<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:27:53.329+08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='meme'/><category term='2009'/><category term='office'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='nathan'/><category term='occasions'/><category term='God'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='woot'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='game'/><category term='chinese food'/><category term='trip'/><category term='USA'/><category term='woe'/><category term='life'/><category term='home'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='words'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='LJ'/><category term='Tasha'/><category term='love'/><category term='run'/><category term='work'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='pet'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Life in General</title><subtitle type='html'>It's just us.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Momo</name><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-421138831894073482</id><published>2010-03-26T11:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:19:25.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nathan'/><title type='text'>matters of the heart</title><summary type='text'>Which parents on earth would not give anything to have their children safe, healthy and free from troubles.My heart crack into million pieces when my son (finally) blurted out last night when his emotions kicked in real bad - on how he hates being zero on gross motor skills thus he needs to be hero on his studies.Man, it's hard to hear it from him that he hates all these operations, how he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/421138831894073482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/421138831894073482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2010/03/matters-of-heart.html' title='matters of the heart'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-6606772944947477939</id><published>2010-03-01T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:22:04.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when I first started writing dairies, it was filled with unhappiness, fears, wishful thinkings, sad moments, depressing thoughts ... lesser of the happier moments.I tried to keep blogs to track happy occasions, rounding up of what had happened..lesser of darker side.Last week was practically a real testing one. On Monday, the hubby was not feeling well and I got all the frustrastion banged on me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/6606772944947477939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/6606772944947477939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-first-started-writing-dairies-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-7694483627872878431</id><published>2010-02-01T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:20:31.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Reebonz - Unveil The Surprise</title><summary type='text'>I want!!! This will be perfect for my family to do some real great rest and relax - the high life way :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7694483627872878431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7694483627872878431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2010/02/reebonz-unveil-surprise.html' title='Reebonz - Unveil The Surprise'/><author><name>Momo</name><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/_yah_0b2TU2o/S2Z8PK5TeQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/1CAzS1DgAUY/s72-c/5859-18702summitmarine400x600-33913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-4483951928245790657</id><published>2009-12-30T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:01:51.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of 2009</title><summary type='text'>the past few months came and went slowly but quickly. The harder bits slower and the happier times quicker.In Oct - we were totally like just doing the PSLE. Since preparation was done in earlier part of the year.Once the results is announced in late Nov - We've visited Taiwan for the first time and loving it. Not bad a place to do spa, shop, eat - affordable too. The kids had their fair share of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4483951928245790657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4483951928245790657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-2009.html' title='of 2009'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1746037268624558913</id><published>2009-10-28T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:12:19.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tasha'/><title type='text'>of Tasha again...</title><summary type='text'>what should i do with her.my heart is so broken with her sensitivity. But when she put me into frustration, i really am at loss on what to do with her.- a pile of school work done not handed in/undone hidden- chinese oral results are out but she hid it in her drawer- a note written : i hate, hate hate hate.. isaac.. fucking.talk, pray, counsel, scream, scold, cane ... all done. what else can i do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1746037268624558913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1746037268624558913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-tasha-again.html' title='of Tasha again...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-723164540312010427</id><published>2009-10-28T15:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:17:13.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>how would you react</title><summary type='text'>My lunch today was at Sembawang hill where i saw a father dropping off his 14-15 yr old boy who is wearing his uniform from branded school, off whilst he look for parking.The mum was waiting at the hawker all ready for him to be seated. She asked what he wants for lunch and gruffly asked back what is there to eat.boy seated, mum stand bending down.mum ran through the hawker's food list and he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/723164540312010427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/723164540312010427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-would-you-react.html' title='how would you react'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-5061982621473204139</id><published>2009-10-20T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:23:01.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><title type='text'>Bangkok trip</title><summary type='text'>An acct so that i can remember this sister trip to BKK. 17th Oct to 19th Oct 09.Day 1 - Cab from Airport to President Solitaire (near Nana BTS) is Baht400. Cab insisted we pay Bht500 but we didn't have much choice.Reached hotel safe and checked in at 8.30am, after a short freshen up and adminstrative. We were out at 9ish. Ate at an amazing road side stall, chicken rice noodle at Bht25. Proceed to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5061982621473204139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5061982621473204139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/10/bangkok-trip.html' title='Bangkok trip'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-719908708060117252</id><published>2009-08-24T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:57:42.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We went for our Bintan trip despite the prelims and CA2 looming around the corner. Like previous exams, I am always preparing way in advance and then totally relax one week just before the exams.This time, we managed to organise this for my side of extended family though there is not much - mum, bro, sis n family and ours. All 10 of us including kids. We sure had a great time sharing stuff and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/719908708060117252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/719908708060117252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-went-for-our-bintan-trip-despite.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><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/_yah_0b2TU2o/SpIrP8Q3a1I/AAAAAAAAAWM/coHMXjClkpc/s72-c/IMG_3346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1951426684054359637</id><published>2009-08-19T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:25:24.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nathan'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The month of July/Aug was busied with DSAs.DSA - Direct school AdmissionIP - Integrated programmeGAT - General Ability TestHAST - Higher Ability Selection TestRI - RafflesHCI - Hwa ChongNJC - NationalDHS - DunmanPSLE. Everyone know that means. There was once a facilitator who said that it means Passing Simple Love to Everyone. But it's not what that means when you or your child is in P6.----We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1951426684054359637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1951426684054359637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/08/month-of-julyaug-was-busied-with-dsas.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-2298912832647657190</id><published>2009-08-13T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:26:06.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>The last line...</title><summary type='text'>I totally agree on this from http://tribolum.com/:Like the poem, we all see this coming, for all our relationships. It’s what you do between the first line and the last line that matters.-&gt; like my Dad.. I was there when he was hospitalised, was there when he was sick and send him for medical checks. Thought of his birthdays and father's days. But was simply not able to see him for the last time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2298912832647657190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2298912832647657190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-totally-agree-on-this-from.html' title='The last line...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-4592505297927580561</id><published>2009-08-06T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:12:35.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well...</title><summary type='text'>August is a real exciting start. I had alot pack in action this month but the flu virus has more in store for us.family time table and the "add-on":1 Aug- Nathan shortlisted for NJC. went for day camp4 to 11 Aug - H1N1 virus healing and qurantine8 Aug- help out for H.O.P.E.9 Aug - farewell for Ong family as they are doing 2 yrs in USA.10 Aug - H.O.P.E fair and Public holiday16 Aug - Safra Bay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4592505297927580561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4592505297927580561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-well.html' title='Oh well...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-3306144905134057091</id><published>2009-03-13T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:00:38.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>on growing...up and old.</title><summary type='text'>I feel proud each time I announce my kids age till recently. I reckon that as their age increase, I age too. It's not that I want to be forever 25, I'm vain but not that vain. It's just that it didn't felt like an achievement anymore, there are just so many other things to be achieve and not done yet.Last month, when I met up with friends I've known for more than 2 decades, I noticed deep lines </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3306144905134057091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3306144905134057091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-growingup-and-old.html' title='on growing...up and old.'