<?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-7835137605858820613</id><updated>2011-10-16T18:09:43.326+08:00</updated><category term='random'/><title type='text'>40 and counting</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6599784798582319355</id><published>2011-10-16T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:09:43.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>两年了，时光流逝。说是放下了，可是心中对您的思念依然没减。也许最后那三年，我们真的很多时间在一起，所以身边的很多事与物都会让我想起您。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想到mee siam, 就想到你。上超市，多希望还是你在推着购物车，陪我逛。周六早上，多希望还能陪你去咖啡店吃半生熟鸡蛋。和你在一起的时候，我就好像回到一个小女孩一样，可以和爸爸撒娇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又是十月，又是秋天，前天停留在我床上的飞蛾是您吗？是您来看我了吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心还是在痛，眼泪还是会流。很想能再次牵到你的手，很希望能再拥抱你，永远那么爱你，爸爸。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6599784798582319355?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6599784798582319355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6599784798582319355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6599784798582319355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6599784798582319355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2011/10/mee-siam.html' title=''/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-3279895798262005398</id><published>2011-08-29T13:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:42:55.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrggghhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I impatient? or is she totally stubborn? Guess different pple will tell me different answers. But she's really testing my limits.  I know I shd not, I know I promised him, but why cant she be more like him? I would love to live the rest of her life with her if she's more like him, seriously. But if she continues to be like that, I think my life will be shortened too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok ok, go on and call me unfilial.  I dun care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-3279895798262005398?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/3279895798262005398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=3279895798262005398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3279895798262005398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3279895798262005398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2011/08/arrggghhh.html' title='Arrggghhh....'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-3296010395904998328</id><published>2011-05-09T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:31:59.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just shut up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mouth: Hey, would you just stop talking and let me enjoy peace and quiet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: why? I've views and opinions and I should share it what? and when I care for pple around me, I need to let them know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mouth: Since when do pple believe what you say or how you see things? Do you think they trust you? Please la, it's been like that since young and you still never learn yr lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: but...but...I believe there'll come a day when they'll see my truthfulness and believe that I'm genuine. Then they'll see my point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mouth: ya ya ya, when will that day come? will that day even come? Just shut up and save yr breath la. Nobody will agree with you, you'll always be at fault, always the one that's wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me:...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;付与真心诚意、付出了真我，可又有谁明了？当身边最亲最近的人都有所置疑的时候，你还能要求什么人明了？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;爸爸，我好想你！似乎这世上只有你明白我的出发点，只有你知道我的心在哪里。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-3296010395904998328?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/3296010395904998328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=3296010395904998328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3296010395904998328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3296010395904998328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-shut-up.html' title='Just shut up!'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-5381907926530407024</id><published>2010-12-15T16:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:52:04.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First snow in Shanghai, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TQh_V8xq2nI/AAAAAAAAF28/8GBr8_kaILc/s1600/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550826555802573426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TQh_V8xq2nI/AAAAAAAAF28/8GBr8_kaILc/s200/IMG_0380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TQh_VhQFw8I/AAAAAAAAF20/8ysQlqnelr0/s1600/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550826548413973442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TQh_VhQFw8I/AAAAAAAAF20/8ysQlqnelr0/s200/IMG_0381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TQh_VVRTwkI/AAAAAAAAF2s/tAnPDSp4AUM/s1600/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550826545197859394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TQh_VVRTwkI/AAAAAAAAF2s/tAnPDSp4AUM/s200/IMG_0385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We welcomed Shanghai's first snow for 2010 today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weather forecast said there'll be rain-cum-snow today due to the cold current from the North. Temperature dropped a good 5 degrees Celcius to a low of about 3degC and high of 8degC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;he snow started around midday with tiny specks of snow flying in the air, melting the moment it touches a solid surface. An hour later, the snow flakes got bigger as the wind got stronger! By 330pm, this is what we have! Everywhere is turning white and snow is accumulating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is still quite strong and it's freezing cold out there. But the kids are having so much fun, throwing snow at each other already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If it continues to be dry and snowing tonight, we'll be expecting to walk on ice tomorrow! brrr.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-5381907926530407024?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/5381907926530407024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=5381907926530407024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5381907926530407024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5381907926530407024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-snow-in-shanghai-2010.html' title='First snow in Shanghai, 2010'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TQh_V8xq2nI/AAAAAAAAF28/8GBr8_kaILc/s72-c/IMG_0380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-7339249558876037742</id><published>2010-12-03T08:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:51:18.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>秋天残留的足迹</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TQh8u831_PI/AAAAAAAAF2k/EgyZj8Lodsk/s1600/IMG_9487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550823686790315250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TQh8u831_PI/AAAAAAAAF2k/EgyZj8Lodsk/s200/IMG_9487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;今早看着是晴朗、有阳光的天气，可一下楼就冷得直哆嗦。。。这温度又跌了！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;今年的秋天太短了，眼看冬天就要来临了。温度降得太快了，树木花草都来不及反应，树叶也来不及转黄飘落，就都干枯在树上了！看来我们即将迎接的会是一个寒冬了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-7339249558876037742?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/7339249558876037742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=7339249558876037742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7339249558876037742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7339249558876037742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='秋天残留的足迹'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TQh8u831_PI/AAAAAAAAF2k/EgyZj8Lodsk/s72-c/IMG_9487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-2480602692773588012</id><published>2010-10-17T01:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:07:45.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>永远思念您</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TLnporLHjzI/AAAAAAAAF2c/BJmDKjc3Xvc/s1600/dad+n+mum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528706902567391026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TLnporLHjzI/AAAAAAAAF2c/BJmDKjc3Xvc/s200/dad+n+mum.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;时间过得太匆匆，您离去已经整整一年了。去年这天所发生的一切，依然历历在目。每当想起您、看到您留下的物件或您的照片时，心里还是一阵酸痛，眼眶还是不自主地泛起泪珠。时间并没有冲淡对您的思念，也没有减少失去您的痛楚。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;从小就很渴望您多一点关怀，希望您能多和我说说话，可是您却是如此严肃、不苟言笑。但我知道，您是爱我们的。陪您去看中国电影纪录片，什么《中国十大奇观》之类的影片，我知道您是多么想念家乡、想念爷爷奶奶。在我写给爷爷的信中我提过，长大后我要陪您回去和他们团聚。可惜，他们都每能等到我长大。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;叛逆期把我们之间的距离拉得更远了。到了结婚成家后，变成我没时间去了解您的状况。待我闲下来的时候，您已是白发苍苍。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;六年前的秋天，您到北京探望我们，我是多么的开心，您知道吗？陪您攀长城、逛故宫、游天安门，仿佛圆了我儿时的愿望，从新认识您、接近您。随您回莆田老家，见到您和叔叔、堂叔们的交流，那份喜悦，让我意识到您对他们的感情有多深。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;冥冥中一切似乎已经注定；我们提前回新，买了房子后又把您两老接过来住。我感谢苍天赐给我这个机会，让我陪您走完人生最后的数年。感谢上天给我这个不孝女有机会作出补偿，尽我应尽的孝道。我是幸运的，我是有福的，因为在您人生最后的日子里，我都在您身边陪伴着。人家都说女儿多亲近妈妈，可我却偏偏相反，一颗心都是念您多过念妈妈。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;您走了，我的心也脱了一截。身子好像一时间老了，对事与物也不怎么提得起劲了。也许时间长了，心里的痛楚会渐渐减少，可是感觉再也回不到从前那样了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;人有悲欢离合，月有阴晴圆缺，此事古难全，但愿人长久，千里共婵娟。。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;您在夜空的那端，是否还好？知道我依然在思念着您吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-2480602692773588012?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/2480602692773588012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=2480602692773588012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2480602692773588012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2480602692773588012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='永远思念您'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TLnporLHjzI/AAAAAAAAF2c/BJmDKjc3Xvc/s72-c/dad+n+mum.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-9103966126707665010</id><published>2010-08-02T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:09:32.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids will always be kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hub's traveling again, and as usual, the kids all bunked-in in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They were having so much fun ....laughing, joking, giggling, play-pretending, teasing each other away. It's moments like these that assured us that it was a right choice to room them together for as long as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One moment it was like a riot in the room and the noise level was hitting the roof! the next moment, they're all sound asleep and the room is left with the sound of the aircon blowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;aving been nagging my 14yo to please grow up and behave better and be more matured. But he's really the 'leader' to his 2 brothers, esp when it comes to play! Still remember when he went on a 10-day trip with his school 2years ago, it became so quiet at home and the other 2 seemed so lost. Without this live wire, they're just not the same at all. So I guess I'll just to have let him be, and let him continue to be the leader to his brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-9103966126707665010?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/9103966126707665010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=9103966126707665010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/9103966126707665010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/9103966126707665010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/08/kids-will-always-be-kids.html' title='Kids will always be kids'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-9213642195163557023</id><published>2010-08-01T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:09:56.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taobao, my new love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TFakHXuNQNI/AAAAAAAAF2E/J3NbhdVq4LA/s1600/IMG_8040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500764441413501138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TFakHXuNQNI/AAAAAAAAF2E/J3NbhdVq4LA/s200/IMG_8040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; My first purchase from taobao.com! A pair of cool-looking leather shoes for Matt. Nice right? And their service is really good. I ordered on Thu morning, they called me in the afternoon to confirm order, and on Sat morning it was delivered to my apartment! speedy isnt it? And the best part is, I only pay after receiving and inspecting the goods. cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so in love with taobao now. that'll also means my pocket's gonna burn a hole soon!! hee... ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-9213642195163557023?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/9213642195163557023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=9213642195163557023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/9213642195163557023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/9213642195163557023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/08/taobao-my-new-love.html' title='taobao, my new love!'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TFakHXuNQNI/AAAAAAAAF2E/J3NbhdVq4LA/s72-c/IMG_8040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6958483006023052015</id><published>2010-06-09T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T02:10:21.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally back on blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sad thing about living in China is the restrictions on internet. As many would already know, Blogger and Facebook are blocked, and many other overseas sites too. Finally, thru friends' recommendation, we subscribed to VPN, manuevre around the installation and connections, and voila! We're back on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;will gradually add on more updates on our new life in Shanghai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6958483006023052015?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6958483006023052015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6958483006023052015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6958483006023052015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6958483006023052015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally-back-on-blogger.html' title='Finally back on blogger'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-5579465495763709452</id><published>2010-05-30T11:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:04:01.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TFawhpzV02I/AAAAAAAAF2M/heQTwDdueTU/s1600/Image259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500778087083004770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TFawhpzV02I/AAAAAAAAF2M/heQTwDdueTU/s200/Image259.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one photo with our helper before we head off to the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye Singapore! we'll be back, but dunno when. You'll still be our motherland, our roots. Just for now, home will be in Shanghai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-5579465495763709452?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/5579465495763709452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=5579465495763709452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5579465495763709452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5579465495763709452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/05/goodbye-singapore.html' title='Goodbye Singapore!'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TFawhpzV02I/AAAAAAAAF2M/heQTwDdueTU/s72-c/Image259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6043367741120137834</id><published>2010-05-26T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:03:26.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's packed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TE8P8gXuZgI/AAAAAAAAF10/o4v6x4OqZJQ/s1600/packing+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498631202198676994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TE8P8gXuZgI/AAAAAAAAF10/o4v6x4OqZJQ/s200/packing+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TE8P8zRTRVI/AAAAAAAAF18/V343N9kaPbg/s1600/packing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498631207272006994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TE8P8zRTRVI/AAAAAAAAF18/V343N9kaPbg/s200/packing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything's been packed up and out of the house already. These pictures were taken last night and now, the living and dining is 95% empty. We've had to eat our dinner on a mahjong table with plastic chairs. hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly feel a sense of emptiness. Has been so busy tying up lose ends over the last few weeks, haven't really had time to think about the move. Now that things are moving faster, reality is setting in. But am I ready for the move? Feeling quite lost actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6043367741120137834?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6043367741120137834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6043367741120137834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6043367741120137834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6043367741120137834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/05/everythings-packed.html' title='Everything&apos;s packed'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/TE8P8gXuZgI/AAAAAAAAF10/o4v6x4OqZJQ/s72-c/packing+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-2813831978170954633</id><published>2010-05-20T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:02:54.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wouldn't believe this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My watch fell to the floor, and its crystal face chipped and cracked all directions!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had this watch since early 1999 and have dropped it (ya ya, butter fingers) umpteen times. Never had it had any scratches on its crystal face before. And this evening before I left for a dinner appointment, it just slipped off my hands, landed on the marble floor and gosh! I got a shock when I picked it up. A tiny bit of chipped off the edge inwards and the broken pieces trapped inside the watch face. And the rest of the crystal face cracked in all directions! It must hv landed at the edge of the face and hit some chipped, sharp corner on the marble. For a moment my heart cracked just like the crystal face! I want to cry!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-2813831978170954633?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/2813831978170954633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=2813831978170954633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2813831978170954633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2813831978170954633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-wouldnt-believe-this.html' title='You wouldn&apos;t believe this!'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-5052169778745361149</id><published>2010-05-17T22:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:02:25.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He has grown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went for medical check-up with Drew this morning. It was a requirement for the China residential permit application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While doing the routine checks, the nurse measured his height and weight. 166cm and 52.2kg! Gosh! My son is taller than me already! He was just 145cm two years ago, and he has grown 21cm in that period! Mine oh mine! He has grown so much! Now I'm gonna have problem scolding him at eye level. Would have to make him sit down whenever I need to give him a lecture from now on. haha.... ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-5052169778745361149?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/5052169778745361149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=5052169778745361149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5052169778745361149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5052169778745361149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-has-grown.html' title='He has grown'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6548307247185216727</id><published>2010-04-17T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:01:53.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Intense love does not measure, it just gives" -- Mother Teresa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6548307247185216727?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6548307247185216727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6548307247185216727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6548307247185216727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6548307247185216727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/04/intense-love-does-not-measure-it-just.html' title=''/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-3777430007226884557</id><published>2010-04-05T21:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:01:07.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>清明时节雨纷纷</title><content type='html'>还好今早没下雨，但是就热得可以咯！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今早我们先到哥哥家去祭拜爸爸，然后再带了一些素菜到光明山去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每到清明和中元节，光明山普觉寺都是人山人海的。很多人都是一家大小都来祭祖，还带来许多祭品和纸扎品。也许这就是他们所谓的尽孝道吧。总想，故人生前他们是否也常一家大小的陪伴他们呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我向来都不相信这些的，节日祭祖也只是延续家婆生前的惯例。所以我通常都是从简，简单的素菜，基本的纸钱纸衣就算了。人死了，就烟消云散了，还要这些东西有什么用？活着的时候没吃好、穿好，死了祭拜得再好也只是给活人看而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妈却不同，她相信往生、相信人死了会到另一个境界去生活，所以照样需要吃的、穿的、用的、花的。一直以来她都不赞同我的看法，一直要改变我的观点。直到爸爸去世时，她都很担心我也会一切要求从简。出乎意料，我对她的一切要求都做足了，一切都随她，只要让她安心就好。殡丧过后，她跟二姐说，没想到我会一切依她。也许她忘了，是爸说的，“一切都依你妈的意思去办吧。”我这也是在完成爸的遗愿啊。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-3777430007226884557?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/3777430007226884557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=3777430007226884557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3777430007226884557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3777430007226884557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='清明时节雨纷纷'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-2249249635661065059</id><published>2010-03-27T22:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:11:25.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heard mewing sounds since last night. And found this kitty at my neighbour's fence this morning. We decided to 'rescue' it and hopefully find it a permanent home and loving owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/S_ZaSkXGwWI/AAAAAAAAF1U/O7wdpVo_fZI/s1600/Image2050b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473661672160149858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/S_ZaSkXGwWI/AAAAAAAAF1U/O7wdpVo_fZI/s200/Image2050b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This little one was so frightened when we brought it back. It was hissing at us when we tried to touch it, and will claw us when we tried to carry it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After half a day non-stop mewing, it finally calmed down and settled pretty nicely in our shower room. And ate some steamed fish and white rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Through facebook, we finally found it a sweet owner and a nice home to go to. Let's hope it'll settle down quickly and enjoy its new family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Matt was pretty upset when our friend collected it. He wished we could keep it, but unfortunately we'll be leaving the country, so it's definitely not possible to keep it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/S_aSuRsmUSI/AAAAAAAAF1s/Xuf_xHyenjI/s1600/Image2051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473723720837517602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/S_aSuRsmUSI/AAAAAAAAF1s/Xuf_xHyenjI/s200/Image2051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While looking through the pictures we took for it, Matt suddenly asked, "Will the little kitty grow up to look like Dewey?" And that's the picture from the cover of the book Dewey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you think the little kitty will look like this when all grown up? &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/S_aRzT4xquI/AAAAAAAAF1k/K-DCPGuUH-Q/s1600/Image2051.