<?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-857080877950176589</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:39:21.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a toddler....and now slowly growing up</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-11029104955184809</id><published>2009-01-16T19:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:59:05.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Granpapa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At 7.30am today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, wakey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; wakey.. do you k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now what day is today?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh.. it's Granpapa's birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get up quickly, we better get ready for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don't have to come back with Uncle Yap's van today coz mom's gonna fetch you at 12pm l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ater when your school finish...&lt;br /&gt;We are going to get a birthday cake for Granpapa ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know what is Granpapa's favourite cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's STRAWBERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure???? But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Granpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pa is a gro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wn up man .. Are you s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ure it's strawberry????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's chocolate?? (Giggling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think so.. ok.. get up now and go brush your teeth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At 12.00pm today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ryan looked so cheerful when mom arrived school today. We managed to choose a chocolate mousse cake with 2 lovely strawberries as the topping... and brought it back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Granma's house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Surprise for Granpapa!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sang a birthday song to Granpapa.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SXBw8bIdnxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q-0FEjxgZuY/s1600-h/P1110057a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SXBw8bIdnxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Q-0FEjxgZuY/s400/P1110057a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291853745538047762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SXByDGlt8MI/AAAAAAAAAFA/W6hqiPnpMsc/s1600-h/P1110067a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Mom and Papa have been super busy with our new house. We started renovation work on the 24th of July, 2008 and we have everything almost completed in December. It's 7th of January, 2009 today and we are still busy decorating the house before we moved in on the 21st of January which is just 2 weeks from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom knew Ryan is just as excited as we are.....&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/857080877950176589-8987904462410186602?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/8987904462410186602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=8987904462410186602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/8987904462410186602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/8987904462410186602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-3074237429267782761</id><published>2008-09-11T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:19:43.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brush my teeth, mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mommy, after eating you have to wash your teeth at night before going to sleep, otherwise, when you wake up in the morning, you will have a booboo on your teeth and you need to see the dentist and you need to eat the medicine. Can you brush my teeth for me tonight?"&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/857080877950176589-3074237429267782761?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/3074237429267782761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=3074237429267782761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/3074237429267782761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/3074237429267782761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/09/brush-my-teeth-mommy.html' title='Brush my teeth, mommy'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-9127051508845439692</id><published>2008-09-10T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:15:13.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need more rest..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom dropped Ryan at Little Bell today morning and then returned to Grandma's house. Mom was not able to drive Nai Nai to Parit Buntar today as mom needs to get some rest at home. Every Wednesday, mom will drive Nai Nai to the Acupuncture Centre located in Parit Buntar where Nai Nai gets her eye treatment. Nai Nai is having watery eyes and often have to wipe her tears throughout the day. Her tearing seems to be out of control. Lately Nai Nai claimed that her eyes are less watery after getting the treatments. She wants to continue the treatment until full recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom did not bring up any conversation about baby with Ryan. Mom understood well how naive a child could be. To them, every morning is the start of a new day. Life goes on and they can't wait to grow up. One minute they will be drowning in sorrows and yet another minute you can see them wearing the sweetest smile in their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom will stay positive and move on eventhough mom is still grieving from the loss.&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/857080877950176589-9127051508845439692?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/9127051508845439692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=9127051508845439692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/9127051508845439692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/9127051508845439692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/09/need-more-rest.html' title='Need more rest..'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-1404217202366391245</id><published>2008-09-10T08:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:19:12.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The devastating news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Dr Ng has gone back already. If this is the case, can you come to the Emergency Ward tonite and call for Dr Ng? .... Otherwise, you can come to the night clinic. Dr Zo will be on duty."