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The semi-sweet pineapple filling was prepared the previous night,&lt;br /&gt;ready to be placed onto the flour base.&lt;/div&gt;
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And here's the final product - pineapple tarts in its golden yummy shade.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This year, we also had a new helper - Hazel.&lt;/div&gt;
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She did a pretty good job too, of getting the flour in the required shape. &lt;/div&gt;
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Heard from their mummy that Hazel took very good care of Rachel, reminding her younger sis 'Don't always say no huh', 'Must tell teacher if you want to go toilet huh', etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are quite glad that Rachel managed to settle in quite well. I think it helps that Rachel is familiar with Cherie Hearts, as she has been there a few times previously when we brought her to her older sister's school events. Rachel didn't cry the whole day too, even when she came back alone on the school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Hazel, I remember that one of my earliest memories was telling one of my relatives that I was in K1 already, and that I had this secret crush on another classmate. I suppose this means that she might remember some of the things she does from this point onwards and hopefully, she will have a fulfilling childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are already counting down to the next major milestone - when Hazel graduates to Primary One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-5684283049099428806?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/da3Q4KDAiUw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/5684283049099428806?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/5684283049099428806?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/da3Q4KDAiUw/first-day-of-school.html" title="First day of school!" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zutNZjpKZ0I/TwMKKxG7TQI/AAAAAAAACSE/pJtCcQFCiVI/s72-c/IMG_4230.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-day-of-school.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIHQn49cSp7ImA9WhRWFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-7067093493035838582</id><published>2012-01-01T23:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T23:58:53.069+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T23:58:53.069+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><title>2012 New Year Resolutions</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;esolution #1 - Leave office by 6.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8i4J79J6Kk/TwCAILNZhQI/AAAAAAAACRU/QCUTXj1Xsjg/s1600/Region%2Bcapture%2B1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8i4J79J6Kk/TwCAILNZhQI/AAAAAAAACRU/QCUTXj1Xsjg/s200/Region%2Bcapture%2B1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692690806932604162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since I took up my current job at WDA, I have been consistently leaving office at 7.30pm to 7.45pm. With the 50 min travelling time, I have not been able to reach my mum's place early enough for dinner. Most times, Jeannie have got to pack food for me and bring the kids home herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my first resolution is to leave office by 6.30pm, latest by 6.45pm, on a regular and consistent basis. This way, I am able to reach my mum's place by 7.30pm for dinner, before bringing the kids home. The missus has been very understanding, but the kids are our responsibilities. Kinda unfair for her to shoulder most of the things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Resolution #2 - Exercise, Lose Weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXqLJYk5-9I/TwCCLyuL95I/AAAAAAAACR4/OrveuvH6jec/s1600/Region%2Bcapture%2B2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 63px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXqLJYk5-9I/TwCCLyuL95I/AAAAAAAACR4/OrveuvH6jec/s400/Region%2Bcapture%2B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692693068101973906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gpdc6vzMnAw/TwCA1QtrzTI/AAAAAAAACRg/rhoZ7NCLeG4/s1600/fat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gpdc6vzMnAw/TwCA1QtrzTI/AAAAAAAACRg/rhoZ7NCLeG4/s200/fat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692691581504310578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It used to be that gaining weight is just a cosmetic issue. But with a family of my own now, I need to live responsibly and that means losing some bulk. No more gorging at buffets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to exercise more too. If I can fulfil my resolution #1, maybe I can spare some time for a run too. I hope to take part in the StanChart run later this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Resolution #3 - Blog more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started blogging because I wanted to experiment more as part of my social media job some years back. By and by, I realised that the blog has actually become a legacy of sorts, a record of the activities that we do as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this year, I shall resolve to blog more, at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-7067093493035838582?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/cNaTJkiucrs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/7067093493035838582?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/7067093493035838582?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/cNaTJkiucrs/2012-new-year-resolutions.html" title="2012 New Year Resolutions" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8i4J79J6Kk/TwCAILNZhQI/AAAAAAAACRU/QCUTXj1Xsjg/s72-c/Region%2Bcapture%2B1.png" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-new-year-resolutions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQBQ3Y8cCp7ImA9WhdbF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-1431772323975468161</id><published>2011-10-16T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T16:39:12.878+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-16T16:39:12.878+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Places To Bring The Kids To" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hazel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rachel" /><title>Sunny day at the beach</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Scouting for a good spot to build sandcastles,&lt;/div&gt;
