<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 02 Dec 2021 22:39:14 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>::::DouaWarna::::</title><description></description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com ([nick + susan])</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>473</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-4248635139485432509</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Mar 2013 08:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-24T10:05:46.571+02:00</atom:updated><title>[our daughters and son]</title><description>So after long time I didn&#39;t write a thing here, here are the updates :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Iosua is now walking, joking, laughing, able to drift himself to sleep. He has some words but he has not spoken in full sentences (YET!). He&#39;s a very happy boy and he brings happiness to our family everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Iosua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erLTIcdO86w/UU6ye1ALcqI/AAAAAAAABUA/pJ70v0oyaS4/s1600/11032013386.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;303&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erLTIcdO86w/UU6ye1ALcqI/AAAAAAAABUA/pJ70v0oyaS4/s320/11032013386.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. So, on February 12th 2013, I gave birth to our daughters :) named Adina and Eliana. I stayed at hospital for 8 days because Adina had to gain 2 kg at least before they discharged us. All were born well and healthy, through natural birth. Adina had 1.8kg and Eliana had 2.520 kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are they. Adina almost 6 weeks and Eliana when she was 4 weeks. I don&#39;t know yet if they are identical or not because they weight are different. They look similar indeed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5H5pQzDooA/UU6zSOUETjI/AAAAAAAABUI/eodWCXXmu64/s1600/IMG_1654-tile.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;151&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5H5pQzDooA/UU6zSOUETjI/AAAAAAAABUI/eodWCXXmu64/s320/IMG_1654-tile.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So those are the important updates... more to come with not so important ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2013/03/our-daughters-and-son.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erLTIcdO86w/UU6ye1ALcqI/AAAAAAAABUA/pJ70v0oyaS4/s72-c/11032013386.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>25</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-6380354380766874858</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 09:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-29T11:21:23.666+02:00</atom:updated><title>[long time no updates :D]</title><description>So, I have been taking care of him by myself since he&#39;s 2.5 mo. Now he&#39;s 4.5mo. Cheers to me! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s not easy to do it, especially that I have to take care of my husband and me as well. However I do it day by day. Some days I felt like tiring, but still I survived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lovely boy is healthy and happy! He&#39;s not crawled yet. He likes standing and he starts being able to sit :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His first food was apple juice. Given at weeks 20th due to his constipation :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No teething problem yet i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was strange, he&#39;s soo fussy and kept biting the teething toy.. I gave panadolBaby. After a while he&#39;s still agitated until it&#39;s time to take a bath. He&#39;s soooo happy.. also when I gave him cereal. He refused milk, but opened his mouth to the bland taste of cereal :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now maybe yesterday he&#39;s just hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wakes up now, have to run ;)&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/11/long-time-no-updates-d.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><thr:total>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-6504313090071637459</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2011 07:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-10T10:28:43.685+03:00</atom:updated><title>[by this time last year]</title><description>Honestly I forgot what did I do, feel, think by this time last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found one blog about a mother that lost her baby girl after 11 &amp;nbsp;months struggling. She was born 3 months earlier than the due date. I passed this one when I was looking about kangaroo care. I was actually looking about one baby wrap&#39;s site that explained thing like kangaroo care for preemies. Anyway, it brought tears eventhough it wasn&#39;t my experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine was easier. Just 5 days. Her? 11 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine was harder. She&#39;s our first one. Her? third.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt sad reading that. Not for her, actually, but more like the kind of sadness that brings gratefulness. I &amp;nbsp;read it while I was holding my baby boy close to me. I felt pain when I remembered the past we had, but then I felt grateful for the one I was holding close to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kind of tears that made me able to say, &quot;thank You, Lord&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember those days (again) when I prayed for God to spare her life. 2 days after, I felt like praying please heal her, either here, or there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the total 5 days she wasn&#39;t really breathing by herself. Logically, a severe brain damage was in place. This would leave her like vegetable. I didn&#39;t think about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I reflect myself and the past, I could say that sometimes we don&#39;t know what we ask in prayer. If we asked her to be alive, could we handle her? We said we could, but really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would