<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QMQHs9cSp7ImA9Wx5WF0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950</id><updated>2010-09-29T18:16:21.569+08:00</updated><title>Me, Myself and The Greatest Hippomandak</title><subtitle type='html'>This Is A Journey For My Beautiful Hydrocephalus Baby Daughters and My Thoughts On Living In A Not So Normal World.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEMGRnk8fSp7ImA9WxNVEEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-4365215194837220411</id><published>2009-10-21T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T03:20:27.775+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-10-21T03:20:27.775+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hydrocephalus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title>Khalean New Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/St4JsMJlciI/AAAAAAAABXQ/fP4wG45bq9I/s1600-h/Photo1961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/St4JsMJlciI/AAAAAAAABXQ/fP4wG45bq9I/s400/Photo1961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394760058416755234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/St4JssQILkI/AAAAAAAABXY/rCjerWdM8Go/s1600-h/Photo1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/St4JssQILkI/AAAAAAAABXY/rCjerWdM8Go/s400/Photo1962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394760067034132034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Khalean my 2nd babe with her new AFO, she hates it so much in the 1st palce but kinda getting a hang with it slowly. My heart just melt looking at these pics. Regardless what everyones says,  She is just an eye candy to look at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopes this AFO can strengthen her ankle muscle more as hers ankle kinda stiff now, I mean she still cruise along whatever she can hold, she still the fastest crawler in the world, and she definately stands on her own. However to avoid the ankle muscle become too stif, the neuro team doc's best advise would be this AFO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now let go back to my observation post and start y waiting game again. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I have a good feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-4365215194837220411?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/4365215194837220411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=4365215194837220411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/4365215194837220411?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/4365215194837220411?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/10/khalean-new-best-friend.html' title='Khalean New Best Friend'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/St4JsMJlciI/AAAAAAAABXQ/fP4wG45bq9I/s72-c/Photo1961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkYGSHs7cSp7ImA9WxNTF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-7703314601443217165</id><published>2009-08-20T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:48:49.509+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-08-20T01:48:49.509+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title>I'm Still Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To whoever of you who is wondering.....if there's any..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;                          I'm Still Alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-7703314601443217165?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/7703314601443217165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=7703314601443217165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/7703314601443217165?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/7703314601443217165?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUIDR389eCp7ImA9WxJUGE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-2472800680285648497</id><published>2009-07-17T12:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:12:56.160+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-07-17T13:12:56.160+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title>Mr. Lonely...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SmAG5FuNSeI/AAAAAAAAAwc/7-jXrtS_Eto/s1600-h/Photo0872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SmAG5FuNSeI/AAAAAAAAAwc/7-jXrtS_Eto/s400/Photo0872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359291134429186530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely, with basically nobody to talk to, I mean stuff that you can pour out to your close buddy. Hubby came back and flew back to Delhi just after 1 week, and I'm here all alone again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm still busy as hell, managing everything here and there, busy with the girls and house chores, but have you ever get those feeling that you schedule are so FULL yet late at night you still feel lonely? As if 1 whole day of chaotic errands not yet caused your head to spin like a full blown dryer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I wanna tell hubby, yet he doesn't seem to have enough time for me, even though he is physically here at home. There's always errands to run, meetings to attend, colleague to meet, stuff to deliver and so on and on...Up until it's time to go back to Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be glad that he still manage to spend time with the girls instead of me before he flew back to India . Even though I had repeatedly ask  him out for a date just the 2 of us and he always managed to canceled it last minute, leaving me fuming most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of the major world problems, disaster and diseases going on right now, I guess I really should not whine and complain anymore. After all, it is such a tiny problem when one look at the whole big picture. So  I will stop my whining now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lonely seems to follow me everywhere I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-2472800680285648497?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/2472800680285648497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=2472800680285648497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/2472800680285648497?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/2472800680285648497?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/07/mr-lonely.html' title='Mr. Lonely...'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SmAG5FuNSeI/AAAAAAAAAwc/7-jXrtS_Eto/s72-c/Photo0872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkIHRXY4eip7ImA9WxJWGE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-2048109952305283485</id><published>2009-06-24T11:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:02:14.832+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-24T16:02:14.832+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultural differences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title>Cambodia Happy Pizza</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, this is not a travel blog, but I just wanna share with you a funny yet scary story of mine when I travel to Siem Reap, Cambodia for the Amazing Angkor Wat, for I just love ruins historical places. That's probably why I always choose to travel in undeveloped countries over cities full of sky scrappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cambodia in January 2001 way before Lara Croft the movie started shooting there, back then Siem Reap was not a well travel road for most travellers, thus less tourist which I LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Omar my hubby/boyfriend back then travel overland from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia for the simple reason, I HATE FLIGHTS! I will try my best just to avoid flights, if there's road or even tiny holes, I will take the latter. Crazy eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHWs6dRyII/AAAAAAAAAh4/a8fyix5UHoQ/s1600-h/Photo0846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHWs6dRyII/AAAAAAAAAh4/a8fyix5UHoQ/s400/Photo0846.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350793899387504770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So the total overland journey from Kuala Lumpur to Siem Reap was 4500km and it took us 4 days on the road itself to reach there, we had used public transport bus, train, the back of the pickup truck(which the guys insist it's a bus!) and boat. we've went through Haddyai-Bangkok-Aranyaprathet-Poipet-Koh Kong-Highway 666 (The Dancing Highway aka devil's road) which was FULL of potholes-Sosophon- Siem Reap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 12 full hrs of the hellish back-of-the-pickup-ride on The Dancing Highway (literary!) With our dizzy brain still bobbing nonstop inside and face covered in reddish brown dust, we went around searching for a hotel at 11pm at night hoping that it wasn't full of tourist. The 1st one was a disaster, foreigners screaming and shouting and chatting with the top of their lungs! It is just too much and both of us decided we just gonna pay more for a hotel that sits just nicely in the corner but with so much more calm and quite environment that we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHZnn5dnsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/-2iyYp2W63Y/s1600-h/s1150487209_30133498_7216993%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHZnn5dnsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/-2iyYp2W63Y/s400/s1150487209_30133498_7216993%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350797107040984770" /&gt;            &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHZnUWDzrI/AAAAAAAAAiI/f9wvxsWt6pY/s1600-h/s1150487209_30133502_5388514%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHZnUWDzrI/AAAAAAAAAiI/f9wvxsWt6pY/s400/s1150487209_30133502_5388514%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350797101792218802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the usual stuff, both of us went to The Amazing Angkor Wat and do the usual blah blah...Then came the night that I still shiver whenever I thought about it now. We had read somewhere there's this eateries which offered pizza and apparently it was quite good. So off we went and after finding a nice spot, we noticed most of the patrons was visibly chatty and happy. then came our waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter:'What can I get for you tonight?'&lt;br /&gt;Us:'Can I have a medium pizza please?'&lt;br /&gt;Waiter:'Happy?'&lt;br /&gt;Us:'Sorry?'