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Working in a team, the two sisters makes a gallant attempt to build something...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Rachel, the future ultimate frisbee player. &lt;/div&gt;
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Finished up the day with spaghetti. This is such a unglam shot.&lt;/div&gt;
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Today is Children's Day celebration, and the two kids got to dress up for school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hazel's teacher gave her (and us) homework over the weekend - to make a DIY lantern from recycled materials. Best lantern will get a prize.&lt;/div&gt;
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That set off the competitive streak! Ok, the gloves are off! We are going to outdo all the other parents and we shall make the best lantern EVER!&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, Hazel's grandpa had a brainwave and contributed this old sweets container in the shape of a rabbit. I bought a cheapo lantern from NTUC and wedged it inside. Ok, this isn't exactly environmentally friendly, but I had to get a bulb that works.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Birthday Celebration Part 1, with a party at her nursery along. Cake was from &lt;a href="http://www.pgcake.com/"&gt;Pine Garden&lt;/a&gt;, with 'Vanilla and Strawberry Jam' for the top layer, and 'Hazelnut Chocolate Crunch' for the 2nd tier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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All her friends looking intently at the design. I was told that the Hazelnut favour was very popular. Too bad I couldn't go, since I just started a new job.&lt;/div&gt;
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Scooter from Hazel's aunt and hubby. They dote on the two kids a lot. &lt;/div&gt;
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Hazel trying it out. Might be a bit challenging for now to balance on two wheels. &lt;/div&gt;
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Another cake from Pine Garden - Mango Passionfruit. The adults quite like it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Hazel with her great-grandma, another one who loves our kids very much. &lt;/div&gt;
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Hazel is having a birthday celebration at her childcare centre yesterday and we prepared party packs for all her friends. The pink bags are for the girls, while the blue ones are for the boys. (Stating the obvious.)&lt;/div&gt;
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Just as she lifted the lid to stir the soup, something jumped out and disappeared.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She stirred the pot, and lo and behold, she scooped out a dead lizard! Of all the household pests, my mum fears the lizard the most and she was freaked out. Despite that, she bravely disposed of the offending carcass (no choice, she was the only one in the house) and had to pour the whole pot away.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On hindsight, that is better than drinking the chicken soup halfway and then discovering the lizard's body. That would be damn gross.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;By the way, in Traditional Chinese Medicine, lizard soup is purportedly good for lowering blood pressure (&lt;a href='http://ezinearticles.com/?The-Dark-Side-of-Traditional-Chinese-Medicine-Is-Destroying-Our-Planets-Treasures&amp;amp;id=6122281'&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;) and in India, its a “stress busting” concoction being tried out by some students ahead of the board exams (&lt;a href='http://www.dnaindia.com/india/report_students-try-lizard-soup-to-beat-exam-stress_1152929'&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh, remember the 'something' that jumped out? That should be the lizard tail, which by now has not been discovered yet. Time to call in the CSI.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-4709907084157607159?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/Bt79XV_j3r4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/4709907084157607159?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/4709907084157607159?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/Bt79XV_j3r4/lizard-soup-for-soul.html" title="Lizard Soup for the Soul" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/08/lizard-soup-for-soul.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UDQXg9eyp7ImA9WhdQFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-1509293177309703428</id><published>2011-08-17T10:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T10:47:50.663+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-17T10:47:50.663+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting" /><title>We scold harder, she cries louder.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01ybZp5RLDc/TksnTgMmXSI/AAAAAAAACK0/JkOmOwHpjKU/s1600/tantrums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01ybZp5RLDc/TksnTgMmXSI/AAAAAAAACK0/JkOmOwHpjKU/s400/tantrums.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641646174225456418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Rachel threw the mother of all tantrums this morning. Refused to brush her teeth, refused to change into her school uniform, refused to go to school, refused to wear her shoes, you get the drift.
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&lt;br /&gt;How to remain calm with a bawling kid? The adults need to go to work, Hazel's school bus is waiting and Rachel is still kicking and screaming. In the heat of the moment, how not to scold and shout?
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&lt;br /&gt;Still... I recognise that maybe I should try a softer approach in future. Now that I have an opportunity to cool down and reflect on the events this morning, the advice is really quite practical and logical.
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&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I shall resolve to stay in control in future.