cost us energy and almost everything. Also our marriage, perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, I am grateful because God, in His sovereignty, knew the BEST. the BEST. for her. for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today, looking outside the window and seeing beautiful hill and sun, I praise my God. I celebrate my past. I celebrate my present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-7oKjDkFAM/TpKehIkFNaI/AAAAAAAABSg/lC1kEscu1YQ/s1600/312625_2242437312863_1606004101_32212353_1398950300_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-7oKjDkFAM/TpKehIkFNaI/AAAAAAAABSg/lC1kEscu1YQ/s320/312625_2242437312863_1606004101_32212353_1398950300_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dear daughter, see you in Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/10/by-this-time-last-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h-7oKjDkFAM/TpKehIkFNaI/AAAAAAAABSg/lC1kEscu1YQ/s72-c/312625_2242437312863_1606004101_32212353_1398950300_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-2565968488203372439</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-16T16:47:48.613+03:00</atom:updated><title>[Iosua, almost 11weeks]</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ocSVEGqshY/TnNTcXiZkzI/AAAAAAAABSc/dKA0ifuF6HE/s1600/301352_2230199366922_1606004101_32201688_682832853_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ocSVEGqshY/TnNTcXiZkzI/AAAAAAAABSc/dKA0ifuF6HE/s320/301352_2230199366922_1606004101_32201688_682832853_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry for the almost rotten blog &amp;nbsp;:)) we&#39;re busy raising our sweet son. Will fill this up soon (or later). But for sure before he reaches his 16th birthday ;)</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/09/iosua-almost-11weeks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ocSVEGqshY/TnNTcXiZkzI/AAAAAAAABSc/dKA0ifuF6HE/s72-c/301352_2230199366922_1606004101_32201688_682832853_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-1348387138239174353</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2011 05:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-09T08:43:13.113+03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Things happened not as i predicted. Should be 13 july but guess who showed up yesterday? Our son :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;the night before we had dinner with friends and went to McDonald&#39;s until 10.30 pm i think. At 1 am i started feeling contraction but i abandoned it because i thougt it was irregular, so could be false labor. I kept waking up and even took a dip inside our bathtub. It didn&#39;t help too much.. At 4 the contactions started every 5 mins, and at 5, 3 mins. We decided to contact our doctor and went straight to hospital. My water didn&#39;t break, but it was okay so the baby was still hydrated. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;i couldnt take epidural because doctor said i&#39;d be done in half an hour. I was scared because it was not like what i planned... And i was worried about the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;But the moment i found out i had to give birth without epidural, along with the worries and fears, i found peace. When this thing happens, i know that it is God telling me that it&#39;s going to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;It wasn&#39;t as bad as i thought.. The pain was more like uneasiness.. Disturbing feeling. Pushing made it wayyy better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;2nd July 2011, 7am, 3.48kg, 51 cm. Apgar scale 10. He was born..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1wN-qXld84/ThfqK4cySVI/AAAAAAAABSY/zcJCXQjcWwg/s1600/267174_2048066773721_1606004101_31970464_5017839_o.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1wN-qXld84/ThfqK4cySVI/AAAAAAAABSY/zcJCXQjcWwg/s1600/267174_2048066773721_1606004101_31970464_5017839_o.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-happened-not-as-i-predicted.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1wN-qXld84/ThfqK4cySVI/AAAAAAAABSY/zcJCXQjcWwg/s72-c/267174_2048066773721_1606004101_31970464_5017839_o.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-2077194514800360133</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2011 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-30T17:45:49.190+03:00</atom:updated><title>[forgetfulness]</title><description>I&#39;d wish this is only a temporary effect of pregnancy. Lately i have dependency on organizer. Not the one from mobile but the real, paper-pen-pencil kind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that wives are external hard drive for husbands. But when it&#39;s about ourselves, I guess the one manual-basic ones will work well:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS75wy0OPXoVBY5vJa-IrQBpAsttm4Zk6trczRdjepnTU2LLpA0&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS75wy0OPXoVBY5vJa-IrQBpAsttm4Zk6trczRdjepnTU2LLpA0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/forgetfulness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-5751939179227322521</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 10:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-27T13:49:22.975+03:00</atom:updated><title>[lipton black tea + milk]</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS5R9Sc499M3Y99DCqfRzufUmVZQX6ynBwgIZnjIp4RbVe3ZPjztQ&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS5R9Sc499M3Y99DCqfRzufUmVZQX6ynBwgIZnjIp4RbVe3ZPjztQ&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it&#39;s called tea with milk. I start liking it! :) I didn&#39;t buy this one cause it&#39;s not available here.. i made it from their tea plus UHT milk. I like their tea a lot. The taste is so... Lipton :D</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/lipton-black-tea-milk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-9038871727106632362</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 10:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-27T13:29:52.437+03:00</atom:updated><title>[updates, little]</title><description>Getting closer to week 38 :) still hoping to give birth naturally (with epidural :D- unnatural chemical :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I made it &amp;nbsp;to the 1st nephew&#39;s wedding. It was short, 5 hours something. It&#39;s good because my ass was hurt from sitting. I went to the blessing at church too (so add another 2.5 hours to that 5 hours something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieUCyOo69wM/TghXr4jQKlI/AAAAAAAABSI/rZV8UeLTlyw/s1600/ns.