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-5839748273510031460</id><published>2009-03-02T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:23:56.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nathan'/><title type='text'>Smiles</title><summary type='text'>My son is so funny sometimes. The weekend has been a wreck but he made my day and i smile everytime i think of it.During our brunch on Sunday.EZ: what do you think Satan was doing when God put light on the first day?".I had no idea..EZ: Satan was formulating a rectanglar thing that also gave light but it was bad. It became TV..Me: tell me moreEZ: then God made animals, Satan created hamburgers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5839748273510031460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5839748273510031460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/03/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8683998276834397975</id><published>2009-02-02T15:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:48:08.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese food'/><title type='text'>Family eat out</title><summary type='text'>Crisis or no crisis, hub and I are became more conscious of our eat-out habits. I mean restaurant eat out. It started when we realised that we are spending about 200 to 300 bucks on restaurants every month and that is excluding our weekday groceries and our "special" occasion meals.Eating in Sg is really reasonable if you go for simple hawker fare. A typical meal of such will cost about 20 to 25 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8683998276834397975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8683998276834397975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-eat-out.html' title='Family eat out'/><author><name>Momo</name><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/_yah_0b2TU2o/SZTaWKSuGFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bNxUvqc_DbA/s72-c/DSC08980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-7109654231703528699</id><published>2009-01-29T14:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:31:12.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Actions of our belief</title><summary type='text'>Lunar New Year can be such a contradicting period for us - the Christian Chinese.There's so many superstitious beliefs that contradicts with the Christian belief. Usually, we go by the rule of thumb - as long as it does not stumble another to understand Christ.One of the actions I've learnt along my Christian walk is to decline graciously. In the past, when colleagues around me ask me to join </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7109654231703528699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7109654231703528699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/01/actions-of-our-belief.html' title='Actions of our belief'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1927963750078513257</id><published>2009-01-23T11:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:48:22.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random happyness</title><summary type='text'>Have had positive vibes in me for the past couple of weeks. Despite the haul of work - both home and office, the prolonged crisis and weak economic outlook... I'm feeling upbeat.  Perhaps it's when I take stock of the things I was elated about, excited about, the people I love, God I adore, the smiles, great music... life IS a bunch of realistic wonderfulness.Sometimes when things are harder, the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1927963750078513257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1927963750078513257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-happyness.html' title='Random happyness'/><author><name>Momo</name><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/_yah_0b2TU2o/SXmBHRCCI5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/VlFrvRqifNg/s72-c/IMG_1699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-501160811463715089</id><published>2009-01-09T12:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:41:25.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>recent birthday</title><summary type='text'>The weather is a little out of whack these days. The wind feels like typhoon number 3 and now number 1.. my windows are howling with the strong wind. And no, I am not complaining :)since my brain cells are going off with the wind these days, it's better to journal my last birthday. Birthday 08 was nice and sweet. A few days ago, I casually commented the crave for some really good cream brulee and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/501160811463715089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/501160811463715089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/01/recent-birthday.html' title='recent birthday'/><author><name>Momo</name><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/_yah_0b2TU2o/SWbT87RO2UI/AAAAAAAAATA/89E3NDY6zWk/s72-c/IMG_2354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-2067113607053827781</id><published>2009-01-02T09:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:47:17.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Some of the happi things to end 2008 and start 2009</title><summary type='text'>2008 is a year of the unexpected. Both good and bad. However, I remember mostly the good stuffs much more than the poor ones.There was no real plan for most things we wanted to do but most of the stuff that came out pretty awesome. If there is any plan at all, I've only plan to have holiday in March and September so that we can have some breather through the "harder" months. And there were things</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2067113607053827781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2067113607053827781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-of-happi-things-to-end-2008-and.html' title='Some of the happi things to end 2008 and start 2009'/><author><name>Momo</name><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/_yah_0b2TU2o/SV2OEpPBciI/AAAAAAAAAS4/aIrxQdgVL0c/s72-c/IMG_2475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-776147464573821996</id><published>2008-12-25T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:13:19.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>It's not all that hard...</title><summary type='text'>As I look upon Christmas with a different perspective and with different expectations, somehow, it's just another evening on 24th and another day on 25th.Although so many people is trying to give, it was disheartening to see people fretting over the last minute gift exchange, to see people shouting over the handphones at their family to meet at a certain place after the hectic shopping, to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/776147464573821996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/776147464573821996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-not-all-that-hard.html' title='It&apos;s not all that hard...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-2239729984863798737</id><published>2008-12-19T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:31:28.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas reviews</title><summary type='text'>I was browsing through some of the pictures archived in my hard disk. And it's interesting how Christmas marked the end and beginning of each year - instead of the actually New Year. Perhaps because it's my birthday month as well :)As I reviewed the years, it's amazing how each year can be so different. It's this joyous season that we truly want to remember what is the real gift.04: we have our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2239729984863798737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2239729984863798737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Christmas reviews'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1967459005345447533</id><published>2008-12-05T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:22:08.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gearing up for the weekend</title><summary type='text'>Many people would be on leave since it's a long weekend - minus the 43K++ people who will run for StanChart marathon.I sure have my fair share of tri-a-thalon.Sat: BBQ with BS group for Natasha's birthdaySun: morning run, dinner gathering for family (14 adults, 10 kids) - Natasha's BD.Thank God she is okay to NOT have another PARTY for her school and ballet friends - might'as well kill moi.AND - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1967459005345447533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1967459005345447533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/12/gearing-up-for-weekend.html' title='gearing up for the weekend'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8419499318616906359</id><published>2008-11-28T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:31:54.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>har har...</title><summary type='text'>Natasha says she has a joke to share.There is a girl who tells everyone that her mother is good at swimming.There is another girl (who thinks that girl before is boasting) says her mother's good at raising, raising the family.Me thinks: woah.. Natasha at P2 can come up with - raising the family.Nathan says, breaking my thoughts : Mommy, you are good at racing (I think raising = proud of myself). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8419499318616906359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8419499318616906359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/11/har-har.html' title='har har...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-5457288334332861968</id><published>2008-11-26T22:39:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:11:26.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Holiday and simple fun</title><summary type='text'>This year's holiday has no big bang, it's road trip to Malaysia again. To Sunway Lagoon and Malacca. It was such a fun trip despite it's simplicity.  The rides at amusement park were so good - we did the colorado splash, 360 degree viking ride, roller coaster, the wave pool, the tunnel slides, the "F1" slide. Hubby and I were like on honeymoon since the kids had their own friends to get around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5457288334332861968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5457288334332861968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-and-simple-fun.html' title='Holiday and simple fun'/><author><name>Momo</name><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/_yah_0b2TU2o/SS1jIjYwvlI/AAAAAAAAASA/Zhw62xbUx8Q/s72-c/IMG_2037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-3975031248473635565</id><published>2008-11-26T21:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:39:05.