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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 07:27:54 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Rye Li's memoirs</title><description>Just a little girl's journal through the eyes of her Mummy. And at times, you will read her Mummy's thoughts too.</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/RyeLisMemoirs" type="application/rss+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-5547208587042731385</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T12:00:55.880+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Naughty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">talking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ryeli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cheeky</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">talk</category><title>Because my voice is so tired!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Continuing from &lt;a href="http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-its-itchy.html"&gt;my “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because it’s itchy&lt;/span&gt;” response&lt;/a&gt;… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I always have excuses, one after the other, when Mummy or Papa ask me a lot of questions or when they tell me to do something. I’m smart in thinking of all sorts of replies and the latest one :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Papa always tell me to greet people when we meet them and almost all of the time, I will just keep quiet and stare and them. I don’t get away with this though as I am always told off after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days ago, when mummy asked me why I didn’t greet her friends at their house, I went “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because my voice is so tired!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; :D&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/19677988-5547208587042731385?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-my-voice-is-so-tired.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-5661643868743703875</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 08:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T21:07:14.215+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">growing up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">updates</category><title>Physical updates a.k.a Drama Queen updates!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went in for my flu jab yesterday which I wasn’t aware of till it was already too late. I thought it was for my &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://haye-li.blogspot.com/"&gt;mei-mei’s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; jab you see so I was happily playing in the doctor’s room. As usual, I insist that my &lt;em&gt;mei-mei&lt;/em&gt; sees the doctor first and &lt;a href="http://haye-li.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-year-old-update.html"&gt;she was very well behaved when she had her jab&lt;/a&gt;. Only a slight ‘WEK” and then she was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happily playing with the toys when I realized that I was going to have a jab too and I started screaming and crying like it’s the end of the world. Mummy (who said that I couldn’t have ice cream as I had a slight cough earlier) went “Rye Li, you want ice cream or not? After the injection, mummy will get you some ice cream.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all that screaming and crying, I answered “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I WANT ICE CREAM!&lt;/span&gt;” and continued crying and screaming. I resisted BIG time but papa held me down. Mummy who was carrying &lt;em&gt;mei-mei&lt;/em&gt; also had to help to hold me down. Her face was next to my face and she kept telling me that she will get me ice cream after the injection. I was screaming “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;” the whole time and then when I felt the pain, I went “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OWW OWW OWW&lt;/span&gt;” and then “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;”.  And when I realized it was over, I went “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I WANT ICE CREAM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;” and continued crying! They put the plaster on my arm and I was still crying, thinking of that ice cream that mummy offered me. You can bet on it that I was asking for ice cream in my saddest voice ever till I got my ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy had to talk some sense into me after that as to why was I crying and screaming like that, after all, the pain was only for that few seconds. She told me that I was not to cry and scream like that again for future injections but I told her I want to cry and scream and that I don’t want anymore injections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got measured for my weight and height which is 14.5kgs (still petite) and I forgot what my height measurement was. Also, I got told off by mummy as she forgot to ask my doctor about the constant rashes I have on my body (since early this year), especially on one side of my nen-nen which started like a month ago. She thinks it’s the milk I’m drinking and she has tried changing my milk to other brands but I only want my original milk. I am that stubborn as even though I understand that my milk is causing me to have rashes, I told mummy that I don’t want to drink milk anymore if I can’t drink this brand.&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/19677988-5661643868743703875?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/11/physical-updates-aka-drama-queen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-4205775606254862167</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 07:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T15:07:10.187+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">papa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">talking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Papa's presents</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ryeli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">talk</category><title>You got buy me something?</title><description>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over the phone conversation on one of papa’s business trips…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rye Li: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Papa, you got buy me something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: No, papa got no time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rye Li: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then you go tomorrow morning la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: Around here got no shopping centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rye Li: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then you go to Toys’ R Us la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: I don’t know where Toys’ R Us is at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rye Li: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You turn right, turn left, turn right and turn left la&lt;/span&gt; (This is what I always tell people if you say you don’t know where so and so is or if you’re lost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy interrupted: Girl, if papa keeps buying you things how can we go for holidays? Papa need to save money for our holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rye Li: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Papa, you don’t buy something for me. You save money then we can go for holiday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa: Ok!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy’s note: To all traveling working parents out there, don’t keep buying things for your kids as they will expect it all the time. KLIA is making big bucks of her papa as you will notice a toy shop on the way out.&lt;/em&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/19677988-4205775606254862167?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-got-buy-me-something.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-2489138644206619298</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 06:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-16T14:52:46.616+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Naughty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">talking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cheeky</category><title>Because it's itchy!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During one of the nights last week when I was in my usual black mood, I scratched mummy on her face. She immediately yelled at me and went "WHY DID YOU SCRATCH ME????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I immediately responded "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because it's itchy!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mummy wasn't too pleased with my answer and nagged me. She also scratched me back after that to prove her point whether it was itchy or not. Guess I need to be more careful next time when I feel like scratching her.&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/19677988-2489138644206619298?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-its-itchy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-8108541927711685872</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T22:00:29.532+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ryeli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holiday</category><title>Mummy's entry - Life without you</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Rye Li,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be considered the first time you’re away from me the longest (&lt;a href="http://synneeq.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-bangkok-trip.html"&gt;Bangkok last year don’t count as Mummy was away for work&lt;/a&gt;). I’m at home now while you’re away on a holiday with your handsome King (you have upgraded papa as you want to be the princess as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, Mummy was looking forward to this quiet time (although not that quiet as &lt;em&gt;mei-mei&lt;/em&gt; is with me) as the past few nights, you were annoying me with your endless questions and your usual dilly-dallying stubborn self. The 2 nights before your trip, Mummy punished you by not letting you watch your TV before bedtime and you were not very happy with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been only 1 night you have been away from home and Mummy misses you so much! In fact, yesterday itself when you left, Mummy already missed you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sounded really happy on the phone and Mummy is proud of you that you are all grown up now and sad at the same time too as you don’t really need me there with you. I guess it’s also probably you’re having so much fun without Mummy restricting you to a lot of things I usually do at home. I know you didn’t finish that whole ice cream nor ate so much junk food like what you said just now on the phone – as I know papa made you say that just to make me worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is happy that you’re happy and having a blast at the beach. I’m looking forward to seeing you after your holiday as I want to give you a big hug and kiss (Mummy feels guilty for punishing you now especially when papa forgot to take along the Barney DVD you so wanted to watch!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t annoy Mummy so much okay?! And stop being such a smart Alec, er Jane and keep your comebacks to yourself okay?! I’m still dumbfounded with your reply that night …”&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mummy, you don’t shout at me ok, after (wards) my ears pain ah!&lt;/span&gt;”. God knows where you learnt such comebacks from but you should keep these when you have started work in the future as these would do you good then. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy got a slight confession to make – I’m enjoying your side of the bed (actually, it’s papa’s side but it has been yours for the past one year) and also, I’m enjoying your TV time as I get to watch all my shows now. Luckily, mei-mei doesn’t know how to ask for TV yet so I’m enjoying these nights to myself. But mummy still misses you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see you soon yea….Mummy loves you….sooooooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mummy&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I hope papa is taking loads of pictures as we need to update your blog!&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/19677988-8108541927711685872?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/09/mummys-entry-life-without-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-114389427497113698</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T11:21:02.374+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">growing up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">singing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">updates</category><title>Mummy’s entry – Like a beach*</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*beach = actually means the other word that sounds like this, you know, the female dog (this is a baby friendly site mah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was whistling the tune of Katy Perry’s song “Hot n Cold” in front of Rye Li and when it came to that part of the song, Rye Li went “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like a beach*&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It caught me off-guard and I went “What you just said?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like a BEACH*!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response?! = “Yes, you’re right! Like a beach*” and started laughing and she got annoyed at me for laughing at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl listens to our songs and now she only loves female songs. She used to love Jason Maraz’s “I’m yours” but now will say “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don’t like boy (‘s) songs, I only like girl (‘s) songs!&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that when the songs are played on TV and on the radio, they are censored off from those words. But lately, this girl watches these songs on You Tube especially her all time favourite, Taylor Swift’s “It’s a love story” (this girl can sing the whole song!) and recently, the whole Mammamia’s soundtrack!. Anyway, she must have picked this word up from You Tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now thinking that I should be more careful when I let her watch these music videos on You Tube. She knows how to click those videos herself (once I’ve opened up the website for her).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I'm not too worried about this word since she probably thinks it's the actual word of beach which she loves a lot. Ain't life a beach?! :D&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/19677988-114389427497113698?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/09/mummys-entry-like-beach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-3890973175685834280</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 05:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T13:35:42.851+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Naughty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">growing up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">talking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">updates</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">communicating</category><title>Me first, me first!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s been some time ever since I had this “me first” syndrome. Everything we do, I always have to be the first one and I will go “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me first, me first!&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach or leave home, I have to be the first one that enters or exits the house. If I don’t, I will give you my infamous black face and will sulk. My &lt;em&gt;Kakak&lt;/em&gt; will give in to me but not my mummy at times, especially when she’s rushing. Mind you, my mummy will just let me cry it out if I burst into tears which is why I will just sulk instead (saves the energy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it’s time for my shower, I will get upset when my &lt;em&gt;mei-mei&lt;/em&gt; has her bath first and I will complaint and sulk big time after that (to mostly getting either nagged or ignored by my mummy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been annoying mummy a lot lately as she always nag me that there are no such thing as “Me first” but I will still insist as my friends at the daycare always do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mummy has been telling me if I like this “me first” business a lot, the next time when we’re at the doctor's, I can go first instead of my mei-mei and I will quickly respond “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No, mei-mei first!&lt;/span&gt;” and this has always been the case every time we see the doctor together. I hope we’re not seeing the doctor soon.&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/19677988-3890973175685834280?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-first-me-first.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-4523798307721930625</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 08:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T22:38:54.934+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holiday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">updates</category><title>A weekend getaway</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over the long weekend, we went to Cyberview Lodge for a night and basically to have fun. I had so much that I didn't want to go home. I hope we can go back there again.... enjoy the pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377992213503143202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SqJ3bKKr7SI/AAAAAAAACQI/Og7amKr9bJw/s400/Cyberview+lodge+Aug+2009+(N).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377992223210673890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SqJ3buVJFuI/AAAAAAAACQQ/2W_UL0Qcaek/s400/Cyberview+lodge+Aug+2009+(N)1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377992225953709474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SqJ3b4jIfaI/AAAAAAAACQY/5Rg_bzkc_1Y/s400/Cyberview+lodge+Aug+2009+(N)2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377992232412318962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SqJ3cQm_DPI/AAAAAAAACQg/vbbk2KI6rks/s400/Cyberview+lodge+Aug+2009+(N)3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SqIjwbxD-qI/AAAAAAAACOY/uTOaYmAWE_E/s1600-h/Cyberview+lodge+Aug+2009+(N).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2393/d7d118ccedf3a8d70228dc978d7245ee/image/e79775545f461aeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2393/1106a17c583b6d39945544b06f924f2c/image/911edcdd0647ac77.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2393/91d52599dc5f4592abaf404ab10be3b1/image/ff890b19c8a692d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I love holidays! I will be going back to Perhentian Island again and this time, it's just me and my handsome prince, my papa! I'm already looking forward to those junk food....yumm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/19677988-4523798307721930625?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-getaway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SqJ3bKKr7SI/AAAAAAAACQI/Og7amKr9bJw/s72-c/Cyberview+lodge+Aug+2009+(N).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-2905808828327604859</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 00:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-13T18:03:11.324+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">swimming</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ryeli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perhentian island</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holiday</category><title>Perhentian 2009</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aunty Ng was closed for a week, her annual shutdown during the 1st week of June and hence, we went for our holiday at Perhentian Island to see the happening mascot of Aunty Pei See and Uncle Ronnie's dive resort, their son, &lt;a href="http://kai-jin.blogspot.com/"&gt;the beach bum baby, Kai Jin&lt;/a&gt;. Mind you, the last time I was there was when &lt;a href="http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2006/06/mummys-entry-perhentian-island.html"&gt;I attended their wedding when I was only 5 months old so it has been over 3 years since we were last there.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The journey was an arduous one....Mummy claimed I'm so well behaved compared to the last time. Of course, I'm all grown up! :D and also....I had this to entertain me... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357402671353747250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllRWEjE1zI/AAAAAAAACNE/-haVOEyav5A/s320/DSC05401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;yes, ever since my mei-mei came along, i've been upgraded to the front seat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllRV4uz5LI/AAAAAAAACM8/vJ2ncSFYiz0/s1600-h/DSC05404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357402668181742770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllRV4uz5LI/AAAAAAAACM8/vJ2ncSFYiz0/s320/DSC05404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this time round i didn't like the speedboat ride into the island - i told mummy next time i want to seat on the big boat like the one we went to pangkor island in but she said 'don't have wor!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllRVq9RlEI/AAAAAAAACM0/rgTra4wMCYc/s1600-h/DSC05418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357402664484312130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllRVq9RlEI/AAAAAAAACM0/rgTra4wMCYc/s320/DSC05418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i had my &lt;em&gt;roti canai&lt;/em&gt; and sugar (my favourite!) when we went into the island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllFQaLXDUI/AAAAAAAACMs/HuALKVFx__4/s1600-h/DSC05432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357389379941109058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllFQaLXDUI/AAAAAAAACMs/HuALKVFx__4/s320/DSC05432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; couldn't wait for the sun to go away, so we soaked into the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllFQL85zGI/AAAAAAAACMk/c1VkAZHQmEA/s1600-h/DSC05433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357389376122375266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllFQL85zGI/AAAAAAAACMk/c1VkAZHQmEA/s320/DSC05433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllFPvrxXOI/AAAAAAAACMc/UjJi8p7mk4A/s1600-h/DSC05438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357389368534326498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllFPvrxXOI/AAAAAAAACMc/UjJi8p7mk4A/s320/DSC05438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; later in the evening only, my mei-mei joined me, her first time swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllFPT8dmWI/AAAAAAAACMU/9Q3uewgKazg/s1600-h/DSC05440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357389361088141666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllFPT8dmWI/AAAAAAAACMU/9Q3uewgKazg/s320/DSC05440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love posing for the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllFPLwPwwI/AAAAAAAACMM/sSwj1AaL4lw/s1600-h/DSC05442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357389358889419522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllFPLwPwwI/AAAAAAAACMM/sSwj1AaL4lw/s320/DSC05442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one