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieUCyOo69wM/TghXr4jQKlI/AAAAAAAABSI/rZV8UeLTlyw/s200/ns.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture of us when we went to get some air in between the wedding party. I gain weight and indeed look chubbier. But it&#39;s okay :) part of the maternal job :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday we finally finished mounting baby&#39;s bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J9MXiFhADXY/TghaO2TIw5I/AAAAAAAABSM/3b05WavQR8M/s1600/25062011272.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;242&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J9MXiFhADXY/TghaO2TIw5I/AAAAAAAABSM/3b05WavQR8M/s320/25062011272.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s called Transformer Bed. I can use it (hopefully) until the baby is bigger, like... 7-8 years :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a hairy visitor. He has home but he just like playing here..&lt;br /&gt;bet when he grows older he&#39;ll be as ugly as the mother. I want a small dog, not the one that is tall and big. I have 1 already :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they could stay cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I1jBYBgxeEw/TghaScvLoqI/AAAAAAAABSQ/A1pd7ZBxwhg/s1600/27062011277.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;149&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I1jBYBgxeEw/TghaScvLoqI/AAAAAAAABSQ/A1pd7ZBxwhg/s200/27062011277.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/updates-little.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieUCyOo69wM/TghXr4jQKlI/AAAAAAAABSI/rZV8UeLTlyw/s72-c/ns.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-7873571165932914509</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 07:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-23T10:45:49.890+03:00</atom:updated><title>[baby ++]</title><description>So i went to doctor yesterday, had the heartbeats and movements monitored and turned out all went okay. Now he is 3.05kg approximately. He said i still could give birth normally (yee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to have another blood test 1 week before giving birth and went to his clinic again. Last year when he checked me last time he predicted the baby would be out in no time and he was correct. Went there Thursday and Sunday had water broke :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing.. yesterday we had visit from my nephew&#39;s future mother in law. My mood wasn&#39;t at the right place and I just had enough of people visiting us. The children, the messiness afterwards...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m glad Mr. N was very patient and helpful.. but yesterday I had my ENOUGH moment totally. Not to him, but to the situation in which I&#39;m in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if people would stop asking me if i like being here. The answer is no. I am here because Mr. N is here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I have a high state of &amp;nbsp;emotion, usually I will feel joints pain.. left arm/hand. Always. I&#39;ve been feeling it since yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KLM have no restriction to pregnant lady who wants to fly. Isn&#39;t it tempting?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-2013485339502193197</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2011 14:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-18T17:25:38.071+03:00</atom:updated><title>[healthy chickin&#39;]</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOB1H9ypgjs/TfywyzHqjlI/AAAAAAAABSA/s9-0q50NO0A/s1600/pui.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOB1H9ypgjs/TfywyzHqjlI/AAAAAAAABSA/s9-0q50NO0A/s320/pui.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Chicken product without growth hormone. :) It&#39;s been more than one year that we have tried maintaining a healthier lifestyle. We only buy egg that starts with code 2 at least. Meaning, the chicken is raised not inside a production house. They have &#39;free&#39; time outside so they&#39;re not stressed and so then won&#39;t release a stress hormone when they do eggs. I say that those eggs from this kind of environment are tastier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;And now at Kaufland they sell this meat product.. very nice :) we pay only a little bit more and we get good product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylk74vdG3II/Tfyw1wv9aiI/AAAAAAAABSE/TOuYXpNOk-A/s1600/2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;119&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ylk74vdG3II/Tfyw1wv9aiI/AAAAAAAABSE/TOuYXpNOk-A/s320/2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;and those are just some results of my cravings. Spicy food.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/healthy-chickin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YOB1H9ypgjs/TfywyzHqjlI/AAAAAAAABSA/s9-0q50NO0A/s72-c/pui.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-2733284867331927835</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2011 09:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-17T12:20:13.980+03:00</atom:updated><title>[give me chili!]</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRfnhDYUlj1j-gqP0vUmfDwGsLUiTqG72l87foWEr0C8m4NSnZjnw&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRfnhDYUlj1j-gqP0vUmfDwGsLUiTqG72l87foWEr0C8m4NSnZjnw&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Some people here like bragging that they&#39;re chili lovers. I&#39;m wondering how can it be, considering the chilies sold here are not that chili. I&#39;m wondering can they stand pure Tom Yam Goong soup for example. I&#39;m wondering if they can stand our &#39;cabe rawit&#39;. I&#39;m wondering......