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nathan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Seasons change, city change</title><summary type='text'>Some back dated and random Oct posts... We didn't put any effort to do anything for Nathan's birthday which fell promptly in between final school examinations. On the actual day, I thought of getting him a small cake so that we will just do a quick tiny birthday celebration. And the dad actually bought the large cake from NYDC that costs $70 ... and we ate till we bloat like puffer fish. This boy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3975031248473635565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3975031248473635565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/11/seasons-change-city-change.html' title='Seasons change, city change'/><author><name>Momo</name><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/_yah_0b2TU2o/SS1MOT4NxeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/0ioJSKSRB1k/s72-c/IMG_1890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8907841433485313959</id><published>2008-11-26T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:57:09.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>God's grace</title><summary type='text'>Hubby is safe for the time being. The list of those who took the package and ask to leave is done.Out of his previous team of 5, he's the only one left. He will know the new structure in the next few days.Thank God and I pray that His grace continues ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8907841433485313959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8907841433485313959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/11/gods-grace.html' title='God&apos;s grace'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-9034455430927180504</id><published>2008-11-26T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:16:53.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><summary type='text'>Hubby went back to work today after his 2 weeks compliance leave. His boss took the package and her last day was yesterday - no handover, no goodbye. His good friend will be having his last day today. A few he talked worked closely with is already gone. Boy, what a horrendous feeling to see things collasping around you.The exercise will carry out till this friday. He may or may not be on the list</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/9034455430927180504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/9034455430927180504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/11/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8514093547738908543</id><published>2008-11-20T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:49:02.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wonderful ...</title><summary type='text'>Every year, he will need to go on compliance 2 weeks leave. Last year, it was used on the USA's trip with me.This year, since I'm in a new job (=no chance to take leave), he took this time to take care of the miscellenous stuff around the house.He had:- repaired the ailing shoe rack.- called the plumber to get our bathroom's choke cleared.- bought the children's 2009 school books and wrapped them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8514093547738908543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8514093547738908543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonderful.html' title='the wonderful ...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1783129593949452255</id><published>2008-11-11T10:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:42:21.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Pre-Exam fun</title><summary type='text'>We made a trip to the the Jurong Bird Park before exams came.. and went. The adventure started even before we reached the park, we almost entered Jurong Island. duh.. we enjoyed ourselves despite the scale of the place. I think we don't mind going again :)  Before the JBP adventure.  We supported Nathan's piano teacher who was part of the NAFA orchestra team at the Botanics. So the kids poses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1783129593949452255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1783129593949452255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/11/pre-exam-fun.html' title='Pre-Exam fun'/><author><name>Momo</name><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/_yah_0b2TU2o/SRj1SfOXH-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/8XP-tJXICts/s72-c/IMG_1775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-6371349580147038165</id><published>2008-11-11T09:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:03:50.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing love</title><summary type='text'>I've been too busy. With things to do, to be done and plan to do. But I want to thank God the many things he's blessing and had blessed.A couple of months ago, J and J asked for prayers for their little nephew, Jovan. He's a 4 year-old with liver cancer, 4th stage. That is about the most terminating stage. I cringe when I listen on - on his treatment and hospital stay.Now, this is not the first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/6371349580147038165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/6371349580147038165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/11/amazing-love.html' title='Amazing love'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8391644825018820223</id><published>2008-10-20T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:18:50.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Denial, lacking of.. and lesser</title><summary type='text'>After mugging the entire afternoon for the exams that is around the corner. I decided we should stretch ourselves at the nearby park at 6pm. It was a good thing that it poured earlier and we had some great fresh air whilst we take our evening exercise. The kids weren't too enthuse about it, they are the "I-rather-sit-on-couch-and-move-my finger-than-go-out" type of kids. I didn't create them that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8391644825018820223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8391644825018820223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/10/denial-lacking-of-and-lesser.html' title='Denial, lacking of.. and lesser'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-2679457959054753908</id><published>2008-09-15T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:39:01.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>random</title><summary type='text'>So I am feeling a little melancholy today.hen Natasha told me about a friend crying over a dog that was tortured and put to death at SPCA, it almost a hard lump in my throat. Especially when she said : so mommy, the teacher says that dogs have feelings too.Me thinks: have I been neglecting the feelings of people around me these days?....The b decides to pass a staff who was in PA work for our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2679457959054753908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2679457959054753908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/09/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-934770512073966492</id><published>2008-08-26T09:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:48:09.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When girls just wanna have fun...</title><summary type='text'>Facebook is such an incredible social portal to use. A secondary friend organised a long awaited get together and we had so much fun that we decide to do this every year instead of every Olympics year! To think that I was a hesitant on turning up since I wasn't sure how it'd turn out to be. I wasn't exactly the most sociable or popular person in school and a closer sec friend and I IMed... to go,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/934770512073966492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/934770512073966492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='When girls just wanna have fun...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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/_yah_0b2TU2o/SLNe5P3pecI/AAAAAAAAAL4/AnIMC1a7NlE/s72-c/IMG_0741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-388253670021331859</id><published>2008-08-18T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:54:20.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being Singaporean</title><summary type='text'>I truly feel proud to be a Singaporean when I watched Singapore's flag raised during the Olympics last night.Even though we knew it was a difficult match to win Gold, we cheered from home for the ladies when they played against China.This tells me that dreams really do come true....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/388253670021331859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/388253670021331859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-singaporean.html' title='being Singaporean'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8497340809642248655</id><published>2008-08-12T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:10:49.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In sickness and in health</title><summary type='text'>Being sick is no fun.For the entire ND holidays, the kids and I had to stay put at home, hecking away with aching bones. TeeVee became our best mate.Our temperature for the day (for those interested in buying toto): 39.8, 37.9, 38.2, 38.8, 37.5, 39.2eh, not numbers that'd win that 8 million bucks.Being sick is no fun.The tongue put up a strike since there's just so much medicine that's killing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8497340809642248655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8497340809642248655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-sickness-and-in-health.html' title='In sickness and in health'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-7943698421149462491</id><published>2008-07-21T15:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:28:28.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run'/><title type='text'>The Run</title><summary type='text'>The 10k shape run for me is true test of perseverance. This time, I put in slightly more effort to train and prepare for the run.1) did at least once a week of at least 5km run2) swam 10 laps every week3) slept early before the run4) drank chicken essence, a banana for carbo, a snack bar and drank a glass of water in the morning of the run5) put on sun blockIn comparison to that very unprepared </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7943698421149462491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7943698421149462491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/07/run.html' title='The Run'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/SIR_d3HPDEI/AAAAAAAAALo/9URTqCwsaTI/s72-c/IMG_0743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-4154715062190072867</id><published>2008-07-11T12:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:43:48.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vigin/Maiden attempts</title><summary type='text'>I attempted a few firsts in a span of 2 weeks! Boy, I think these injections of excitement give healthy adrenaline to my bod and brain.1. First attempt cooking RamenI suspect that my family (yes, children inclusive) love for Ramen starts from watching Japan hour. The travelogue is always full of wonderful soup base with noodles that has that amazing texture. When we visited Japan last year, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4154715062190072867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4154715062190072867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/07/viginmaiden-attempts.html' title='Vigin/Maiden attempts'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/SHn_auuDMoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LiNLPwwXxSg/s72-c/IMG_0585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-3792580217268892630</id><published>2008-06-09T10:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:21:03.