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-2249249635661065059?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/2249249635661065059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=2249249635661065059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2249249635661065059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2249249635661065059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-kitty.html' title='Little kitty'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/S_ZaSkXGwWI/AAAAAAAAF1U/O7wdpVo_fZI/s72-c/Image2050b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6800778670063496418</id><published>2010-03-22T23:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:00:04.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He started on a new journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, hubby started on a new career journey in Shanghai, China. Went there with him last Friday and did some househunting over the wkend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shanghai has changed so much. Was last there in 2007, and merely 3 yrs, things are so different already. Pudong used to be rather deserted then, and now, it's skyscrapers everywhere! It's quite similar to Singapore now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next two months will be busy getting schools and housing organised before the rest of us join him. I hope I can gather myself and focus on the things to be done. As it is, my mind is still "all over the place". sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6800778670063496418?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6800778670063496418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6800778670063496418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6800778670063496418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6800778670063496418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-started-on-new-journey.html' title='He started on a new journey'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-5997525675071215342</id><published>2010-03-14T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:09:31.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, I nearly forgot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy 16th Anniversary to my darling and me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Hope we'll have many more 16 years ahead. Luv u dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-5997525675071215342?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/5997525675071215342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=5997525675071215342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5997525675071215342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5997525675071215342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/03/oops-i-nearly-forgot.html' title='Oops, I nearly forgot!'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-872283122113997507</id><published>2010-03-14T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:08:39.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nope, not me. But we were the first witnesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Suntec with Nic for his piano theory grading test this morning. Followed by a rush buy at the IT Show. Was on our way home when we witness this 'freak' accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was driving along Benjamin Sheares Bridge, heading towards the Tanjong Rhu entrance into KPE. We were on the right lane and a motorcycle was on the left. Just as we approached the curve into the tunnel, suddenly, the motorcycle next to me hit something and went into a somersault!!! The motorist landed face/chest down, seemed really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My first instinct was filter left and stopped the car at the road shoulder. Reminded Nic to stay put in the car, while I quickly got off and ran towards the motorist. As I got off, I realise 3 other cars stopped behind me and the drivers also got off to help. As we approached the motorist, we could see him lying face down, motionless. Blood was coming out of his mouth and nose. A Cisco van and another car stopped behind him and his bike to prevent any reckless driver from crashing into him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I squat down and kept calling, "uncle, are you ok? uncle, are you concious??" He's a slightly chubby, 50-60yo Chinese man. Part of his denture broke and flew out, lying on the road looking bloody! After a short while, he was started moving. I kept asking him if he felt any pain in his neck or his back, and told him to stay still and wait for the ambulance. The Cisco officer called for the ambulance, while few other guys helped to pick up his bike and pushed it to the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After about 5mins, the uncle kind of regained his senses after the shock and got up with the help of the guys. They sat him down at the side of the road and gave him tissue to clean himself. I picked up the broken piece of his denture with a piece of tissue and gave it back to him. As he cleaned himself, I asked if he wanted to call his family and inform them. He kept saying no and that he can ride the bike back himself!!?? We told him no, he needs to wait for the ambulance to check him before he could go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seeing that he looked ok, and there were the other guys around. I apologised and excused myself as Nic was still waiting in the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was no report of the accident in the papers. Apparently what his bike hit was a 2ft by 1ft by 1/2ft block of wood. Possibly dropped off from some trucks or what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really hope the uncle wasn't badly injured. Hope he didn't have any internal injuries because the fall really looked very bad. His bike's handle was a little slanted and the side mirrors were broken. His helmet's front shield also flew off. Really hope he is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-872283122113997507?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/872283122113997507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=872283122113997507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/872283122113997507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/872283122113997507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/03/accident.html' title='Accident'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-3465073260073664541</id><published>2010-03-11T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:05:41.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;同样是中午；同样是沿着KPE, ECP, Keppel Rd, Cantonment Rd；同样的来到中央医院。多么熟悉的路程，那么熟悉的地方。心情依然沉重，情绪有点失控。随着车子驶入停车场，显现在眼前的就是爸最后入住的那座病房，一时泪水失控地在眼眶里打滚。那天的点点滴滴又历历在目，让人心痛不已。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;快五个月了，没想到我仍然放不下。一直都在劝他们要看开、要放下，可是却忽略了自己一直压抑在心底的痛楚。现在它就好像绝堤一样，汹涌而出，迅速把我淹没！原来我是那么的脆弱。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6032015107886678194</id><published>2010-02-13T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:05:11.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>偶遇</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;今早在麦当劳吃早餐，见到一个中年妇人。她穿着整齐，皮肤深褐色，分不清是华族还是马来族。她独自一人，买了个土豆饼，坐在我正对面的桌子，边吃边喃喃自语，接着眼泪流了下来。。。 坐在她旁边座位的人都没有察觉到。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;正当周围的人都喜气洋洋的准备庆祝农历新年的同时，却还有一些人正为生活中的事情而烦恼、伤心。过了一会儿，她吃完了土豆饼，擦干了泪水，又喃喃自语地走到柜台去买了杯饮料。&lt;br /&gt;我稍不留神，她就已经消失在热闹的人群中了。。。希望她所烦的事，能像泪水一样，擦了就消失了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6032015107886678194?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6032015107886678194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6032015107886678194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6032015107886678194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6032015107886678194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='偶遇'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-1071068575581344242</id><published>2010-02-01T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:00:12.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating people...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people are just so irritating! They want to be atas n demanding, yet they don't want to pay. Instead, they go to small HDB shops then start picking on every little thing and demand for this and that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No confidence? Doubtful? Then go to the big guys and pay for confidence and service lor. Cant stand such people. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-1071068575581344242?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/1071068575581344242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=1071068575581344242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1071068575581344242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1071068575581344242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/03/irritating-people.html' title='Irritating people...'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-583271386461396193</id><published>2010-01-31T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:36:11.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;somebody asked why I looked so unhappy and angry on my father's 100th day prayers??!  Did somebody or something made me angry or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;goodness! do you expect me to be smiling, laughing and joking away to 'celebrate' the 100th day after my father's passing? am I suppose to be happy about losing him?? what the .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nobody can understand the pain I'm going through. and I cant even cry it out as and when I like simply bcos mum is with me.  I cry, she'll cry too.  Suppressing one's feelings is the worse thing in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;that's why I hate gatherings now.  I hate meeting people and have to suppress my feelings and put up a front.  I wish i can lock up in the room all by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-583271386461396193?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/583271386461396193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=583271386461396193' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/583271386461396193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/583271386461396193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-hell.html' title='what the hell??'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-5040032375008139121</id><published>2009-12-18T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:13:52.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>大姑妈走了。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;received a call just now and it's from hubby's&lt;/span&gt; 大表哥, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bringing the dreadful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; news of his mum's passing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so guilty.  We have not visited her for like coming 2yrs?  They live in JB.  It's not that far, but there just seems to be so many things that's holding us back.  Have told hub that we should pay her a visit, but never got around to it.  After Dad's passing, I mentioned it again and said she's getting old, better visit her while she's well.  And now.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A 70+ old lady, who's had a very tough life. But she's got amazing memory and very cheerful.  She could remember all my 3 kids' birthday, both on the lunar and solar calendars.  And she never needed reminder of their names, even though we only visited her periodically.  She sees them as her own grandchildren.  She's a really nice and simple lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We're gonna miss her dearly. 大姑妈您安息吧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-5040032375008139121?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/5040032375008139121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=5040032375008139121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5040032375008139121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5040032375008139121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='大姑妈走了。。。'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-4117038712412779811</id><published>2009-12-17T13:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:51:33.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a compass....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;....cos I'm so lost....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2mths already, and I dunno what have I been doing. Things are piling up, papers all over and so many things to sort out and settle, yet I dunno what I'm doing. My mind seemed so empty and I dunno where to start. I need a guide, an arrow to point me the direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We miss you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-4117038712412779811?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/4117038712412779811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=4117038712412779811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4117038712412779811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4117038712412779811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-compass.html' title='I need a compass....'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-7350283442937745986</id><published>2009-11-20T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:50:46.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it resemble?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409513708106150866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SxJ0DoNF89I/AAAAAAAAFxU/yMzCiVRSqkc/s200/Image1446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad's favourite recliner chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SxJ0EK964_I/AAAAAAAAFxc/XqRWWZa2Y-M/s1600/Image1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409513717437752306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SxJ0EK964_I/AAAAAAAAFxc/XqRWWZa2Y-M/s200/Image1370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And the paper recliner we burnt for him.  Does it resemble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As per Taoist customary, we have prayer for Dad on 1st, 3rd, 5th and 7th week of his death at the crematorium.  We usually will buy some paper offerings such as 'gold', 'silver' and 'hell notes' and burn for him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the 5th week, and we had the prayer as usual.  We know he'll 'need' his favourite recliner, so we got him a replica.  Cool right?  Anything you want, they'll produce for you.  We had, during his funeral, burnt mahjong set, DVD player, LCD TV, portable CD player, mobile phone, passport, air ticket, motorcycle, a 'Mercedes Benz' and a 3-storey house!! And 30 over huge bags of 'gold', 'silver' and hell notes.  Nic joked that his 外公 is gonna be so rich that he can become a banker. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now we're just short of getting him his own private jet. hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;五个星期过去了，我心里还是一片空白。很多事情要做，很多东西要处理，可是精神就是集中不来。晚上一直发些莫名其妙的梦，睡也睡不好，醒来后心情就很烦躁。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;也许我真的该到海边去，把心里的愤怒、悲哀、郁闷一并发泄出来。我快压抑得喘不过气了！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-7350283442937745986?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/7350283442937745986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=7350283442937745986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7350283442937745986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7350283442937745986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/11/does-it-resemble.html' title='Does it resemble?'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SxJ0DoNF89I/AAAAAAAAFxU/yMzCiVRSqkc/s72-c/Image1446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-3368423740739784096</id><published>2009-11-18T13:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:38:26.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SxJRo2RheGI/AAAAAAAAFxE/1vCFG1X1bhQ/s1600/IMG_8364b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409475864631015522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SxJRo2RheGI/AAAAAAAAFxE/1vCFG1X1bhQ/s200/IMG_8364b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SxJRpXM3geI/AAAAAAAAFxM/Wmn81E3aCBQ/s1600/IMG_8366b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409475873469858274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SxJRpXM3geI/AAAAAAAAFxM/Wmn81E3aCBQ/s200/IMG_8366b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This little devil was given an award for his consistent good work this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no examination for P1 kids in his school, so they were assessed through their daily class work, weekly spelling and ad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoc&lt;/span&gt; tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've to say that this is solely his own effort that's paid off. I've not done any extra work with him. In fact, we did not even finish a quarter of those assessment books we bought. All I did was just check that he had finished him daily work and studied for his spelling. The rest was up to him. Felt a little guilty not doing anything for him. He really deserves a pat on his shoulder. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e're proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep it up, Xiaobudian! Continue to persevere and keep up your desire for excellence. You've a long way to go! Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-3368423740739784096?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/3368423740739784096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=3368423740739784096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3368423740739784096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3368423740739784096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-star.html' title='He&apos;s a star!'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SxJRo2RheGI/AAAAAAAAFxE/1vCFG1X1bhQ/s72-c/IMG_8364b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-4544257122095373425</id><published>2009-11-17T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:05:18.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>缘</title><content type='html'>早上去巴刹，鱼贩JANE问妈妈心情好些了吗？谈话间，她说自己觉得很遗憾，没能到爸的灵堂上柱香。跟着她就跑去买了一些冥纸，托我帮她烧给爸。她说：＂。。我很早就没有父亲了，所以你爸爸给我一种很慈祥的感觉。。。唉，真的很心痛。。＂我只能以一声＂谢谢＂感激她对爸爸的厚爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上星期，煤气店老板送煤气到大姐家，便问大姐，爸爸身体好些吗？当被告知爸已过世，他先是惊讶，转而惋惜。从二十出头的小伙子到现在五十多了，他认识我爸也三十多年了。所谓日久生情，也有了一定的＇感情＇吧。对老人家的离去，也有些许难过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个认识了三十多年、一个认识不到三年。两人却同样对爸爸有着一种无法解释的＇情＇。也许这就是缘吧？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-4544257122095373425?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/4544257122095373425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=4544257122095373425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4544257122095373425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4544257122095373425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_17.html' title='缘'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-7634060633822847125</id><published>2009-11-17T07:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:59:55.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's exactly a month already....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;..and the pain is still so intense.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At that exact time last night, I was unable to fall asleep.  I was silently sobbing in bed, not because of him, but something else.  Suddenly I recalled, a month ago, that time, we were surrounding him, sending him off with so much pain and tears.  And then the thing I was sad about became so insignificant, so minute, compared to our lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I stopped sobbing and told myself I've to be strong, because I've a father who'd been so strong and resilient all his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you, 爸爸.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-7634060633822847125?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/7634060633822847125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=7634060633822847125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7634060633822847125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7634060633822847125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-exactly-month-already.html' title='It&apos;s exactly a month already....'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-8573965072967000269</id><published>2009-11-15T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:46:15.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are these really his messages to us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;got this message from Hui yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aunt carol, I dreamt about waigong.  He was telling me he had just moved into his new house a few days ago.  He was also walking like he used to when he was younger, full of vigour. Told us all not to worry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is Dad really trying to get the message to us?  Is he really conveying all these messages to let us know he's fine?  I do hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-8573965072967000269?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/8573965072967000269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=8573965072967000269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8573965072967000269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8573965072967000269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-these-really-his-messages-to-us.html' title='are these really his messages to us?'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-1312299751404405389</id><published>2009-11-13T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:32:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>原来我还是那么脆弱</title><content type='html'>这两个星期我都没什么哭了，原以为眼泪已经哭干了，原来不是的。昨晚妈才去哥那里住几天，我的眼泪都回来了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来妈妈成了我泪泉上的一个栓子，她在的时候，就栓住了，眼泪就不流了。她一走开，我又失去了控制心情的力量。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得我好失败！一直劝哥哥姐姐们不要难过、不要哭，因为爸不要看到我们哭泣。结果呢？我自己却控制不了自己的泪水。爸，对不起，我好没用啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A friend messaged me last night after I updated on facebook. She said she sensed Dad and he asked her to tell me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... your dad saw u there.. but that you need to let go..he says to take care of yur loved ones ( i sense he is esp refering to a female, not sure if its yr mom? or an elderly someone female .. he says he is fine and will be fine. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, I know there are pple out there who can 'sense' things or 'see' things. Usually, my logical self will always brush these off as their own imaginations. However, in this case, my emotional self has the upper hand and chose to believe that that's really what Dad wanted to tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸，我会放下的，给我一些时间，我会做到的。你放心，我们会照顾好妈妈的，绝对不会让你失望。我永远永远都会记住和你一起的日子。我永远爱你！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-1312299751404405389?