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;cause when I made for example kimchi and gave to them, they couldn&#39;t stand it. I made it less spicy than it should be (considering they&#39;re not used with chili), and I don&#39;t want to make them having diarrhea :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;oh i miss Indonesia. Nasi Padang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/give-me-chili.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-3567337917652760323</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2011 09:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-17T12:12:16.969+03:00</atom:updated><title>[kimchi]</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6oS5cq3G08c/TfsZ_5RCPaI/AAAAAAAABR8/XcsDB9lyKtc/s1600/k1-vert.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6oS5cq3G08c/TfsZ_5RCPaI/AAAAAAAABR8/XcsDB9lyKtc/s320/k1-vert.jpg&quot; width=&quot;212&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Based on Mr. N&#39;s request, I just finished making kimchi. I always try making it as hygiene as possible, but still I myself don&#39;t want to eat it now during my pregnancy. :-) I don&#39;t want to get some bacteria inside :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;As for the non pregnant, I think it will be okay.. worst scenario is diarrhea :P&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/kimchi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6oS5cq3G08c/TfsZ_5RCPaI/AAAAAAAABR8/XcsDB9lyKtc/s72-c/k1-vert.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-1340890130552238480</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-14T15:50:03.771+03:00</atom:updated><title>[a short getaway, short break]</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0pO7_IuROY/TfdRcDeN71I/AAAAAAAABR0/AkzWuW0qeec/s1600/12062011242.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0pO7_IuROY/TfdRcDeN71I/AAAAAAAABR0/AkzWuW0qeec/s400/12062011242.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Went to Cluj since Friday night. Slept at our niece&#39;s apartment. We didn&#39;t sleep together on the same bed, but &amp;nbsp;separate. I slept up at normal bed, and Mr. N slept on the floor (with inflatable bed :P). We didn&#39;t have fight, only that there was no double bed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Most of the time I ate. Was a good short break then! :) well we also went to visit some bookstores. I like visiting bookstores and I &amp;nbsp;like the fact that now I can start buying romanian ones. I start understanding the language :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;When we&#39;re walking just the two of us at the mall, I felt like we&#39;re getting closer [and felt like we&#39;re at 2nd honeymoon - confirmed by Mr. N :-) ]. We cuddled at the mall.. me and my big belly :D I guess we did catch attention. But who cares? we are married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Now I am back home. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vyt_msmb8g/TfdYPy0NYPI/AAAAAAAABR4/Nyvng0rCFfY/s1600/12062011245.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;152&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9vyt_msmb8g/TfdYPy0NYPI/AAAAAAAABR4/Nyvng0rCFfY/s200/12062011245.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;and I&#39;m coming closer to the end of this journey (talking about pregnancy). Excited... I start loving him more.. (i know it&#39;s a little bit too late. I&#39;m just being honest). I guess i will have more love then. I guess he will teach me the thing I&#39;m very lack of. LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/short-getaways-short-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0pO7_IuROY/TfdRcDeN71I/AAAAAAAABR0/AkzWuW0qeec/s72-c/12062011242.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-2585853010610783660</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 07:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-14T10:43:03.622+03:00</atom:updated><title>[Happy 1 year old!]</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSm7EmdIR5oNWQfNTEUBKfMoUdBFR4I8dG-1eacduMKWt45VGZr&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSm7EmdIR5oNWQfNTEUBKfMoUdBFR4I8dG-1eacduMKWt45VGZr&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Happy 1 year old Jessica Borota, our sweet little girl in Heaven :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;from your father, mother, and little brother&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-1-year-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-599223884044740210</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jun 2011 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-11T06:06:38.115+03:00</atom:updated><title>[morning]</title><description>&lt;p class=&quot;mobile-photo&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFtqt2loNXw/TfLbvxWK6CI/AAAAAAAAA_M/DDZK6b5Q3jw/s1600/11062011231-798116.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFtqt2loNXw/TfLbvxWK6CI/AAAAAAAAA_M/DDZK6b5Q3jw/s320/11062011231-798116.jpg&quot;  border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616793299031091234&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So here we are at Cluj for the long weekend. Staying at my niece&amp;#39;s flat in a room for student. I sleep up, mr. N down with inflatable bed (air bed, that took *almost* forever to be fixed).&lt;p&gt;Going to meet up with another niece with her American boyfriend that is coming from Budapest airport until here. Arrive late late night, even early Monday morning.&lt;p&gt;Picture was taken as i opened my eyes. I can&amp;#39;t sleep more :(&lt;p&gt;this city brings bitter memories last year.</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([nick + susan])</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFtqt2loNXw/TfLbvxWK6CI/AAAAAAAAA_M/DDZK6b5Q3jw/s72-c/11062011231-798116.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-377806646632290485</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jun 2011 08:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-10T14:25:27.986+03:00</atom:updated><title>[i like it when..]