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>weekend, continue...</title><summary type='text'>We woke up at 6.15am and got ready to set off for the SAAB duathlon. I run the 5K, they support. This race was against all odds. It's a relay - 5K run/20K cycle/2.5k run. I wanted to join the Saucony run instead but due to the pressure that this is a company sponsored (not main) so the marketing group is rallying to have the most numbers of participants. So I was the first leg, a guy (HT) was the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3792580217268892630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3792580217268892630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend-continue.html' title='weekend, continue...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/SEyagOZkeSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hHZCUx_5tmM/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1074508748447766068</id><published>2008-06-08T22:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:48:43.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>A totally different weekend</title><summary type='text'>We broke aways from the norm this weekend and it was fulfilling.Our usual children activities packed weekend started with a leisure Sat morning at my sister's place. Nathan and Tasha is at church camp the whole day.We played with Isaac, exchange DVD dramas, update on things and watch Nigella's cooking.Breakfast was in simple western style and a few nice laughs. Isaac (Z) Ong on my legs  We got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1074508748447766068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1074508748447766068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/06/totally-different-weekend.html' title='A totally different weekend'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/SEvuX78J8rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vK1IqvepCvQ/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-7854420779350392910</id><published>2008-06-05T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:33:13.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>For memories sake</title><summary type='text'>I have to start doing this more often since I don't remember things that happen years ago. I've been reading some archives of some LJ friends and also mine.- I found out that I am still not that huge on uploading pics - which often is the common draw for others to read your entries.- I realised that my pet dog is 5yrs old already.- that I went on more holidays than I remembered.Anyways, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7854420779350392910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7854420779350392910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-memories-sake.html' title='For memories sake'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1714260918118001251</id><published>2008-05-28T07:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:28:28.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Work woes...</title><summary type='text'>I wish I had some other ways to keep up to the living standards in Sg.Especially now when I am feeling all time low in my career. To put into analogy how I am feeling now...It's so easy to have credit cards in Sg. As long as you earn 30K per annum, you are invited to the whole spread of cards from all sorts of bank - ABN Ambro, StanChart, DBS, UOB, AMEX, Citi, HSBC... each carries their merits so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1714260918118001251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1714260918118001251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/05/work-woes.html' title='Work woes...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-4922594684972149699</id><published>2008-05-26T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:11:13.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>is that light at the end of the tunnel</title><summary type='text'>The past couple of months had actually been the hardest. Last year, work though was challenging, it was manageable. In fact it was fun.- My mum claims (yes claims) that she is very sick. She've seen at least a dozen of doctors and insists that none of them wants to tell her or pay attention to what problem she has. I learnt through siblings and herself that she is also turning to whatever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4922594684972149699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4922594684972149699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-that-light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='is that light at the end of the tunnel'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-74862723250985063</id><published>2008-05-26T08:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:56:28.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>for records</title><summary type='text'>It's holiday. Nathan and Tasha expressed it loud and clear by singing "What time is it?" from HSM Wii last night : "It's our vacation. What time is it? Party time. That's right, say it loud!" haha. We've all been too pressured to do well for their exams... yes, I wrote it correctly, WE. not THEY.get it?Nathan did pretty okay, I think he (and I) had very high expectations but I was please with his</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/74862723250985063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/74862723250985063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-records.html' title='for records'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/SDovjfdTPuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vlX4pMwC8dY/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-7281434115059676075</id><published>2008-05-06T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:06:16.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been some time</title><summary type='text'>Quite a bit of drama in April that I didn't really sat down to think through the moments. I realised that I've been whirled into May 2008.It's Exam week. I tink I am pretty cool about it. At least I am still at work but pump the poor kids with loads of practice papers. There is no way to do last minute revision and preparation but by them doing up the practice papers, it helps me relax. How evil </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7281434115059676075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7281434115059676075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-some-time.html' title='it&apos;s been some time'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-3383942837150251172</id><published>2008-04-09T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:43:56.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Lotus root chips</title><summary type='text'>So I did try it last evening.I am so game to try out new recipes - those express ones. Since last week, I've tried to do Nigella's few dressings and roast. When I saw vanessafrida's recipe on the chips. I couldn't resist. I just needed to buy the garlic powder and lotus root - I needed something for soup last night anyways. The kids saw me mix in the garlic powder and thought poorly about it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3383942837150251172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3383942837150251172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/04/lotus-root-chips.html' title='Lotus root chips'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/R_xzgbiJdZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/U4OALsDU2XE/s72-c/IMG_1788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-2947300881570353214</id><published>2008-03-27T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:56:17.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at all time low..</title><summary type='text'>this happened yesterday...----------------------------------Natasha's form teacher rang me up - 10 mins ago. Oh urh...My vibes can never go wrong. Everytime I sense that something is not right (I felt it last night), it'd surface. It's a relief to the hunch because my imagination tends to go wild and I get pretty restless and start picking on things. The last time I got that hunch, I escalated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2947300881570353214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2947300881570353214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/03/at-all-time-low.html' title='at all time low..'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-7470729518541631602</id><published>2008-02-21T08:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:24:22.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Liar Liar, pants on fire?</title><summary type='text'>Sometime ago, I discussed with some friends that my girl is a "convenient" liar. She tells her teacher one thing and spin an entire different tale to me. Plus, she is very believable. She was not punished but certainly didn't go without getting reprimanded. I had no idea how to deal with her because it hasn't gone on the seriously bad and I hate to be harsh. My son is no angel. But so far, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7470729518541631602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7470729518541631602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/02/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title='Liar Liar, pants on fire?'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1777274510958843527</id><published>2008-02-20T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:20:15.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>companion</title><summary type='text'>Sweets for my Sweet is a fun show to watch and to get a lot of tips on where to get great desserts around the island.This Monday, I had dinner else where the hubby and kids saw the programme and recorded the show for my sake. I watched the recorded piece last night and we exchanged comments about the show.. about Jamie, about Daniel. And at the end of the show he said that watching the programme </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1777274510958843527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1777274510958843527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/02/companion.html' title='companion'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1414660699540272678</id><published>2008-02-18T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:04:03.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year and Valentines</title><summary type='text'>I did feel a bit of a slack starting of this year. Still hoping that a gush of energy will emerge somehow from somewhere.what's memorable this CNY?- Constance's red bean soup/paste with HD Hazelnut crunch ice-cream- short but power catching-up gathering at Jake and Dinah's place.- Jas's white fungus dessert, though too sweet but worth a try to make.