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/1312299751404405389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=1312299751404405389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1312299751404405389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1312299751404405389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='原来我还是那么脆弱'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-841859342566067279</id><published>2009-11-12T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:42:49.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SvwPcHWs9XI/AAAAAAAAFw8/xd47tMxmM1o/s1600-h/Image1343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403210628622775666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SvwPcHWs9XI/AAAAAAAAFw8/xd47tMxmM1o/s200/Image1343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Mum's room to check the calendar just now and this was what I found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She probably scribbled this onto the calendar.  She misses him so much.  I feel her pain, but I wont be able to understand how she's feeling now.  56-57yrs together, it's hard for us to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;爸，妈真的好想你。你到她梦里跟她再见一面，让她放心好吗？好吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-841859342566067279?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/841859342566067279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=841859342566067279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/841859342566067279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/841859342566067279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-mum.html' title='I love Mum'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SvwPcHWs9XI/AAAAAAAAFw8/xd47tMxmM1o/s72-c/Image1343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-2871613112365054442</id><published>2009-11-12T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:16:44.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Were you really there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brother came to fetch Mum just now. And he sat us down to tell us some things that went on earlier this week when they were helping out at the village temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The village God's birthday was on Monday, 9 Nov. He, SIL and god-nephew were helping out with preparation work at the temple till late on Sunday. They were hanging around and chit-chatting with god-brother's parents until nearly 11pm before they left. On Tue, god-nephew told Ting and god-brother's Mum that he actually saw Dad standing outside at the backyard late on Sunday night while they were chatting!!? And when Brother heard this, he questioned him, was he sure? He described that Dad was wearing exactly the same like we dressed him after he passed away. And that on Monday night, he saw Dad again when the priest was doing the prayers in the temple!? Is this real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it's been known for sometime that this god-nephew of ours seems to be able to 'see' things. So really wonder if he did see Dad at the temple. Anyway, if it's true, we're not surprised at all. Dad's been helping out at the temple since it was set up in 1972. It has grown to become part of him. It's the place where he can feel the connection with his hometown in China. All his plants are there too. In fact, we've been speculating that he's been struggling to hold on his life over the last few months just to wait for the village God's birthday. And if there wasn't 闰五月this year, then he would have lived past the God's birthday. This probably is the only regret that he had when he passed away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸，你真的到濠浦社去了吗？真的吗？&lt;br /&gt;我好想你。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-2871613112365054442?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/2871613112365054442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=2871613112365054442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2871613112365054442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2871613112365054442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-you-really-there.html' title='Were you really there?'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-8976204310874819229</id><published>2009-10-30T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:49:03.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>昨晚梦里是您吗？</title><content type='html'>梦境模糊不清，只是感觉您就在眼前。就像上星期六的梦一样，似曾相识的一幕，感觉您就在眼前，可就看不清、摸不着。我是真的梦见您了，还是因为日有所思？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想再次握您的手，可那已不再可能了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cousin, translation for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were you in my dream last night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was foggy, but I feel you right before me. Just like last Sat’s dream, the scene was déjà vu, and you were right before me, but I cant see you clearly, nor reach out to you. Were you really in my dream? Or was it just my imagination?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to hold your hand again, but that’s not possible anymore…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-8976204310874819229?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/8976204310874819229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=8976204310874819229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8976204310874819229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8976204310874819229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_30.html' title='昨晚梦里是您吗？'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-7255569932336444737</id><published>2009-10-28T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:37:21.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>缺口</title><content type='html'>我们每个人的心都缺了个口，因为您把那一块缺口给带走了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走进您的房间，坐在您的床上，抱着您的枕头，心里一阵阵酸痛。好希望您还坐在床上，可以和我聊天。可又不忍心看到您辛苦的样子。矛盾。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-7255569932336444737?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/7255569932336444737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=7255569932336444737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7255569932336444737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7255569932336444737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_28.html' title='缺口'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-3275262570473228396</id><published>2009-10-27T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:43:08.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我是不是想太多？</title><content type='html'>早上坐在沙发上看报纸，心里一阵酸，眼泪又流了下来。已经告诉自己不该再哭，应该为他得到解脱而开心，为他不再痛苦而感安慰。可是，家里没了他真的静了很多、很多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;认识兴化人的都知道，兴化人出了名＂大喉咙＂，讲话超大声！平时已习惯了听到他响亮的声音，和他的咳嗽声，但现在却是静得只听到外面鸟儿或车子的声音了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傍晚出去买东西时经过一间纸扎店，想起我们烧给爸的那些东西。后又想起头七那天，妈说：＂今天第七天了，你爸知道自己死了，不知道他怎样？＂把两件事放在一起，我心突然想到，如果真的人要到死后第七天才知道自己死了，那我们第四天晚上烧给他的东西他又怎会懂得去收呢？我看我是想太多了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-3275262570473228396?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/3275262570473228396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=3275262570473228396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3275262570473228396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3275262570473228396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_27.html' title='我是不是想太多？'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-8374161045646202101</id><published>2009-10-26T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:17:39.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...has been sick since Fri evening.  Diarrhea, vomitting and high fever.  Doc said it's gastric flu, so can only take symptomatic medicine while allowing the body purge out all the virus itself.  Poor boy was drowsy the whole Sat and ate nothing but half a bowl of watery porridge.  Yesterday was better and he felt hungry.  But after eating bread, he threw up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today he seems better, not as drowsy although still weak from the lack of food.  So hopefully he'll get well soon since his exams are next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He weighed himself and declared that he's lost 3kg in 2 days.  Poor boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-8374161045646202101?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/8374161045646202101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=8374161045646202101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8374161045646202101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8374161045646202101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/poor-matt.html' title='Poor Matt'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-4293336106511507394</id><published>2009-10-24T10:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:52:59.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 October to 22 October</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sua_kzlDkDI/AAAAAAAAFwU/suZkW0OCXm8/s1600-h/Image1278b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397211842491945010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sua_kzlDkDI/AAAAAAAAFwU/suZkW0OCXm8/s200/Image1278b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 守丧五天，夜夜都座无虚席。爸平时讲话也蛮尖锐、坦率的，相信得罪的人也不少。没想到来悼念他的人还有那么多，想必和他人缘好有关系吧。一些已逝乡亲的孩子们也来了。东马西马的亲朋戚友也来了。孩子孙子们的朋友、同学、同事们都来了。爸好像也感受到热闹的气氛，灵堂前的遗照好像越笑越开心似的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在此向前来悼念的亲朋戚友们致以最衷心的感激，感谢大家送他最后一程。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397212158345466946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sua_3MOZ1EI/AAAAAAAAFwc/bBq5bTJFMpY/s200/Image1294b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个人走了之后，就什么都没有了。一阵轻烟过后，剩下的也只是一堆白骨。最重要还是在活着的时候要懂得珍惜身边的人、做想做的事、吃想吃的东西，这样才不会有任何遗憾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸，我希望您真的像您常说的一样，很满足、很开心了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-4293336106511507394?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/4293336106511507394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=4293336106511507394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4293336106511507394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4293336106511507394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/17-october-to-22-october.html' title='17 October to 22 October'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sua_kzlDkDI/AAAAAAAAFwU/suZkW0OCXm8/s72-c/Image1278b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-9135842402714478624</id><published>2009-10-23T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:38:15.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Penning down the events of that day brought back tears and pain.  But that's also a way to put everything down and let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;爸，我好想你！不过你别担心，我会学习放下，把悲伤化作爱和力量，好好地爱护和照顾妈妈。您永远永远活在我心中。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love and miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-9135842402714478624?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/9135842402714478624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=9135842402714478624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/9135842402714478624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/9135842402714478624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/penning-down-events-of-that-day-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-2585074810772369419</id><published>2009-10-23T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:29:18.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 October, Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;635am - checked Dad's BP 150/89, pulse 150 and glucose 23.8. Still nausea and getting more breathless. Not a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;930am - checked Dad again and his BP 146/86, pulse 159 and glucose 22.3. Convinced him that he needed to see the doc, then called NCC walk-in clinic and they suggested sending him directly to SGH A&amp;amp;E. Told him and he said I should call 大姐 to accompany us since I'll need to park the car after dropping him off at the A&amp;amp;E. Called 大姐 and she could only get to my place around 12noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SuavHKva7vI/AAAAAAAAFvs/FsC3tyJISko/s1600-h/Dad+last+photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397193741127315186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SuavHKva7vI/AAAAAAAAFvs/FsC3tyJISko/s200/Dad+last+photo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;940am - He was so breathless he needed the oxygen concentrator very frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked so frail. My heart hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1235pm - sent Nic to school. 大姐 called and said she's reached my place. When I reached back home, he was already downstairs, panting very badly on the sofa. He walked down the stairs all by himself when he heard 大姐's voice. Seeing him pant really scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125pm - reached SGH A&amp;amp;E, and they wheeled him in for routine checks, and then into the emergency ward for oxygen. He was still able to talk then, despite being breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;220pm - getting very restless while waiting outside the emergency ward. Happened to turn around and looked into the ward and saw them wheeling him on a bed into the x-ray room. Felt slightly better seeing that he could still sit reclined and awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;232pm - my phone rang and it's him. But I was shocked that he's lost his voice and I could not figure out what he was trying to say. I panicked and started asking for help from the nursing students and security guards there to please help me find him. They found him and told me he just wanted to tell me he's fine and doctor has seen him. But I'm not sure if that's really it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm - a nurse came and told us that he needed to be warded. So 大姐 went to accompany him to the ward while I stayed behind to settle the admissions procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;415pm - went up to the ward and saw him. He was more breathless than earlier, and had to use an oxygen mask. His voice went totally hoarse and we had to guess what he was trying to tell us. When we guessed it wrong, he got irritated. We felt so helpless, and could only sit there and accompany him quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;430pm - Ward doctor came to see him. After checking him, he had a talk with me. Again he reiterated his deteriorating condition and suggested that we consider putting him in hospice care. His condition will get worse and we will not know how to react should emergency happen at home. And sending him to A&amp;amp;E all the time is not going to work either. I felt so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;450pm - 三姐 came to see him before heading to Pearl Centre for work. We tried to coax him to eat something and he agreed to have some milo. The nurses gave him some pills and morphine syrup. He didn't touch the porridge and carrot puree that was given to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;515pm - 三姐 left for work. He started chasing us home. Told him that Mum wants to come and we'll wait there for her. He shaked his head and didn't want us to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;525pm - 四姐 called and asked about his condition. She was heading into the Turf Club to report for work, but felt uneasy, so called to check. Told her not to worry, he should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;630pm - Again he chased us to go home. He looked irritated and I thought maybe he wanted to rest. So I suggested that we go for dinner first before returning to wait for Mum. He nodded his head. Asked if he wanted to eat anything, and he shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;705pm - We returned to the ward. A nurse was trying to measure his BP. He looked like he's sleeping. Felt something strange when the nurse tried to get his BP reading from his calf when she couldn't read anything from his arm. My instinct prompted me to lean forward to have a closer look. He looked strange and I tried calling him but no response. Felt his face and it was cold and sweaty!! I went into panic and started shouting for him to wake up, please don't go! The nurse called for help. the doctor came, and they shoo-ed 大姐 and me to wait outside. Frantically we started calling everyone to come quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;720pm - the doctor came and told us to be prepared for the worst. His lungs seemed to be collapsing and his BP and pulse are very weak. They have put on a drip for him to push up his BP, but that may not last if his lung functions deteriorate further. So they suggested giving him another drug to reduce his breathlessness, so that he will be in a more comfortable state. We seemed to be left with no other choice. Doctor's final words, "..with these 2 drips, his lungs will probably keep him till tonight or tomorrow...." I couldnt hear what else she said......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;730-1030pm - one came after another. He regained slight consciousness and was able to respond to what we said. Each time someone arrived, we will inform him and he will acknowledge with a nod. When we asked if he wanted some water or was he hungry, he briefly shook his head. His eyes remain half shut throughout, and continued to be breathing very hard. Finally when 四姐, last one, arrived, and we told him, he miraculously opened his eyes, took a last look and shut again after a couple of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1040pm - he waved both hands up and outwards, just like what he usually do when he 'chased' us to go home. We asked him if he wanted us to go home, and he nodded his head. He looked alright and seemed sleepy. So some thought maybe they could go back and have a shower before coming back to take over for the second half of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1120pm - in the end, most left and only Mum, Charmaine, Seth, Raymond, Terence, Weiting and I stayed behind. Dad looked like he's fallen asleep. Mum insisted on sitting on the arm-chair beside him to keep watch. So Seth, Charmaine, Terence and Weiting stayed with her. While Raymond and I took a rest outside the ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12midnight - Seth came and woke me up. I got a shock! Then he said, nothing happened, just that Granny wanted me inside. Went in, saw Dad still the same as before, but Mum insisted that his breathing is slowing down. Asked the nurse to check and she said the reading is 22, which is still in safe zone. Not sure what reading was that, probably breathing rate?? But Mum still insisted that I must call brother back bcos we're losing him. Called brother and sisters and told them to come back to appease Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1215am - came back into the ward after calling all of them. Dad's breathing pattern really changed! There're pauses in between and we started panicking and calling him to stay with us! Something prompted me to call 二姐 again and told her to rush down in a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1220am - His breathing became so faint, we cant see it from the oxygen mask anymore. Nurses came in and took his ECG reading. There was still heartbeat, but faint. They left us surrounding him, sobbing away. Mum kept telling him, "wait for your son, he's coming. You've to wait for him." I held on to his hand, witnessing the colours fade away from the finger tips. I'm so scared, so afraid that we’re losing him. Suddenly, reality was setting in, we're really losing him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230am - 二姐 arrived. Mum kept saying that he's already gone. Although we kinda agreed with her, but we kept insisting that he's still with us and his body was still warm. Seth had his palm on his left chest all the time, and he knew there's nothing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1245am - Nurses came for another round of ECG reading. They didn't tell us anything, just left us to grieve by his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1257am - doctor came and checked his eyes for any sign of response. Time of death certified at 0057hrs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We lost our dearest Papa/Waigong on 17 October 2009, 0057hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-2585074810772369419?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/2585074810772369419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=2585074810772369419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2585074810772369419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2585074810772369419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/16-october-friday.html' title='16 October, Friday'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SuavHKva7vI/AAAAAAAAFvs/FsC3tyJISko/s72-c/Dad+last+photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6680612020313782900</id><published>2009-10-15T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:03:58.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;just before noon, Dad vomitted some yellow liquid.  He thinks it might be the turtle soup he ate last night, too oily causing him discomfort.  But I'm not sure...  He seems more breathless these 2 days and using the oxygen concentrator more often.  Sms-ed the home care nurse and she said to monitor him.  If it persist and he starts having fever, will have to send him to hospital again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday after his shower, he said his left arm felt a bit numb.  I felt the back of his neck and there seems to be more 'bums' there and when I press on them, he felt pain on a few of them.  Both his forearms and the back of his palms are swollen, and there's 2 'holes' on his right forearm that's 'leaking' constantly.  I'm so afraid that some infection might set in and things might take the wrong turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm scared....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6680612020313782900?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6680612020313782900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6680612020313782900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6680612020313782900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6680612020313782900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/worry.html' title='Worry....'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-8880280391801135002</id><published>2009-10-15T08:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:54:56.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you...and sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To all my dear friends who've emailed or messaged me.  Thank you very much for your concern and well-wishes.  But I'm sorry I'm not exactly in the right frame of mind to speak with anyone outside the family.  And as I'm already updating my extended family on my blog, it's just too draining and depressing for me to reproduce whatever I've written again onto individual emails to you all.  I hope to have your understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you once again.  Dun worry, I'm still standing.  I'm his pillar of strength now, and I cant afford to fall.  I will strive on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-8880280391801135002?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/8880280391801135002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=8880280391801135002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8880280391801135002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8880280391801135002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-youand-sorry.html' title='Thank you...and sorry'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-1724207475587154611</id><published>2009-10-14T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:47:04.