&lt;br /&gt;The nurse has been very helpful and courteous too. She has arranged a slot for mom with Dr Zo at 7.40pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom needs to get a second opinion. The bleeding hadn't stopped since 11am and mom had since prepared for the worst. Ryan insisted to tag along with us to the hospital but mom refused to take Ryan along. "Ryan will have to stay with grandma and grandpa until papa and mom come back, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived the hospital 10 mins late due to the traffic jam especially after office hour. However, there were not many patients at that time and infact, we were told to enter Dr Zo's room rightaway. After getting a short briefing from mom, Dr Zo did a thorough ultra sound scanning on mom. "This black round image is the water sac. But I can't see any life baby inside. There's big possibility that you are having a miscarriage with the amount of blood that you are discharging. Since there is no life baby, I'm not able to give you any injection to stop the bleeding. Rest at home. If the bleeding is heavy, come back. But if it's like your normal menses, then it's ok. I need to see you in two weeks time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached grandma's house, Ryan asked how was baby. Mom could only tell Ryan that baby has been very very sick and need to go to a place very very far away from here.&lt;br /&gt;"But where?"&lt;br /&gt;"Up to the sky, Ryan. To be a star."&lt;br /&gt;"But why? I don't want baby to be a star." Ryan began to weep and tears rolled down his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma carried you to mom's car while mom placed your schoolbag in the back seat before we leave for home with Papa leading from the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey back home that night was filled with sadness. It was never this way before. Ryan's daily "drive home with mom" routine is always a joyful one. With Ryan in the car, mom's car stereo has long been reserved for Ryan and mom is never allowed to play any other grown-up songs (except for those that Ryan fancied), nor even switch to radio stations. Only nursery rhymes and children's songs are being played on mom's car stereo. But, never had mom got frustrated or bored with this before as mom has been appreciating and enjoying Ryan's every notes humming and songs singing ever since Ryan was one year plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want baby to be a star. I have to call the fireengine to take the star and crack it and let baby fly down to the ground, mommy", Ryan uttered angrily with tears in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"But, the star is very very far from the earth and no one can ever reach the star, Ryan."&lt;br /&gt;"I will ask the "Starman" to take it for me, mommy."&lt;br /&gt;Mom had no idea how to respond to Ryan. Mom regretted telling Ryan that baby turned into a star. Ryan just couldn't take it. The news have been more devastating to Ryan than mom. As soon as we reached home, Ryan burst into tears and cried his heart out. Ryan was inconsolable for almost half an hour and mom's heart was shattered into pieces. Mom did not expect this to happen. Mom could only hug Ryan tightly in mom's arms.  &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/857080877950176589-1404217202366391245?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/1404217202366391245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=1404217202366391245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/1404217202366391245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/1404217202366391245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/09/devastating-news.html' title='The devastating news'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-2266062172989809405</id><published>2008-09-09T12:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:02:54.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something was not right..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mom was preparing to go to the office this morning but mom was not so sure about papa's plan whether to visit the furniture shop at Butterworth in the morning or afternoon. We are planning to place order for the marble top dining set today after mom visited the shop yesterday with our interior designer. Mom was quite impressed with the various designed of the crystal marble tops that they have and apparently, these are the most salable item in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, mom got a text reply from papa. 3pm we shall visit the shop again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom suddenly felt something was not right. Mom went to the bathroom and was horrified to see the brown spotting. Mom quickly reached for grandma and we hurried to the maternity clinic which is just a walking distance from grandma's house. Mom text papa about what happened and papa called and asked to be updated on the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Lee did the ultrasound scanning and only managed to see a vague image. He told me that it is still a very early stage of pregnancy now. He then requested mom to do the urine test which I told him that I have done that much earlier and showed my HPT to him. He said he needed a double confirmation. Again, the result showed two lines still and yet the other line was tad faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he bagan to sound quite pessimist.&lt;br /&gt;"It all depends on the baby. I'll give you some vitamins. Rest as much as possible. Let the baby grow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about the bleeding?" mom asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's nothing much we can do up till here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Come again next week and we shall do the scanning again to track the development."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's heart crashed and all mom could do now is to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This was what exactly happened five years ago. Same experience at almost the same time. Mom could still remember what happened on this date .. 11 September 2003. This is the date that Dr Quah did the abortion to mom when mom's first pregnancy didn't work out. There was no sound of heartbeat eventhough there was an image of a watersac with a tiny seed in mom's uterus. Mom had been having spotted bleeding for 3 days and mom could recall Dr Quah saying it was dangerous to hold on to it as it could lead to a miscarriage with excess loss of blood. That's why mom had to undergo the abortion to remove the nongrowing foetus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just hope BB will hang on to it and not giving up on life. Mom will love you always!&lt;br /&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/857080877950176589-2266062172989809405?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/2266062172989809405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=2266062172989809405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/2266062172989809405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/2266062172989809405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-was-not-right.html' title='Something was not right..'