- the little gambling game with my family. Why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1414660699540272678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1414660699540272678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-and-valentines.html' title='Chinese New Year and Valentines'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-2147249938681270878</id><published>2008-01-16T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:13:17.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Cherish</title><summary type='text'>I came home, cherishing the kids. I told them about Canaan and Nathan asked about Celebral Palsy. I pieced a lesson about commiting our weakness to God who will provide everything we need. In times like this, HE would give us comfort and is our refuge.ISaiah 40:31 says - but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2147249938681270878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2147249938681270878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/01/cherish.html' title='Cherish'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-5440458660065029278</id><published>2008-01-16T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:21:33.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracious Grace</title><summary type='text'>When it comes to death to a close one, there is little comfort other people can provide. All the more a mother losing her newborn. Only God can soothe that deep pain.Canaan came to the world during Christmas 07 and had his last fight on Monday. Though it all, God was present. I cry for a friend who is hurting that much, I cry for a child who has not had a chance to get to know his love ones </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5440458660065029278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5440458660065029278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/01/gracious-grace.html' title='Gracious Grace'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-3730909334436012839</id><published>2008-01-11T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:34:14.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woot'/><title type='text'>....</title><summary type='text'>On the way to office this morning, I spotted a good looking chap at the lobby. And he is a staff. Fwah, some department finally made some good sense in hiring.... hmm, life is getting mundane to being caring about trival things eh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3730909334436012839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3730909334436012839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-5685354681236988320</id><published>2008-01-08T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:40:24.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can only imagine</title><summary type='text'>A source of inspiration for:- providing good stewardship over my kids- Do that impossible runs or biathalon or even triathalonThe story of the Hoyt team.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5685354681236988320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5685354681236988320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-can-only-imagine.html' title='I can only imagine'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-2799698289249366659</id><published>2008-01-08T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:11:45.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the goal alive</title><summary type='text'>Got my butt off my comfy sofa and did my practice run with Nathan. I did 2Km in 20mins and he did 1.5km though he walked more than jog.The air was breezy and cool. We saw vibrant coloured blooms and a blue bird decided to pop by our path!There was no particular excitement to the new year. 2008 seemed to just a better adjusted 2007. I had a lot of reservation and uncertainty when I first joined, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2799698289249366659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2799698289249366659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/01/keeping-goal-alive.html' title='Keeping the goal alive'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-2611686329474096660</id><published>2008-01-08T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:33:44.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my last written post in LJ</title><summary type='text'>2007 had been honestly a fruitful year and the months flew a little too fast.  Recalling the good bits and achievements of the year. I have short fuse memory for bad things.Work- Thank God for a helpful, understanding and can-click mentor/immediate male reporting boss. Thank God for a Christian lady overall boss.- Given a lot of opportunities to learn and push through some initiatives I suggested</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2611686329474096660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2611686329474096660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-last-written-post-in-lj.html' title='my last written post in LJ'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-671966050876605714</id><published>2007-12-27T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T16:46:23.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays..</title><summary type='text'>would anyone ever know?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/671966050876605714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/671966050876605714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthdays.html' title='birthdays..'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-4999285153296283514</id><published>2007-12-27T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T10:17:50.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Boxing day was saved by Sis. Yes, I called her and boo-ed my woes out and she helped me by getting to her maid agency, we spent the morning getting through the maid. And headed for brunch before watching Alvin and the Chipmunks movie. I had originally thought that they'd be modifying the chipmunks too much and won't be able to bring out the true flavour. But as it turns out, it was entertaining! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4999285153296283514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4999285153296283514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/12/post-christmas.html' title='post Christmas'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-7256024538249952381</id><published>2007-12-27T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:04:24.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>.....</title><summary type='text'>I've anticipated the day to come and it became one of the worst day of the year. It seems to me that my spouse cannot live without a helper. Without any meaning to complain or whatsoever, I did most of the housechores. The children can tell that I am doing alot and tries to do their part voluntarily. The spouse also does some but really, I clean, mop, wash, dust, cook ... amongst Christmas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7256024538249952381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7256024538249952381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-3629131702926016193</id><published>2007-12-25T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:28:42.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woe'/><title type='text'>woes..</title><summary type='text'>Woe to being a modern woman.With so much freedom, comes so much responsibility.Woe to being a modern mum.Expected to work like a man in office, yet worries for the children's future.Woe to being a modern wife.Knowing sexual needs yet cannot bring it all up after all a hard days work and hard night chores.Woe to being a modern lady.Experienced life but therefore need to be all rounder - beautiful,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3629131702926016193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3629131702926016193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/12/woes.html' title='woes..'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1349920624538621665</id><published>2007-12-25T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:22:34.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Wise words</title><summary type='text'>My niece just finished her GCE 'O' levels examinations and during this holiday, she starts work at the airport. Her mum complains about how late she gets home. Knocking off at 11.30pm and reaching home at 12.15am. The daughter says that her mum is paranoid. The mum says it's so dangerous for a young girl to be home so late alone and they are not depending on her to bring home the dough. Mum kept </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1349920624538621665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1349920624538621665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/12/wise-words.html' title='Wise words'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1504812324941023245</id><published>2007-12-13T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:32:44.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Power" Christmas Song</title><summary type='text'>My LJ blog mummy friend put this up in her blog and this song gives me so much memories to Faith AG!This song never fails to get me all teary. To think that we are like ikan bilis to God but yet He gave us the best Christmas gift.This song is probably one of the most inspiring whenever I feel really depress, feeling thoroughly like the man hung, crying in the rain. Because of His love, I walk on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1504812324941023245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1504812324941023245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/12/power-christmas-song.html' title='&quot;Power&quot; Christmas Song'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-3683062434858011496</id><published>2007-11-17T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T10:13:52.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City revisit...</title><summary type='text'>New York City this time feels like a totally different experience from the last time I was here.My colleague who was here with me, gave me all the insights to shopping. REAL shopping. Century 21, Macy's, H&amp;M.. her choices of designer tags for shoes, bags, clothes. She demostrated how heavenly NYC is for shopping. I totally agree with her!After she left, my hubby joined me. He had packed all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3683062434858011496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3683062434858011496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-york-city-revisit.html' title='New York City revisit...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-3509545419114791299</id><published>2007-10-23T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:07:09.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nathan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>For Nathan</title><summary type='text'>I feel bad for spending the day being laden by marital woes yesterday when I really should be celebrating Nathan's actual 10th birtday.10 years ago, blogging and phototaking has not birth but my son had.10 years ago, if I had invested what I did in my son, I could be rich - materially but not spiritually, emotional and all intangible benefits where I don't know how to start describing.10 years </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3509545419114791299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3509545419114791299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-nathan.html' title='For Nathan'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1274941878256541832</id><published>2007-10-22T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:08:09.