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to de-stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;was chosen for a commercial shoot because they wanted an aunty face to make it more convincing. hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Met the crew at the supermarket this afternoon. They were a fun group of people. That made things much easier for me since it's my first time (and most probably last). We joked and laughed throughout the setup and shooting. The whole crew was very easy-going and they were very forgiving when I made so many mistakes and kept having "NG".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was hardwork. Shooting only took 5-10mins, but the equipment and area setting up took much longer. And imagine, the actual commercial will only be like 15-20secs? The whole thing took about 3hrs to complete just for 3 shots. Tough job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drew was with me and had a part to play in it too. It was both fun and scary for him. haha... But a good experience as he finally get to see how a commercial is produced and how tough is work in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to the fun people I met today. You helped take the stress (and my migraine;P) off my mind for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-1724207475587154611?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/1724207475587154611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=1724207475587154611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1724207475587154611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1724207475587154611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-to-de-stress.html' title='Off to de-stress'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6003550686208188489</id><published>2009-10-09T22:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:17:26.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad was discharged today. The last 2 days they gave him morphine syrup, some injections and a new steroid drug. An x-ray was taken for his lungs upon admission and the oncologist requested a CT scan. All was done and they decided that he should head home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;His oncologist reduced a couple of his hypertension medication and added the morphine syrup and steroid drug. Spoke to the MO over the phone when I fetched him. Apparently the CT scan was ordered because his oncologist found some unknown shadows in his chest xray. Unfortunately the CT scan confirmed his suspicion. The tumour in his lung has started spreading. They're not sure if there's any spreading through those in his lymph nodes though. But my sixth sense and daily observation tells me it has. Now the only thing that can be done is to provide symptomatic treatment as and when needed. An oxygen concentrator is recommended for standby whenever he gets too breathless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine hearing all these in front of him and having to keep a straight face. I dunno when I have learned this skill of acting. I felt so numb..so helpless..so lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6003550686208188489?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6003550686208188489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6003550686208188489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6003550686208188489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6003550686208188489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/dad-was-discharged-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-8462873305136917322</id><published>2009-10-09T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:32:14.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>昨天。。。</title><content type='html'>。。在医院，老爸说，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＂我没事啦，打了针，精神好多了，也没那么喘。你不要担心啊，知道吗？不要担心、不要难过，如果一天我真的走了，你们不要哭，知道吗？我不担心，也没有遗憾，我很满足了。＂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我心很痛。。很痛。。。我整颗心就快被泪水淹没了。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-8462873305136917322?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/8462873305136917322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=8462873305136917322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8462873305136917322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8462873305136917322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_09.html' title='昨天。。。'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-7863137362491457688</id><published>2009-10-07T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:37:55.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He must have felt really bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;..yesterday that he asked to see the doctor.  He didn't eat much for breakfast, only took a slice of mooncake around 11+.  Didn't even touch his lunch at all. Can see that he's really catching his breath when he asked me if we can ask the homecare doctor to come? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sms the home care nurse, but she suggested we bring him to NCC's walk-in clinic.  Called NCC, they checked and recommended that we send him directly to SGH A&amp;amp;E and have him admitted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spent about 5hr+ at the A&amp;amp;E and they still couldn't get a bed ready for him.  But he looked much better and could drink a cup of milo and ate some biscuits.  It was 10pm and he chased us home while he stayed at the observation room and waited to be transferred to the ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At 1140pm, he called me and got the nurse to tell me his ward and bed numbers.  At least they got him into the ward and he could sleep better on a proper bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning went there around 8am and managed to catch the oncologist before he left.  He has ordered for a CT scan for Dad to check the condition of his lungs. And according to him, the swelling that Dad's experiencing now is due to the fall in his nutrition level, which is common in end stage patients.  They will prescribe morphine to help him ease any pain and reduce his breathlessness.  And will also arrange for an oxygen machine for him to use at home after his discharge.  These seemed to be the only things they could do for him now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When Mum and I went back to see Dad again after lunch, he looked much better.  He said they gave him an injection and he felt less breathless.  His appetite improved a little and he could finish most of his lunch. I bought 2 pieces of sugar roll for him and he gladly kept it aside for tea.  But we were there for merely half an hour and the 2 of them started squabbling again.  Then he literally chased us home. sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I shd be happy, since that means he's breathing well enough to argue with Mum!? hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-7863137362491457688?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/7863137362491457688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=7863137362491457688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7863137362491457688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7863137362491457688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-must-have-felt-really-bad.html' title='He must have felt really bad...'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6663673309734367107</id><published>2009-10-05T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:44:21.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我还能做些什么？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;听见爸的咳声，我走进房去看他。刚睡醒的他，样子非常憔悴。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＂爸，今天会很喘吗？胃口好点吗？＂&lt;br /&gt;＂很喘，躺着透不过气，坐着大腿那里又痛。啧。。很辛苦。＂&lt;br /&gt;＂你刚吃药，等多一下可能会比较好点。＂&lt;br /&gt;＂哎呀，你不懂。这样子，吃也喘、睡也喘、讲话也喘，真的很辛苦。可以走的话，快点走了好些。＂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我哽咽着，说不出话了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＂唉，你们不要担心，我自己都不担心了。活到这个岁数，有大家在我身边，我很满足了。＂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我低着头，默默握着他的手，泪水只能在眼眶里打滚。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6663673309734367107?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6663673309734367107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6663673309734367107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6663673309734367107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6663673309734367107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='我还能做些什么？'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-8238832626450953220</id><published>2009-10-04T16:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:16:36.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what luck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/StbaRVcM-0I/AAAAAAAAFvc/eb_X-ybbCKE/s1600-h/Image1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392737595170814786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/StbaRVcM-0I/AAAAAAAAFvc/eb_X-ybbCKE/s200/Image1255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hubby went JB for golf yesterday with few friends. Parked his car along the road side and walked about 4-5 shops down the corner for lunch. Just less than an hour and they returned to a shattered car window and 2 missing bags! :&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 of his friends lost their bags along with their wallets and passports. Luckily hub and the 3rd friend placed their bags in the back below the golf clubs. Otherwise all 4 bags would have been taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nagged at him not to go JB for golf again. But as usual, he has his own excuses, "aiya, this is not the usual place we go to. Otherwise wouldn't have happened. Our usual haunt very safe one." !!!??? sigh...he'll go to extremes just for golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-8238832626450953220?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/8238832626450953220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=8238832626450953220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8238832626450953220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8238832626450953220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-luck.html' title='what luck!'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/StbaRVcM-0I/AAAAAAAAFvc/eb_X-ybbCKE/s72-c/Image1255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-2888498763845693847</id><published>2009-10-01T11:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:53:47.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm not 100% Chinese afterall!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All these years I've been questioned so often about my ethnicity. Many thought I had some Indian or whatever descent, which contributed to my sharp features. When I was younger, I tend to get offended and proclaimed to be 100% pure Chinese. Never would I imagine that 41yrs later today, then I found out that I'm 1/16 of an 'ang-moh'!! And most probably it's Russian descent somemore! haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, my Mum has brown hair, sharp nose and was really fair when she was young. I've asked her quite a few times if she knew whether there's been some inter-racial marriage in her natural parents' ancestral line. But she didn't know because her natural parents had never told her anything. I must dig out her wedding photo and you'll understand why I got suspicious as I get older. And then yesterday, she went to Malaysia to attend my cousin's son's wedding. It was there that she started chatting with my other cousins and found out this bit of history from them! So amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently, my Mum's paternal great-grandfather was a Caucasian raised by a Chinese family. The background was like he was born to an unwed Caucasian mother, and they had to give him up. We believe this took place in mid-1800s in China. My cousins briefly remembered his nationality was probably Russian. What a discovery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Told my siblings via sms and they were all so surprised! It sure sounds unbelievable...haha... But I'm not kidding ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-2888498763845693847?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/2888498763845693847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=2888498763845693847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2888498763845693847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2888498763845693847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-im-not-100-chinese-afterall.html' title='So I&apos;m not 100% Chinese afterall!!!'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-1912670037787820611</id><published>2009-09-28T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:52:59.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;was reading the papers when I heard their commotion. Went up and saw Mum yelling at Dad, while he looked so irritated and told her to go downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This has been a common sight in recent weeks. Dad being breathless, could only speak softly. Mum trying as far as possible to help/care for him, but always cant hear him clearly despite having her hearing aid. So when Dad says this, she'll do that. Then Dad had to repeat himself till he got fedup and started shouting at her! Mum being ultra-sensitive will start yelling back and say that he's being so unreasonable and scolding her so often since he fell sick. But seriously, this is not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brought Mum downstair and sat down with her for breakfast. Tried to console her and explain to her that he wasn't scolding her, etc etc. I reckon I had to reiterate the fact to her that Dad's days are numbered and he'll get weaker and weaker. So she had to be prepared herself and be more patient with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Think she's also very stressed, so afternoon brought her out to have coffee with sis. Trying to let her have some fresh air and destress a bit. Really worried about her emotional being when the time comes. sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-1912670037787820611?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/1912670037787820611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=1912670037787820611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1912670037787820611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1912670037787820611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/09/poor-mum.html' title='Poor Mum'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-7100100984071528704</id><published>2009-09-23T16:23:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:19:03.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The HCA Hospice care nurse paid a first visit today. The nurse is a very warm and friendly Indian lady. She asked a series of routine questions and recorded all the medications that Dad is currently taking. She also took down details of patient's spouse and primary caregiver, and income details of immediate family members (in our case, the patient's children). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She also examined Dad physically and explained to us how they go about with the palliative care support. She will visit on a weekly or fortnightly basis to ensure that patient's condition is stable. A doctor will visit with her once a month, or as and when the need arises. And as and when they see the need through their routine checks, they will contact the oncologist-in-charge at NCC to feedback on Dad's condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad seems quite comfortable with her, and good thing is, she speaks Mandarin too. Let's hope that she'll be able to help lessen Dad's pain in the days to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:75%;"&gt;HCA Hospice Care (HCA) is a registered charity that provides comfort and support to patients with life-limiting illnesses and their families. We do this through a hospice home care service and a hospice day care centre. More than 25,000 patients have been treated by HCA since it was founded in 1989. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We understand how lonely, stressful and traumatic it can be for patients and their families to deal with a life-limiting illness. Our aim is to provide pain and symptom relief as well as emotional and spiritual support for patients and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCA looks after more than 2,700 patients at home annually and the HCA Day Care Centre sees more than 250 patients who make more than 5,000 visits to our centre each year. We are indeed a small charity with a big reach. Find out more about our services for patients at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hca.org.sg/hospiceservices.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:75%;"&gt;HCA Hospice Services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:75%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides caring for patients, we are also committed to providing training and support for caregivers who look after their dying loved ones at home. Find out how you can join these programmes at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hca.org.sg/outreachprogrammes.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:75%;"&gt;HCA Outreach Programmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:75%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the adult caregivers, we also reach out to children and youths. With an aging population in Singapore and cancer being the number one cause of death, the numbers of elderly and persons with life-limiting illnesses will rise. HCA's goal is to help our younger generation to relate to and to learn how to care for the elderly sick. We have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hca.org.sg/outreachProgrammes-SEP.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:75%;"&gt;Student &amp;amp; Youth Education Programme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:75%;"&gt; aimed at reaching students in the upper primary, second and post secondary age groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;慈怀护理是一所注册的慈善机构。我们专为末期病患者以及其家属提供医疗护理与支援。自１９８９年成立至今，慈怀护理已经为多达２万名病患者服务。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我们了解病患者与末期疾病周旋时所面对的种种压力、挫折与孤立感。我们的服务宗旨不但是为病患者减轻疼痛与控制病症，同时也为他们及家属提供心理与精神上的支持及辅导。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;慈怀护理每年为超过２千７百名病患者提供居家护理服务。我们的日间护理中心每年也有多达２５０名病患者接受疗程。其到访总次数高达５千次以上。慈怀护理虽然是一所小型的慈善机构，但是我们拥有广泛的支援与服务范围。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-7100100984071528704?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/7100100984071528704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=7100100984071528704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7100100984071528704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7100100984071528704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-visit.html' title='Home visit'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-4379131250213691337</id><published>2009-09-16T13:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:04:42.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Sep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad had his CT scan and blood tests done on 3 Sep, and oncologist added an ultra-sound scan on his left arm to check for any vein blockage that may be causing the water retention/swelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went back for his regular follow-up at NCC on 8 Sep. The atmosphere was kind of solemn. I dunno why, but just didn't feel good. Usually the registrar will see us and then check with the senior oncologist if there's need for additional medication or not. But this round, the senior oncologist saw us himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I ever grumbled about this senior oncologist not very willing to talk to family members, preferring to talk to patient directly. But this round, he spoke quite a bit with me. And unlike the usual where he'll pull out the CT scans onscreen and compare with the previous scans, he didn't this time. This really make me feel very uneasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, he asked about the side effects Dad got from Tarceva again. And explained that they really didn't expect Dad to react so badly to it. Most patients had little or zero side effects and the drug helped eliminate most of the symptoms for them. He asked Dad if he would want to try it one more time, but Dad rejected flatly. Guess he's totally shakened by the experience and wouldn't want to go thru it again. He disclosed that the recent blood tests also showed that Dad's kidney function is weakening and that could also be a possible reason why Dad reacted so badly to Tarceva. This made me recall why the polyclinic doctor always emphasized that Dad has to maintain very good glucose readings so that his kidneys will not weaken. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The senior oncologist said that with Dad's kidney condition, they will not be able to put him on other chemo drugs, oral or intravenous. So the only thing they could do for him will be palliative care already. He will refer Dad's case to the Hospice Home Care service and their nurses and doctors will visit on a regular basis to determine what drugs to prescribe to treat whatever symptoms Dad may have going forward. He'll see Dad again in Nov for follow up, but there's no CT scan required anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is hospice and palliative care? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hospice and palliative care is a holistic approach that cares for patients &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;going through the last stages of their lives. It aims to meet all needs - physical, emotional, psychosocial and spiritual, in order to alleviate suffering and maximise quality of life for patients and their loved ones. Staff and volunteers work in multi-professional teams to enable patients to live fully and provide support to these patients and their families. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palliative care is a form of specialized care that focuses on pain relief and pain management for pain caused by illnesses or treatments. Such care is provided in both hospitals and hospices. Hospice care focuses on the emotional, mental and spiritual wellbeing of the patient on top of the physical wellbeing. It includes services that not only cater to the individual patient, but also facilitate bonding between patients, friends,&lt;br /&gt;families and volunteers. Hospices function on the belief that each individual should have a pain-free and dignified death, and that the family of the dying should have support during this difficult period. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hospice and palliative care is not restricted to any one type of life-limiting illness. Although cancer is the most common ailment of patients receiving hospice and palliative care, a patient with any condition that is terminal and life limiting can be cared for properly under hospice and palliative care. An important point to note about hospice and palliative care is that it is generally provided for patients who have been diagnosed as having just months to live, and not years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I explain to Dad about the Home Care arrangements, he seemed to understand what that all means. He seemed calm, and resigned. Felt so lost. sigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-4379131250213691337?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/4379131250213691337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=4379131250213691337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4379131250213691337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4379131250213691337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/09/8-sep.html' title='8 Sep'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-2839968531710962673</id><published>2009-09-16T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:01:07.