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&lt;br /&gt;A disclaimer first, I have no vested interest in the book. It happened to come in useful when I had a toddler situation.
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&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, among the other topics are "my child won't sit still; fussy at mealtimes; rough; etc." Quite a useful read for young parents out there. Here is the link for the booklet:
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&lt;br /&gt;They also have a booklet on "Parenting Guide for Babies".
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-1509293177309703428?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/YlSIit-NXII" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/1509293177309703428?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/1509293177309703428?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/YlSIit-NXII/we-scold-harder-she-cries-louder.html" title="We scold harder, she cries louder." /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01ybZp5RLDc/TksnTgMmXSI/AAAAAAAACK0/JkOmOwHpjKU/s72-c/tantrums.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-scold-harder-she-cries-louder.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYCRHo_fip7ImA9WhdQFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-1253587335199915100</id><published>2011-08-16T15:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T16:09:25.446+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T16:09:25.446+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Places To Bring The Kids To" /><title>Splash Out @ Sembawang Shopping Centre</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-oYmHAjVqY/Tkoh8GNxfdI/AAAAAAAACKs/MGTqxBqBZVE/s1600/IMG_8051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-oYmHAjVqY/Tkoh8GNxfdI/AAAAAAAACKs/MGTqxBqBZVE/s400/IMG_8051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641358799579217362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather is hot, the sun is blazing and we are in need of some cool relief. So we brought the kids to this free outdoor waterplay park at Sembawang Shopping Centre.
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&lt;br /&gt;Kaoz, the two of them can really run and run and run and run! We spent an hour there and the two of us were already tired, but the two kids are still running from corner to corner, splashing water from station to station. And then repeat. Again. And again. And again.
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&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad, although its a bit out of the way. The place is well designed and water is coming out from every imaginable sprout - from the ground, as a fountain, as a water mist, as a showerhead, etc. Plus there is also a dry version under the shade.
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&lt;br /&gt;Can consider bringing hyper kids there to expend their energy. Guaranteed to have a good afternoon of sleep afterwards.
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&lt;br /&gt;I think its a really smart move for Capitaland to build these in their malls to attract whole families who will inevitably dine and buy stuff there. There are a few of such &lt;a href="http://www.capitalandinside.com/index.php/spaces/leisure/161-splash-out"&gt;waterplay parks&lt;/a&gt; in their malls around the island too, such as NEX and IMM.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-1253587335199915100?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/b2EPAZSfAfA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/1253587335199915100?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/1253587335199915100?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/b2EPAZSfAfA/splash-out-sembawang-shopping-centre.html" title="Splash Out @ Sembawang Shopping Centre" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-oYmHAjVqY/Tkoh8GNxfdI/AAAAAAAACKs/MGTqxBqBZVE/s72-c/IMG_8051.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/08/splash-out-sembawang-shopping-centre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QESH06fSp7ImA9WhdQE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-1576865243205591191</id><published>2011-08-15T15:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T17:08:29.315+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-15T17:08:29.315+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ramblings" /><title>The bystander that became a photography subject</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQqa55JJWoA/TkjQ8FmJcXI/AAAAAAAACJE/u-VrWNHo_cI/s1600/SIWW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQqa55JJWoA/TkjQ8FmJcXI/AAAAAAAACJE/u-VrWNHo_cI/s400/SIWW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640988263994454386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Last month, while on a business meeting at the Singapore International Water Week, I ran into an ex-colleague. She had helped me out numerous times as a model for my photoshoots before and this time, the roles were reversed with her looking for a delegate to take photos with her polytechnic student volunteers.
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&lt;br /&gt;With just one line "Its time you repay me!!", I became her "delegate".
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&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I've always been behind the camera, whether as an amateur photographer  or getting colleagues to pose for magazines and newsletters. Apart from my own wedding shots, I've never been the model, not with that kind of pock-marked face, double/triple chin and long horseface.
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&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda awkward pointing to non-existing objects, smiling at no one in particular and looking meaningfully into the distance. With a crowd watching and with the camera flash. This is karma man...
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&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't traumatise the polytechnic student in the shot....