of my modeling poses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk6DfAZY2I/AAAAAAAACME/qQYNr8W6-Fc/s1600-h/DSC05446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357377063271097186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk6DfAZY2I/AAAAAAAACME/qQYNr8W6-Fc/s320/DSC05446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and another pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk6DG2uziI/AAAAAAAACL8/X4p4H3Dmb8Q/s1600-h/DSC05456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357377056788106786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk6DG2uziI/AAAAAAAACL8/X4p4H3Dmb8Q/s320/DSC05456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is why i love holidays.....my junk food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk6C57GPNI/AAAAAAAACL0/toRJhkEj7cE/s1600-h/DSC05462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357377053316758738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk6C57GPNI/AAAAAAAACL0/toRJhkEj7cE/s320/DSC05462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my &lt;a href="http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2006/06/mummys-entry-perhentian-island.html"&gt;handsome prince&lt;/a&gt; lazing around in the sea, i would have joined him but he went so far away from the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk6CoNQmjI/AAAAAAAACLs/h7hBxGFos8s/s1600-h/DSC05463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357377048561097266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk6CoNQmjI/AAAAAAAACLs/h7hBxGFos8s/s320/DSC05463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was how i lazed around on the first few days (with my mickey mouse arm floats and the donut float)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk6Ce8NoVI/AAAAAAAACLk/wt_KwtnIL7w/s1600-h/DSC05465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357377046073680210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk6Ce8NoVI/AAAAAAAACLk/wt_KwtnIL7w/s320/DSC05465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my handsome prince came and chase me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk34x6jntI/AAAAAAAACLU/1tFolXm3ZxQ/s1600-h/DSC05476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357374680345059026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk34x6jntI/AAAAAAAACLU/1tFolXm3ZxQ/s320/DSC05476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when i'm not wandering off on my own, i'll be playing with my beach toys in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk34byKzrI/AAAAAAAACLM/Y1DcVYp-QDY/s1600-h/DSC05480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357374674404298418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk34byKzrI/AAAAAAAACLM/Y1DcVYp-QDY/s320/DSC05480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and doing some more modeling poses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk34A53FEI/AAAAAAAACLE/_3eLoxcXZA0/s1600-h/DSC05498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357374667188802626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk34A53FEI/AAAAAAAACLE/_3eLoxcXZA0/s320/DSC05498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk332JHMNI/AAAAAAAACK8/zfwBW2no_6Q/s1600-h/DSC05509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357374664299983058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk332JHMNI/AAAAAAAACK8/zfwBW2no_6Q/s320/DSC05509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and some more....vainpot i am! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk2JSQ8OLI/AAAAAAAACK0/t2ZQbP0B1EU/s1600-h/DSC05510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357372764883531954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk2JSQ8OLI/AAAAAAAACK0/t2ZQbP0B1EU/s320/DSC05510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk2JNmXr7I/AAAAAAAACKs/I4XLS8Ckq50/s1600-h/DSC05524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357372763631234994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk2JNmXr7I/AAAAAAAACKs/I4XLS8Ckq50/s320/DSC05524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trying to grab mummy's attention while she took pictures of my mei-mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk2IgT_u2I/AAAAAAAACKk/vf5QfMpOO_4/s1600-h/DSC05535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357372751474572130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk2IgT_u2I/AAAAAAAACKk/vf5QfMpOO_4/s320/DSC05535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as the days went by, i got braver and moved into the sea without my floats or without people around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk2IdzE2TI/AAAAAAAACKc/NZ8qG1diKlo/s1600-h/DSC05540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357372750799624498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk2IdzE2TI/AAAAAAAACKc/NZ8qG1diKlo/s320/DSC05540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with kai-jin, the mascot for Bubbles Resort, he got cool toys to play with too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk2Hphs7dI/AAAAAAAACKU/poxpPbxUyfY/s1600-h/DSC05545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357372736768110034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slk2Hphs7dI/AAAAAAAACKU/poxpPbxUyfY/s320/DSC05545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when it's too hot to play in the sun, we play in his playpen - it's so huge, the adults can come in and party with us too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SlkzuMCpW4I/AAAAAAAACKM/rarx2CfVK54/s1600-h/DSC05547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357370100333239170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SlkzuMCpW4I/AAAAAAAACKM/rarx2CfVK54/s320/DSC05547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me again, wandering off on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slkztdc6GnI/AAAAAAAACKE/zj4Cj65iav4/s1600-h/DSC05550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357370087826922098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slkztdc6GnI/AAAAAAAACKE/zj4Cj65iav4/s320/DSC05550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more poses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SlkztIGXfuI/AAAAAAAACJ8/arQyqf-PPU0/s1600-h/DSC05571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357370082095234786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SlkztIGXfuI/AAAAAAAACJ8/arQyqf-PPU0/s320/DSC05571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and more (anyone want to hire a tot model?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slkzs_e-okI/AAAAAAAACJ0/dpDrPZ1iDG8/s1600-h/DSC05585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357370079782543938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slkzs_e-okI/AAAAAAAACJ0/dpDrPZ1iDG8/s320/DSC05585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the hammock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slkzseljs5I/AAAAAAAACJs/-mqCbtRXdAE/s1600-h/DSC05588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357370070951768978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Slkzseljs5I/AAAAAAAACJs/-mqCbtRXdAE/s320/DSC05588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; getting burried in the sand...papa was too lazy to dig a big hole for me (actually i dug the hole for papa but he was too big!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a good holiday as I hung out at the beach the whole day throughout our 5 nights/6 days there. I didn't even nap and I got to eat junk food everyday. Only thing I didn't like was the speedboat as it was too bumpy, noisy and windy for me. By the way, if you're wondering why no pics of my mei-mei, it's because this is not her blog. :) &lt;a href="http://haye-li.blogspot.com/"&gt;You can go to her blog and check out her pics there.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/19677988-2905808828327604859?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/07/perhentian-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SllRWEjE1zI/AAAAAAAACNE/-haVOEyav5A/s72-c/DSC05401.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-5130035775123280921</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-16T20:00:01.567+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">papa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">talking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ryeli</category><title>Mummy's entry - how Rye Li got her handsome prince</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How hubby got to be Rye Li’s handsome prince?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all begun when hubby started reading books to Rye Li a long time back. All those princesses’ stories that contain the word “handsome prince”, he would paused after saying “handsome prince” and go “like papa”. And then he would also add “Papa handsome or not?” to only get a response from Rye Li “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yes!&lt;/span&gt;”. Thus, the poor girl has been brainwashed her only handsome prince is her papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has this affected her? Well, whenever you ask her who is her handsome prince, she will go “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My papa!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, when we were at our holiday at Perhentian island (will update on this when I have the time), we kept bumping into the same couple at the resort. And so happened one night, they were sitting next to our table at the restaurant. So the guy started a conversation with the girl….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: What’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;Rye Li: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pretty, pretty princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: *Laughing* If you’re pretty princess, then I’m Handsome Prince&lt;br /&gt;Rye Li: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No, my papa is my handsome prince!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: If that is the case, then I’m Prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;Rye Li: *Laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, we had a conversation about husbands and it lead to….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Papa is my husband&lt;br /&gt;Rye Li: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No, papa is MY husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: How can papa be your husband? He’s your papa.&lt;br /&gt;Rye Li: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What about me? Who is going to be my husband?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: One day, you will meet your boyfriend and then you will marry him and only then he will be your husband.&lt;br /&gt;Rye Li: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don’t want to marry my boyfriend, I want to marry a handsome prince like papa. I want to marry papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: You cannot marry your papa-la, papa is your papa.&lt;br /&gt;Rye Li: *Still being stubborn* &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to marry papa, my handsome prince. I don’t want to marry my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I need to record this conversation!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, men out there….if you want to have your little girl/s to have you in their minds forever, you know what to do now!&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/19677988-5130035775123280921?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/06/mummys-entry-how-rye-li-got-her.