&lt;br /&gt;Waiter:'Happy, very happy, or extremely happy?'&lt;br /&gt;Us:'???'&lt;br /&gt;Waiter:'You want your pizza to be happy, very happy or extremely happy?' with a impatient look.&lt;br /&gt;Us:'Okay, very happy please.' Thinking it is just a cool thing to say locally. How stupid we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHcb0ntC5I/AAAAAAAAAig/sNITaW8Ew_k/s1600-h/Photo0841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHcb0ntC5I/AAAAAAAAAig/sNITaW8Ew_k/s400/Photo0841.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350800202832612242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 'Very happy' pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHdGjfRYyI/AAAAAAAAAio/TFhmHS3cYYA/s1600-h/Photo0842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHdGjfRYyI/AAAAAAAAAio/TFhmHS3cYYA/s400/Photo0842.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350800936968217378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Happy Pizza eateries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after 15 mins, he came back with our orders and being so hungry after 1 whole day in the jungle of Angkor Wat. We ate wholeheartedly. Then we had a few chat with some of the patrons there then after about 1/2 hr, we head back to the hotel as we had to catch the early bus (no more pickup ride!) the next day to head back to Poipet crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here everything goes downhill, the last clear memory I had was using the washroom and oops, the next the next thing I noticed was how cramp and sore my legs was, I tried to stand up and was wondering what's going on with my legs? Then I realised I had been sitting on the toilet bowl for so long that I actually cramp! I called out for Omar but he didn't reply me, so I decided I am just gonna crawl out the washroom on all four. the moment I was out, I saw Omar lying on his stomach on the bed and staring blankly at the TV. I yelled at him to come and help me, he just ask ' what wrong?' and actually start laughing! I was starting panic because there's something wrong with both of us!(Now please imagine I was on all four with my pants down!Not a pretty picture at all! Yikes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crawl to Omar and ask him whether he is feeling okay? He didn't even replied me. Then I noticed I was breathing heavily as with him. The numb subsided and I sat on the bed and tried to think clearly what actually happen to us. Then out of nowhere I heard 'bang!bang!bang!' just outside of the hotel. At that moment for no reason at all I panicked and ran down to the counter on ground floor and screamed (actually I was trying to ask nicely) at the counter staff 'What's happening?What's happening? Is the Pol Pot coming now? Oh sxxx!' (This is how the staff told me what I had said the next day) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprised, they took a look at me and a female staff came over to me and hold me by the arm and brought me to the sofa to calm me down and ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did you ate the happy pizza just now?' &lt;br /&gt;'Yes?' Puzzle...&lt;br /&gt;'Do you know what is it?'&lt;br /&gt;'What?'&lt;br /&gt;'It's the happy herb.' 'the Marijuana.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless... All that wen through my head was how come I had never noticed it, the smell, the happy and chatty faces of the patrons. They then brought me back to my room and to my horror, Omar was still lying on the bed staring blankly at the TV for god knows how long already. The kind hearted staff ask me to lay down and just sleep it off, not forgetting to tuck both of us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next day at 6am by the morning call from the staff telling us to get ready for our bus at 7am. With a foggy mind we prepared ourselves, went down the counter to check out and thanks all the staff involved for helping us out last night, god knows what I will do if they did not calm me down and brought me back to the room, I can only imagined I probably would run down to the street and start telling everybody Pol Pot is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the funny and scary travel story I had for you. I had made a pact with myself after that night, no matter how nice/good others tell you so, no matter how nice and cute the name sounds, no matter how hip and cool is it to be seen among in the crowd, I will never put anything down my throat without knowing and checking what is it's ingredient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my heartbeat was so fast that night that I feared I almost died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHPaXrR3bI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LB8lM6XLZe0/s1600-h/Photo0904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHPaXrR3bI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LB8lM6XLZe0/s400/Photo0904.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350785884231949746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apsara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHX2DYFyXI/AAAAAAAAAiA/N2ffyARRi_A/s1600-h/Photo0837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHX2DYFyXI/AAAAAAAAAiA/N2ffyARRi_A/s400/Photo0837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350795155912116594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of Angkor Wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-2048109952305283485?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/2048109952305283485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=2048109952305283485&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/2048109952305283485?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/2048109952305283485?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/06/cambodia-happy-pizza.html' title='Cambodia Happy Pizza'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SkHWs6dRyII/AAAAAAAAAh4/a8fyix5UHoQ/s72-c/Photo0846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0MGR3szeSp7ImA9WxJWFEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-1714249519990698259</id><published>2009-06-20T08:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:43:46.581+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-20T11:43:46.581+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title>Delhi, India</title><content type='html'>I want to go to India NOW! Like now! Just look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SjsfYfTjcHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FvWRbtp9cfo/s1600-h/NewDelhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SjsfYfTjcHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FvWRbtp9cfo/s400/NewDelhi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348903488013430898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had no spare time now, I am so busy with this 2 shops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I am there now, walking among strangers, Bargaining and negotiating for exotic goods, talking and having coffee under the blazing 40 Celsius sun and coking my brain in the process of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, as hot as it is, no matter how am I gonna turn out to be over there, maybe as black as ashes. I still wanna go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go now, I need to clear my work ASAP! Which reminds me, I really have to get back to my Himalayan workload now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, let me daydream a bit can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-1714249519990698259?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/1714249519990698259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=1714249519990698259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/1714249519990698259?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/1714249519990698259?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/06/delhi-india.html' title='Delhi, India'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SjsfYfTjcHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FvWRbtp9cfo/s72-c/NewDelhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcAQn49eCp7ImA9WxJWE0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-813043421072832048</id><published>2009-06-19T12:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:07:23.060+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-19T13:07:23.060+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Come on you guys, you gotta agree with me on this, no news is just good news right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz really guys, I still has nothing important to update about. Which feels &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaydine Neurosurgeon had came back with good result which shows Kaydine doesn't really need a shunt inserted after all. She is okay and doing fine just the way she is now.So the Neuro team are going to monitor and sent her for another MRI in another 6 month which is in January 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SjsciBMErYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/SMZ-6e1BYRY/s1600-h/P1020073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SjsciBMErYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/SMZ-6e1BYRY/s400/P1020073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348900353192799618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalean is doing just fine as well. except for the fact that she still not able to walk yet, (which I decided not too to put so much pressure on) she is doing just fine and can be such a little devil at times that you wish you pull out all your hair just to make her stop bullying Kaydine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Sjsch0J-w_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/JumkyVgmOg8/s1600-h/linlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Sjsch0J-w_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/JumkyVgmOg8/s400/linlin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348900349694362610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am super super busy with 2 shops and stuff that I don't wanna bore you down. It is just plain crazy since hubby took up the post in Delhi, India. Life has been just plain topsy-turvee for me, which is good. At least I got things up and running smoothly. So far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go India too... Can somebody borrow me some of their time please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-813043421072832048?