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-1576865243205591191?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/ldYYaK6lNjU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/1576865243205591191?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/1576865243205591191?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/ldYYaK6lNjU/bystander-that-became-photography.html" title="The bystander that became a photography subject" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQqa55JJWoA/TkjQ8FmJcXI/AAAAAAAACJE/u-VrWNHo_cI/s72-c/SIWW.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/08/bystander-that-became-photography.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIHSXs4fSp7ImA9WhdQEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-8074707354198847038</id><published>2011-08-12T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T16:42:18.535+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-12T16:42:18.535+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work" /><title>There goes the other clan elder</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-miK7QXwQRrs/TkTmkxXAfnI/AAAAAAAACI8/P3z9WH49kfY/s1600/DSC07993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-miK7QXwQRrs/TkTmkxXAfnI/AAAAAAAACI8/P3z9WH49kfY/s400/DSC07993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639886152774221426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so the other clan elder is leaving for pastures anew.
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&lt;br /&gt;With one already transferred to another team, there leaves two who remains in the coop.
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&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is constant, except change. Good luck everyone!
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&lt;br /&gt;I love the buay song face of Rachel. LOL.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-4120623196129592805?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/5At4dh_P0Mw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/4120623196129592805?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/4120623196129592805?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/5At4dh_P0Mw/happy-belated-national-day.html" title="Happy (belated) National Day!" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1v--seXWK4M/TkNHf8WGIhI/AAAAAAAACIs/P0Yj51AQkpE/s72-c/DSC_1139.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-belated-national-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QAQXoyeSp7ImA9WhdQE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-2360617500118317641</id><published>2011-08-10T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T17:09:00.491+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-15T17:09:00.491+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hazel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cute Stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rachel" /><title>The geeky family</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cmVMRXt5Og4/TkKgT0e1QVI/AAAAAAAACIk/jGaAbUN60YE/s1600/IMG_8388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cmVMRXt5Og4/TkKgT0e1QVI/AAAAAAAACIk/jGaAbUN60YE/s400/IMG_8388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639245945787203922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids got educational 'laptops', redeemed with NTUC linkpoints from Downtown East.
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&lt;br /&gt;It entertained them for all of 20 minutes.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-2360617500118317641?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/Ljmi4x-04Ds" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/2360617500118317641?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/2360617500118317641?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/Ljmi4x-04Ds/geeky-family.html" title="The geeky family" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cmVMRXt5Og4/TkKgT0e1QVI/AAAAAAAACIk/jGaAbUN60YE/s72-c/IMG_8388.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/08/geeky-family.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CRn48eip7ImA9WhdRGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-6973820348693957404</id><published>2011-08-09T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:37:47.072+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T15:37:47.072+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ramblings" /><title>Random</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Sunday night, I was woken up by a phone call at 3.45am. With apprehension and fear, I ran to the phone hoping and praying that it's not some family emergency or bad news.
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&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, it was a wrong number.
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&lt;br /&gt;The guy said that he just got a missed call and was returning it. I told him in no uncertain terms that "it's 3 plus in the morning and you are telling me it's a wrong number?!?!?!"
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&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I ran through my phone log and confirmed that no, I did not call him, much less at 3 plus. But he did call me at 4pm the day before. Turns out that he was the delivery guy from the BBQ caterer.
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&lt;br /&gt;We brought the kids for a 3D2N stay at Costa Sand Downtown East. On the 1st night, I ran out of cash, discovered that my OCBC ATM card was spoilt, and that there aren't any Stanchart ATMs in the whole of this resort.
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&lt;br /&gt;Cashless for the next day at least, we had to ration our last $10.
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&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness that the food court accepts payment via EZ-link, that Macdonalds accepts credit card and that help arrived the next day in the form of my dad who loaned me some cash.
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&lt;br /&gt;It's 11.30pm now in the resort. The kids are sleeping, the wife is taking her well-deserved rest and I'm blogging.
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&lt;br /&gt;But there still seems to be a lot of life in the other chalet units. BBQs are still in full flow with no sign of abating, teenagers are still screaming their heads off and slamming any available doors in sights.