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-7554261186381546427</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 05:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-30T23:00:24.432+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">growing up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ryeli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">updates</category><title>Some random photo updates</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like acting like a baby at times....and I do miss my cot. I ask to go into the cot daily just to be with my &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://haye-li.blogspot.com/"&gt;mei-mei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. If she doesn't want to play with me, I will just lie in it and be a baby for a while. After all, I still suck my thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341484035024225906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SiDDbfEKBnI/AAAAAAAACAw/D_jsZF4Ap58/s320/DSC05056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's me, sitting in my baby doll's stroller. I'm still petite so it can carry my weight. I'm trying to put my &lt;em&gt;mei-mei&lt;/em&gt; in it at times but Mummy will shout at me. I'll wait till she grows a little bigger before I try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341484027509761922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SiDDbDEkZ4I/AAAAAAAACAo/ccN0ECwrN3A/s320/DSC05196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's a picture of me giving a kiss to my handsome prince, my papa on his birthday last month. He'll always be my handsome prince &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*a mental note to mummy: to update why I call him my handsome prince*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341487789127875538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SiDG2AMNu9I/AAAAAAAACBA/Y-eF3Wn0P6c/s320/DSC04958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pictures with my papa &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://haye-li.blogspot.com/"&gt;mei-mei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341487799457525666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SiDG2mq_r6I/AAAAAAAACBQ/5fPSsbSuA4w/s320/DSC05191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341487797035111394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SiDG2dpck-I/AAAAAAAACBI/7YBg0Vgn0UI/s320/DSC04960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been cycling around our condo for months now....I wonder when papa is letting me cycle at the park. He says I can't use the brake handles yet...actually, my hands can't reach them. So I'll just bang into things to stop me from cycling at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SiDE6nalZPI/AAAAAAAACA4/sPiuBBNvVqY/s1600-h/DSC05179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341485669353350386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SiDE6nalZPI/AAAAAAAACA4/sPiuBBNvVqY/s320/DSC05179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pictures of how I eat on my own. I keep telling Mummy that I want to eat at our dining table as I'm not a baby anymore and I don't need the high chair but she said she doesn't want me to run around while eating and also that if I want to watch TV, I need to be placed in it so that I don't make a mess on the sofa or mattress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SiDDayOCkKI/AAAAAAAACAg/wl_Mcdz8Ss0/s1600-h/DSC05043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341484022986084514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SiDDayOCkKI/AAAAAAAACAg/wl_Mcdz8Ss0/s320/DSC05043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341484016568206850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SiDDaaT5hgI/AAAAAAAACAY/Kesnb27CV7c/s320/DSC05039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm saving the best picture for the last....this is how I laze around watching my TV in the house. Ain't I a hot-looking couch potato?! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SiDDaClU7uI/AAAAAAAACAQ/iLRsTfDwj_c/s1600-h/DSC04977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341484010198855394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SiDDaClU7uI/AAAAAAAACAQ/iLRsTfDwj_c/s320/DSC04977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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/19677988-7554261186381546427?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-random-photo-updates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SiDDbfEKBnI/AAAAAAAACAw/D_jsZF4Ap58/s72-c/DSC05056.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-7623679555575838899</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 13:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T22:20:44.247+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">papa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ryeli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pizza making</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>Making Pizza</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me teach you how to make pizza (my first attempt over last weekend)….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you get ready the dough. And then with some flour, you used whatever you can think of (in my case, our drinking bottle) to roll out the dough to a flat piece.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331592733044424434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sf2fV7wqvvI/AAAAAAAAB7g/yt6UmT49NbA/s320/DSC04920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331592737262902930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sf2fWLebnpI/AAAAAAAAB7o/I3iDMu4wMXU/s320/DSC04923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I’m not strong enough so I need to use my plan B (my papa, whom by the way, prepared the dough the night before and also all the other preparations too – well, I didn’t say I can cook now did I?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331592739749213074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sf2fWUvNs5I/AAAAAAAAB7w/Fyw0H0D2uDk/s320/DSC04924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once the dough is spread out flat enough, you put the tomato paste.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331592746183778050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sf2fWstVXwI/AAAAAAAAB74/vlNNgMh81Bs/s320/DSC04928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331592748225087314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sf2fW0UBR1I/AAAAAAAAB8A/QLDha-cB1Wk/s320/DSC04929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I need my papa’s help again to make sure that I’ve added enough paste.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331594229287375282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sf2gtBsyUbI/AAAAAAAAB8I/5ZbQadgF14s/s320/DSC04931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then you add the cheese, loads and loads of cheese.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331594232477515170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sf2gtNlX_aI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/KgW05S9cf44/s320/DSC04932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331594233755314802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sf2gtSWBqnI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/Qp1DNP0gtNA/s320/DSC04933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget to smell your hands, just to make sure you’ve got the right cheese.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you add the mushrooms and whatever you want (we made my pizza first so I get to chose!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331594241259902946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sf2gtuTQl-I/AAAAAAAAB8g/p_8tGMH6Tjs/s320/DSC04934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ta dah…. You got the pizza.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331594245925234098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sf2gt_rj5bI/AAAAAAAAB8o/k_-AN9m3ZEE/s320/DSC04935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot, you also need to put it in the oven (don’t ask me at what heat and for how long though, my papa did all that)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331600034883680162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sf2l-9Ozt6I/AAAAAAAAB8w/7GvnO6BoYj4/s320/DSC04937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once the oven goes ‘ting!’, you will know that your pizza is ready…and this my friends, is my pizza. Mamamia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331600035683204674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sf2l_ANbfkI/AAAAAAAAB84/2ywgk7oqfTc/s320/DSC04938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677988-7623679555575838899?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-pizza.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sf2fV7wqvvI/AAAAAAAAB7g/yt6UmT49NbA/s72-c/DSC04920.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-6552605541364608185</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 14:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-20T22:38:03.670+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">video</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ryeli</category><title>Excuse me!</title><description>Mummy thinks it's funny to show you all this video...Hmmph, I just feel so neglected but she calls it my attention seeking time!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SEb5NL5vyVk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SEb5NL5vyVk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677988-6552605541364608185?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/04/excuse-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-4274785446636272737</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 10:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-15T22:15:17.382+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my little sister</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">myself</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><title>My mei-mei &amp; I</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love playing with my mei-mei right from the start. When she’s in her cot, I will want to play with her. If I can’t reach her, I will grab a chair or stool and play with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I will ask mummy to put &lt;em&gt;mei-mei&lt;/em&gt; next to me on the bed or mattress so that I can play with her. I love kissing and hugging her although mummy will scold me for being too rough on &lt;em&gt;mei-mei&lt;/em&gt;. When mummy is not in sight and &lt;em&gt;mei-mei&lt;/em&gt; cries, I will pat her and go “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok, ok, ok, mei-mei don’t cry, cher-cher here ok?!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, when mei-mei was just born, I didn’t understand why &lt;em&gt;mei-mei&lt;/em&gt; doesn’t want to play with me. Now, I’m happy when she smiles or laugh at me when I play with her. When this happens, I will tell mummy that “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mei-mei likes me!&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let the following photos illustrate how much I love my &lt;em&gt;mei-mei&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sbzhb7Z-GrI/AAAAAAAAB4w/5qr0duCg1MM/s1600-h/DSC04541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313369530309679794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sbzhb7Z-GrI/AAAAAAAAB4w/5qr0duCg1MM/s320/DSC04541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my playmate at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313369543659915122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzhctI6h3I/AAAAAAAAB5A/OffWxTiT7_w/s320/DSC04546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzhcQQWYiI/AAAAAAAAB44/nh_dd0qKcz4/s1600-h/DSC04544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313369535906472482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzhcQQWYiI/AAAAAAAAB44/nh_dd0qKcz4/s320/DSC04544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313369516850278290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzhbJQ_75I/AAAAAAAAB4g/TSyqifkHJUk/s320/DSC04547.