</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBCynPvf4wgpDK55hnjENVhsTAjTv2_QTkbnjlfR_Id9bNsfJo&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBCynPvf4wgpDK55hnjENVhsTAjTv2_QTkbnjlfR_Id9bNsfJo&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like it when Mr. N put his ear on my belly and try to locate our baby&#39;s heartbeat. When he gets it and tells me how the beatings are, it puts a smile on my face. Father and son quality time :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It simply shows that he cares.. and that i&#39;m not alone in this pregnancy (as what sometimes I feel)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*that&#39;s not my belly, nor my hands. Mr. N forbids me to put belly picture only. The one showing the skin :D&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-like-it-when.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-6248534091751017499</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2011 15:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-09T18:22:54.084+03:00</atom:updated><title>[Click]</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRLmr3GXl9KFzR_4aHNkMa_KYvJCZCVBF2KBPC0ImrzIOUlBw-7&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRLmr3GXl9KFzR_4aHNkMa_KYvJCZCVBF2KBPC0ImrzIOUlBw-7&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish.</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/click.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-4707333751177599787</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2011 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-09T18:19:53.308+03:00</atom:updated><title>[my precious]</title><description>you will be the one that i can truly call: my own.&lt;br /&gt;you will be the one that has part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGE_NMPRQqzigZGfLMpuLrm39G2tDGkPHgEtSNJMN4e1u8o-zz&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRGE_NMPRQqzigZGfLMpuLrm39G2tDGkPHgEtSNJMN4e1u8o-zz&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my forever love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come and be my source of happiness. my best companion. my joy. my reason to wake up every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i don&#39;t feel alone anymore here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son, i will meet you in no time :)</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-precious.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-5771620350580696584</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2011 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-09T18:16:04.846+03:00</atom:updated><title>[one of those days]</title><description>when you want to hide inside the solid wall. Get out only when the storm has passed by.&lt;br /&gt;Get out when your emotion has reached an &#39;okay&#39; level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forwarding some events.&lt;br /&gt;Numbing some sensations that you simply &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQZp9pBGvINABi4H9e4dDJO5N_XwWAczyFnSs8dTtAqQ_0JFwmNug&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQZp9pBGvINABi4H9e4dDJO5N_XwWAczyFnSs8dTtAqQ_0JFwmNug&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not looking at some people that now you simply &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When routines get in between your so called &#39;satisfaction&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just simply want to turn off yourself. Your brain, your mind, your emotion. Your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When loving someone is not a must. When simply zero means zero, nothing, absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you don&#39;t care about the absence of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you don&#39;t have to fake yourself and becoming someone else that is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when social duties make you feel pressed and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is only one of those days that i simply&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;you, them, and myself.</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-of-those-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-3425985802189890676</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2011 10:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-09T13:47:15.112+03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRWGSW6U_SFQXjC9zo5LQKYrgfrW8FosOKd1V-lfXtq3Ezhc7v_Og&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRWGSW6U_SFQXjC9zo5LQKYrgfrW8FosOKd1V-lfXtq3Ezhc7v_Og&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i hardly, very hardly drying my hair with hairdryer. Now since I live in a country with winter in which drying your hair naturally is a very big deal, so last year i bought Phillips hairdryer. I don&#39;t like buying cheap brand because it&#39;s my hair at stake. So i bought. And i used. And now i have split ends for the FIRST TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start buying vitamin for hair.. :(&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll see if the hair remains like this after I cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know when will i cut this. I said I wouldn&#39;t until we got a healthy baby in hand. But then I think, will i have time to cut my hair once the little one comes? [you know, lack in sleep, clumsiness, and stuff]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way if i catch some split ones, I make it split even more :D</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-hardly-very-hardly-drying-my-hair.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-3427585411535074931</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2011 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-09T13:13:37.496+03:00</atom:updated><title>[pregnancy brain. Attacked]</title><description>I simply start forgetting things, which is a big problem for me who likes to do everything in control (not that good, though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I ironed and I forgot to unplug the ironing device. So it ran all day (from 11am), all night long until this morning (at 10?). :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder when i wanted to dry some clothing up there, i smelled something. And the air there was kind of warm (which shouldn&#39;t be, because up there always cool). I checked, and I got TADAAAA!!! moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about some side effects.