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&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder, were we like that when we were young?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-6973820348693957404?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/Ioo9U1nUSBM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/6973820348693957404?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/6973820348693957404?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/Ioo9U1nUSBM/random.html" title="Random" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/08/random.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYMSXwzcSp7ImA9WhdSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-6952129310368148074</id><published>2011-07-22T06:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T06:43:08.289+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-22T06:43:08.289+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebrations" /><title>I'm 34 and a dino!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-32u7rQ1tixw/TiipeqhOMiI/AAAAAAAACIc/Jg8cjkF9jzA/s1600/IMG_8214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-32u7rQ1tixw/TiipeqhOMiI/AAAAAAAACIc/Jg8cjkF9jzA/s400/IMG_8214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631937678301606434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A small cosy celebration at home with kids, parents and siblings.&lt;br /&gt;"Gula Melaka" cake from Cedele, courtesy of my dear sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it does seem like the kids are the ones enjoying it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eF4G2zP9Yk/Tiipd1zzS5I/AAAAAAAACIE/gQO2ZX1lgms/s1600/IMG_8200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eF4G2zP9Yk/Tiipd1zzS5I/AAAAAAAACIE/gQO2ZX1lgms/s400/IMG_8200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631937664152456082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum bought my favourite fruit - durian! See how Rachel is enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qp5GLzS8tg4/TiipeMrWwKI/AAAAAAAACIU/eOIrqxA-9wg/s1600/IMG_8204.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AogyFgLW3ss/Tiipdyj1XTI/AAAAAAAACIM/62_nEmEuHIA/s1600/IMG_8205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AogyFgLW3ss/Tiipdyj1XTI/AAAAAAAACIM/62_nEmEuHIA/s400/IMG_8205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631937663280176434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And she is so thrilled at showing off her durian-ed hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qp5GLzS8tg4/TiipeMrWwKI/AAAAAAAACIU/eOIrqxA-9wg/s1600/IMG_8204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qp5GLzS8tg4/TiipeMrWwKI/AAAAAAAACIU/eOIrqxA-9wg/s400/IMG_8204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631937670291046562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how delighted Hazel is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing they inherited from their daddy, its the love for durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-6952129310368148074?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/Be4A8Ec3vY8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/6952129310368148074?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/6952129310368148074?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/Be4A8Ec3vY8/im-34-and-dino.html" title="I'm 34 and a dino!" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-32u7rQ1tixw/TiipeqhOMiI/AAAAAAAACIc/Jg8cjkF9jzA/s72-c/IMG_8214.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-34-and-dino.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYEQH86cCp7ImA9WhdSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-1879478807735121581</id><published>2011-07-21T10:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T06:25:01.118+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-22T06:25:01.118+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants" /><title>And they wonder why there are gripes about public transport</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYg5C3mhd9c/TieIkZSBoiI/AAAAAAAACHs/nMahwLURtoo/s1600/2011-07-21_100041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYg5C3mhd9c/TieIkZSBoiI/AAAAAAAACHs/nMahwLURtoo/s400/2011-07-21_100041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631620017893253666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two days ago, I had an appointment at Shenton Way, right smack in peak traffic timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allowing myself an hour to make the trip, I started with a ten-minute wait for the feeder bus. Which is usually a reasonable time to wait, except that the frequency was listed as 5-7 mins during peak timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--PRjPRuhEX8/TieKdYf59UI/AAAAAAAACH0/lXR2QzEBbxw/s1600/IMAG0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--PRjPRuhEX8/TieKdYf59UI/AAAAAAAACH0/lXR2QzEBbxw/s200/IMAG0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631622096447206722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Ang Mo Kio MRT, I was greeted with a constant flood of commuters. I usually don't take the MRT, since my usual mode of transport is a direct bus to my workplace. So I was slightly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six trains came and went, and still the commuters keep coming. Gave up and went to join the taxi queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Shenton Way was fraught with traps - ERP traps. Went through three gantries worth a total of $8.50. That's one-third of the total fare that went to the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the traffic was super heavy. Time to raise the gantry fee even higher eh?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CABxEXJ-QPg/TieLgNTifMI/AAAAAAAACH8/t3bDD9F8sys/s1600/2011-07-21_101334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CABxEXJ-QPg/TieLgNTifMI/AAAAAAAACH8/t3bDD9F8sys/s200/2011-07-21_101334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631623244493782210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be a really smart move. And last I heard, COE prices have hit $56k and $72.5k for Cat A and Cat B respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they wonder why there are gripes about public transport and overcrowding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;[Edit] I found out that there is a premium bus service going to my destination. Not right to the doorstep, but close enough I guess. More expensive than the feeder bus/MRT combo, but definitely cheaper than cab. Maybe I'll try that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-1879478807735121581?