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>about marital fights</title><summary type='text'>we've been doing alot of verbal fights these days between us. I hate it but I've been trying my utmost best to ignore it. It's been like for 8 months already.Perhaps because there is a bugging resentment in me and when I say it, he does not want to acknowledge it at all.My temperament is always been on the hot side. To me, I've been calming that alot, it takes enormous effort to do it but he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1274941878256541832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1274941878256541832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/10/about-marital-fights.html' title='about marital fights'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1091526587654867357</id><published>2007-10-17T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T10:15:04.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><title type='text'>New York, New York..</title><summary type='text'>So it's approved and all confirmed. I'd be working on an event next month in Manhattan and work in the office for a couple of days... then it's holiday!And hubby is coming to join me for this trip. We'd be roaming Times Square, fifth Avenue, central park. Visit MOMA, go up Rockefella centre and perhaps attend a broadway play. He would be doing the liberty cruise, perhaps go to Empire State </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1091526587654867357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1091526587654867357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York..'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8583998353049946364</id><published>2007-09-25T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:37:17.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>kids questions</title><summary type='text'>I am trying out the telecommunting scheme every Wednesdays. Last week, I had breakfast with my girl and she asks the strangest questions. - Why do babies die in the stomach?Her question took me quite by surprise and after answering her. It got me thinking on how I just wanted a normal, healthy baby then and how I've progress to demand so much more from her now. There are times like this that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8583998353049946364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8583998353049946364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/09/kids-questions.html' title='kids questions'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-3414767529119641857</id><published>2007-09-20T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:41:52.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>look-a-like meter</title><summary type='text'>my sis put this up and I thought it'd be quite fun too to try to do the matching..I have stronger genes?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3414767529119641857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3414767529119641857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/09/look-like-meter.html' title='look-a-like meter'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-4701295894610388616</id><published>2007-09-19T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:19:57.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>On controversial topic</title><summary type='text'>A colleague (also a fellow bro-in-christ) sent me an email he had sent to his friend/cousin on coming out his closet.His friend referred to this blog http://theonlinecitizen.com/2007/09/10/toc-exclusive-otto-fongs-open-letter/which inspired him to be silent no longer about his sexual identity.I once posted a blog on how disgusted I felt on the award winning movie, brokeback mountain and hurt a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4701295894610388616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4701295894610388616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-controversial-topic.html' title='On controversial topic'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-2154811957996377072</id><published>2007-09-13T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:45:00.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing pains...</title><summary type='text'>"The reality is that pain is there to tell us something."Grey's Anatomy, episode Living the dream Oh, how true.When Dr Bailey operated on the little girl, Megan (i think) who thought she was a superhero, she says that these are the times when we appreciate what pain brings us. It protects from harm.It is however insane and inhumane and crazy to want to be in pain all the time. And when pain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2154811957996377072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2154811957996377072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/09/growing-pains.html' title='growing pains...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1117271686063095484</id><published>2007-08-21T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:22:33.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>What comes after Sinning</title><summary type='text'>Sunday sermon was by John Ng. He is one of my favourite speaker and for a simple reason - very easy to understand so that I can try to apply in my daily walk.He was preaching on Psalms 51. Relating to the incident where King David committed adultery as well as murder due to the sin of covet.This verse reminds me of a chorus that I love to sing everytime I feel burden with the things I know I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1117271686063095484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1117271686063095484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-comes-after-sinning.html' title='What comes after Sinning'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-6481530347695066634</id><published>2007-08-06T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:32:53.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>About Cats</title><summary type='text'>Hubby dislike cats, kittens. I had to come to his "rescue" at each appearance of a cat when we eat at the hawker centres.We went to Ubi to have our Sunday lunch, Natasha spotted a grey striped kitten and went to it. The poor meow is thin to its bones and its right eye is infected. Tasha was talking to it and I can simply see her heart melted for it.To distract her, I told her we will come back to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/6481530347695066634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/6481530347695066634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/08/about-cats.html' title='About Cats'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1471099262035909328</id><published>2007-07-31T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T17:43:19.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>perseverance</title><summary type='text'>I just did a course on written communication skills. Never too much to relearn or learn new techniques. The exams ended earlier this afternoon which explains my being home early.Someone near my block is constantly playing the tune of A thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton - one of my fav song. For the half hour I'm here, the person repeatedly played on at least 25 times. What perseverance to get it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1471099262035909328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1471099262035909328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/07/perseverance.html' title='perseverance'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-7936829203453545022</id><published>2007-07-10T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T12:20:53.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>toggling</title><summary type='text'>I've got some post at life journal. Why so?b'cos i cannot get the media embed here, I manage to get a few posts at LJ with uploaded video! Or perhaps it's only me who cannot do it here...otherwise, i like the feeling of seclusion here at blogger. So thus this blog.I have a dry cough and losing voice. The doc was not able to affirm what's the exact cause, there is no pain in/out my throat, there's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7936829203453545022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7936829203453545022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/07/toggling.html' title='toggling'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/RpMFnnwX-lI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5JPbAVgziJ8/s72-c/DSC02788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1250259244554032376</id><published>2007-06-18T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:40:57.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>This maid thing...</title><summary type='text'>is driving me nuts. I animated over lunch to a colleague on what happened last night with my maid and I confirm it in my head that I should not be relying so much on her.Over the last one and half years of hiring her to do the job, in fairness, she had been rather quick to pick up the skills which I wanted her to. When she is in the right frame of mind (not thinking of her own home problem), she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1250259244554032376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1250259244554032376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-maid-thing.html' title='This maid thing...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-5637403788890513443</id><published>2007-06-18T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:04:00.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>what a weekend!</title><summary type='text'>Natasha is such a darling, she took some materials which I was preparing for Sunday school and started to do her father's day card for hubs.As it turns out, it was a touching piece of work. My hubs got his affirmation of being a great dad from his little girl. The card says he is great because he teaches her everything! I am jealous. I didn't get anything that will jerk my tears on mother's day. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5637403788890513443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5637403788890513443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-weekend.html' title='what a weekend!'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/RnYAg1BCdWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RB85pii1V2Q/s72-c/DSC00078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-3532979971255000890</id><published>2007-06-13T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:02:02.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>what the heck...</title><summary type='text'>Before I posting lesser in LJ and more in my blogger site, I could have been appear slightly more different then and now.I still post in my blogger but I've decided to post a little more in LJ since i like my new layout. I also wanted to try out the new posting experience. There's a few extra feature which I thought was really interesting. And I still read up most of the LJ mummies blog.the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3532979971255000890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3532979971255000890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-heck_13.html' title='what the heck...