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many blows can a person deal with in a lifetime?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Earthquake struck West Java again on 2 Sep. So unfortunately, my helper's kampong was affected. She called her brother and found out both their houses collapsed during the quake. The most devastating was her younger twin daughter went missing in school, while her elder twin girl suffered a fractured leg. We quickly packed her back home to look for her missing girl and sort out the treatment for her other girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadly, her younger girl didn't survive. She was found buried under a thick wall behind the school's toilet. Poor girl was only 11yo. My poor helper's life is really sorrowful! She lost her father at age 7, then her husband when her girls were only 11mths old. And now she has to suffer the pain of losing her own daughter. How much more does she have to suffer? sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her elder girl had more than a fractured leg. The skin on her forehead was torn off when some concrete fell on her and her right eye lid was cut too. Fortunately her eye was not injured. She had to go thru few hours of surgery just to repair the skin on her forehead, and will need 4-6mths for her bones to fully recover. Poor girl was still suffering from the shock and still screams whenever she feels trembles or hears thunder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the 44 households in her kampong lost their homes. The whole kampong was a total mess of rubbles. It was horrible. And when she's there, there were still quite a lot of after-shocks. There were no food, no water, and govt has no resources to help the pple. The only thing they sent was 3pkts of indomee for each person. The stronger men had to travel to the next kampong to bring back drinkable water and some dry food. And when some representatives went to the local govt office for help with food, the only thing they were given was a bag of rice (about size of 10kg bag) for the whole kampong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She met another FDW on the same flight home who was returning after ending her contract, and so happened to see her in the same kampong again. The poor girl did not even know there was an earthquake and was devastated to return to a collapsed house and a dead brother and father! Such a sad sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, she has moved her family to another kampong, further away from the earthquake zone. She managed to lease a house from another FDW who's working in Saudi. There's a small land parcel that comes with the house and her brother can use the land to do some farming for now. So at least she doesn't hv to worry about the roof over their head for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We're glad that we let her go back and settled all these. At least she can continue to work here with some peace of mind, knowing her family's safe for now. Let's hope that her elder daughter will recover soon and be well again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-2839968531710962673?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/2839968531710962673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=2839968531710962673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2839968531710962673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2839968531710962673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-many-blows-can-person-deal-with-in.html' title='How many blows can a person deal with in a lifetime?'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-4976644315903348803</id><published>2009-09-15T16:52:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:20:26.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No mood for anything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's nearly a month since my last update. There has been thoughts and stuff to blog, but I was just not in any mood to write at all. Frankly, I am feeling very depressed. In fact I'm suffocating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nyway, gonna just pen down some stuff which I've 'scribbled' on my hp over the last few weeks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 Aug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Called NCC to change scan and appt dates yesterday, but in the end the oncologist requested that we bring Dad into the walk-in clinic for a review. Brought him there and was seen by the MO on duty. Sometimes I hate seeing these MOs. They dun read the file records, and then we as patients, have to give them an account of what has happened over the weeks. Then each time, you'll see a different MO and have to repeat all over again! And the other thing is, they like to make sweeping statements based on their own observations, and not taking into account primary caregiver's explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I nearly got into an argument again with this MO bcos he kept saying that there seems nothing wrong with Dad, and all his symptoms and condition were normal in any 80yo. I got so frustrated and told him off! Asked him how would he feel if his father was still walking faster than him few mths ago and now had problem even walking 3 metres to the loo? How would he feel if his usually chatty and positive father suddenly became quiet and lost the smiles on his face? I know I shouldn't have been so hostile, but sometimes we just have to insist to get our message across. At least that convinced him enough to contact the senior oncologist and got him over to review Dad's condition. In the end, the oncologist apologised to Dad for all the discomfort that Tarceva had caused. And gave him some gastritis medication to help sooth his tummy, and hopefully help him eat better again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 Aug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The swell on Dad's back is getting bigger. So I told his diabetic doc during his appt, and he decided to make an incision to remove the pus and any debris. After that he'll need to go for daily cleansing and re-dressing at the GP's clinic. While waiting to do the procedure, Dad seemed unhappy. He first grumbled about Mum's itchy fingers causing the swell. Then he lamented that I shd not have told the doc, then he didn't hv to go through all the hassle. But how can I not say? Does he expect me to leave it? With his condition, it might get worse and what if it becomes gangrene? My heart hurts when he sounded like I'm to blame for the ordeal. I'm feeling so weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 Aug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SsQ4fChZd-I/AAAAAAAAFvE/UU-0SUJ41W0/s1600-h/Image0881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387493160146008034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SsQ4fChZd-I/AAAAAAAAFvE/UU-0SUJ41W0/s200/Image0881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brought Dad to the GP to clean and re-dress his incision wound. This is the first time I saw his wound. Gosh! It looked bad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He'll have to visit the GP everyday to clean and re-dress the wound till there's no more bleeding or pus. GP said there's not much debris inside, so it shd heal pretty fast. Keeping fingers crossed that it'll dry up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Sep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;have this recorded on my hp, but cant remember where I read it or did I come up with it myself?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When a man truely loves a woman, he'll want to protect her and preserve her dignity in the face of the world."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-4976644315903348803?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/4976644315903348803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=4976644315903348803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4976644315903348803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4976644315903348803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-mood-for-anything.html' title='No mood for anything...'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SsQ4fChZd-I/AAAAAAAAFvE/UU-0SUJ41W0/s72-c/Image0881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-7298627233270779407</id><published>2009-08-18T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:30:05.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been seven days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...since he stopped going out of his room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eating wise he's alright.  Not eating as much as before, but still reasonable.  His gum sores are 95% gone, though right side still hurts a bit.  He can chew on softer meat/fish dishes already.  He's now eating 3 main meals and a light snack in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He claims that his right thigh is 'sng' and he has not enough strength to go downstairs. But bro suggested to piggy-back him down on Sunday and he refused.  Told him he had to at least walk around his room, or out to the study area, to exercise his legs so they'll strengthen. He just simply 'ok ok' when mum and I told suggested, but never did leave his recliner except for the loo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;His cough seems to hv worsen a little.  He doesn't cough all the time, but whenever he coughs, it's so bad that he gags. Feels so painful and helpless whenever we see him cough.  All I could do is ask him to take the cough syrup, but it's not helping much though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but what worries me most is his silence.  The usual smile is missing from his face, instead i see despair.  I'm not sure if we made the right decision to let him try Tarceva.  But I'm very sure he's resentful about the serious side effects that it has caused him. It must have been really terrible for him to feel this way.  I'm feeling really bad about it.  I dunno what to say to him, cant even bring myself to make small talks with him.  I'm so afraid my emotions will overwhelm me when I start talking to him. All I could do is to stay around the study area outside his room. Be ready when he needs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天爸的老朋友，阿良，打电话告诉他自己患了喉癌。妈说他们聊了蛮久的。谈话间爸说，＂哎呀，现在能闭上眼睛就这么走了最好，那么受罪拖着有什么意思？＂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今早阿良又打电话来了，我又听爸说了同样的那句话。我脑子空白了。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-7298627233270779407?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/7298627233270779407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=7298627233270779407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7298627233270779407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7298627233270779407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-seven-days.html' title='It&apos;s been seven days...'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-5930782926472293406</id><published>2009-08-16T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:03:20.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>当游戏不再是游戏，而是一种麻醉和逃避。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-5930782926472293406?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-5534556381658124197</id><published>2009-08-13T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:01:05.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>子倔母忧</title><content type='html'>为什么每次孩子犯错，道歉和担忧的反而是我呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨晚上床后，老二才如梦初醒，突然爬起身要求我写封信给级任老师！？原来前天上数学课时他分心了，在课堂上给曲棍球画记号，结果球被没收了，所以需要家长写信索回。唉。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今早临上车前，他又突然想起什么似的，冲上楼去，一会儿又两手空空地下来。上车后才知道他找不着数学课本，肯定又要挨老师训话了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;伤神啊！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-5534556381658124197?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/5534556381658124197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Just when I thot he's getting better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;he seems to be weaker again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After 3 days without food, finally Dad managed to eat something on Monday night.  Yesterday he could also eat some oats for breakfast and some kway teow soup for lunch and dinner.  But this morning he looked so weak, he didn't even want to go downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wati cooked a bowl of oats for him and he finished it.  But he still looked so lethargic, resting/sleeping on his recliner chair.  He's not running a fever, and he just said he's tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really dunno what's wrong with him.  Gonna observe him this afternoon to see how. sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6970523205451806417?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6970523205451806417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6970523205451806417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6970523205451806417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6970523205451806417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-when-i-thot-hes-getting-better.html' title='Just when I thot he&apos;s getting better...'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-559402223751458469</id><published>2009-08-08T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:15:25.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids' new 'pet'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sn-sIQhN6aI/AAAAAAAAFu8/3zTdWDs4ibA/s1600-h/IMG_7705.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368198538722142626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sn-sIQhN6aI/AAAAAAAAFu8/3zTdWDs4ibA/s200/IMG_7705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caught a small grasshopper in the garden for the boys.  Now they're keeping it like a pet!  It was about 1.5cm when I caught it 2 days ago, then it shedded it's 'skin' yesterday and it looked bigger now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We kept it in a jam jar, with perforated paper cover.  Matt is giving it fresh cut grass every 3 days.  Hopefully it'll grow well and perhaps we'll release it into the park when it gets bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-559402223751458469?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/559402223751458469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=559402223751458469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/559402223751458469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/559402223751458469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/08/kids-new-pet.html' title='Kids&apos; new &apos;pet&apos;'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sn-sIQhN6aI/AAAAAAAAFu8/3zTdWDs4ibA/s72-c/IMG_7705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6844914739208788983</id><published>2009-08-07T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:08:27.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sore gums, mouth and throat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;seems like Dad's gum and mouth sores are getting worse.  His throat is so sore, he finds it painful even swallowing water.  He hasn't been eating much since last evening.  Skipped dinner totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning cooked oats for him, but in the end he didn't even touched it.  Only drank half a cup of coffee.  Even his usually high intake of water has reduced quite a lot.  He's sipping little bit here and there.  He feels pain even when he talks, so he's been gesturing to mum to do things for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lunch cooked kway teow soup and again he didn't eat.  Checked his blood sugar and it was 4.6, so I coaxed him to drink half a cup of Fruitree apple juice, just to maintain his blood sugar.  His cheeks and nose also looks raw with rashes.  Already his skin is flaky, now it's getting worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum bought a bowl of tau-huay back after lunch and managed to get him to eat half bowl.  But he skipped dinner again. Looking at him makes me feel his pain.  There's really nothing I can do for him.  Just had to wait for these side effects to subside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will probably talk to his oncologist again next week and perhaps should stop the Tarceva totally.  It's not helping much with his panting and water retention.  Instead it's adding more pain to him.  I hate to see him suffer like that.  I'd rather he pant a bit, but still can enjoy his favourite food.  When one cant eat or drink, you'll start to lose faith in life.  No, I dun want him to give up yet.  I cant afford to lose him yet.  Noooooooooooo...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6844914739208788983?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6844914739208788983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6844914739208788983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6844914739208788983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6844914739208788983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/08/sore-gums-mouth-and-throat.html' title='sore gums, mouth and throat'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-8807962059196605925</id><published>2009-08-06T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:10:33.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diarrhea and ulcers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad had about 9 times of diarrhea since late yesterday afternoon.  His mouth and gums hv started having ulcers and sore too.  So I brought him back to NCC's walk-in clinic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He was checked by a young doctor who simply said there isn't any ulcers in his mouth YET, and he doesn't look dehydrated.  So there's no cause for alarm, and that he should just continue on Tarceva and take the anti-diarrhea medicine as prescribed.  But I was not convinced and insisted that he check with the senior oncologist.  It was then that he called and senior oncologist and checked.  Finally came back and said to stop Tarceva for 2 days, let the diarrhea subside before continuing again.  He also gave a solution for Dad to gargle his mouth to reduce the ulcers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sis went with us.  She felt that I was a bit 'unreasonable' when I insisted that the young doctor checked with the senior oncologist.  But I felt that we are the patient's family and we know exactly how he's doing throughout the day.  How can the doctor just based on how he looked physically and say that he's fine?  Does he think I've nothing better to do then to keep sending my dad to the hospital?  Moreover the senior oncologist did mention that we shd come back if Dad has diarrhea more than 4 times in a day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I dun care what others may think of me or my attitude when it concerns Dad's illness.  I just want to make sure he's feeling ok and not in too much discomfort.  That's all I care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, I'm born with this pair of fierce eyes.  Not my choice.  And it is the voluntary muscles that raise my brows and make my eyes even bigger.  I'm not fierce nor rude, but just the look which is not within my control.  I wish I hv Sandy Lam's eyes lor.  Then pple will stop judging me based on my looks lor. sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-8807962059196605925?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/8807962059196605925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=8807962059196605925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8807962059196605925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8807962059196605925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/08/diarrhea-and-ulcers.html' title='Diarrhea and ulcers'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-8472690553093005140</id><published>2009-08-06T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:55:16.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'love' notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nic left a self-made 'envelope' on my bedside table last Thu night.  I didn't realise there was a note inside until Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SnqKt_ns0zI/AAAAAAAAFu0/-dgZaAiAO4k/s1600-h/Image0767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366754428742062898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SnqKt_ns0zI/AAAAAAAAFu0/-dgZaAiAO4k/s320/Image0767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I recalled he was lying on the floor beside me, kind of restless, while I was monitoring his brothers finishing off their homework that night.  This terrible mummy didn't even realise that he was already not feeling well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next morning he woke up with a high fever and was down with sore throat.  His throat subsequently developed 2 ulcers!  Poor boy was on 4 days MC and only went back to school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This taught me a lesson.  Must always read little notes they leave for me immediately in future.  They may be telling me something which needs immediate attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SnqKmcxaDuI/AAAAAAAAFus/H7Iwjepi7mU/s1600-h/Image0767.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-8472690553093005140?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/8472690553093005140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=8472690553093005140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8472690553093005140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8472690553093005140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-notes.html' title='&apos;love&apos; notes'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SnqKt_ns0zI/AAAAAAAAFu0/-dgZaAiAO4k/s72-c/Image0767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-8366348636838712976</id><published>2009-08-05T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:26:04.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mild temperature, still panting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the 6th day Dad's been on Tarceva. So far side effects been minimal, though he's got some rashes on his face. Diarrhea only set in today, once only. He's running a mild temperature though. Measured at 37.3 this morning, then 38 around noon and now back to 37.9, and I've just given him a panadol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He is still panting, but he said it's much better than over the weekend. Based on what he described, over the weekend, it was really like couldn't catch his breath at all, like anytime he'd just stop breathing. Thankfully it has gotten slightly better. Now he'll pant, but once he's rested, it'll be better and he doesn't feel so bloated too. Hopefully it's the Tarceva taking effect and helping a little with the lymphatic drainage. A good sign for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-8366348636838712976?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/8366348636838712976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=8366348636838712976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8366348636838712976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8366348636838712976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/08/mild-temperature-still-panting.html' title='Mild temperature, still panting'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-1102445353491102795</id><published>2009-08-01T17:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:43:26.