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/813043421072832048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=813043421072832048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/813043421072832048?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/813043421072832048?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/06/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SjsciBMErYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/SMZ-6e1BYRY/s72-c/P1020073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C08FQ30-eip7ImA9WxJQGE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-2900985650895191087</id><published>2009-06-01T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:50:12.352+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-06-01T12:50:12.352+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title>Blank...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SiNd1PxGynI/AAAAAAAAAfU/IgSa_6-lgyQ/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SiNd1PxGynI/AAAAAAAAAfU/IgSa_6-lgyQ/s400/confused.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342216752338487922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blank, I don't know what to blog about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is completely BLANK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody put something in my brain please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a topic, will you? Help me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-2900985650895191087?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/2900985650895191087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=2900985650895191087&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/2900985650895191087?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/2900985650895191087?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/06/blank.html' title='Blank...'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SiNd1PxGynI/AAAAAAAAAfU/IgSa_6-lgyQ/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0cCSXoyeCp7ImA9WxJRGE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-1804058695489584859</id><published>2009-05-20T13:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:31:08.490+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-05-20T14:31:08.490+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art and music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title>The Crybaby Performer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-67c6a65be0adc75" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, me and Kaydine went to the kinddy Mothers day concert and that girl was seriously giving me such a nightmare! To begin with, all the schooling kiddos have to stand in front of everyone and sing the Mothers day and Teachers day song. When the teachers start to gather all the kiddos after everyone arrive to go up the mini stage, She refused to let go of my arm and started to bawl with bucket full of tears streaming down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPAN class=fullpost&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to make the long story short, she didn't went up he stage to perform anything, when the teachers tells her its okay not to perform on stage, she stopped crying and gladly just sit there and clapping along with the crowd. It's really a pity this is her 1st performance and I didn't get all this nice pics and video of her doing her thing when she had practiced so hard at home and public places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny stuff is, as soon as we are back home, she started to perform in front of us. Even when we brought her to the shop she is still performing in the shop without any shame and shyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I only manage to get this video of her strutting her stuff in the shop. Not an ideal place but it will make up of what I had missed in the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, eventhough you are such a crybaby, but I still love you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-1804058695489584859?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=67c6a65be0adc75&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/1804058695489584859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=1804058695489584859&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/1804058695489584859?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/1804058695489584859?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/05/crybaby-performer.html' title='The Crybaby Performer'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk4NQX4-eSp7ImA9WxJREkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-2631353103660525884</id><published>2009-05-14T03:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:03:10.051+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-05-14T04:03:10.051+08:00</app:edited><title>Mothers Day Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SgsnZ3ZQVNI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sihHGBR8aFw/s1600-h/0511-0811-1701-0816_Cool_Mom_Dancing_to_a_Boombox_clipart_image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SgsnZ3ZQVNI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sihHGBR8aFw/s400/0511-0811-1701-0816_Cool_Mom_Dancing_to_a_Boombox_clipart_image.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335401508870575314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no mothers day for me... I mean it is the same thing every year. Work work work! Even hubby don't say or show anything! I know, PATHETIC right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year I am feeling quite warm hearted coz Kaydine had just started kinddy and those teachers are teaching all sort of funny and weird dance move the these little people on mothers day as there will be a Mothers day and Teachers day concert on the 15th May, And believe me, this little girl are training like there's no tomorrow at home, at the shop and even in the washroom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those move sure are the most funniest that I had seen in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will goes on like this, whenever Kaydine wanna start her dance practice she will say "Tutup mata!"(close your eyes!) but you are allowed to peak through your fingers! Then she'll do all sorts of funny movements and hum it along too! Then when she is done she'll say "okay mommy! Buka mata now!" (open your eyes now!) Then you have to ask her when is she gonna show me and she'll replied by " Soon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will continue on and on with those weird movement but I guess as hilarious as it can be, I am actually looking forward so much for the concert! Even though I'm really suck at mingling among the crowd of strangers, but I am gonna attends this concert! To see those little arm and legs and hip swaying are just too tempting not too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. 2 more days to go! and I'm cleaning my camcorder and loading a new memory card now! will post it up soon! Even though YOU my dear readers may not really wanna see it! I am posting it up anyway. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-2631353103660525884?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/2631353103660525884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=2631353103660525884&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/2631353103660525884?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/2631353103660525884?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-concert.html' title='Mothers Day Concert'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SgsnZ3ZQVNI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sihHGBR8aFw/s72-c/0511-0811-1701-0816_Cool_Mom_Dancing_to_a_Boombox_clipart_image.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEMHQ309eyp7ImA9WxJTGU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-1496181625163421451</id><published>2009-04-28T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:07:12.363+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-28T15:07:12.363+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title>Someone Please Tell Me What Is THIS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SfapVFKFJTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mUhk4tGnjHY/s1600-h/Photo0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SfapVFKFJTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mUhk4tGnjHY/s320/Photo0792.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329633388666365234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SfapUmeME6I/AAAAAAAAAes/vagC9HJ_Ai0/s1600-h/Photo0793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SfapUmeME6I/AAAAAAAAAes/vagC9HJ_Ai0/s320/Photo0793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329633380429206434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SfapUUhomVI/AAAAAAAAAek/GgaWXjhlbfw/s1600-h/Photo0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SfapUUhomVI/AAAAAAAAAek/GgaWXjhlbfw/s320/Photo0794.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329633375611820370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these picture in the shopping mall where my hand made bags shop are located in Kuala Lumpur 4 days ago. Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Can ANYONE tell me what the hell is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) An alien&lt;br /&gt;b) The latest hat/cap design&lt;br /&gt;c) A baby bath tub &lt;br /&gt;d) A motorbike seat cover&lt;br /&gt;e) A Plastic Horsey look alike toy&lt;br /&gt;F) A lazy guy whom simply cannot hold onto the stuff well&lt;br /&gt;g) All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, WHAT IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After approaching the guy, he just told me this.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................The latest design of Banana Boat's spare parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I still don't....hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-1496181625163421451?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/1496181625163421451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=1496181625163421451&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/1496181625163421451?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/1496181625163421451?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-pleasetell-me-what-is-this.html' title='Someone Please Tell Me What Is THIS?'