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzhbT2FF3I/AAAAAAAAB4o/U1rCcrvyUz0/s1600-h/DSC04549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313369519690159986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzhbT2FF3I/AAAAAAAAB4o/U1rCcrvyUz0/s320/DSC04549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see, i love my mei-mei so much, i don't mind her pulling my hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzfVa7NGSI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/TStDKylgU8E/s1600-h/DSC04450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313367219488233762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzfVa7NGSI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/TStDKylgU8E/s320/DSC04450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;giving a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313364495359647986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sbzc22wVoPI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/HANaCONQ3WM/s320/DSC04243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzfVfVmMJI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/1R45c6k750w/s1600-h/DSC04732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313367220672671890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzfVfVmMJI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/1R45c6k750w/s320/DSC04732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we even read books together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzfUnjWr7I/AAAAAAAAB4I/Ztj9EneDy2E/s1600-h/DSC04711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313367205697990578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzfUnjWr7I/AAAAAAAAB4I/Ztj9EneDy2E/s320/DSC04711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzfUd-byZI/AAAAAAAAB4A/JCaNXWb_k2E/s1600-h/DSC04708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313367203127216530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzfUd-byZI/AAAAAAAAB4A/JCaNXWb_k2E/s320/DSC04708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we watch tv together (i need to teach her young!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313364520849743522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sbzc4VtpnqI/AAAAAAAAB3w/AW5iSCXaVkw/s320/DSC04333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzfUbn_mBI/AAAAAAAAB34/XtieP-dOnwM/s1600-h/DSC04355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313367202496223250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbzfUbn_mBI/AAAAAAAAB34/XtieP-dOnwM/s320/DSC04355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313364515223878882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sbzc4AwVvOI/AAAAAAAAB3o/onLjUUG5F5s/s320/DSC04331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313364514043441682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sbzc38W5shI/AAAAAAAAB3g/fA-t-8kv7No/s320/DSC04326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i even try and 'feed' her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sbzc3gzmjNI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/l9xjnwbMR9o/s1600-h/DSC03935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313364506647629010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sbzc3gzmjNI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/l9xjnwbMR9o/s320/DSC03935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and sleep together (when mummy is watching us that is as i kick a lot in my sleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you would like to see more photos, &lt;a href="http://haye-li.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-cher-cher-i.html"&gt;you can go to my mei-mei's blog by clicking on this&lt;/a&gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677988-4274785446636272737?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mei-mei-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/Sbzhb7Z-GrI/AAAAAAAAB4w/5qr0duCg1MM/s72-c/DSC04541.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-3725573129958507689</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 07:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-09T15:54:56.650+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poo</category><title>Finally!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mummy is celebrating! I've finally poo-ed in my potty! All this while, I will only poo in my diapers and mummy always complaint what a waste of money as I will only poo in a fresh diaper since I'm diaperless day time now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm also the last in my batch at Aunty Ng's to do this since the rest of the kids my age are happily poo-ing in the potty. Now I can tell mummy that I can also poo in her toilet bowl.&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/19677988-3725573129958507689?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-3092399888236421725</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-09T15:51:06.118+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bloggers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meeting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chinese new year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holiday</category><title>My CNY 2009 post</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, it's been so long but I'll just put up some pics of my CNY. As you will know from my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://synneeq.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mummy's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://haye-li.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sister's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, we all were down with the flu and I'm still coughing. It's in the air, everyone we know is practically coughing for the longest time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll let you enjoy some pics first....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPWwpMbK1I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ypV_O8DdpKA/s1600-h/DSC04250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310824516779977554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPWwpMbK1I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ypV_O8DdpKA/s320/DSC04250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; on the ferry, on the way to Pangkor Island on Chinese New Year's eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPWwWCi-DI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/BMnwzqDDXJA/s1600-h/DSC04257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310824511638272050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPWwWCi-DI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/BMnwzqDDXJA/s320/DSC04257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; in my new swim suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPUa6jpAFI/AAAAAAAAB2I/sjrYT1ouKHs/s1600-h/DSC04266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821944460378194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPUa6jpAFI/AAAAAAAAB2I/sjrYT1ouKHs/s320/DSC04266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;happily picking up shells on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPUaZQfBqI/AAAAAAAAB2A/xslWLEKeBZU/s1600-h/DSC04272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821935521662626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPUaZQfBqI/AAAAAAAAB2A/xslWLEKeBZU/s320/DSC04272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;look at my pickings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not long after that when mummy told me about the little crabs that were all over the beach, I became aware that were so many and I freaked out! Now I will tell you I don't like picking up seashells anymore and would want to be carried on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPUZr9u7II/AAAAAAAAB14/iA2fof7--0g/s1600-h/P1010130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821923363417218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPUZr9u7II/AAAAAAAAB14/iA2fof7--0g/s320/P1010130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPUZFqrMGI/AAAAAAAAB1w/qnHRUZdVdPk/s1600-h/P1010161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821913082933346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPUZFqrMGI/AAAAAAAAB1w/qnHRUZdVdPk/s320/P1010161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPUY0Inx4I/AAAAAAAAB1o/YxvIPdDh-jQ/s1600-h/P1270175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821908376700802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPUY0Inx4I/AAAAAAAAB1o/YxvIPdDh-jQ/s320/P1270175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is when i also got sick with fever which lead to a whole lot of coughing after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPR-qS5uEI/AAAAAAAAB1g/PYNZK6i34mM/s1600-h/P1280184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310819260035610690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPR-qS5uEI/AAAAAAAAB1g/PYNZK6i34mM/s320/P1280184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPR-aIddeI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/T-Mtx8Zqi5Q/s1600-h/P1280189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310819255696848354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPR-aIddeI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/T-Mtx8Zqi5Q/s320/P1280189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my grumpy face on our last day at the island, waiting for the ferry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All this while, I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2007/07/penang-wedding-and-meeting-up-sessions.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;only ever met one of my blogger friends, Lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (actually, we were suppose to meet Lucas and his mummy too this CNY but we were all too ill then and they were only in KL for 2 nights). And since I missed the chance to meet another one, &lt;a href="http://www.lotsacheeks.com/blog/"&gt;Belle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2007/12/mummys-entry-san-francisco.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when I was at San Francisco in 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, we made the effort this time round to see her although for only a short time. Belle and her family were here in KL to celebrate CNY. Too bad that we didn't get to see her mei-mei, Cassie, who was asleep then. Here's some photos of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310819241012652194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPR9jbeaKI/AAAAAAAAB1A/qytSavzxMaU/s320/DSC04419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;had to take one with our papas as I was too grumpy to take any picture alone with Belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310819248006515570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPR99e8S3I/AAAAAAAAB1I/4IyuAui-RVg/s320/DSC04420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and then it was quick ones with our mummies, it's so tough to take good shots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310819249526114306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPR-DJPiAI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/26ptJYEQGH0/s320/DSC04421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What do I think of Belle? Although mummy and papa says she's so cute, I was intimidated by her. She kept kissing my mei-mei and I wasn't happy with this and showed my grumpiness throughout. And then she became friendly with my papa too..... but she didn't play with me as I also didn't want to play with her. She prefers my mei-mei more but when mummy asked her whether she wants another mei-mei, she quickly replied "no!". I don't blame her as I also don't want another one.&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/19677988-3092399888236421725?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-cny-2009-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SbPWwpMbK1I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ypV_O8DdpKA/s72-c/DSC04250.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-6755334107463260564</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 13:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-06T22:04:32.431+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">growing up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">speech</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ryeli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">updates</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">talk</category><title>I’m all grown up!