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SnQLJnwpcgI/AAAAAAAAFuk/B7A7PHLDTTc/s1600-h/Image0721b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364925316024857090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SnQLJnwpcgI/AAAAAAAAFuk/B7A7PHLDTTc/s200/Image0721b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;28 Jul - poor boy had severe migraine and had to be sent home shortly after reaching school. Fetched him and went direct to the clinic. He's still behaving like a bb sometimes. Insisted on lying on my lap while waiting outside the clinic! can you imagine a 1.58m boy lying on his mum's lap? cute right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SnQK-9gq0mI/AAAAAAAAFuU/b2BO8kXc848/s1600-h/Image0760b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364925132884857442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SnQK-9gq0mI/AAAAAAAAFuU/b2BO8kXc848/s200/Image0760b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;31 Jul - our xiaobudian came down with high fever and sore throat. Thankfully doc said it shd not be H1N1 as he didn't have any flu symptoms. He was really cute. Doc told him to stay away from grandpa and he really hid himself in the study room for most of the day. Though he was complaining about boredom whenever he's awake. haha...hope he'll recover soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SnQK_PSQbjI/AAAAAAAAFuc/LPdZLSyXXzI/s1600-h/Image0765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364925137656245810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SnQK_PSQbjI/AAAAAAAAFuc/LPdZLSyXXzI/s200/Image0765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;31 Jul late night - on the way to the kitchen, noticed this on the tv console. So touching! The creation of our most compassionate Matt. Grandpa was really touched and happy when he saw it the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you, my boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-1102445353491102795?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/1102445353491102795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=1102445353491102795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1102445353491102795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1102445353491102795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/08/28-jul-poor-boy-had-severe-migraine-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SnQLJnwpcgI/AAAAAAAAFuk/B7A7PHLDTTc/s72-c/Image0721b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-2602244677166297780</id><published>2009-07-31T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:12:00.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一直那么喘，有一天会这么喘着喘着就走了！</title><content type='html'>今早老爸还是那么喘，看他样子好像有点沮丧。他说晚上睡也睡不好，起床上厕所也喘，一咳嗽就喘到不能躺下。他有点不耐烦地说：＂一直那么喘，有一天会这么喘着喘着就走了！＂听他那么说，我眼泪就要流出来了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;强忍泪水，我只能跟他说：＂别乱想了，这新药才开始吃，等一、两个星期看会好转些吗。＂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so helpless.  what else can I do for him?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-2602244677166297780?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/2602244677166297780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=2602244677166297780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2602244677166297780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2602244677166297780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_31.html' title='一直那么喘，有一天会这么喘着喘着就走了！'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-7030262108613771488</id><published>2009-07-30T21:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:45:18.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>必须面对的事</title><content type='html'>中午送车子去打蜡，顺便叫了四姐出来吃午饭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们聊了很多爸的事。最近爸的病情似乎不是很稳定，这几天好像更糟似的。不懂他自己是不是感觉到什么，最近老有跟妈和我提到一些他往生后该做的琐事。这些令我很心酸，但也让我严肃地想了一些该预先做好的准备。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 以爸现在的情形，肺积水会使他很容易感染病菌，一旦变成肺炎就很有可能恶化得很快。九年前我家婆就是在短短的三天内让肺炎夺走了性命。对老人和长期病人而言，肺炎可算是一号刽子手！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们需要做好心理准备，如果他出现休克而需要插管靠氧气机支持的话，我们是否要这么做？爸本身要不要靠机器支撑？实际一点想，靠机器能支撑多久？真能恢复过来吗？就算恢复过来，会和以往一样吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 我们都很爱爸，也很尊重他。那么是不是也该问一问他，往生之后希望有怎样的安排，什么样的仪式呢？虽然这听起来有点残酷，但是既然他已经接受了生命即将结束的事实，我们何不帮他完成最后的心愿呢？让他自己选择？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 我们都知道老妈一向来都很保守思想，老想着女儿嫁了就是外姓人，所以绝对不可以在女儿家出什么差错。上回爸做化疗时，一段时期非常虚弱，她就已经提到要和老爸搬到哥的家去了！相信她心里怎么想，也不用我多说了。这一方面，我们要考虑的是，如果真的发生事情时，要怎样安抚妈妈，让她不要太介怀。以她的性格，她真可以怨一辈子的！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说到这里，感觉好像我很冷血！为什么那么悲观？为什么可以那么平静地想这些问题？好像牵涉到的人和我一点关系也没有！我向姐道歉。不是我舍得让爸走，不过每天看着他那么辛苦，一天一天地虚弱，我有多无奈和无助？有时妙想天开，希望我有超人的手，可以伸进他体内把所有的癌细胞都摘掉！很滑稽对吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或者我的看法跟DJ比利一样吧？既然已成定局，何不接受现实，利用所剩的时间为他做好安排，让他知道一切都会如他所愿呢？这也许是做子女所能为他达成的最后愿望吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸，不要怪我。我不希望你走，更不愿看着你受苦。从你可以陪我逛完正间Giant Megamart，还帮我推手推车，一直到现在从停车场走进食阁吃饭你都很辛苦。我真的心很痛！我不忍心看着你那么辛苦。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的很希望我们能够对这些该处理的事情取得共视，让他在剩下的日子里能平静、无虑的过。还有，尽量抽时间来探望他，陪他聊天。工作永远都做不完的，可是跟他相处的时间似乎已经越来越少了。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-7030262108613771488?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/7030262108613771488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=7030262108613771488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7030262108613771488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7030262108613771488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_30.html' title='必须面对的事'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6412320197787686012</id><published>2009-07-30T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:23:25.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Tarceva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad started taking Tarceva today around 1120am.  He'll hv to take the drug at the same time everyday and it has to be either 1hr before food or 2 hrs after food.  So that's the best timing we finalised on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope this med will work on lessening his discomfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6412320197787686012?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6412320197787686012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6412320197787686012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6412320197787686012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6412320197787686012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/07/start-of-tarceva.html' title='Start of Tarceva'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-3193654598164681073</id><published>2009-07-29T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:20:15.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning Dad woke up panting. He had difficulty sleeping through the night bcos of his panting and had to resort to sleeping on 2 pillows.  He looked quite bad.  So decided to bring him in to NCC walk-in clinic again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went there, waited for 1/2 hr and seen a doctor.  She checked Dad and ordered for chest x-ray, blood test and ECG to be done.  Then we were told to return around 2pm for the results before deciding what to do.  If the water retention in the lungs had gotten worse, then an option will be to insert a needle into his lung to draw the fluid out.  That will be considered invasive and has it's own risk.  And personally I would only consider that as a last resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thankfully when we returned for the results, they all turned out positive.  ECG and blood tests showed no abnormalities.  Fluid in lung is still the same as what's seen on the CT scan done a week ago.  So there's nothing to suggest an infection causing panting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad was confused.  He's now wondering why is he panting so badly?  Just walking from the sofa to the toilet and he'll pant if he walked a bit faster.  Guess it must because of the cancer cells then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-3193654598164681073?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/3193654598164681073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=3193654598164681073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3193654598164681073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3193654598164681073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/07/panting.html' title='Panting'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-7191914430461990103</id><published>2009-07-29T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:10:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad went for follow-up at NCC on Tue. His CT scan done a week ago showed the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lung - tumour size remained the same, but water retention is seen on one side of left lung (that's what caused his fever last week and persistent cough and panting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;neck &amp;amp; shoulder - the tumours in the original lymph nodes have resurfaced and new ones have been found at the back of the neck too. Probably the lymph node embedded under the left armpit is growing too, thus causing the water retention and numbness in his left arm and also the pain in his shoulder and chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the doctors discussed, they decided to try a new drug on him. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tarceva.com/patient/considering/about.jsp"&gt;Tarceva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a new chemo drug, already approved for use on patients. This is an oral medication which he'll take 1 tablet a day. Doc has prescribed him a 6-week course and then to do a CT scan and review the effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I hate doctors for being so frank and direct. He said, "This is not to cure. I think you understood there is no cure. But since he has these symptoms of water retention in his lungs and limbs that's causing him pain and discomfort, we will try this on him. This medication has been proven to work on non-smoker lung cancer patients. But with ex-smokers, it is hard to say. It may, or may not work to reduce the symptoms. We hope it will work on him and make him more comfortable." Ok, first fact ascertained. It is not meant to cure, but just to relieve him of his discomfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Next comes the cost of the drug. After subsidy, it costs S$103.00 per tablet. Which translates to S$3,193.00 per month. As this drug is considered oral chemotherapy, we will be able to cover part of the costs with medishield and pay part with medisave. The balance will have to be paid in cash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad was very sharp. The moment we left the doc's room, he asked me. "what was the $100+ that the doctor mentioned? is it the price of the new medication?" I quickly said "yes yes" without going further into the actual costs. I'm not sure what will his reaction be if he knows it actually costs that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At the pharmacy, the pharmacist brought some 'good' news. As the drug is new in the market, the company is giving the first month's supply free to patients. That means we'll save S$3k+. Only catch is they'll only dispense 10 tablets at a time, meaning I'll have to make 2 more trips to NCC to collect the other 20 tablets. Their rationale is in case patient has too much side effect and cant carry on taking the medicine, then the balance will be wasted. NCC's pharmacy is very cautious, any medication dispensed are not returnable nor exchangeable. Anyway, this is definitely nothing compared to the costs saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This drug's common side effects are skin rash, vomitting and diarrhea. And like any other chemo treatments/drugs, patients' immunity will be lowered and more susceptible to infections. So will have to be extra careful when Dad's on this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To my nieces and nephews: Please do read up on the drug from the website, especially that section under Caregiver Support. Even though you may not be caring for him physically now, but it's useful for you to know and understand so as not to flood him with too many questions. And please, if you want to visit him, ask yrself if you're well enough. Any light cold or cough can be dangerous to him. So please be more careful. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-7191914430461990103?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/7191914430461990103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=7191914430461990103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7191914430461990103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7191914430461990103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-2221239581872804948</id><published>2009-07-27T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:05:30.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cough cough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad came down with 2 episodes of fever last Wed and Thu. Then on Thu evening he started panting. So on Fri brought him to our usual GP (who knows his condition). He did a thorough check and confirmed my fear. Dad had some water retention at the lower part of his lungs. Though the wheezing wasn't very prominent, with his long term condition, it could deteriorate quickly if not taken care of. GP gave him antibiotics and cough mixture. He advised that if his panting worsens, we'll hv to send him in to SGH A&amp;amp;E for admission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fri Dad looked really lethargic and couldn't even talk much without panting. After 2 doses of medication, he seemed much better before bedtime. Sat he was alright, very alert and lively. He kept saying that the antibiotic is very effective and he's panting lesser already. On Sunday, he wasn't lethargic but can see that he's panting whenever he talks for too long. Was quite frustrated when his hp kept ringing and he got to entertain those calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thru the last few nights, his cough wasn't persistent. however, when it starts, it gets so bad that he sounded like he's gonna choke. Not sure if it's good sign that there's phlegm coming out as he coughed or not. I'm quite lost. But whenever he coughed and I asked him, he'd say he's fine, not panting much anymore. I'm not sure if he's really feeling better already, or he simply do not wish to go to the hospital. Guess maybe all the news about those H1N1 deaths and critically ill patients are casting some fear on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I'm hearing his cough again. Everytime he coughed, I feel the pain. I hated cough myself. I'm not afraid of any illness or surgery or pain etc. But I just hated cough. It can send you totally out of control of everything. YES, everything, including your tears, nasal discharge, saliva and even urine. I've gone to that extent before and I really hated it. Once I was in the recovery stage of some throat infection and suddenly started to cough in the crowded morning MRT. It got so bad that I had to rush out of the train and nearly threw up the moment I got onto the platform! so now I've this phobia for cough. Even hearing others cough makes me feel the effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow is his appointment with his oncologist at NCC. We'll be reviewing his CT scan for his neck and lungs done last week. As much as I want to know how's his condition now, I am also afraid to hear the truth. He's had more growth around his neck and we all know what that means. I'm just afraid that we'll have to go through the process of deciding whether he should go on chemo again. I'm really not sure if his willpower is still strong enough to go through it again. I'm so scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray....pray for the best, and be prepared for the worst. been telling myself. sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-2221239581872804948?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/2221239581872804948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=2221239581872804948' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2221239581872804948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2221239581872804948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/07/cough-cough.html' title='cough cough'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-7404435910266234093</id><published>2009-07-24T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:04:36.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>老爸早上看了医生，不是H1N1。不过他肺部有点发炎，有咳嗽和喘。医生给了抗生素，希望会好起来。如果下来几天他喘得更厉害，那就要送他去医院了。我SMS是让你们了解他的情况，不是叫你们打电话给爸。他不舒服就会很累想睡，加上很喘讲话也辛苦。还有，他抵抗力差，你们有伤风感冒就不要见他或和他出去。这都是为他好。老实说，爸的斗志已有动摇了。不是我悲观，如果他再病倒，不知道他还有毅力撑住吗？所以他精神好时你们多打电话给他。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-7404435910266234093?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/7404435910266234093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=7404435910266234093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7404435910266234093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7404435910266234093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/07/h1n1sms.html' title=''/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-5568186620582623932</id><published>2009-07-20T11:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:04:42.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just love them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was Matt's 11th birthday yesterday and we originally arranged for tennis and swimming at the club with some good friends. Too bad the weather played pranks and we had to change our plan. Kids ended up playing WII/PSP at home, while parents chatted the afternoon away. Simple activities, simple food, but great company. The rain didnt dampen our spirits. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sent the kids to bed around 950pm. They were still very excited and fooling around. Especially our birthday boy. Nevertheless, they needed to turn in in order to wake up fresh next day. Put them in bed before I went for my shower. When I returned at 1025pm, they were still awake! They claimed that they were waiting for 1029pm, the boy's exact birth time! So daddy and mummy relented and joined them. Finally we sang the birthday song for him again at the exact time. It was really sweet.:) Then they went back to bed at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was watching a drama series with hub when we heard some rustling outside our room door around 1130pm. Got up and found a piece of paper slipped thru under the door. Picked it up and the note just sent me laughing non-stop........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SmQuMlg7l3I/AAAAAAAAFts/UE65U0wxk4Q/s1600-h/Matt%27s+note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360460250241275762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SmQuMlg7l3I/AAAAAAAAFts/UE65U0wxk4Q/s320/Matt%27s+note.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They are just so funny! with such a cute note, how not to accede to their request? haha...=&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-5568186620582623932?l=touching40.blogspot.com' 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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/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SmQuMlg7l3I/AAAAAAAAFts/UE65U0wxk4Q/s72-c/Matt%27s+note.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-9106779847167090102</id><published>2009-07-16T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:30:23.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>自闭？还是身心俱累？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;最近发觉自己越来越不喜欢出门，就连每星期上一次巴刹都能拖就拖。有时甚至拖到冰箱里空无一物了，才仓促地到巴刹像&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wholesale&lt;/span&gt;那样，买足一、两个星期份量的鱼肉鸡虾。总之就是能不出门的话，就尽量不踏出去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;也不记得最后一次和朋友聊电话是几时了？好像是上个月中吧？不过这道无所谓啦，反正也不爱讲电话。每天对着孩子们唠唠叨叨的，听自己的声音都听腻了！反而有点渴望自己的声带再发炎，然后再＂失声＂几天，那该多好？嘿嘿。。。&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mad right&lt;/span&gt;？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;也许有点儿累吧？去尝试一下，每天从早到晚对着三小两老，念念念，念的都是一样的东西、同样的事物。看你累不累？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK， don't worry&lt;/span&gt;，我的心应该还好啦。至少最近做的心电图显示一切正常咯。其他器官也无大碍。那么就是脑子有问题咯？？&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh dear&lt;/span&gt;！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;好啦、好啦，不发牢骚了。免得又有人要说我身在福中不知福了！很冤的！=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;后记，我是很知足的，不然就不会结婚生子，把一生奉献给我家这四个＂男人＂了！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;，是自闭吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-9106779847167090102?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/9106779847167090102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=9106779847167090102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/9106779847167090102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/9106779847167090102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='自闭？还是身心俱累？'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-3826503269452487807</id><published>2009-07-09T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:24:52.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He and all his questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was having breakfast with Nic this morning.  Suddenly he raised a very funny question.  "Mummy, why sometimes the government will give a new heart to bring the dead people back to life again?"  I went "HUH? what? what do you mean?"  He continued, "you remember? we went to papa Ng's house and we watched on TV? they went to collect a new heart and then they put the heart into the dead man and bring the man back to life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG!  Now I know what he meant.  Amazingly, he remembered this show we watched at his brothers' godparent's house in Feb!! It was about this team of doctors harvesting a heart from a brain-dead man to fly it to another city to save a man suffering from heart failure.  And this little rascal actually remembered the whole thing and suddenly wanted to clarify his doubts. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I went on to explain to him that it wasn't the govt that's bringing a dead man to life.  The man wasn't dead, just very ill and needed heart transplant to survive.  And the heart came from a healthy man who've died suddenly due to accident or other reasons.  And the family members of the dead man must consent before the doctors can harvest the heart and make sure the blood type matches the ailing man before they can transplant it.  That kind of satisfied his curiousity and he went off to do his things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And this is not the first time he asked something about 'government'. haha... last month when H1N1 first started and suspected cases were quarantined at Aloha Loyang.  His dad cycled him to the beach and they passed by the chalets.  His dad told him that was the place where the people were quarantined and they cant go anywhere.  Suddenly he asked his dad this question, "Will the people who are quarantined be angry with the government?" =)  His dad was totally dumbfounded by his question. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This boy is funny.  Very inquisitive and curious.  Will be good if he is less stubborn, then he'll probably do better than his brothers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-3826503269452487807?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/3826503269452487807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=3826503269452487807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3826503269452487807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3826503269452487807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-and-all-his-questions.html' title='He and all his questions'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-7443585082211026351</id><published>2009-07-07T20:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:28:20.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So proud of him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before school closed last term, Drew was nominated for prefect selection. We were really happy for him, but I was, as usual, not so confident of him getting thru the selection interview. This boy is just too nonchalant and sometimes still a little too kiddy. Anyway, he went for the interview and felt confident about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today he called me while I was at Nat'l Eye Centre with dad. He's been selected!! He sounded really excited about it and when I told hub, he was ecstatic! We're really proud of him.  