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SfapVFKFJTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mUhk4tGnjHY/s72-c/Photo0792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEMHQ30_fSp7ImA9WxJTE0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-3037838313392110509</id><published>2009-04-22T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:00:32.345+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-22T13:00:32.345+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title>A Toilet Story</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I came across a really really funny stuff on Facebook. Read through the whole thing and try to control your bladder please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little guy, Cade, is quite a talker. He loves to communicate and does it quite well. He talks to people constantly, whether we're in the library, the grocery store or at a drive-thru window people often comment on how clearly he speaks for a just-turned-3-year-old. And you never have to ask him to turn up the volume. It's always fully cranked. There have been several embarrassing times that I've wished the meaning of his words would have been masked by a not-so-audible voice, but never have I wished this more than last week at Costco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Halfway, through our shopping trip, nature called, so I took Cade with me into the restroom. If you'd been one of the ladies in the restroom that evening, this is what you would have heard coming from the second to the last stall: &lt;br /&gt;''Mommy, are you gonna go potty? Oh! Why are you putting toilet paper on the potty, Mommy? &lt;br /&gt;Oh! You gonna sit down on da toiwet paper now?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy? Oh! You gonna sit down on da toiwetpaper now? &lt;br /&gt;Mommy, what are you doing? Mommy, are you onna go stinkies on the potty?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I started mentally counting how many women had been in the bathroom when I walked in. Several stalls were full ... 4? 5? Maybe we could wait until they all left before I had to make my debut out of this stall and reveal my identity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cade continued: ''Mommy, you ARE going stinkies aren't you? Oh, dats a good girl, Mommy! Are you gonna get some candy for going stinkies on the potty? Let me see doze stinkies, Mommy! Oh . Mommy! I'm trying to see In dere. Oh! I see dem. Dat is a very good girl, Mommy. You are gonna get some candy!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a few faint chuckles coming from the stalls on either side of me. Where is a screaming new born when you need her? Good grief. This was really getting embarrassing. I was definitely waiting a long time before exiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to divert him, I said, ''Why don't you look in Mommy's purse and see if you can find some candy. We'll both have some!' 'No, I'm trying to see doze more stinkies. Oh! Mommy!'' He started to gag at this point. 'Uh - oh, Mommy. I fink I'm gonna frow up. Mommy, doze stinkies are making me frow up!! Dat is so gross!!''&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As the gags became louder, so did the chuckles outside my stall. I quickly flushed the toilet in&lt;br /&gt;hopes of changing the subject. I began to reason with myself: OK. There are four other toilets. If I count four flushes, I can be reasonably assured that those who overheard this embarrassing monologue will be long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Mommy! Would you get off the potty, now? I want you to be done going stinkies! Get up! Get up!'' He grunted as he tried to pull me off. Now I could hear full-blown laughter. I bent down to count the feet outside my door.&lt;br /&gt;''Oh, are you wooking under dere, Mommy? You wooking under da door? What were you wooking at? Mommy? You wooking at the wady's feet?''&lt;br /&gt;More laughter. I stood inside the locked door and tried to assess the situation.&lt;br /&gt;''Mommy, it's time to wash our hands, now. We have to go out now, Mommy.'' He started pounding on the door. ''Mommy, don?t you want to wash your hands? I want to go out!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that my wait'em out plan was unraveling. I sheepishly opened the door, and found standing outside my stall, twenty to thirty ladies crowded around the stall, all smiling and starting to applaud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was complete embarrassment, then I thought, where's the fine print on the 'motherhood contract' where I signed away every bit of my dignity and privacy? But as my little boy gave me a big, cheeky grin while he rubbed bubbly soap between his chubby little hands, I... Read More thought, I'd sign it all away again, just to be known as Mommy to this&lt;br /&gt;little fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shannon Popkin is a freelance writer and mother of three. She&lt;br /&gt;lives with her family in Grand Rapids , Michigan , where she no&lt;br /&gt;longer uses public restrooms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Shannon Popkin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above article was taken from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle Elkins Stenske &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Facebook post. Thanks Mish!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-3037838313392110509?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/3037838313392110509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=3037838313392110509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/3037838313392110509?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/3037838313392110509?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/04/talkative.html' title='A Toilet Story'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkEHRXY7fCp7ImA9WxJTE0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-3641245822759727046</id><published>2009-04-21T12:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:17:14.804+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-22T15:17:14.804+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title>Alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Se7D2xPjZ0I/AAAAAAAAAec/P-GFFF4ijqY/s1600-h/alien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 71px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Se7D2xPjZ0I/AAAAAAAAAec/P-GFFF4ijqY/s400/alien.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327410754924799810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confirmed, It's undeniable, Even though I had been avoiding to say this after so long! Omar my hubby is an ALIEN being! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean of course he still looks HUMAN on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;But inside, God knows what?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This alien Omar thingy has a tendencies to change his time zone whenever he wish, if he is working outstation and he promised that it will only take 1 week and started to give the poor wifey dates and day of returning, even the flight's no and arrival time and sometimes the copies of flight details. And when the day came and the poor wifey call him up just to remind him not forgetting everything, the alien Omar just said" But I've told you it's 2 days later!" I  would be like" Huh? you told me today!" " Nope, I sure didn't say that." And He said it in front of at least 5 friends over dinner 1 week ago?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, , this is not the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, for as long as I've known him (13 yrs to be exact), this alien always managed to make me feel as if there's something wrong with my hearing, I even considered of getting the hearing aid and check myself into the memory loss therapy. However after few confirmation and support from the kind HUMAN friends, I'm 1000% sure I'm not the alien here. He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to today, I still don't understands why he always change his time zone anytime he wish. There were NEVER once he is on time, on schedule with what he informs me. And trust me, It is not a good feeling at all! Especially when there's crisis going on in the country he is working at that time, remember Asia Tsunami? He is in Thailand and we lost contact about 2 days and I was ready to leap into the ocean to find him and it turns out he is in another part of the disaster zone!!! And he got such an earful from the poor wifey later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just called him today as he is in Kuching, Sarawak now and supposed to be back today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alien said&lt;br /&gt;" Huh? I didn't tell you it's today, did I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please shoot me NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-3641245822759727046?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/3641245822759727046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=3641245822759727046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/3641245822759727046?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/3641245822759727046?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/04/alien.html' title='Alien'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Se7D2xPjZ0I/AAAAAAAAAec/P-GFFF4ijqY/s72-c/alien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMEQX8_eCp7ImA9WxVaGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-9019748797580315516</id><published>2009-04-17T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:00:00.140+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-17T13:00:00.140+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hydrocephalus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='operation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title>I Hate MRI Result!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SegMkFwxk7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/aJYYZbdbK-w/s1600-h/sick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SegMkFwxk7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/aJYYZbdbK-w/s400/sick1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325520373527188402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little nervous now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna see Kaydine's Neurosurgeon in about 1 week time for the MRI result she took on 10th April last Friday. Not too sure what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaydine had done the MRI for brain and spine and this is the 2nd time.