</title><description>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss me?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may still be small in size but you would be amazed at how I can communicate with you, if you get my attention that is. If not, you will only see the little ms. grumps that mummy has coined for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Disney playhouse channel I have watched for the past year on TV, I have now moved on to Disney Channel. Hence, my once beloved “Mickey Mouse Clubhouse”,  “Pocoyo”, “Clifford, The Big Red Dog”,  “ My Friends, Tigger &amp;amp; Pooh”, “Little Einstens” have now been replaced with “Mr. Bean” (both animated and life series), “Hannah Montana” (Mummy still wonders why I love this show at my age?!) and the regular Disney shows they show on that channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the princesses cartoons, in fact, I’m going for the Disney on Ice, Princess Wishes in 2 weeks time and I so cannot wait! I’ve been asking mummy this all the time and mummy has been counting down for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conversations has been interesting and at times, it comes with an accent (mummy blames all the TV shows!), but mostly with Malaysian slangs (can I blame her for this slang?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can’t have my way, I will give out a big and whiney “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Awwwwwwwww!!&lt;/span&gt;” and sound like as if it’s so unfair that I can’t have what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also learn to say “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Are you kidding?!&lt;/span&gt;” …so when I’m asked some questions which I don’t know how to answer and all eyes are on me for an answer, I will go “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Are you kidding?!&lt;/span&gt;” which usually will get some laughter from my audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need attention and I don’t get any, I will go “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will somebody come and play with me?&lt;/span&gt;” or make a statement that “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nobody wants to play with me&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also advise my mei-mei …..”&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mei-mei, you don’t bully Papa ok, you be a good girl ya&lt;/span&gt;” or “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mei-mei, mummy change me first and then mummy carry you ok?&lt;/span&gt;” or when mei-mei cries when it’s time to take her medicince “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mei-mei, don’t cry, it’s good for you, for your cough, for a while only!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also ‘nag’ like how mummy nags me. The other day, my aunty was at my place and didn’t have dinner with us and I went “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why you don’t want to eat? After (wards) you don’t say you (‘re) hungry ah!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like being positive too, I can help you out like how my good friend, Mickey Mouse says it “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No problem! Leave it to me!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I do show my maturity side a lot, I also do get into my babyish mode and want to be treated like a baby at times. And times like this, I will speak in a mono-syllabus mode like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hungry-eat bread&lt;/span&gt;” or “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tired….sleep&lt;/span&gt;” or “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thirsty-drink water&lt;/span&gt;” instead of saying them in a full sentences like I normally do. Only lately, I’m showing this and mummy always ask me why am I talking like this and I will laugh. Sometimes I will answer “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because I am a baby, I still suck my thumb&lt;/span&gt;” (which I do anyway but I refuse to drink mummy’s nen-nen and whenever mummy offers me her nen-nen, I will go “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’m NOT a baby but I still suck my thumb&lt;/span&gt;”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I’m getting too smart for my age and know how to ask questions that mummy doesn’t know how to answer. I know this as she will go “Don’t be so rude Rye Li” or “that is not a nice thing to say because….”. Ultimately, I will show my tongue to her to show that I must have my last say, which of course, I will be reprimanded for. No fun trying to argue with an adult! I still got a lot to learn I’m sure.&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/19677988-6755334107463260564?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-all-grown-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-3950814037728953345</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 02:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-01T14:51:13.605+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">celebration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birthday</category><title>My 3rd Birthday</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday this time definitely made up &lt;a href="http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2007/12/mummys-entry-my-baby-is-2-and-still-not.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;for my 2nd birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa fulfilled his promise to get me a bicycle and everyone is puzzled as to why I chose a blue one instead of a pink one since I’m so into all these Disney princesses stuff lately. The blue is definitely in contrast to the Barbie head, elbow and knee gear papa got me for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286207410619637762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVxhoecFYAI/AAAAAAAAByg/gI6D_M8iGk4/s320/DSC04079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my new bicycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyhow, my birthday celebration started on the day before when I didn’t have to go to Aunty Ng’s. Instead mummy and papa took me to KLCC to Aquaria. My first time to KLCC and I had some fun, I got to eat ice cream too! The only thing was that I didn’t really like Aquaria, the place was pretty dark and there were huge fishes that scared the jeepers out of me. Mummy said the last time I was there was when I was in her tummy just a few days I was born.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286157975929837090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVw0q_3lViI/AAAAAAAAByQ/tuEvbhUfcQA/s320/DSC04035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i refused to let mummy take my pic so i was forced to take this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286157967217358402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVw0qfaXdkI/AAAAAAAAByI/_X9rzvHJIX0/s320/DSC04041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with my barney friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I celebrated first at Aunty Ng’s with all my friends. I got my Mickey and Minnie Mouse Chocolate cake and also, Aunty made me a doll jelly cake. I also distributed my party packs to my friends at the daycare. They all had the same little handbags as me with their names sewn on them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286157977989904226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVw0rHivd2I/AAAAAAAAByY/43IGrSuymhQ/s320/DSC04014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the party packs - this is mine and my mei-mei's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286157953077718002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVw0pqvNq_I/AAAAAAAAByA/ohfqCKPbQaw/s320/DSC04044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the doll jelly cake, ain't it pretty? i requested for a red one. my aunty ng sure is a talented lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286157946756568178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVw0pTMIlHI/AAAAAAAABx4/Al5Pu1qMcnY/s320/DSC04048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my mickey and minnie chocolate cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286153864914203618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVww7tJE8-I/AAAAAAAABxQ/p6J5PYuKPls/s320/DSC04051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with my friends, waiting to sing me my birthday song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286153862487620786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVww7kGiPLI/AAAAAAAABxY/3K8QFCgNtp8/s320/DSC04060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;enjoying my birthday cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286153869627901442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVww7-s6RgI/AAAAAAAABxg/4x-C8Kpc5bI/s320/DSC04063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a shot mummy took when she left the daycare, she thought we looked like prisoners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Later in the evening, we went over to my Aunty Pei See’s parent’s place for a barbeque to celebrate the New Year. And I got to celebrate my birthday again with the doll jelly cake Aunty Ng made for me. Also, I received some more presents. I got to play with them with my &lt;em&gt;Kai Yeh&lt;/em&gt; (Godfather) and he also took me to the playground nearby. He gave me loads of junk food (chocs and ice cream) to eat. I got away with it as it was my birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286153872618668114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVww8J19wFI/AAAAAAAABxo/X_Up8FX52us/s320/DSC04067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;happy with my presents that my &lt;em&gt;kai yeh&lt;/em&gt; helped me opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286153878495356146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVww8fvE5PI/AAAAAAAABxw/UT4CXL02Hbo/s320/DSC04070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;playing with my toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Having my birthday on the last day of the year sure has it advantages. My grandma said the whole world is celebrating my birthday and I would like to think so. Mummy and papa told me that when I’m bigger, I will be partying with my friends and they kept asking me whether they can follow me or not. I didn’t see what the problem was and I always tell them yes they can. And the weird thing was Mummy recorded this on the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your new year eve’s celebration was as fun as mine. Have a happy 2009!&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/19677988-3950814037728953345?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-3rd-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVxhoecFYAI/AAAAAAAAByg/gI6D_M8iGk4/s72-c/DSC04079.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-8342033481904707810</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 06:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-27T16:38:16.174+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">celebration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ryeli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">updates</category><title>Merry Christmas!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry for the late post, been busy playing with my Christmas toys and watching my cartoons. I had loads of fun with my presents, hope your Christmas was a splendid one too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284359017373250786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVXQh1AqNOI/AAAAAAAABxA/dl2C9UYTiUM/s320/DSC03994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;our xmas tree - more gifts under the tree compared to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-newer-bigger-christmas-tree.