He'll hv to go through some training before he'll assume prefectorial duties.  We hope this extra responsibility will make him more mature and keep him on his toes with his studies and behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Son, we're very proud of you.  Keep up the good work and live up to your teachers' expectations.  We love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-7443585082211026351?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/7443585082211026351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=7443585082211026351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7443585082211026351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7443585082211026351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-proud-of-him.html' title='So proud of him!'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-682510069815580145</id><published>2009-07-02T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:41:30.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are people really getting so self-centred?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;on the way to fetch Nic, I walked pass Blk 510's void deck. A rubbish bin on the opposite end of the letter box was on fire! Not sparks or smoke, but a small fire was burning in the bin! Immediately I called 995 and asked them to send someone down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While I was calling the fire brigade, I saw curious children looking and running away quickly. I saw adults passers-by, looked, frowned and walked away. I saw returning office workers passed by, looked shocked but then proceeded into the lift to go home. At least 5-6 pple passed, but no one stopped to even think if there's anything they could do to put out the fire. What's wrong with these pple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ran across to the sch gate to get Nic. Checked his water bottle and he still had 1/2 bottle of water left. So we ran back to the bin and I poured all the water into the bin. The fire was put out, but there were still some sparks on those papers in the bin. About 5mins later, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SCDF#Firefighting_Appliances"&gt;red rhino&lt;/a&gt; came. The firemen checked the bin and sprayed some foam into it to prevent any possible re-ignition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just feel that pple are getting really self-centred (or is it self-absorbed?). The person responsible for the fire only thot of his/her own convenience, without thinking of consequences. And those passers-by were not willing to stop and help even though it's happening so close to home. Do we hv to wait till it's really serious, like half a house is burning, before pple are willing to stop and help? sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nic was so cute. After dinner he asked to go back there again bcos he wanted to check to make sure the fire did not start again. Love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-682510069815580145?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/682510069815580145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=682510069815580145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/682510069815580145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/682510069815580145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-people-really-getting-so-self.html' title='are people really getting so self-centred?'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6901764288414722762</id><published>2009-06-24T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:37:42.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你是啥形象？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear friend, Adel, forwarded an 'image' quiz "你是啥形象？" and I tried it out.  This is my result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;你是属于草香形象&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;你拥有非常坚强的意志，不依赖他人，给人独来独往的印象。你拥有旺盛的好奇心与丰富的感受性，是个过着知性生活的现代人。骤看下你是个自命清高，不好相处的人，但是一旦跟你交谈后，就知道你很好相处，等到交情加深之后，就更知道你其实拥有很爽快的个性。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;你所拥有的中性化魅力，让你不论在男性团体或女性团体都大受欢迎，不过你不喜欢让人看到你脆弱的一面。你外表上看来也许很冷静，但实际上却是热情如火。能够知道你真正本性的人，才能够跟你天长地久地交往下去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so my friends, you tell me this is true or not? I would say it's 80-90% la. hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6901764288414722762?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6901764288414722762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6901764288414722762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6901764288414722762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6901764288414722762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_24.html' title='你是啥形象？'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-2923749861739340956</id><published>2009-06-22T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:19:56.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>孩子毕竟还是孩子</title><content type='html'>十三岁的坐在车里，用手假装机关枪向外扫射，嘴里还哒哒哒的装样！？是好笑还是好气呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十一岁的最近被一些事吓着了，晚上老是找借口到我房间睡，还得我握着他的手陪他才睡得着！望着他睡觉的样子，让我想起几天大的他在医院里，我守在他床边半忧半喜的心情。他还是我那可爱的&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-2923749861739340956?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/2923749861739340956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=2923749861739340956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2923749861739340956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2923749861739340956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='孩子毕竟还是孩子'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-8552529420180304263</id><published>2009-06-20T10:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:38:10.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SjuelV4pvyI/AAAAAAAAEck/qDZXB0K7RiQ/s1600-h/Image0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349043346799705890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SjuelV4pvyI/AAAAAAAAEck/qDZXB0K7RiQ/s200/Image0495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got this in the mail yesterday. I've got a belated birthday present! An sms lucky draw that I sent in Jan while at the hairdresser and forgotten all about. And suddenly I became a winner of the hamper! Hee...now I can try their new product. Hopefully it's as good as what they claim it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But funny lor. Lucky draw for Jan issue of a mag, winners only got notified in Jun? wah, that's 5 months leh. A bit 夸张 right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucky star, I need you more often, but on different things. Stay with me, I really need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-8552529420180304263?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/8552529420180304263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=8552529420180304263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8552529420180304263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/8552529420180304263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-got-luck.html' title='I&apos;ve got luck'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SjuelV4pvyI/AAAAAAAAEck/qDZXB0K7RiQ/s72-c/Image0495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-3651369153672962840</id><published>2009-06-19T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:07:12.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's in pain again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning, after coming back fm the supermarket, saw Dad on the sofa, not looking very good.  Then he asked me to get his painkiller fm his room. As I was asking about his pain and stuff, he said, "我看我日子也没多久了，一天一天的这里痛那里痛，前天腋下也开始有点痛了。唉。。。" His words wrenched my heart.  Told him, "嘘，不要乱讲啦。我帮你把扫描和医生的日期换早些，让医生看看是什么事。你不要乱想，OK？"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;看着他这样，我心里很痛、很无助。我不知道能做些什么？起初还会建议叫老妈帮他揉一揉痛处，可后来想了想，淋巴腺都是连接的，如果揉了会不会导致癌细胞扩散得更快呢？现在不敢再提议了。可是止痛药也不能一直吃啊？该怎么办呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另一方面，老妈的精神似乎越来越差，集中力不怎么好。现在跟她讲话，真的要坐到她面前，正面对着她讲，她才能听清楚八九成。有时还得重复两三次。真的很担心她的精神状况。唉。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-3651369153672962840?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/3651369153672962840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=3651369153672962840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3651369153672962840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3651369153672962840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/06/hes-in-pain-again.html' title='He&apos;s in pain again...'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-4018526327638606549</id><published>2009-06-13T13:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:08:01.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 41</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm 41 today! or to be exact, in 2hrs 35mins time. hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;actually, the big 4 is not that scary. actually you become more at peace and sure of yourself once you turn 40-something. the only scary fact is, the number of yr grey hair increases by the week now. hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, I'm very happy as I've received 11 birthday wishes through sms since midnight. I feel so blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A BIG THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-4018526327638606549?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/4018526327638606549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=4018526327638606549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4018526327638606549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4018526327638606549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/06/turning-41.html' title='Turning 41'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-3558754977774889134</id><published>2009-06-12T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:48:39.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Gryffindor, our scratchy terrapin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While I was out having dinner with my dear friends last night, I didn't realise something happened at home. I only realised I had 9 missed calls and 2 msg from home towards the end of dinner. Both messages were from Matt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Come back early Mummy the terrapin passed away. ---matt" 20:05hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Please come back faster" 20:36hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I finally called home, Matt sounded very sad. He was not crying anymore, but I believed it must have hit him real bad. When I got home, his brothers said he was crying buckets. Cant blame him as there were no signs that the little reptile was sick or anything. It was still active in the afternoon. When they peeped at it around 8pm, it was not moving already and its limbs were hanging loosely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Matt found a small paper box and put it inside with tissue papers. We sealed the box after saying our final goodbye. This time, Matt joined me in burying it. We chose to bury it beside our podocarpus tree. Let's hope it'll help the tree to grow better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye Gryffindor. You've been good company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-3558754977774889134?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/3558754977774889134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=3558754977774889134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3558754977774889134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/3558754977774889134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/06/farewell-gryffindor-our-scratchy.html' title='Farewell Gryffindor, our scratchy terrapin'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-1196643183490586040</id><published>2009-06-12T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:15:40.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you my friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was invited to dinner with G, J and E last night.  It was an advance birthday celebration for me. We had Japanese buffet dinner at Hibiki at the Flyers.  It was really a very good dinner! the food was great and really worthy for the price.  And of course, the company was greater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My frens, thank you for lending me yr listening ears.  You've been such wonderful and supportive frens all these years.  You guys are one of the only few who could understand me and never cast any doubts in me.  Thank you for your confidence and may our friendship be forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-1196643183490586040?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/1196643183490586040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=1196643183490586040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1196643183490586040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1196643183490586040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-my-friends.html' title='Thank you my friends!'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-2842166737233926184</id><published>2009-06-09T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:03:27.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;remember the accident that happened nearby in end April? well, i wrote an email to seek help from our Pasir Ris-Punggol GRC's MP, Dr Ahmad Magad, to get the issue to the LTA/Traffic Police's attention. Glad that I did that as they finally looked into it and decided that they'll build 2 humps and add some curve alignment markers on that stretch of the road to enhance the road safety here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So happy to receive this news. Now just waiting for them to put it into action. Then I'll have one less worry when my kids come home themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-2842166737233926184?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/2842166737233926184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=2842166737233926184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2842166737233926184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2842166737233926184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-good.html' title='something good'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-5906228033329228685</id><published>2009-06-09T16:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:17:01.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my kids uncontrollable?? totally absurd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;was chatting and playing with kids last night when their daddy joined us. He joked with the kids and told them, "wah, yr aunt's SIL also on mummy's fav forum leh. And she said mummy complain about you guys and said that you all are uncontrollable...." Immediately my elder boys went, "hah? why would mummy say that? when were we ever uncontrollable?" As usual, he switched topics and talked about other things before heading out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After putting the kids to sleep, I went to talk to him. I had to clear this bcos it is literally putting words into my mouth, and worse still, it concerns my perception of my kids. He said he spoke to her to clarify what happened. And instead of responsibility and safety issues, she diverted to ask why cant a 13yo go home himself? why I have no confidence in my sons? and she told him that she brought my kids out bcos I seeked her help to counsel my kids, that's why she's doing me a favour. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not as if she wants to bring my kids out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So I am being ungrateful to her, after seeking her help, turn around and call her irresponsible. And she added that her SIL is on my fav parenting forum and had asked her about my complaints about the kids there, and if they are really so uncontrollable? and she added in cantonese "好心做坏事".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I told the man, the kids and I have always thot that she likes to bring them out bcos she loves and misses them, that's why I always encourage the kids to spend time with her whenever she's back. So now I know, we've all these while been 自做多情. And I only remembered sharing with her and other SIL about Drew's problems when he was P5, a period when he was defiant and hiding and not doing homework. At that time I did mention that if they've time, do speak to him and hopefully with all of us showing our concerns, he'll change for the better. But that was 2 1/2 yrs ago!? Drew has already changed and matured so much. And i showed him her sms and told him that I was mad with her bcos of her rebuttal. I'm talking about her responsibility towards the kids' safety, but she turn around to attack me. I agree when he said 2 wrongs dont make 1 right. But I just wanted her to know she has to be responsible when she brings the kids out. Is making a call to chk that they're home safely too much to ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm glad I had the talk with the man and let him understand my points. He asked me not to be so upset about it and suggested that I shd perhaps have a talk with her to clear it up. But I told him, I've had enough of her and I wonder who actually is the one 好心遭雷劈. I will not be nasty to her, but dun expect me to be nice either. She is still afterall his sister and MIL's daughter. I'm not so heartless to chase her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally, I stand by my words and will not allow anyone to try putting words into my mouth. I will dig to the bottom to clear it. However, I'm a bit skeptical about her claim that her SIL told her my complaints at the forum. Anyone who's been at the forum long enough will know, how often do I complain about my kids? Not to mention calling them uncontrollable. Totally ridiculous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-5906228033329228685?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/5906228033329228685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=5906228033329228685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5906228033329228685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5906228033329228685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-kids-uncontrollable-totally-absurd.html' title='my kids uncontrollable?? totally absurd!'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6254512607475125412</id><published>2009-06-08T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:11:22.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still very tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haven't written anything over the last 3 wks.  quite a few things, good and bad, that deserves noting down, but just didn't hv the mood to write.  Actually now also no mood to write, but i wanted to put this exchange of msg on record bcos I'm still feeling very injustice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;to that woman: H, if u cant send them home, u shd hv called me to fetch them bk. It's so irresponsible to simply send them onto the bus n left them on their own. What if something happens to them on the way? Can u bear the responsibilities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;her rebuttal(or rather sounds more like accusation): you mean A has never made his way home from school alone? Or is N such a burden? I trust that A can handle it. I hope you can have more trust and faith in yr sons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my final reply: I hv total faith and trust in my sons.  I dun nd u to teach me that. But I've entrusted them to u n it's yr responsibility to ensure they get home safely. But u did not even bother to inform me they're on their way home, nor call to chk if they've reached home safely.  This is utterly irresponsible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;someone who's hardly here trying to think that she knows my children more than me, or has more trust and faith in my children than me. 做错事的人还可以趾高气扬地批评人？真可笑！Anyway I think even my 17yo niece is more responsible than her.  After so many episodes throughout the years, I've had enough of her.  Why be so nice when pple dun reciprocate, not even to mention appreciate?  Since she's always treating me as non-existent, then I'll just reciprocate in the same way lor. 真的，做好人不一定会有好报的。MIL在天有灵的话，她会知道我已经尽了我应尽的责任了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and if the man chooses to think that I'm the one who's petty and I'm the one who's over-reacting, then fine lor.  Well, all women are petty and all mothers, human or otherwise, will over-react when it comes to their children. Try to steal a chick from the mother-hen, and you'll see how she 'over-react' towards u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6254512607475125412?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6254512607475125412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6254512607475125412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6254512607475125412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6254512607475125412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-very-tired.html' title='still very tired...'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-1254919783017960399</id><published>2009-06-05T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:24:15.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To C, C and J</title><content type='html'>我的好妹妹们，每次和你们相聚都是那么地愉快，时间总是嫌不够。算一算我们相识也快二十四年了！时光飞逝啊！也因我们如此的熟络，和你们谈心时我也毫无保留、顾虑，很坦白直率地发表我的意见。言语之间或许我曾不经意地＂触伤＂了你们，希望你们不要介意，因为那纯粹是无心之过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人与人之间能够相遇、相识到相知是一种缘分。希望我们的这分缘会持续下去，到我们白发苍苍时还能栖足谈心。这都是我的心底话，请不要置疑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感谢你们的友谊，我会是你们永远的好朋友！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-1254919783017960399?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/1254919783017960399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=1254919783017960399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1254919783017960399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1254919783017960399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-c-c-and-j.html' title='To C, C and J'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6889899872208104768</id><published>2009-05-18T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:33:13.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not depressed. but simply feeling very tired, very drained.  I seem to be 'working' so hard day in day out, just trying to meet everybody's expectations of me.  and yet it's like I'm never even close to meeting them. Funny thing is, I've never had any problems meeting, or even exceeding, expectations when at work. Yet I cant seem to fulfill my duties as a daughter, a wife, a sister and a mother..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and now it seems like even my kids' hv their own expectations of me! I'm really very tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6889899872208104768?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6889899872208104768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6889899872208104768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6889899872208104768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6889899872208104768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired.html' title='tired...'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-4923290161796286190</id><published>2009-05-17T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:20:52.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is he giving up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel very sad just writing the title of this post.  