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the 1st MRI was on August 2008 and the according to the neurosurgeon the amount of fluid inside her brain had reduced but the fluid in the spine still hasn't shown any improvement (even though it doesn't add up either) since her last Operation on Jan 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Neuro team found it encouraging that the fluid in brain had reduced and decided to put her up for MRI in 6 months time just to see whether the fluid in the spine would show improvement. Then they will need to see whether she needs another spine surgery to remove the fluid retention if the MRI doesn't show any improvement at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My understanding from the Neuro team would be they hope for improvement as they will try their best not to do such a major surgery on a child. This spine surgery will be the last option they wanna consider doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh SHIT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I'M WORRIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I will update soon for the result. Please pray for Kaydine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-9019748797580315516?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/9019748797580315516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=9019748797580315516&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/9019748797580315516?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/9019748797580315516?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-mri-result.html' title='I Hate MRI Result!'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SegMkFwxk7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/aJYYZbdbK-w/s72-c/sick1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEcARnY9cSp7ImA9WxVaGEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-6590939534988731988</id><published>2009-04-16T12:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:07:27.869+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-16T14:07:27.869+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title>You Go, Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SebIWv_YcqI/AAAAAAAAAds/kD70jCa84L0/s1600-h/daddy+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SebIWv_YcqI/AAAAAAAAAds/kD70jCa84L0/s400/daddy+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325163902577177250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SebG3-O7CSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/G1qJE6xErNA/s1600-h/daddy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SebG3-O7CSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/G1qJE6xErNA/s400/daddy+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325162274312882466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SebG3rqNcvI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x0UVXLaai7Q/s1600-h/daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 76px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SebG3rqNcvI/AAAAAAAAAdE/x0UVXLaai7Q/s400/daddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325162269327061746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       IMG courtesy of http://www.clipartguide.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long hiatus, I've started to work again after 5 years of staying at home o raised the two girls. What a feeling to return to work again, to feel needed, to feel important, to feel respected and to feel you had the financial control for yourself once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had noticed that since I started working,hubby had paid more attention to what I had to say, what I wore and actually giving more respect than before when I was a WAHM (stay at home mom).&lt;br /&gt;Things are actually getting much much more better now. Before this I would always had to talk and repeat what I've said to him simply because he wasn't paying attention enough, then comes the house chores, hubby won't lift a fingers to help but nowadays he even make sure the children sleep before I came home. The kids was having such a great time having their daddy around more often and I sometimes still get this weird feeling that they do it on purposed just to irritate me? be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As happy as I am for stepping out to the world again, like every working mother do, I worried about Kaydine academic the most! I am starting to wonder whether she can do her homework supervised by her father? And how long can he supervised her? Maybe I need to see whether there's option for shift schedule for mothers at work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, I'm loving it and let's just wait and see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes daddy just had to learn it the tough way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-6590939534988731988?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/6590939534988731988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=6590939534988731988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/6590939534988731988?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/6590939534988731988?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/04/img-courtesy-of-httpwww.html' title='You Go, Daddy!'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SebIWv_YcqI/AAAAAAAAAds/kD70jCa84L0/s72-c/daddy+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0UERH06eCp7ImA9WxVbGUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-8532871857322475357</id><published>2009-04-05T11:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:00:05.310+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-05T14:00:05.310+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title>Pukie Pukie Khalean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SdhImi_XRzI/AAAAAAAAAck/xaoy4E_dXqc/s1600-h/unicornpartyur7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SdhImi_XRzI/AAAAAAAAAck/xaoy4E_dXqc/s400/unicornpartyur7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321082786803042098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people had amazing power and abilities which is just a mega mystery to me. Not too sure how they got it??? Training? Or just plain mind trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I had noticed that Khalean had the ability to puke whenever she wants! Just the other day she was feeling sad because no one clap hand for her of her drawing and the next thing I know, she start doing the throat thing and puke! No, I'm not talking about major major pukie stuff, just a tiny pukie stuff. And right after we cuddle her she start acting as if nothing has happens and continues eating her cake. I had noticed she'll do it especially after she gets scolded by us, she'll do it when she wanna gets some attention from the people around her. Heck! She even do it when she refused food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, But I find this really really weird! How in the world she do that on her own will? Why is it she looked and act normally after we paid attention to her? Puzzle puzzle puzzle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to read there's certain people who  can eat glass, swallowed needle and that really bothers me! So now what am I gonna do? I should probably sent her in for medical  check up? Just to see everything is alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really worries me. I sure hope this is just a growing phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say? sickness or phase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-8532871857322475357?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/8532871857322475357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=8532871857322475357&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/8532871857322475357?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/8532871857322475357?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/04/pukie-pukie-khalean.html' title='Pukie Pukie Khalean'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SdhImi_XRzI/AAAAAAAAAck/xaoy4E_dXqc/s72-c/unicornpartyur7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0QMQ3wyfip7ImA9WxVbE0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-3583361796971626156</id><published>2009-03-30T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:29:42.296+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-30T02:29:42.296+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farang(foreigner)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultural differences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title>Observation Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Sc-9mIwnRCI/AAAAAAAAAcc/bCMqOs-CH44/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Sc-9mIwnRCI/AAAAAAAAAcc/bCMqOs-CH44/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318678147831907362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Sc-9l7MkPrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0gKInxRQQxw/s1600-h/Dirty%2520Feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Sc-9l7MkPrI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0gKInxRQQxw/s400/Dirty%2520Feet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318678144191053490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a subway train heading to my favourite park with the kids today in Bangkok, the train passed through the main train terminal in the city and as usual few farang (foreigner) travellers came through with their ultra mega size backpacks on their back. They looked young probably about 21 the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing strange right? Toot!!! 2 of them are shoeless! SHOELESS! So here I am, in front of them, trying not to stare at their dirty blackish feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These shoeless farang couple really fascinate me! I mean, why the heck they are not wearing shoes in a crowded train? How long have they been shoeless? How old was these dirt and germs on thier feet? Funny thing is, I can clearly see 2 pairs of moderately clean sandals hanging at the side of their dirty bag packs by the thread?! Do they SERIOUSLY think it's hygienic to do that? Or they forgets their brain at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the 1st time I've seen this, I've seen it in Cambodia, in Bali, in Vietnam, in Laos, occasionally in my own country, but the most place I've seen this scenario are always in Thailand. They do it in the train, in the express bus, in shopping malls, in Chinatown and worst...... public toilets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did befriended few of them and as hard as I try not to, voice my curiosity to them, haha!