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-7643032239250681383</id><published>2008-09-05T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:43:52.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ryan woke up this morning and told mom about your dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I dreamt about the moon... it was so huge and soooo big and so white with the shape of crescent. I don't want to look at it. It is like a floating boat in the sky, mommy!" &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/857080877950176589-7643032239250681383?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/7643032239250681383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=7643032239250681383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/7643032239250681383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/7643032239250681383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/09/moon.html' title='Moon'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-5271032515111677726</id><published>2008-09-05T07:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:14:47.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mommy, Mirror is a kind of thing that shows another Ryan Oh"&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/857080877950176589-5271032515111677726?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/5271032515111677726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=5271032515111677726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/5271032515111677726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/5271032515111677726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/09/mirror.html' title='Mirror'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-6867814244122810478</id><published>2008-09-04T05:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:35:55.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, it's happening!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last seven days had been a mystifying week. Mom anticipated menses to arrive but it didn't happen which then quite worried mom. Mom had been experiencing sporadic tummy discomfort that is similar to menstrual cramps. Still having it now tho. Days come and days go. At the same time, mom was really busy rushing to meet the dateline of mom's two assignments which were due on the 30th of August. Another assignment will be due on the 6th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, mom decided to drop by at the pharmacy to grab the HPT. Mom told Papa that tomorrow morning will be the day that mom had chosen to do the test. Afterall, whatever the result would turn out, the test still need to be done and life still goes on after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, last night was a tough night for mom. Full of mixed emotion and doubts, mom just hope there will not be a deja vu. The sleepless night made mom recall lotsa memory. Same time last year, mom had the same experience and the result turned out to be negative. This horriying experience has given mom a huge impact and resulted in mom taking a drastic action by quitting mom's previous job just 4 months back. Mom signed up for an MBA course early this year. Thanks to Ee Ya who persuaded mom to do so. And this past four months have been an enjoying one. Mom was able to spend more time with Ryan and our bonding seems to grow closer and closer each day. Mom had more time with Granma and Granpa too as only both of them are left staying in the house after Ee Ya took up an offer in KL and moved there in April. Mom could focus on the candle business and the best part is that mom could afford to start work late and come back early. Sometimes, mom just skip going to office and work from home instead. Mom helped Papa on the planning work for the renovation of our new house which is targeted to be completed by November. The timing for all of this was just so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was already awake at 5am this morning. Mom lazed and tossed around for a about an hour with only one question in mom's head... What if the result is again negative? Mom walked to the laptop and found a pop up from the screen. It was Ee Ya who was awake since 4am. The crucial time has come and mom just have to do it. Mom waited anxiously with so much hope to see the two lines. First bold line appeared. Still no sign of the second line. Mom walked back to the room and continued chatting with Ee Ya. Then mom went back to the bathroom and took a second peep. Mom could see a faint line appearing slowly. What does this mean? Positive or negative? Mom thought. Getting excited, mom googled the images of those HPTs with positive outcome to make some comparison. When mom went back to the bathroom for the third time, the faint line appeared a little obvious. Here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SL9iI16x6TI/AAAAAAAAADs/0d7FudxHcvk/s1600-h/HPT+%2804+Sep+08%29aa.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SL9iI16x6TI/AAAAAAAAADs/0d7FudxHcvk/s400/HPT+%2804+Sep+08%29aa.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242016395334641970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyed, mom hastily text papa a short note knowing papa was still asleeping. Mom gave Ryan a peck on the head and walked out from the room heading downstairs to prepare your milk. Granma was in the kitchen. Mom broke the news to granma who was so glad to hear the news. After Ryan had finally finished up the last drop of milk in the bottle, mom told Ryan that there's a baby growing in mom's tummy. Ryan asked mom ... is the baby coming out now, and mom replied ... not now, Ryan. It would be next year 2009. And Ryan said, Huh? 2009, when I'm 5 years old? And Ryan giggled happily. "Hi Baby, this is Ryan. I'm your Kor Kor"&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/857080877950176589-6867814244122810478?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/6867814244122810478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=6867814244122810478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/6867814244122810478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/6867814244122810478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-its-happening.html' title='Finally, it&apos;s happening!'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SL9iI16x6TI/AAAAAAAAADs/0d7FudxHcvk/s72-c/HPT+%2804+Sep+08%29aa.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-4499227570251450395</id><published>2008-08-28T10:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:13:25.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bravo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SLYXzXlPiQI/AAAAAAAAADk/_992DHg_g2E/s1600-h/12345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SLYXzXlPiQI/AAAAAAAAADk/_992DHg_g2E/s400/12345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239401387763140866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857080877950176589-4499227570251450395?