ugly or pretty just because some stranger says so.&lt;br /&gt;
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Right. I am just as guilty. I like to buy clothes for DD to make her look adorable. In a way, I admit that that satisfies a part of my inner desires, to look good and to spend money.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I do agree that it is vital to recognize and draw out the potential in your child. So, that being said, DD's legs are extremely powerful, so taekwondo is definitely in the list. And she is also very vocal and "talkative", so speech and drama lessons are next. Oh, DD is only 6 and half months old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079513710159537170-1776055068718013906?l=nanami-nanami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't help but browse through every single advert in the papers, hoping to find that cheap bargain. And I'm not talking about apparel or shoes or bag sales. I found myself looking at pots and pans, groceries, diapers, sewing machines, mixers and whatnot. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think about a lot of things. Like, is it necessary to buy expensive clothes for your babies and/or toddlers? Who is the one looking good, you or your child? I remembered I almost wanted to buy a romper from GAP costing almost 50 SGD when I was still carrying DD in my tummy. There was only one reason for wanting to buy - the romper had many tiny whale prints all over it. Back then, Hubby had allowed me to buy it. I stood in front of the rack, deliberating over which size to get. 0-3mths is too small and impractical because babies can grow very fast. 3-6 mths did not seem big enough, I was afraid DD was going to be a big baby(which she still is) and not fit into it. 6-12mths is too ... It was a struggle. We were standing there for a good 5 minutes before deciding to look around, hoping to find other cute clothes for DD. All were expensive, for a baby. Soon, that tiny percentage of practicality in me said, "Look elsewhere." And we left, never to go back again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love buying clothes for DD. I think women just like to spend money. Any type of spending is retail therapy for me. And since I no longer want to buy clothes for myself, I buy for DD. And I only get those clothes I like. Not you, not them, but me. So to answer my second question, if your child looks good, the parents look good and to look good, you have to buy expensive clothes, which answers the first one. I figured that is what most parents might have thought. But I can't have myself thinking this way. I can't teach my kid to be brand-conscious. I want to tell her that, while we are not able to give her branded clothings, we are giving her our time and love. I hope she understands that in the future.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HDfGaFblAM/TRb5ogASY-I/AAAAAAAABq0/_NkZvTpi6nM/s1600/10-12-26_12-482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2HDfGaFblAM/TRb5ogASY-I/AAAAAAAABq0/_NkZvTpi6nM/s320/10-12-26_12-482.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celery soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cooking is addictive, at least to me. But the celery soup wasn't quite what I expected. I should have strained the soup. That will make it smooth and creamy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079513710159537170-2852822553446673718?l=nanami-nanami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HDfGaFblAM/TRXk65mIxpI/AAAAAAAABqc/KX0j5iQvPOQ/s1600/10-12-25_17-47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HDfGaFblAM/TRXk65mIxpI/AAAAAAAABqc/KX0j5iQvPOQ/s320/10-12-25_17-47.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Roast whole chicken with veggies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HDfGaFblAM/TRXk7zsHuDI/AAAAAAAABqg/LVtK2dcuDNE/s1600/10-12-25_17-54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2HDfGaFblAM/TRXk7zsHuDI/AAAAAAAABqg/LVtK2dcuDNE/s320/10-12-25_17-54.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mashed potatoes with gravy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok so I did not prepare the chocolate souffle because Hubby had bought a log cake. Next year, I will be doing one for Christmas. I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079513710159537170-6524915898257352986?l=nanami-nanami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Roast Chicken with veggies.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;2nd Course&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Simple pasta in Tomato sauce.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;On the side&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mashed potatoes with gravy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Soup&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cream of Mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Dessert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Chocolate Souffle.&lt;br /&gt;
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I pray that everything will turn out ok, because I am inviting my parents to join us for a little Christmas dinner tomorrow evening.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess this is one of my ways to thank them for the help they had rendered(still rendering) during my confinement days. Of course, it's hard for me to tell them that tomorrow's dinner is a "Thank You" dinner. I just ask my mum, "Want to join us for dinner this Saturday? I roast chicken for you?" My parents must've thought that this is one of those rare occasions I'm cooking for them. Will be keeping my dishes healthy and low in sodium. So, crossing my fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079513710159537170-7888272985373777061?l=nanami-nanami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But many parents still let their children under the age of 2 watch TV programmes. My brother was the first to tell me about the negative aspects of TV-watching for babies. And truth be told, I had thought it was total bullshit. I was thinking to myself, a little TV won't kill. Sure, it won't kill your baby of course. But then, article after article published in the newspapers and online news site had me rethinking. I then told Hubby about it and he is now a hardcore supporter of "no TV for DD". He does not even allow DD to turn her head towards the TV. Also, another reason why I'm convinced is because my mum's neighbour's granddaughter is behaving strangely.&lt;br /&gt;
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At 2 years of age, she has been watching TV since she was a baby, according to the grandmother. She would be glued to the TV, ignoring everyone else as if in a world of her own. Physically, she couldn't walk until she was closed to 2 years old. And she couldn't talk. No, I think she &lt;i&gt;wouldn't&lt;/i&gt; talk. She didn't call her parents until 2 years old, and even now, she seldom speaks. When she wants something she will just mumble. No words. And when her grandmother switches on the TV, she is happy and will sit down in front of the TV, watching away quietly. She doesn't talk when in childcare neither. Basically her social skills now is close to zero.&lt;br /&gt;
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And when I googled up this issue a while ago, some parents also reported similar behaviours in their relatives' or&amp;nbsp;acquaintances' kids. While I wouldn't say that TV will ruin a kid's life, it is wise however, to err on the safe side.&amp;nbsp;Oh, don't even count on educational programmes. One parent pointed out that, which I concur, these so-called educational programme-makers want to make money out of you, they care naught about the well-being of your child. It's all about marketing. After all, who doesn't want their kids to be geniuses?&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, it's your call, your take. Just wait till your baby is 2, shouldn't be that difficult, right? Now, where's that remote control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079513710159537170-3932023874029304716?l=nanami-nanami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Blueberry muffin. They sure look ugly but they taste great~♥　No kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2079513710159537170-6566483514847406192?l=nanami-nanami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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