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what is the answer? &lt;br /&gt;1. I love Asia. &lt;br /&gt;2. You mean it's not necessary to take off your shoe here?&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a hippie&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm proud to be one with the Asia.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't see anything wrong with it. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;and Lot's more I can't even post here due to idiosyncrasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure about you guys, but anyone who had been a traveller at least once in Asia would definitely seen this at least once before. The worst is when you are riding the same bus with them and sitting 1 seat in front of them, knowing and feeling the movement of their toes when they are trying to nudge their feet in between the tiny spot of the arm rest behind your seat! I could seriously passed out at those moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know it is a DIRTY habit? I mean, do they actually do that in their own country? To go shoeless and let the feet and soles be covered in dirt and germs and worst worms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have they ever see a single Asian shoeless before without any reason to do so? The only Asian people that I really had seen shoeless are those unfortunate and few whose mind are in La la Land. We just don't simply go shoeless unless we are entering homes, houses, and religious places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we all know that all travellers in Asia seen the "please take off your shoes here" signs here and there, but please, the rules doesn't apply everywhere! No one is gonna arrest you if you wear your shoes in public. Come on! Show some respect to the people here and please respect yourself too, it will not cause you an arm and a leg when you presents yourself appropriately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself in their shoes,(no pun intended) How do you feel when you are facing 2 pairs of blackish,dirty and 'cracky' soles sitting in front of you in a train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling, I tell you... is not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The pics above was not the farang couple I wrote about, but very very similar feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-3583361796971626156?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/3583361796971626156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=3583361796971626156&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/3583361796971626156?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/3583361796971626156?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/03/observation-post.html' title='Observation Post'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Sc-9mIwnRCI/AAAAAAAAAcc/bCMqOs-CH44/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk8BQ3o-fCp7ImA9WxVbEU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-8059213474206656851</id><published>2009-03-27T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:34:12.454+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-27T11:34:12.454+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultural differences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title>Bangkok Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/ScxJJPK9U7I/AAAAAAAAAcM/XkfJuwRZ2Dc/s1600-h/vacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/ScxJJPK9U7I/AAAAAAAAAcM/XkfJuwRZ2Dc/s400/vacation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317705683057857458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, I am in Bangkok again due to some business matters. (again!). This time I had Brought all my family together for the trip simply because I don't want the feeling of missing my 2 little girls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been fun so far just hanging out with the girls here, absorbing the daily life of without thinking Hydrocephalus, therapy(s) and development growth. However I'm beginning to tire out by these 2 little dinosaurs! But my world would have been more fun with them around definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is definitely not the travelling season for tourist.&lt;br /&gt;The whether is hot and humid, the people are mostly sweaty and smelly. Everybody had a down look on them, i think because of the economic thingy. I was kinda hoping that I would rain a little just so it's not that HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls was happy nevertheless. being push and 'trolleyed' on their stroller pretty much everywhere they went. Sometimes I wish there's such thing as adult stroller because i had been wlaking these few days! And there is something I noticed, there's so much less sickness complaints from them when they are travelling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go now. time to blog hop. see ya around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s . To all new followers.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome aboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-8059213474206656851?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/8059213474206656851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=8059213474206656851&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/8059213474206656851?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/8059213474206656851?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/03/bangkok-again.html' title='Bangkok Again'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/ScxJJPK9U7I/AAAAAAAAAcM/XkfJuwRZ2Dc/s72-c/vacation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ak8HR3s5eyp7ImA9WxVUF0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-4505442119372714089</id><published>2009-03-23T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:27:16.523+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-23T11:27:16.523+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>I'm Back! Everyone, I miss everyone so much, can't wait to start posting now but gimme few more hours to unpack please. see ya soon. Sara, You haven't give birth yet right? I sure hope I didn't miss it. And Michelle, Sawadeekah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-4505442119372714089?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/4505442119372714089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=4505442119372714089&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/4505442119372714089?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/4505442119372714089?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcMSHkzfCp7ImA9WxVVGUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-6832482000733233947</id><published>2009-03-12T15:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:14:49.784+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-14T02:14:49.784+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title>7 Year's Itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SbjNQDkumOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/t7ATfwAIDYM/s1600-h/Mother%2520%26%2520Kids%2520crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SbjNQDkumOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/t7ATfwAIDYM/s400/Mother%2520%26%2520Kids%2520crying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312221436204456162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once asked me this :" Why does men always treat us differently after married for some time?,why in the world they always looking sideways at the younger girls, afraid of us finding out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is simple, it's called 'The 7 Years Itch'. I don't know about you, there's even a Chinese word created for this type of 'Itches'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;98% of husband would not admit this, but every husband secretly fantasise it. Even when I did ask hubby what he thinks of this, he will just brushed me off refusing to answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, if I am a man, I would probably fall into this itches too. Why, you ask me? Let see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Itches' fantasy girl                          &lt;br /&gt;1) Anti gravity boob                             &lt;br /&gt;2) Anti gravity bum&lt;br /&gt;3) Smooth skin&lt;br /&gt;4) Long legs&lt;br /&gt;5) 'S' shape waist &lt;br /&gt;6) Smooth and nice smelling hair&lt;br /&gt;7) Soft voice&lt;br /&gt;8) Pretty polished cuticles&lt;br /&gt;9) Smooth stomach with no surgical scar &lt;br /&gt;10) Always look relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wives&lt;br /&gt;1) Pro gravity boob&lt;br /&gt;2) Pro gravity bum&lt;br /&gt;3) Still smooth skin, but sometimes covered with child's drawing and cooking oil or even child scratches from breaking fights.&lt;br /&gt;4) Oh, our legs still long but you can't really see them anymore at home. Maybe sometimes when we really put an afford for attending parties.&lt;br /&gt;5) Spare tyre waist, from producing YOUR CHILDREN! Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;6) Stay at home wives usually smell of oil and food, that's good you know.&lt;br /&gt;7) Wives loses their ability to talk softly. Why you may ask, from being stern with the children for their own safety. So, we kinda get used to that. Good when fire broke out, one scream and the whole neighbourhood will run for their life.&lt;br /&gt;8) What cuticles?&lt;br /&gt;9) That, thanks to you too! But don't you know scar are sexy?&lt;br /&gt;10) Always look hurried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, we are on the down side, however we did caught you stealing looks at us when we do dress up when we are going out. And we did noticed how you always wants to be close to us whenever our barbie doll's personality came to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We maybe noisy,smelly, oily, or sometimes heavy too, but we know by the end of the day, we are still your favourite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-6832482000733233947?