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-4109832988288174878</id><published>2007-06-10T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:40:26.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life's like that...</title><summary type='text'>Besides some white hairs that persists on my head. I sometimes get into self denial that I'm in my 30s. Well, there is always little harm to think you are 28 as long as I behave resonably mature... err, right?Then, I am slap with the reality with two instances and am reminded and a little more persuaded that I have grown wiser being in the 30s.1st incident:The exits from the trains are mostly on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4109832988288174878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4109832988288174878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/06/lifes-like-that.html' title='Life&apos;s like that...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-6078167544933903941</id><published>2007-06-06T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:17:47.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><title type='text'>Hakone - without Mt Fuji</title><summary type='text'>We travelled by bullet train from Tokyo city to Hakone. To see the place proper, for S$50/adult and S$25/kid, you have a 3 Day pass that allows you to take whatever transport - train, cable, sea, bus around the area. The highlight here is Mt Fuji scenery, the hot spring mt, the hot spring spa resorts and delicious set meals.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/6078167544933903941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/6078167544933903941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/06/hakone-without-mt-fuji.html' title='Hakone - without Mt Fuji'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/RmaJjlBCdVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gmIQUhdA-7o/s72-c/Hakone+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-3764005499504052497</id><published>2007-06-06T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:59:15.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tokyo pics</title><summary type='text'>I really shd have invested some time to do picasa much earlier *slap forehead*. I find it tedious to upload pics one by one and had been looking to doing collage for my pics and now i did it within an hour. the pics from tokyo - 25th May to 27th May.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3764005499504052497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/3764005499504052497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/06/tokyo-pics.html' title='tokyo pics'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/RmaFGVBCdUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NCMZ4Xh0Ic0/s72-c/tokyo+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-9028868588568061891</id><published>2007-06-05T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:49:18.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><title type='text'>Back from Holidays</title><summary type='text'>Holidays always seems so short, especially when you want to enjoy more. Have been back to work on Monday. We reached home by cab at 1.30am on sunday. we slept till 10.30am and decided to do a feast on Prata brunch. the kids and us finished up some 4 egg and 4 cheese pratas and some indian rojak, milo dinasaurs and Teh Halia. Yumzzz.still sorting out the pictures and I found that my ex-Nikon (now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/9028868588568061891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/9028868588568061891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-holidays.html' title='Back from Holidays'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-2376097522083003017</id><published>2007-05-24T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:15:04.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoes...</title><summary type='text'>Ever since this Monday, I've been fretting over which shoes to wear to Japan. I hate the fact that I have to wear trackshoes the entire trip - as there'll be many chances of walking and this climb at 5th station at Mount Fuji. However, I will look "orbit" if I'm shopping. So when I saw this pair of Mary Jane from Nike and I had vouchers. I grab. YAY! I'd be looking cool man! yeah, me the vain pot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2376097522083003017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2376097522083003017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/05/shoes.html' title='shoes...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/RlVJcss8IUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5SV-1DznHoA/s72-c/DSC00227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1048725233960886715</id><published>2007-05-23T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T17:20:00.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many changes</title><summary type='text'>In a short 3 months span, the last company I was with had so many changes.1) ex-RO went to HP2) ex-bid partner went to Oracle3) an AM became an SM (2 level jump)4) an SM for commercial sector became a Deputy Director for Govt sector5) ex-cube neighbour resign, digging info on where he's going from him.. will he go back to DSTA?6) my ex-VP leaving next week, perhaps going to Acatel?It must be such</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1048725233960886715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1048725233960886715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-many-changes.html' title='so many changes'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-433034087286983836</id><published>2007-05-22T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:12:13.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's relag relag time la</title><summary type='text'>I mean to say this last Wednesday.. phew, Nathan's exams are finally over. And double phew that he has only 4 papers to go through. This time, there were not many late nights as we prep some assessment work since last month. But I realised that his science needed a lot of help, he manage to scrap through a 30/50 for a practice paper and I thought it was quite poor. After going through the rounds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/433034087286983836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/433034087286983836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-relag-relag-time-la.html' title='it&apos;s relag relag time la'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-7767049093415397672</id><published>2007-05-08T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:32:42.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><title type='text'>Grrrrouse and GRRRRowl</title><summary type='text'>why??!???!??!!! why must hubs second sis tag along for this Japan trip which we have been trying to plan. Why must they be so testing????2 months ago, all of the sudden, Hub's second sis decided to tag along. With a family of 6, I hardly think it is possible to plan Japan with them. Previously, the Malaysia trips (once at Malacca which they took us 9 hours to reach - YAH, ask me how they did that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7767049093415397672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7767049093415397672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/05/grrrrouse-and-grrrrowl.html' title='Grrrrouse and GRRRRowl'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-817240559492212739</id><published>2007-05-01T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T09:55:14.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><title type='text'>what a frenzy month</title><summary type='text'>My dear hubby got himself hospitalised. There was this cyst that is growing on his chest. He turn down the first doc's offer to get the pus out before it became serious. So when it grew too unbearable, he checked himself into the hospital after he sent me to church the sunday before i am due to leave for work trip.That afternoon, I had to do the groceries real quick, cook some soup for him and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/817240559492212739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/817240559492212739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-frenzy-month.html' title='what a frenzy month'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/RjbcHzk-4KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Jb8dXKTPyac/s72-c/DSC01808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-4901759115401159899</id><published>2007-04-24T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:03:12.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the BIG APPLE city</title><summary type='text'>Many pictures to post, many things to write, loved the different culture and stuff but no mood to update. Cos I am so home sick. Out too long.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4901759115401159899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4901759115401159899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-big-apple-city.html' title='In the BIG APPLE city'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8961809525736835274</id><published>2007-04-13T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T15:16:27.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>the children we make</title><summary type='text'>On the way to work at 10.30am (that's another story), I witnessed something that was disturbing. A man came up together with a school kid (from St Hilda's secondary school) and was trying to ask him for directions (in Mandarin). They were sitting directly opposite me. The man must have scribbled something on his little notebook and he was pointing at the book and telling the boy that he needs to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8961809525736835274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8961809525736835274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/04/children-we-make.html' title='the children we make'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8719519237378251909</id><published>2007-04-09T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:32:25.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings of God</title><summary type='text'>It's so surreal to think that next Monday at this time, I would be on the flight to San Jose office. I would be visiting New York too!This is only the first trip, there will be more trips to come. The next one would probably be in October for an event we have to organise.I would never have imagine such things happening to me at all, if not for God's blessings and intervention. When God provides, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8719519237378251909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8719519237378251909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/04/blessings-of-god.html' title='Blessings of God'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8869468755163256380</id><published>2007-04-09T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:18:43.