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/4499227570251450395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=4499227570251450395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/4499227570251450395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/4499227570251450395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/08/bravo.html' title='Bravo'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SLYXzXlPiQI/AAAAAAAAADk/_992DHg_g2E/s72-c/12345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-6145003369942462361</id><published>2008-08-10T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:02:59.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ryan was so excited when we decided to go to the beach today evening. It was quite a hazy day. In fact, it has been hazy this whole week due to the forest fire in Sumatra island. No wonder, Ryan is having a slow recovery from his cough and flu.&lt;br /&gt;Mom purposely took the picture of the hazy sky and post it here. Due to the hazy sky, we didn't spend a long time on the beach either. The beach we went is called Pantai Bersih located along the Butterworth Outer Ring Road. We stopped at the R&amp;amp;R after the 2nd toll from Inderawasih. The beach was clean and there were a lot of people too. We could see a group of people flying kites at one corner. There were many children running along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK57jmO4TPI/AAAAAAAAABs/dG6sqYKHiEM/s1600-h/P1070130a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK57jmO4TPI/AAAAAAAAABs/dG6sqYKHiEM/s320/P1070130a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237259268167060722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hazy sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK57jn-pggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/d2OxTa0zuDE/s1600-h/P1070044a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK57jn-pggI/AAAAAAAAAB0/d2OxTa0zuDE/s320/P1070044a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237259268635853314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK57j_Lf7QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cnv36LwdLJk/s1600-h/P1070191a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK57j_Lf7QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cnv36LwdLJk/s320/P1070191a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237259274863766786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's play soccer, Granpapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK57kJ7e2LI/AAAAAAAAACE/OGMM5Zso9xM/s1600-h/P1070176a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK57kJ7e2LI/AAAAAAAAACE/OGMM5Zso9xM/s320/P1070176a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237259277749377202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though it was hazy, Granma still couldn't stand the blazing sun shining thru the hazy sky. Anyway, Granma was not feeling well too. She has migraine and was having a high temperature too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK58HNTWD-I/AAAAAAAAACk/SiCo9-jfKEg/s1600-h/P1070177a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK58HNTWD-I/AAAAAAAAACk/SiCo9-jfKEg/s320/P1070177a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237259879950192610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no.. Papa, my bottom is wet! And mommy forgot to bring extra shorts for Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK58GjhfWdI/AAAAAAAAACU/tYuY6IsS1QU/s1600-h/P1070173a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK58GjhfWdI/AAAAAAAAACU/tYuY6IsS1QU/s320/P1070173a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237259868735232466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Papa, please hold the watering can for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK58G_bxVvI/AAAAAAAAACc/EdtbsJeBAoQ/s1600-h/P1070174a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK58G_bxVvI/AAAAAAAAACc/EdtbsJeBAoQ/s320/P1070174a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237259876227438322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy, here I come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK57kUef8xI/AAAAAAAAACM/DE7F0ocsT-o/s1600-h/P1070184a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK57kUef8xI/AAAAAAAAACM/DE7F0ocsT-o/s320/P1070184a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237259280580604690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say cheese..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/857080877950176589-6145003369942462361?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/6145003369942462361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=6145003369942462361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/6145003369942462361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/6145003369942462361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/08/beach-time.html' title='Beach time..'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK57jmO4TPI/AAAAAAAAABs/dG6sqYKHiEM/s72-c/P1070130a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-1378402206889530030</id><published>2008-08-08T19:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:23:32.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granpapa changed the channel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Mom came back from dancing class awhile ago and granma told mom that Ryan had a fight with granpapa over the Astro TV channel 'again'.. Mom used the word 'again' because this is not something unusual. It's been happening on and off to papa and sometimes to mom too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tonite is the opening ceremony of Beijing 2008 Olympic Games and granpapa wanted to watch the amazing show. Ryan screamed and shouted at granpapa for changing the channel.&lt;br /&gt;  This is not right, Ryan. You must show the respect for the elders, isn't it? Anyway, Granma told mom that Ryan had apologized to Granpapa. Now, that's a clever boy!&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/857080877950176589-1378402206889530030?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/1378402206889530030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=1378402206889530030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/1378402206889530030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/1378402206889530030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/08/granpapa-changed-channel.html' title='Granpapa changed the channel..'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-657786967717225891</id><published>2008-08-08T19:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:08:18.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing 2008 Olympic Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK5zhWZBxUI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y8Gd2qI9iKE/s1600-h/Logo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK5zhWZBxUI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y8Gd2qI9iKE/s320/Logo.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237250433461896514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Beijing 2008 Olympic Games start today :- 8th of August, 2008 at 8pm. This is cool.. a really special date ... see 08-08-08 08.00PM. Here's the slogan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK5zxMhwo2I/AAAAAAAAABk/cOWTc8kZupo/s1600-h/08new_slogan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK5zxMhwo2I/AAAAAAAAABk/cOWTc8kZupo/s320/08new_slogan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237250705692074850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/857080877950176589-657786967717225891?