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/6832482000733233947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=6832482000733233947&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/6832482000733233947?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/6832482000733233947?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-years-itch.html' title='7 Year&apos;s Itch'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SbjNQDkumOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/t7ATfwAIDYM/s72-c/Mother%2520%26%2520Kids%2520crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQFSHk-eCp7ImA9WxVVGUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-5751323039090272195</id><published>2009-03-12T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:18:39.750+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-14T02:18:39.750+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irritated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title>What's Happening?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's happening? For he past few days I cannot accessed Goole at all. No Gmail, no logging in to Blogger, and jus simply any site that requires gmail account which I had set. Nothing came upon the screen, just unable to connect, unable to connect! It just getting on my nerves! I can see everyone blogpost and whenever I wanna comment, It'll turn blank. I do the cookie, delete everything, cleared my cahce and even defrag the whole system. still... NOT WORKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just pissed me off as I pretty much sure my computer are not infected because I still can use the rest of the sites like Yahoo, MSN, Facebook, Myspace etc etc. ARRRGGHH! what's happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying my luck again today just to see whether it'll went through. &lt;br /&gt;IT DID! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I'm not too sure later when I punch the Publish Post, will it be posted or again Blank! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-5751323039090272195?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/5751323039090272195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=5751323039090272195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/5751323039090272195?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/5751323039090272195?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s Happening?'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ak8MR3k8fSp7ImA9WxVVGUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-9223021098281926657</id><published>2009-03-10T10:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:28:06.775+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-14T02:28:06.775+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hydrocephalus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title>Disable Person's Benefit Passbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SbXdeeCtHhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QVkmjbN209I/s1600-h/cartoon+disbale.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SbXdeeCtHhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QVkmjbN209I/s400/cartoon+disbale.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311394851083591186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image courtesy of  www.dinf.ne.jp/.../david/dwe002/dwe00202.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch a show on TV few days ago regards to disabilities. It's a Japanese movie about a father who lost all the feeling and motor skills on all four limbs, and the young daughter praying everyday asking God to take 1 of her leg to give to her father. It is so moving and the movie's title is : Myu No Anyo Papa Ni Ageru.  &lt;br /&gt;And the best part is, you can watch it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/myu-no-anyo-papa-ni-ageru/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; online with English subs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to me now. There's 1 scene in the movie that show the wife had applied a Disabled Person Benefit Passbook without the husband knowledge. This suddenly jolt me back to the time when Khalean had the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/02/physical-occupational-therapy-part-3.html"&gt;Therapy(s). &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The clerk at the counter also was asking the same question to me when I pay the fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Normal procedure here are, you arrive at the hospital for the appointment time, take a number, wait your turn, pay and goes into the room. When I pay up, the clerk ( whom I had met &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COUNTLESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; times) ask me (again! Which she has always do with a stony face):"Do you have Disabled Person Card?" "Nope" would be my answer, and I always always wonder how long she is gonna keep asking me the same question without offering me the explanation and saying it with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st time I heard about this Card was actually long time ago as I did few volunteer work when I was much much younger, mainly dealing with the Blind and the Wheelchair Bound NGO(s). I know there's lots and lots of benefit if one did apply for the card and badge. However I just don't think as my daughter as '&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disabled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;'. You can call it a Mother's Pride, but again, yeah, so Khalean's not walking (yet). But her fine motor skills and her gross development are quite on par. Other than the fact maybe she just don't have the good muscle yet on her ankle, but that's it, that's the only weakness of her. I just don't see other disabilities. (Thank God and God bless her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Hydromama asked me before:"why don't you just apply it, every medical bill will be greatly reduced and we don't need to fork out so much money over this?!" Then give me this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I- CANT- BELIEVED- YOU-PASS-THIS-UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; look. I just tell her calmly (and politely)that yes, maybe it will reduced so much of money,  but this situation not spending a bomb on our family actually, not too say I'm rich or whatever. (I'm not)Me and hubby just don't see it as a must to apply, yes  we discuss it and decided there's more people with extreme medical disabilities needed it more than us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna wait and see now, I'll let the situation decide for us, I'm not saying I don't need it now, therefore , I fore go it. In the future, maybe, just maybe (XX my fingers now) we do need the Disabilities Card. But definitely NOT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-9223021098281926657?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/9223021098281926657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=9223021098281926657&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/9223021098281926657?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/9223021098281926657?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/03/disable-persons-benefit-passbook.html' title='Disable Person&apos;s Benefit Passbook'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SbXdeeCtHhI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QVkmjbN209I/s72-c/cartoon+disbale.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0IMRns7eSp7ImA9WxVVGUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-8375120724891066070</id><published>2009-03-07T08:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:39:47.501+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-14T02:39:47.501+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title>Tropical, Windy, Sun, Sea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SbHTyAvrm1I/AAAAAAAAAZs/i4U8t14icYk/s1600-h/Phuket-Poster-C10087139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SbHTyAvrm1I/AAAAAAAAAZs/i4U8t14icYk/s400/Phuket-Poster-C10087139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310258291793435474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week to go and It's semester break for Kaydine! I can't believe it but it's finally HERE! I had been waiting what feels like so long to take the kids and hubby somewhere because seriously, I think EVERYBODY deserved a break already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This time around, hubby and me are gonna bring them girls to Phuket, Thailand! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commentscup.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj166/spacecomments/commentscup/comments/cute/063.gif" border="0" alt="MySpace Cute Comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commentscup.com/comments/cute/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We initially wanted to bring the girls up north to Chiang Mai as it is colder and full of wildlife tours, however after the calculation last night, we realized it's gonna cost us a bomb and we are also trying to budget our expenses now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Phuket is good, Tropical, Windy, Sun, Sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-8375120724891066070?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/8375120724891066070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=8375120724891066070&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/8375120724891066070?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/8375120724891066070?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/03/tropical-windy-sun-sea.html' title='Tropical, Windy, Sun, Sea!'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/SbHTyAvrm1I/AAAAAAAAAZs/i4U8t14icYk/s72-c/Phuket-Poster-C10087139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A08FRH4-fCp7ImA9WxVVGUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-5787630168306631360</id><published>2009-03-05T10:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:43:35.054+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-14T02:43:35.054+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hydrocephalus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title>Let Me Take A Peek Into The Future, Can?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Sa9CRe-6kuI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ChQWw05SUmY/s1600-h/Photo0543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Sa9CRe-6kuI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ChQWw05SUmY/s320/Photo0543.