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/lyuWRpSuLI0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/1879478807735121581?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/1879478807735121581?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/lyuWRpSuLI0/and-they-wonder-why-there-are-gripes.html" title="And they wonder why there are gripes about public transport" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYg5C3mhd9c/TieIkZSBoiI/AAAAAAAACHs/nMahwLURtoo/s72-c/2011-07-21_100041.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-they-wonder-why-there-are-gripes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08GSXg9eip7ImA9WhdTGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-8942448450332902012</id><published>2011-07-17T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T23:17:08.662+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-17T23:17:08.662+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hazel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rachel" /><title>Heartwarming words from the Big Jie Jie</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ba5cIKPPVU8/TiL8tjsmUrI/AAAAAAAACHg/jknOr5AUOWM/s1600/IMG_8050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ba5cIKPPVU8/TiL8tjsmUrI/AAAAAAAACHg/jknOr5AUOWM/s200/IMG_8050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630340343773156018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a few moments ago, Hazel whispered to me "Papa, next time buy toys  for Mei Mei, buy Hello Kitty ok? Mei Mei like Hello Kitty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's nice :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-8942448450332902012?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/NIJ5jVs2AX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/8942448450332902012?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/8942448450332902012?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/NIJ5jVs2AX4/heartwarming-words-from-big-jie-jie.html" title="Heartwarming words from the Big Jie Jie" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ba5cIKPPVU8/TiL8tjsmUrI/AAAAAAAACHg/jknOr5AUOWM/s72-c/IMG_8050.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/07/heartwarming-words-from-big-jie-jie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4DRHo9fCp7ImA9WhdTE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-633166526875892833</id><published>2011-07-11T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:06:15.464+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-11T15:06:15.464+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hazel" /><title>The Gift of Sharing</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F44C6P4zKGw/ThqgTOXYtQI/AAAAAAAACHY/9GjI9IE0INg/s1600/p20110710-224021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F44C6P4zKGw/ThqgTOXYtQI/AAAAAAAACHY/9GjI9IE0INg/s200/p20110710-224021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627986936486999298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The story started about a month ago, when Hazel's classmate gave her a pack of biscuits. Since then, she has been reminding us that she would like to give 'presents to her love friends' (her words, not mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so last evening, we brought her to the supermarket and she picked out two boxes of Oreo biscuits (the third box is for Rachel to bring to school too). Cue smiles all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I tried to 'persuade' her to leave the biscuits at home, and she can finish all of them by themselves. To her credit, she refused and told us "Noooo, I want to share with my Teacher Jel, Hong Lao Shi and my friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we bought enough for all her friends though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-633166526875892833?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/r9sE2gfWxaA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/633166526875892833?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/633166526875892833?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/r9sE2gfWxaA/gift-of-sharing.html" title="The Gift of Sharing" 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uATGIjkDH7g/ThlWqnaM7wI/AAAAAAAACGg/BOlCtVcn2tY/s320/6%2BGoalpost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627624499509522178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that you have seen some of our faces, which one do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-2428663612748542847?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/MSmNmRRggrc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/2428663612748542847?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/2428663612748542847?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/MSmNmRRggrc/making-faces.html" title="Making Faces" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj-mI4Vv-Pg/ThlWx1sNIlI/AAAAAAAACHI/dZCFbxs3e3U/s72-c/1%2BHappy%2BFace.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/07/making-faces.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMNQXYzfyp7ImA9WhZUFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-6008937707957344608</id><published>2011-06-08T09:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:44:50.887+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-08T09:44:50.887+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hazel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cute Stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rachel" /><title>Rachel the Hairdresser</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ftgPD4DwG0M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel works her magic and blew the house down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-6008937707957344608?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/43SQ5wCm9HI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/6008937707957344608?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/6008937707957344608?