I really hope he's not.  He's my strength to push on with him. pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;last night we had dinner at Dr 6 coffee shop.  While eating, Dad asked if we could go to the clinic to get more painkillers from Dr Lau.  Apparently he's getting the pain in his thigh again lately, especially at night and it's disturbing his sleep.  Told him we had to wait till Monday as Dr Lau has to be the one to sign the prescription and not the other doctors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum asked why his pain is not going off? while we explained to her, dad suddenly said, "哎呀，算了啦。最好是可以睡了就不再起来，这样最好了。"!!!! I was shocked, but mum seemed calm? She just softly said, "娃娃还没有生叻，还有弟弟还没有读完大学叻。"(娃娃 is referring to my newly-wedded niece, while 弟弟 is my nephew whom they raised fm bb just like their youngest son) I joined in and said, "不要乱讲啦，你还要抱曾孙啦。还要跟弟弟拍毕业照啊。你还有很多事还没做完啦！" He simply laughed it off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I seriously dunno what this pain in his thigh is.  Xray has showed nothing in his bones.  But since the last visit to the NCC, and after what the doctors said, I'm wondering if there's some cancer cells in his lymphatic system around that area too that's causing him pain and discomfort. I seriously hope it is not.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray that he's fine, pray that he has lesser pain. But...who do I pray to? Maybe to my grandparents? Pray that they'll lessen his suffering and let him spend more time with us. Pray.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-4923290161796286190?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/4923290161796286190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=4923290161796286190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4923290161796286190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4923290161796286190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-he-giving-up.html' title='Is he giving up?'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6093750870751775481</id><published>2009-05-15T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:42:49.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;accompanied her to CGH for her follow-up from previous gastro-endoscopy. Doc said everything looked fine. Her stomach lining tho still a little inflammed, but is recovering. No other major issues. But my dear mother is still complaining of on-and-off abdominal pain, especially in the middle of the night. She said the pain in on the upper right side of her tummy. doc checked and said she cant feel anything out-of-the-norm there but to be save, mum shd go for an abdominal ultrasound to rule out any abnormalities. So she'll be doing it on 1 June, then go back to see the doc again 2 wks after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to Pu Tien Restaurant for their hi-tea buffet with 1st and 4th sis after the appt. The spread was not fantastic, but it's still ok for $10.80 per pax if you love 'la la' and can eat. We didn't eat a lot but was already full to the brim! Probably we're all getting old, reduced appetite. Mum and 1st sis didn't feel well after the meal, and sis actually threw up! Not bcos the food is unhygienic, but think she ate too full. Anyway, the company was good, so doesn't matter if we didn't enjoy the meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6093750870751775481?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6093750870751775481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6093750870751775481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6093750870751775481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6093750870751775481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother.html' title='Mother....'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-4218774892133909184</id><published>2009-05-12T10:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:00:27.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been one year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SgjmPrcrNWI/AAAAAAAAEbc/5Ok4EkxyQ_4/s1600-h/IMG_5519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334766915655775586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SgjmPrcrNWI/AAAAAAAAEbc/5Ok4EkxyQ_4/s200/IMG_5519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;last year today was a really painful day for me. Time flies and it's been a year. This one year has been draining. I feel myself aged, and my body seems to be getting weaker. But I'm glad and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thankful that Dad's health is under control now and he's enjoying everyday he has with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-4218774892133909184?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/4218774892133909184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=4218774892133909184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4218774892133909184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4218774892133909184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-one-year.html' title='It&apos;s been one year....'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SgjmPrcrNWI/AAAAAAAAEbc/5Ok4EkxyQ_4/s72-c/IMG_5519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-6794342330953683725</id><published>2009-05-12T09:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:56:03.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nag nag nag....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;find myself so naggy nowadays. nag at the kids, nag at the folks, nag nag nag.... only person I cant nag at is my pay-master. hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;had so much headache having 3 of them at home together yesterday. Imagine a 13yo shouting 'NOT FAIR' just bcos his 7yo brother has no exams?! Then it's story book/magazine hidden inside their textbook/file when they're supposed to be revising/memorising their school work. why do all kids do that? I dun remember myself doing that though, or maybe I didn't even hv any storybooks to start with. I nag till I'm so sick of my own voice already...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;today my 13yo starts his first sec sch exams.  He said he knows his work already.  I hope he really does. Have been very liberal with him this year and hoping for him to be more mature and independent.  This exam will be a proof for him to gain my trust further and be given more leeway in handling his studies on his own. Hope he wont disappoint me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-6794342330953683725?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/6794342330953683725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=6794342330953683725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6794342330953683725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/6794342330953683725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/05/nag-nag-nag.html' title='nag nag nag....'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-4160206979821937671</id><published>2009-05-10T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:48:39.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SgvY0JIWEnI/AAAAAAAAEb8/TuQlP64kLeY/s1600-h/IMG_5548b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335596573866201714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SgvY0JIWEnI/AAAAAAAAEb8/TuQlP64kLeY/s200/IMG_5548b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SgvY0FwE5BI/AAAAAAAAEb0/sVo7OWl95-c/s1600-h/IMG_5543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335596572959106066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SgvY0FwE5BI/AAAAAAAAEb0/sVo7OWl95-c/s200/IMG_5543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a simple celebration for Mother's Day yesterday. It's been a long time ago that we celebrated Mother's Day outside.  The extended family has grown so big, plus it's getting so difficult to get everyone together at a specific timing.  So for these past few years, we've been doing it at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This year it's a long celebration. It stretched from lunch thru dinner, and everyone only left at midnight.  What a long day! And I'm getting lazier, so food is getting simpler too.  Hey, it's tiring entertaining people you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, the happiest are definitely my folks.  It's always a happy event for them having everyone over. And they had a great time reminiscing good old times watching videos of my wedding, my bro's wedding and their bangkok trip in the 90s! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-4160206979821937671?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/4160206979821937671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=4160206979821937671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4160206979821937671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/4160206979821937671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SgvY0JIWEnI/AAAAAAAAEb8/TuQlP64kLeY/s72-c/IMG_5548b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-2916336101501926493</id><published>2009-05-07T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:15:47.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>时间不够用</title><content type='html'>钱不够用，还能说多做几份兼职来帮补。那时间不够用该怎么办呢？每天忙进忙出，一整天下了，都不知道自己做了些什么？家里、孩子、父母等等等等，天天都好像有做不完的事。可是要具体列出这些事却又写不出来？天啊！我到底在忙些什么？几时我才能有自己的时间、自己的空间？唉。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;梁大导演也许应该想想，往这个题材搞部电影吧？哈哈。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-2916336101501926493?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/2916336101501926493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=2916336101501926493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2916336101501926493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2916336101501926493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='时间不够用'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-7946160055139794545</id><published>2009-05-05T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:30:15.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lung - 17x20mm increase to 20x22mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Neck - left, 1-1.5cm, 3-0.5cm; right, 1-1cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;repeat CT scan on 21/7/09, doctor's appt 28/7/09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;doctor's words, "....have to consider his age and quality of life now......if symptoms are not affecting him badly, it's better to leave it alone first and monitor...I believe we have an understanding that it cant be treated, and treatments given were just to control the spread....to give treatment again may mean affecting his current quality of life...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SIGH........SIGH........SIGH.......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-7946160055139794545?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/7946160055139794545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=7946160055139794545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7946160055139794545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7946160055139794545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title='sigh...'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-1202998420954781439</id><published>2009-05-01T11:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:58:14.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfps_6T_zhI/AAAAAAAAEZk/lGjimikKe1g/s1600-h/Image0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330692954187091474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfps_6T_zhI/AAAAAAAAEZk/lGjimikKe1g/s320/Image0283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Bookpoint at Bras Basah Complex to search for 2nd hand books for the boys. While searching I found these that brought back memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"The Enchanted Island" - first literature text I encountered in secondary one. "Cry, the Beloved Country" was studied in secondary two. Then secondary three was "Julius Caesar", followed by the most dreaded "The Merchant of Venice" for O levels. It's amazing I could still find the exact edition of the books which I've used before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These classic literature are definitely a keeper. Think I'll probably re-read "Cry" again, but definitely not those Shakespeare plays. Hmm...who knows? one of my boys may take fancy in these classic literature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-1202998420954781439?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/1202998420954781439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=1202998420954781439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1202998420954781439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/1202998420954781439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/05/reminiscing.html' title='reminiscing...'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfps_6T_zhI/AAAAAAAAEZk/lGjimikKe1g/s72-c/Image0283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-769697936102702436</id><published>2009-04-30T22:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:02:25.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;shortly before 8pm tonight, I was at the study and heard a speeding sound and suddenly there was a really loud crash! My first reaction was "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" Rushed to the window, cant see anything. Ran all the way down and rushed out with my boys. Many other neighbours have also rushed out towards Elias Road direction, where the crash sounded from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heard someone shout "get him out! get him out!" and another went "call the ambulance!" A black BMW had lost control and crashed right into the walls outside a bungalow along Elias Road!The impact was so great it left the thick wall and pillar badly cracked and big pieces of concrete flew onto the road. The bonnet and engine was totally smashed! You could see the badly mangled bumper, the headlights, side mirror, and even the wiper water container were all strewn across the road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfm6K-Dz6jI/AAAAAAAAEWU/qctgU8u5R2I/s1600-h/car+bonnet+crashed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330496331590134322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfm6K-Dz6jI/AAAAAAAAEWU/qctgU8u5R2I/s320/car+bonnet+crashed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfm6K_ZEggI/AAAAAAAAEWc/11RcKKJuMFs/s1600-h/car+in+drain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330496331947737602" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfm6K_ZEggI/AAAAAAAAEWc/11RcKKJuMFs/s320/car+in+drain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank God, the driver was alone and not badly trapped. a few samaritans forced the doors open and got him out of the driver seat. He only had some abrasions and slight cuts caused by the broken glass and concrete bits. But he looked obviously shakened and in shock! A nice lady few doors away came quickly with a cup of water and some tissue for him, while others comforting him and helped him inform his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While we were there, we heard from another driver who've stopped to help that the BMW was going very fast and had just overtook him less than 50 metres away. So he witnessed the whole accident. The bimmer driver was really very lucky to have escaped unscathed.It was also very lucky that noone was walking along that stretch of the pavement at that time. If it's earlier, there're usually quite many pple returning from jogging, or walking the dog, along that road. It'll be unimaginable if someone was there at the time the car crashed in!! Seriously, there'll be no chance of survival based on the condition of the crashed car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking this opportunity to highlight to everyone. Elias Road, the stretch from Pasir Ris Dr 3 into the Pasir Ris Beach Park, has a lot of blind spots and sharp curves. This is already the 3rd accident we've witnessed after living here for merely 2 1/2 yrs. Many drivers go pretty fast, especially from the stretch where the road turns downhill, and they end up screeching all the way thru the S curve towards the end of the road. Any unfortunate miss and they'll end up like this bimmer driver. So please, if you're driving thru this road, keep yr speed down and be very alert. Do pass the words on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-769697936102702436?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/769697936102702436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=769697936102702436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/769697936102702436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/769697936102702436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/04/shortly-before-8pm-tonight-i-was-at.html' title=''/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfm6K-Dz6jI/AAAAAAAAEWU/qctgU8u5R2I/s72-c/car+bonnet+crashed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-7472258515849590513</id><published>2009-04-30T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:01:04.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what kind of kids are some parents raising?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday morning after dropping Drew off at school, I happened to see this mother and daughter running towards the school. It was approaching time when the school gate was to be closed, so obviously they were trying to beat the time. What disturbed me was, the girl (sec 1/2 maybe) was running in front, empty handed. While the 40-50yo mother was running behind her, carrying the daughter's heavy backpack and her own handbag!? The first question that ran thru my mind was, "why cant the girl take her bag and run for school? why must the mother run with her and carry her bag??" If we're talking about a primary 1/2 kid, I can understand, but a secondary school student? And mind you, she's same height as her mother and of average size. I dun understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning, I saw the same mother and daughter. This time round, they were on early. Daughter was munching on a bun, while mother was carrying the backpack again. And guess what? She was combing her daughter's hair as they walked!!!!??? Dun a 13/14yo know how to comb her own hair? This makes me wonder, does her mum have to change her into her uniform at home too??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think this is just a trigger point for me to pen my thots. Prior to this, I've already seen so many cases of kids being spoilt in various ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oor helper has to cycle her 14/15yo charge from the bus stop home. And when they approach an up-slope, she had to get off the bike to push bcos she has not enough strength, while the girl just continued sitting on the bike!? The girl was of better built than the helper and definitely same height, if not taller. gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another helper had to carry the heavy school bag plus files for a pri 5/6 boy. The boy is half a head taller than her and 1.5-times her size!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh! are we really raising next generation of princes and princesses?  I really 'no eye see' ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-7472258515849590513?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/7472258515849590513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=7472258515849590513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7472258515849590513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/7472258515849590513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-kind-of-kids-are-some-parents.html' title='what kind of kids are some parents raising?'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-2146683455403699120</id><published>2009-04-20T08:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:01:29.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunrise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;at 719am this morning, the rising sun was so beautiful, creating a sky of different shades of orange all around it. I was driving then and didn't have my cam to capture it. when I reached home 3 mins later, the sky was totally different already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;美丽的东西永远都是短暂的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-2146683455403699120?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/2146683455403699120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=2146683455403699120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2146683455403699120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/2146683455403699120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunrise.html' title='sunrise...'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7835137605858820613.post-5815415672249119842</id><published>2009-04-19T08:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:32:46.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Bulggogi at T2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to T2 for dinner and was attracted to Fresh Bulggogi by the bbq fragrant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfpdmdj3cVI/AAAAAAAAEWk/O2mRy9n0qYg/s1600-h/Image0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330676024297877842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfpdmdj3cVI/AAAAAAAAEWk/O2mRy9n0qYg/s200/Image0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfpdm0mu5eI/AAAAAAAAEXE/NRsZgxuz8RQ/s1600-h/Image0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330676030483916258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfpdm0mu5eI/AAAAAAAAEXE/NRsZgxuz8RQ/s200/Image0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfpdmnq3yZI/AAAAAAAAEWs/4AvXdXZlOaQ/s1600-h/Image0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330676027011615122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfpdmnq3yZI/AAAAAAAAEWs/4AvXdXZlOaQ/s200/Image0249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SfpdmspaFuI/AAAAAAAAEW0/bHiS0frNM50/s1600-h/Image0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330676028347651810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SfpdmspaFuI/AAAAAAAAEW0/bHiS0frNM50/s200/Image0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SfpeB-aDt3I/AAAAAAAAEXM/vSr4yZ5Swpo/s1600-h/Image0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330676496971577202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/SfpeB-aDt3I/AAAAAAAAEXM/vSr4yZ5Swpo/s200/Image0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfpdm58p6HI/AAAAAAAAEW8/5wPGF4_Hsc4/s1600-h/Image0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330676031918041202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfpdm58p6HI/AAAAAAAAEW8/5wPGF4_Hsc4/s200/Image0251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a bbq-cum-steamboat dinner.  We ordered a set with beef and chicken, plus additional side order of fried drumlets.  We had kimchi soup stock for the steamboat and it was not too spicy. But the portion of meat for bbq was too little and we had to order extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall it was a nice meal.  Worth giving it a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7835137605858820613-5815415672249119842?l=touching40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/feeds/5815415672249119842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7835137605858820613&amp;postID=5815415672249119842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5815415672249119842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7835137605858820613/posts/default/5815415672249119842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touching40.blogspot.com/2009/04/fresh-bulggogi-at-t2.html' title='Fresh Bulggogi at T2'/><author><name>mummytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13007734819217774068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0qbCSJHvkM/Sfpdmdj3cVI/AAAAAAAAEWk/O2mRy9n0qYg/s72-c/Image0245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