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309535353835262690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Sa9CRN7obGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tHLyUG31Cqs/s1600-h/Photo0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Sa9CRN7obGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tHLyUG31Cqs/s320/Photo0540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309535349258087522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder whether 33 month old Khalean will ever walk? (My girls are diagnosed with &lt;A href="http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/02/hydrocephalus-and-my-girls.html"&gt;Hydrocephalus&lt;/A&gt;) Wait,before you guys out there start judging me, I don't mean to sound depressed or even giving up on Khalean, however, as a mom of special children, I'm sure you who had similar situation will agree with me. No matter how we wanna how we wanna help our children, there is always a constant worry whether she'll really really WALK? Are all my efforts enough? Is there something I'm not doing enough /wrong? Should I go to more expensive children hospital? Should I even hire a home Therapist? How about after all these, she still can't walk? Can I really live with myself when she's 12 and walks with a crutches? &lt;br /&gt;Note:I know this is not a big deal compare to other children's disabilities. However I'm still worried. Hugs to worldwide disabilities children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sorry to Mom and Dad who maybe reading this, sorry to my brothers and sis in law who maybe reading this too. I know I shouldn't even have thoughts like this, for I know Mom and Dad are not that emotionally strong. What more this is the 1st disability family members we had.(from my parents side) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can take a peek in the future 10 years later, &lt;br /&gt;just a peek, &lt;br /&gt;just so I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3a0782db3c7848b2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna try regardless what the future holds for Khalean. I'll be the world dumbest mom if I don't! I hope she'll walk eventually, even it's gonna takes couple of years. If not, SO WHAT?! Big deal! I'm okay with her using crutches, I'm okay if she wobble, I'm okay with everything as long as she's healthy and without any other complication! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with everyone who regards disabilities as ' &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;A SHAME&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;!' As far as I know, whoever can even thinks that are &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;'THE SHAME&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;!' (okay okay I admit now, I just went through another &lt;A href="http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/01/brainless-malaysian-society.html"&gt;Brainless People &lt;/A&gt;encounter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-5787630168306631360?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3a0782db3c7848b2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/5787630168306631360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=5787630168306631360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/5787630168306631360?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/5787630168306631360?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-take-peek-into-future-can.html' title='Let Me Take A Peek Into The Future, Can?'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LFVuKRoQDAI/Sa9CRe-6kuI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ChQWw05SUmY/s72-c/Photo0543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A04DSXwzfSp7ImA9WxVVGUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-7874808854772712878</id><published>2009-03-03T15:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:46:18.285+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-14T02:46:18.285+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title>Shhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s729.photobucket.com/albums/ww299/superhippo/?action=view&amp;current=0511-0703-0917-4103_Secretary_Whisp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i729.photobucket.com/albums/ww299/superhippo/0511-0703-0917-4103_Secretary_Whisp.jpg" border="0" alt="shh"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;image from : www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tell a very very very good friend something that shall not be said in public? If you do, did your very very good friend guard your secret with all her/his heart? Or he/she blurt it out in the open the moment you turn your back? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've did a very very big mistake on telling something (that shall not be spoken here) that is very very private to one of my 'BF' (best friend), and making sure I had repeatedly tell her she must guard it with her life and never ever tell anyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well What do ya know, I got a call from another friend named A yesterday and asking whether I'm okay and feeling down now. I was shocked as the stuff she was referring was the same things that I've told my BF a day before! I gently inquire friend A about it and was told this BF had told it in a group of about 5 person over lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now of course by this time I was already on fire and ready to eat the phone and scream on top of my lungs! I put down the phone (despite the fact I actually really really wanted to call this BF NOW) and went to the nearest cafe and had a drink to calm myself down. I was there about 1/2 hour just thinking what should I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I put it, I finally came to a conclusion and realized one thing. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO now!!! The damage is done and I can't possibly shut every single person she tells mouth now. I figure the more I confront her there will be more rumors coming out of her mouth! I decided to keep my cool and will not put myself that low to her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I called her and told her I've already know what she did. Then I say goodbye and put down the phone. I bet she didn't really see that coming and she won't believed that I would actually end the friendship. Well, served her right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why friends would wanna do that? Isn't it an honor someone consider you as a closed friend/mate that's why they tell you their secret??? Why would you wanna make it as a lunchtime stories? I will never know why. I guess maybe you're just bored with yourself and can't seem to find anything interesting about yourself and your life, that's why you had to share your best friends secret to anyone who would listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5001457064604949950-7874808854772712878?l=hippomandak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/feeds/7874808854772712878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5001457064604949950&amp;postID=7874808854772712878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/7874808854772712878?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5001457064604949950/posts/default/7874808854772712878?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippomandak.blogspot.com/2009/03/shhh.html' title='Shhh...'/><author><name>Hippo</name><email>hippytrixie@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07841991526285319156'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcHRn45fCp7ImA9WxVVGUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001457064604949950.post-4407625123245117668</id><published>2009-03-01T10:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:47:17.024+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-14T02:47:17.024+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title>Something's Not Right!</title><content type='html'>There is definitely something wrong with me now. I don't eat right, I don't sleep right, I don't even think right! I can't seem to concentrate and I'm definitely in La-La Land now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the house moving, me and hubby sent the girls to their Grandma place to avoid the 'health hazards' of dust, dirt and mess to them. They had been there since Thursday and should be returning home today. Every parents will agree with me how easy it was to do stuff without young children tagging along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there's something not right about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Home for me had always been &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;NOISY, MESSY and BUSY &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;for me and hubby when Kaydine &amp;amp; Khalean's around, there is not one single moment both of us can really sit and relax lasting 10 minutes. There's always fighting of the girls, wrestling between the girls, Khalean complaining this and that, Kaydine asking this and that, and the never ending quarrelling of the girls. Both of us are always on our toes and sometimes literary crack our head open trying to manage these little monster! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been so QUITE for the past few days, me and hubby cleared everything fast and smooth. However, I can't really get used to it. There's something inside me wanting to bring them home A.S.A.P. I've even noticed there wasn't really anything to do or say when they're not around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wondered, isn't this quietness what I wish for when I'm with them? Isn't this type of relaxing moments that I'm looking for when I'm so busy all this while? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is YES!.......and no. I know now how much I miss those little monster now. And the noises and mess they made are what gives me strength all this time. Yes, they maybe noisy and messy and sometimes makes you wanna scream, but..... . tell me, which normal family DOESN'T?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here some video showing both of them together (not fighting) which is rare. dated July 1st 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c58ef4761e930f9e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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