</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/pregnancy-brain-attacked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-4979779750417311567</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2011 13:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-07T16:03:53.300+03:00</atom:updated><title>[:(]</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTw7WyppcJmvzXPkNt-wnM8dMBCRRKMuNJiCL6Exfk_4bIxXcfs&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;128&quot; src=&quot;http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTw7WyppcJmvzXPkNt-wnM8dMBCRRKMuNJiCL6Exfk_4bIxXcfs&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;some surprises just have to be postponed because of cherry tree :)</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_07.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([susan])</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-7741435837114484451</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2011 12:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-07T15:32:04.677+03:00</atom:updated><title>[you can take the cherries]</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcStz0mGdSS7nTiLLy2Q1jeDyOv-kvBxRv9munLtLgo1bSm9UJvgxQ&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;&quot; src=&quot;http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcStz0mGdSS7nTiLLy2Q1jeDyOv-kvBxRv9munLtLgo1bSm9UJvgxQ&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, we have 2 cherry trees. One is the target during summer time. Kids around will climb, without asking, to take the cherries.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don&#39;t like them acting like thief. If they want, they can ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if they didn&#39;t ask and I caught them in the middle of &#39;stealing&#39;, i told them not to climb up (because they might fall. Only later on I found out there&#39;re a lot of electric cables nearby. So they might get electrocuted too and we all get into 5 o&#39;clock news). I also told them not to break the branches (cause lazy to collect it by hands).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;ve been a &#39;good&#39; owner of the house i think until today. I watched them breaking the branches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once, twice, ok.. more than that, it caused me to open my window and ask them why did they break the branches? they said? &quot; BY MISTAKE&quot;. It burned me. I answered: Yes, by mistake. I saw it (before). Then i said: i told you not to climb and break it. If you want, come and ask. Don&#39;t be like thief. They said: I talked with some children that it&#39;s ok to take from here. I said: Yes you talked to them, did you talk to me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said I did yesterday. It&#39;s indeed he came yesterday with other friends (he asked for permission at 5, but at 1 or 2 when he came he just came like a thief). I told him, that i said not to break the branches. He again said: by mistake. I said : yes, yes, by mistake (yeah right tone).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They climbed down slowly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little children cannot lie. They&#39;re not ready to cover up the mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let them take it eventhough they didn&#39;t ask permission for it. I let them with some rules, then they broke it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My house territory. Violated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-can-take-cherries.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([nick + susan])</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-141644585069993263</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2011 12:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-07T15:20:43.787+03:00</atom:updated><title>[without alumunium]</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSNGO9gKVT5Ojo_lvf_j22kszIfYXSrpIAlR3bU7JZs05CYGMhR&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 233px;&quot; src=&quot;http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSNGO9gKVT5Ojo_lvf_j22kszIfYXSrpIAlR3bU7JZs05CYGMhR&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so you know that we better avoid deodorant that contains alumunium because it&#39;s toxic for brain and gives more risk to Alzheimer. Here is the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.suite101.com/content/aluminum-in-deodorant-a45498&quot;&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; to read.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when i buy, first thing to look is not how does it look (it&#39;s very tempting not to do this), but more into ingredients. If i see some &#39;Alumunium&#39;, i&#39;d have to drop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, with natural deodorant (antiperspirant) without alumunium, they make your armpits wet. So i guess because Alumunium is used for antiperspirant, so without it it means perspiration (aka wet armpits).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;summer is here.. and i am here using natural non antiperspirant deo ! :)&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/without-alumunium.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([nick + susan])</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3455101561156163525.post-376016252076094920</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2011 12:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-06T15:06:51.065+03:00</atom:updated><title>[ooowff!]</title><description>i&#39;m still trying hard to put transparent signature here :(</description><link>http://douawarna.blogspot.com/2011/06/test-with-signature-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com ([nick + susan])</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>