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/43SQ5wCm9HI/rachel-hairdresser.html" title="Rachel the Hairdresser" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/ftgPD4DwG0M/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/06/rachel-hairdresser.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8BSHg_fCp7ImA9WhZUEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-2677393661764261812</id><published>2011-06-05T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:47:39.644+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-05T23:47:39.644+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hazel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cute Stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rachel" /><title>Our grandma, the hairstylist</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv1fNX4lM8A/Teuk-zeMgkI/AAAAAAAACFo/Bdn3bVBBQIo/s1600/hairstylist1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv1fNX4lM8A/Teuk-zeMgkI/AAAAAAAACFo/Bdn3bVBBQIo/s400/hairstylist1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614762759323157058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Identical hairstyles by their grandma. Nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-2677393661764261812?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/Bikd9uPZgt8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/2677393661764261812?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/2677393661764261812?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/Bikd9uPZgt8/our-grandma-hairstylist.html" title="Our grandma, the hairstylist" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lv1fNX4lM8A/Teuk-zeMgkI/AAAAAAAACFo/Bdn3bVBBQIo/s72-c/hairstylist1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-grandma-hairstylist.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIMQX48eip7ImA9WhZWF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-399476313295746736.post-3675763595172873784</id><published>2011-05-18T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:43:00.072+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-18T15:43:00.072+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trips" /><title>Enjoyable stay at the Sheraton Mustika Yogyakarta Resort and Spa</title><content type="html">We stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.starwoodhotels.com/sheraton/search/hotel_detail.html?propertyID=20"&gt;Sheraton Mustika Yogyakarta Resort &amp;amp; Spa&lt;/a&gt;, and  thoroughly enjoyed our trip. The hotel was quiet, private and had a very  tranquil feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was amazing and the chef was excellent. Every item that we ordered  from the hotel restaurant was delectable. Prices were reasonable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service staff was friendly and always wore a smile. The spa was excellent and we wished we could have gone for more sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Or perhaps the reason that we felt so good was that this is our first  couple trip for more than three years. The last one was to Bail, when  was barely six months old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thoroughly recommend this resort if anyone is keen for a trip to  Yogyakarta. (Though if your main purpose is to visit Borobudur, then &lt;a href="http://www.yogyes.com/en/yogyakarta-hotel/budget/manohara/"&gt;Manohara Hotel&lt;/a&gt; is recommended.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Special mention to the swimming pool:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcgLhy4vBU0/TdKJu6h2gWI/AAAAAAAACFY/dJWw5Mp4aCA/s1600/Yogyakarta%2BTrip%2B-%2B25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcgLhy4vBU0/TdKJu6h2gWI/AAAAAAAACFY/dJWw5Mp4aCA/s400/Yogyakarta%2BTrip%2B-%2B25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607695925107917154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;For a while, I was looking for the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;I only realised this was the pool when I saw people swimming inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pL5Bocc0r-k/TdKJui9sUSI/AAAAAAAACFQ/rxYblaFCKBU/s1600/Yogyakarta%2BTrip%2B-%2B85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pL5Bocc0r-k/TdKJui9sUSI/AAAAAAAACFQ/rxYblaFCKBU/s400/Yogyakarta%2BTrip%2B-%2B85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607695918782239010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bliss is floating in the waters and letting the mind go blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BzDjsxVMbag/TdKJubk43TI/AAAAAAAACFI/Jxq7nHrmsYo/s1600/Yogyakarta%2BTrip%2B-%2B88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BzDjsxVMbag/TdKJubk43TI/AAAAAAAACFI/Jxq7nHrmsYo/s400/Yogyakarta%2BTrip%2B-%2B88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607695916799155506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bliss is enjoing an ice-cream and coconut in the hot afternoon sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ht9w8IEPSVo/TdKJuOLlPrI/AAAAAAAACFA/HHPcXHJ3koA/s1600/Yogyakarta%2BTrip%2B-%2B89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ht9w8IEPSVo/TdKJuOLlPrI/AAAAAAAACFA/HHPcXHJ3koA/s400/Yogyakarta%2BTrip%2B-%2B89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607695913203351218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Fooling around with the camera. Almost got it perfectly centered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/399476313295746736-3675763595172873784?l=duuky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/duuky/~4/0ghdN4eaiA0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/3675763595172873784?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/399476313295746736/posts/default/3675763595172873784?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/duuky/~3/0ghdN4eaiA0/enjoyable-stay-at-sheraton-mustika.html" title="Enjoyable stay at the Sheraton Mustika Yogyakarta Resort and Spa" /><author><name>duuky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15127868923152749023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gcgLhy4vBU0/TdKJu6h2gWI/AAAAAAAACFY/dJWw5Mp4aCA/s72-c/Yogyakarta%2BTrip%2B-%2B25.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://duuky.blogspot.com/2011/05/enjoyable-stay-at-sheraton-mustika.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