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;last year's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284361165232516946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVXSe2aNr1I/AAAAAAAABxI/LHqMoM92P8I/s320/DSC03997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with my &lt;em&gt;mei-mei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284358994321557458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVXQgfItR9I/AAAAAAAABwg/6xEpFYIFIRI/s320/DSC03749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taken at the curve, i'm into disney princesses lately&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;br /&gt;The below were taken a few weeks ago at my friend's, Shawn, place. His mom made this ginger bread house for us to eat (wreck). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284358997449847602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVXQgqyjMzI/AAAAAAAABwo/Qz8mSxm6bng/s320/DSC03930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before&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 id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284358999977138562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVXQg0NGmYI/AAAAAAAABww/A80FViXbwKw/s320/DSC03932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;during&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Below is me singing with my Christmas present from my uncle Chun Son and Shasha (mummy's brother). I'm terrified of him but I like this present very much since I'm such a vainpot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JBH53gLC4AQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JBH53gLC4AQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is where mummy thinks I look like a rocker (to be specific, like jon bon jovi). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-OHFZYK3vFw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-OHFZYK3vFw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been using this mike alot lately...you think I can be an idol in the making?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677988-8342033481904707810?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SVXQh1AqNOI/AAAAAAAABxA/dl2C9UYTiUM/s72-c/DSC03994.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-7647533066690996543</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 08:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-15T14:31:13.881+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cameron highlands</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wedding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ryeli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holiday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friend</category><title>What a fun-filled week!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I didn’t get to go to Aunty Ng’s last week….yippie! Instead, we went to Cameron Highlands for three nights, then my mei-mei and I had to go see this new doctor for our jabs (which was no fun at all), then we went to Port Dickson for a day for mummy’s cousin’s wedding and then I had a birthday party to attend the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Camerons, the weather wasn’t good on us. It was raining nearly the whole time we were there. Mummy said I had the most fun as I got to go to my playground everyday while the rest of them (we had aunty pei see and her family plus her parents with us) stayed indoors most of the time. And since it was a holiday for all of us, I get to eat junk food everyday! After having proper food that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the photo shots at Camerons were done indoors and we had 2 babies and me to entertain the adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279593298360034850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SUTiIeNIZiI/AAAAAAAABtA/4ZCPpT-sERY/s320/DSC03832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no, this isn't my mei-mei but my friend, kai jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279593292604469234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SUTiIIw5b_I/AAAAAAAABs4/AJieTXDeFnE/s320/DSC03836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here's the three of us...see how little my mei-mei is although she has grown a fair bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279588208435598578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SUTdgMwlFPI/AAAAAAAABsw/uhq0muWaSZw/s320/DSC03839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with kai jin's papa, uncle ronnie! he was my entertainer there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279588189254525170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SUTdfFTdIPI/AAAAAAAABsg/T3SuC62UYOA/s320/DSC03843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at the tea farm, my hair flying from the strong winds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279588199107100546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SUTdfqAff4I/AAAAAAAABso/wQ00_4bBtp8/s320/DSC03840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;our first family shot since mei-mei was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279588185055713010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SUTde1qYVvI/AAAAAAAABsY/VnKN2isCH0c/s320/DSC03844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with papa, he took me to go see the tea leaves nearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After Camerons, I had to see this new doctor which I quite like to take my jab. Mummy had told me earlier that I need this jab but I always said “I don’t want” but as usual, she didn’t listen to me and went ahead anyway. I was alright with the new place since they have this little playground for me to play around while we wait. And I was also alright when the new doctor checked me till she said she needed to put some medicine in my arm. This was when I started wailing and crying. Papa held me down and then it was mei-mei’s turn. She also cried and I told her “Mei-mei, don’t cry, doctor only put injection, pain for a while only!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we all had to attend Uncle Ivan’s (mummy’s cousin) wedding at Port Dickson. It was a really nice wedding because I got to play sand the whole time we were there! We didn’t stay the night though but I got to have my bath at Grandpa’s room. Mei-mei and I slept throughout the car ride home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279588180532772418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SUTdek0BvkI/AAAAAAAABsQ/KpZoJiWwjHY/s320/DSC03869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my ms. grumps face at grandpa's room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279568391885976914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SUTLeuW-dVI/AAAAAAAABsI/jv1maIludsg/s320/DSC03879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with my handsome prince, papa (mummy will tell you the story another time why he's my handsome prince)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279568381741366802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SUTLeIkT_hI/AAAAAAAABsA/m8IiPbG4RQM/s320/DSC03886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all of us waiting for the bride to come to exchange vows with the groom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279568372182379682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SUTLdk9RbKI/AAAAAAAABr4/qdqTzhj_q4M/s320/DSC03893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and while they were exchanging vows, I got busy playing sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279568369530702882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SUTLdbFEDCI/AAAAAAAABrw/2MHE98c2kZI/s320/DSC03910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i was busy playing sand throughout the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next morning, we attended our neighbour’s son’s first birthday party by our condo’s pool.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279568365072763474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SUTLdKeNSlI/AAAAAAAABro/3w_qEKV89QE/s320/DSC03924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I don’t have to go to aunty Ng’s every week!&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/19677988-7647533066690996543?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-fun-filled-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SUTiIeNIZiI/AAAAAAAABtA/4ZCPpT-sERY/s72-c/DSC03832.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-7775837560393122231</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 05:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-29T13:34:00.845+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ryeli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">updates</category><title>5 ponytails!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Usually mummy would ask me whether I would like to tie my fringe or to tie two ponytails or one ponytail when it is time to tie my hair. Over last weekend, I answered her “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5 ponytails!&lt;/span&gt;” and she did just that….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273578459047581746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SS-Dqvqu2DI/AAAAAAAABrY/zpRfYUk2uis/s320/DSC03694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273578465112106098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SS-DrGQoJHI/AAAAAAAABrg/uwB0Qw4tcl4/s320/DSC03693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don’t I look cute?! But mummy thinks I look like a &lt;em&gt;soh por&lt;/em&gt; (mad woman).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677988-7775837560393122231?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-ponytails.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SS-Dqvqu2DI/AAAAAAAABrY/zpRfYUk2uis/s72-c/DSC03694.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-6557068391318335797</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T13:16:58.507+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">speech</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">talking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ryeli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">talk</category><title>Mummy’s entry – the things she says!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SS9-RoEOwDI/AAAAAAAABrQ/14gOeZhIlAY/s1600-h/IMG_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273572529952178226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SS9-RoEOwDI/AAAAAAAABrQ/14gOeZhIlAY/s320/IMG_1580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't let her innocent look fool you.... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rye Li’s not even 3 years old yet and she sure has a lot to say! At times I feel as if she’s like an old aunty (yes I know, she probably got the lingo off me!). There have been so many things lately she has conversed with us which (I hope I’ve remembered all) caught us by surprise but last night’s outburst from her to her paternal grandparents really reminded me that I need to update her blog on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being grandparents, they like to tease her now and then which usually will make Rye Li irritated and she would reply back with a “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;” or “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don’t want!&lt;/span&gt;” and even “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don’t friend you&lt;/span&gt;”. But last night, she went “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next time don’t come (to) my house!&lt;/span&gt;” which made her Ah Kong and Ah Por burst out in laughter. Of course, I had to reprimand her and told her not to be rude and further explained to her later that it was not a nice thing to say. I told her to just tell them not to disturb her if she doesn’t like what they have to say. Not sure if she understood my lecturing or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even one time when her Ah Por told her not to watch too close to the TV and she replied “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don’t want to talk to you&lt;/span&gt;” and continued watching her Barney, ignoring her Ah Por.