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trashing in blog</title><summary type='text'>There were many posts which i did not put up. Some two weeks ago, hubs and I made memories with the children. We add 3 more badminton rackets to our collection and played a casual game. The children enjoyed it so much and asks why we started so late.Hubs bought our dog for a "saloon" hair cut and now she's looking so good.Hubs did his final year for the reservist. It was hubs birthday (with his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8869468755163256380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8869468755163256380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/04/trashing-in-blog.html' title='trashing in blog'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-4648528236588569409</id><published>2007-04-02T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T15:02:46.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bee-see</title><summary type='text'>On top of the children's and work schedules.. suddenly, there are like added items for me to do.3rd - hubby has farewell, gotta fetch him home after fetching son from class.4th - got to buy durian to pass to friend, she will do up the cake for hubby4th - take over the tab to do up April's birthday celebration for the dept5th - hubby's and MIL's birthday. collect cake, arrange people to meet, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4648528236588569409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4648528236588569409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/04/bee-see.html' title='bee-see'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-4318207305421692793</id><published>2007-03-24T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T08:53:43.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Wonderful Morning!</title><summary type='text'>Hubs needed to reach Nee soon camp at 7.30am. We were early when we set out, which is a rare on a Saturday.The morning view was so beautiful! There was no chance to take any pics as hubs friend arrived... but to describe it a little of what was seen..The sun shines from the back of some rolling clouds. The dash of orange, yellow rays on the white clouds and the grey blue sky was breathe-taking. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4318207305421692793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/4318207305421692793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/03/wonderful-morning.html' title='Wonderful Morning!'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-2907061001653471624</id><published>2007-03-19T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:48:49.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Distorted?</title><summary type='text'>I met up an ex-colleague (about my age) over lunch today. We weren't exactly close before, I was in sales and she was my marketing support. There was more work talk than personal sharing when we were.. well.. together.She's now with another company and since she's in town, we arranged to meet another colleague and myself for lunch. Over the lunch chat, I soon learnt that she's determined to not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2907061001653471624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/2907061001653471624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/03/distorted.html' title='Distorted?'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-7153743128061550695</id><published>2007-03-19T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:33:06.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was a long weekend for me as I was on leave on Friday. The morning half of the day was spent at father's niche. Without a doubt, we all miss him although there was significantly less tears. Mother did a prayer routine and I must say that it is impressive that she has , for the first time in her religion life, been so sincere and hold fast to the faith with God. I firmly believe that father is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7153743128061550695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/7153743128061550695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-was-long-weekend-for-me-as-i-was-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8513927659582863190</id><published>2007-03-15T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:23:23.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='run'/><title type='text'>yay.. i made it</title><summary type='text'>On Mon, I managed to scrap through 1.4km run. I told myself in the mirror that I'll do 1.8km and I clocked 2.4km today!!!!!but I took 45mins to do that, heh. jia you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8513927659582863190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8513927659582863190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-i-made-it.html' title='yay.. i made it'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8583734111800172708</id><published>2007-03-14T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T16:15:44.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Food adventure</title><summary type='text'>We had been feasting! Last Saturday, we went to Wild Rocket with our nephews and kids. Hubby volunteered the treat cos he's forever so generous to his nephews and nieces, besides taking care of the children. The place is a bit of a maze to find though and by the time we arrive (after swimming) at 8pm, we were starving.The verdict:Talk about fusion food! The soup impressed me the most, it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8583734111800172708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8583734111800172708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/03/food-adventure.html' title='Food adventure'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/RfetyYK1mpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/84zmYio07K8/s72-c/DSC00069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8217935392894664569</id><published>2007-03-13T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T15:34:48.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>surprise!</title><summary type='text'>I did mention that today is the official blog day for me. As I am writing this, Nathan is at the Mediacorp's audition for Spellcast. It's just for the experience, afterall it's gonna be quite fun for him to take a look at their studio.Okay, now for the surprise news.. *drum rolling* i won 1st prize for a reward programme I was enrolled in... a trip for 2 to Japan!!!!I've never won anything so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8217935392894664569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8217935392894664569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/03/surprise.html' title='surprise!'/><author><name>Momo</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_yah_0b2TU2o/RfZTcYK1moI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1fXk6vwDx6w/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1452662919083804246</id><published>2007-03-13T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T11:11:03.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>things I do when bored.</title><summary type='text'>I resolved one request. today is offical blog day for me!!hmmm.. hubby's bd is on the 5th of the month. IS that no wonder we are always missing the point by that little bit? my life is a bit of surprises ... good and bad ones.Your Birthdate: December 31You don't love lightly. For you, love is always a serious undertaking.However, you are able to love many types of people. You can bring out the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1452662919083804246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1452662919083804246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-i-do-when-bored.html' title='things I do when bored.'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1548062774829087699</id><published>2007-03-13T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:45:22.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Meme</title><summary type='text'>Kinda early to blog but I just wanted to take my mind off that Vietnam lead and the RFP that is driving me half nuts.-------------------1.Is your default picture your natural hair color?No picture on this blog. but my hair is coloured.2. Where was your default pic taken?N.A.3. What's your middle name?Don't have one.5. Honestly, does your crush(s) like you back?nope, always not successful in that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1548062774829087699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1548062774829087699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/03/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-5040507869907865387</id><published>2007-03-12T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:26:07.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nathan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>how many and much is good...</title><summary type='text'>I had my nephews over the whole of 9 days last week. They are 12 and 10. It gave me the chance to see if I could take care of 4 children as if they are of my own. It was all good, as it turns out, they were very obedient and great boys. Meal menu planned, laid down some simple houserules, went through with the 4 kids on their school tests/spelling etc... hey, I'm a pro!It is not bad an idea to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5040507869907865387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/5040507869907865387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-many-and-much-is-good.html' title='how many and much is good...'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-1580184634399820389</id><published>2007-03-07T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:18:28.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>going for that trip</title><summary type='text'>My RO asked me if I am ready to go USA (alone) office for two weeks this morning. He mentioned this last month but it still felt too soon for me to tackle the tasks alone there.I started this new portfolio barely two months ago, to be exact, it's only 7 weeks in the job. That is inclusive of the Lunar new year week! He thinks I'm ready, me thinks otherwise. I asked for another 4 weeks, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1580184634399820389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/1580184634399820389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/03/going-for-that-trip.html' title='going for that trip'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10897893.post-8638996902819655980</id><published>2007-03-06T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T15:08:36.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><title type='text'>Indonesia Earthquake, Singapore Tremors</title><summary type='text'>Tremors were felt in different parts of Singapore at about 12 noon today.the first time, I was in the toilet doing the big business. I did not feel anything. The shit did not go anywhere else either.. And if anything would have happened then, it would be totally unglam.the second tremor, we were discussing over the Nike sports outfit someone bought. Totally distracted by the thought of shopping. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8638996902819655980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10897893/posts/default/8638996902819655980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monateo.blogspot.com/2007/03/indonesia-earthquake-singapore-tremors.html' title='Indonesia Earthquake, Singapore Tremors'/><author><name>Momo</name><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></entry></feed>