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, when we picked her up from the daycare, Aunty Ng told us to be careful of what we say in front of the girl. Apparently, she told one of her daycare mates, after seeing her in a Mamy Poko diapers, “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So expensive diapers, waste money only!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have myself to be blamed for this as several weeks ago, she saw some Mamy Poko diapers for her mei-mei, Haye Li which I got as samples. I guess it reminded Rye Li of her time when she was wearing Mamy Poko diapers at nights. We used to point out the Pooh bear and friends characters from the diapers at nights before bedtime. I’ve stopped buying this brand since their quality isn’t as good anymore and that Huggies is a cheaper alternative for at nights (she only wears diapers when we go out for a long time or when she wants to poo during the daytime so I have resorted in buying cheaper diapers for this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when she saw Haye Li’s Mamy Poko’s diapers, she asked me to buy some for her and I replied (without thinking) “No need, they are so expensive, waste money only!”. I didn’t realize that she would use the same on others. I guess we as parents need to be mindful that not only we need to be careful for not swearing in front of the kids, but also other negative things that we are so used in saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the above negative stuff she has to say, she loves conversing with us now. One night while watching her ritual cartoon before bedtime, she turned to me and said “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know what happen (ed) to my leg at Aunty Ng’s today?&lt;/span&gt;”. And I replied “what?” and she continued “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I scratch (ed) and scratch (ed) until the thing (the mosquito bite on her leg) come (came) out&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or she would tell me that her friends at Aunty Ng do not want to friend her anymore because they are all so naughty (I think it's definitely the other way round).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At times, I would ask her stuff of what she did at the daycare and she will tell me a lot of things. I wasn’t sure whether some of the things were real or not till I asked Aunty Ng and true enough, all the things she had to tell me were true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one night as well that we had some guests over and they stayed till quite late. This girl came and asked me in front of them “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why the aunty don’t (doesn’t) want to go home?&lt;/span&gt;”. Yes, she is also getting bolder and just last weekend when we had our families over for Haye Li’s full moon, just when our guests were leaving, this girl went “&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nobody can take my mei-mei home!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering what will the next shocker from her would be now… sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677988-6557068391318335797?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2008/11/mummys-entry-things-she-says.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SS9-RoEOwDI/AAAAAAAABrQ/14gOeZhIlAY/s72-c/IMG_1580.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-7841325945593076875</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-21T19:18:25.619+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my little sister</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">myself</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><title>Guess who is who? *updated*</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is an updated one of the below post....looks like most got it right. A &amp;amp; C are Rye Li and B &amp;amp; D are Haye Li. There are some similarities but they do look different, we shall see when Haye Li grows in the next several months.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here's four pictures...two are me when I was a baby, and the other two are my mei-mei, Haye Li. Will let you know by Haye Li's full moon, next Friday, 21st November 2008, the answer. :D ....Mummy still thinks that both of us look like our Ah Mai (papa's sister).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfiD0XSCnI/AAAAAAAABqQ/l7VERQhHils/s1600-h/DSCN0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266926844456864370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfiD0XSCnI/AAAAAAAABqQ/l7VERQhHils/s320/DSCN0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266926824163677570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfiCoxAlYI/AAAAAAAABqA/kqEJkvn4LUE/s320/DSC03552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfiDfCSKBI/AAAAAAAABqI/ey_Y6wOgFiU/s1600-h/DSCN0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266926838731646994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfiDfCSKBI/AAAAAAAABqI/ey_Y6wOgFiU/s320/DSCN0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfiCbO7aJI/AAAAAAAABp4/XHtRwj9ctw8/s1600-h/DSC03547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266926820531071122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfiCbO7aJI/AAAAAAAABp4/XHtRwj9ctw8/s320/DSC03547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why are we doing this? Coz people has been saying we look alike and yet papa disagree. But there are many pictures that show our similarities. Mummy doesn't see what is his problem since both of us look more like his side than mummy's side. She always tell people that I only resemble her 'there' all this while and she's doing the same to my mei-mei too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677988-7841325945593076875?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-who-is-who.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfiD0XSCnI/AAAAAAAABqQ/l7VERQhHils/s72-c/DSCN0695.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-6461057159804395382</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 06:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-11T14:49:00.748+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my little sister</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">myself</category><title>Sticking to mummy</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2008/11/mummys-entry-dont-want-mei-mei.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, papa managed to snap a shot of how gluey I am to Mummy lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfaERuDMNI/AAAAAAAABpo/qa1_XTA0hPo/s1600-h/DSC03507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266918056243966162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfaERuDMNI/AAAAAAAABpo/qa1_XTA0hPo/s320/DSC03507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What exactly am I doing? Well, I'm lying down on mummy's legs while watching my cartoon on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266918427299440850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfaZ4AkaNI/AAAAAAAABpw/MY7ZCEOdAM4/s320/DSC03508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677988-6461057159804395382?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2008/11/sticking-to-mummy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfaERuDMNI/AAAAAAAABpo/qa1_XTA0hPo/s72-c/DSC03507.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677988.post-1561547118198613129</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 04:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-10T14:47:42.163+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">play</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birthday party</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">updates</category><title>Over the weekend</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My weekends lately have been filled with loads of people at our house. I’m alright with this as I get loads of people and kids to play with me. Only recently, mummy managed to get some pictures of me with one of my visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on my mood, I will let the kids play with my toys which I have been. But at times, I will snatch them back and don’t let them play. And poor &lt;a href="http://liv-ysabelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;baby Liv &lt;/a&gt;got this from me. She came over the weekend with her mama, Aunty Carine and Aunty Pei See with her baby, &lt;a href="http://kai-jin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kai Jin&lt;/a&gt;. Kai Jin wasn’t too playful so I only played with Liv. Mummy didn’t manage to get a picture of all three of us again (she has been trying to since we all met for the first time – with baby Liv anyway – three weeks ago!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following pictures are mostly with Baby Liv – again, mummy has been hopeless at taking pics when there are visitors around. Baby Liv is nearly two years younger than I but she is around the same weight as I am too. Mummy has been telling me that I need to eat more proper food than the junk food I like so that I can grow taller at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266887864604896258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRe-m5GXLAI/AAAAAAAABoY/2EW8itwjf6Q/s320/DSC03553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with aunty carine, our driver, mummy says this is a good way to lose some pounds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266887874880392146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRe-nfYOy9I/AAAAAAAABoo/fhslAgDnmOM/s320/DSC03558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266887891226815426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRe-ocRha8I/AAAAAAAABo4/0aXe6idNgUg/s320/DSC03560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266887880901649154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRe-n1zz4wI/AAAAAAAABow/QDF-j75J0RM/s320/DSC03559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266887870007403330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRe-nNOa40I/AAAAAAAABog/eYEAW2DFIQ0/s320/DSC03556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby Liv, I had fun playing with you. Sorry if I snatched some of my toys of you, I will let you play with them again next time okay?! Just don't forget to bring your mummy along, we need her for our driver again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Sunday morning, I went to Aunty Ng’s for one of my daycare mate’s, William’s birthday party. Papa took me there and I wanted him to stay with me. As you can see from some of the pics, I was back to being “Ms. Grumps” again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266916045482847826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfYPPDPblI/AAAAAAAABpg/RFuirOO5iPE/s320/DSC03565.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with Madelene mei-mei, William's sister (I like playing with her at Aunty Ng's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266913512260063522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfV7yD3USI/AAAAAAAABpI/FLLkWa1GIDQ/s320/DSC03576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266913524805998290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfV8gzDFtI/AAAAAAAABpY/kyX0PFjwhx0/s320/DSC03611.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes, she is nearly as big as me although she's only 1 and a half years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266913524018205666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRfV8d3OU-I/AAAAAAAABpQ/Wmx5Vz3xdwI/s320/DSC03609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677988-1561547118198613129?l=ryeli.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ryeli.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ryeli)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VEzVyj6K3Jw/SRe-m5GXLAI/AAAAAAAABoY/2EW8itwjf6Q/s72-c/DSC03553.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