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/657786967717225891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=657786967717225891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/657786967717225891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/657786967717225891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-2008-olympic-games.html' title='Beijing 2008 Olympic Games'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SK5zhWZBxUI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y8Gd2qI9iKE/s72-c/Logo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-8419697277107430070</id><published>2008-08-07T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:00:44.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan to perform during the upcoming annual concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    We arrived school quite early today. As usual, mom will accompany Ryan to the door and wait for Ryan to take off your shoes and place them nicely in the shoe rack before mom wave goodbye and return to mom's car. It's our normal routine during the weekdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;        Today was a little special. Mom could see Teacher Renu waving to mom from the side mirror of mom's car while walking towards the car. Mom quickly wound down the windscreen and attended to Teacher Renu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;        Oh... She requested for Ryan to perform during the upcoming Little Bell Montessori Annual Concert. She has asked mom whether Ryan could perform a song or do a story telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    "Ryan is talented and we would like to allocate a slot for him during the concert which will be held in the coming October. Can you train him up?" Teacher Renu asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    "Well sure, I will try my best, Teacher Renu." Mom responded.. "But, is he also involved in a group dance or something like that?" Mom continued.&lt;br /&gt;"Ya.. But we want him to perform solo too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;        This is just awesome, Ryan! Mom just couldn't stop thinking of what songs could Ryan perform for the concert. What if Ryan refused to perform. Mom remembered showing Ryan the You Tube video clip of Little Connie Talbot singing "Over the Rainbow" and when mom asked if Ryan was afraid to sing on stage, Ryan answered "No".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mom knew this could be the chance for Ryan to sing on stage and mom and dad would really keen to know if Ryan enjoyed doing this. Ryan has shown such a deep passion on music and singing and we seriously would like to develop and enhance these skills in you, son.&lt;br /&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/857080877950176589-8419697277107430070?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/8419697277107430070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=8419697277107430070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/8419697277107430070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/8419697277107430070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/08/ryan-to-perform-during-upcoming-annual.html' title='Ryan to perform during the upcoming annual concert'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-1433705667792500724</id><published>2008-07-30T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:01:56.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"But, I just wanna play drum"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mommy, just now teacher Jenthi scolded Ryan and Ryan cried."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Why, what happened, Ryan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ryan was beating other children's bags, mommy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Why did you do that, sweetheart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because I was playing the "drum" and it was fun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But teacher Jenthi said, Ryan and Kok Keong, cannot go back home today!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So I cried, mommy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "But, Ryan, you are big boy now and you mustn't cry at school. You must behave yourself, isn't it. Do you think it is wrong to beat other children's bag, Ryan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, mommy. But I just wanna play drum."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/857080877950176589-1433705667792500724?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/1433705667792500724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=1433705667792500724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/1433705667792500724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/1433705667792500724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/07/but-i-just-wanna-play-drum.html' title='&quot;But, I just wanna play drum&quot;'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-5003829980387430078</id><published>2008-07-28T11:18:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:15:44.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan's First Underpants</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Gosh... It's been a long time since mom last updated the entries in this blog. There were so many stuff that mom would like to write but just didn't know where to start back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;    Let's see... Now, this would be interesting. Ryan wore your first underpants to the nursery this morning. You were so excited and you told mom that you would tell Jin Hong, your classmate, about your new underpants. And mom said, "Please remember not to show your underpants to everyone in the class, alright.. It's gonna be shameful, sweetheart". Ryan replied, "OK, mommy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;    Just last week, Ryan pestered mom to get you a pair of underpants. Mom was thinking whether it was too early for you to be wearing one. But while mom was about to pay for 2 boxes of Enfakid milk at the cashier counter in the shop (that mom used to frequent) last Friday, the sight of some neatly arranged boys' brief in one of the shelves somehow caught mom's eyes and mom quickly placed the 2 bulky boxes on the cashier counter and walked straight to the shelf. Suddenly mom heard Granma said "Go for the L size"... when she saw mom picking up the underpants of the smallest size. Oops... Mom suddenly felt ashame as mom was with zero experience in that matter. Nevertheless, it's been a great experience. Mom just hope that Ryan would like them very much. They came in 3 pairs; white, beige and grey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;    And on that same afternoon, mom waited patiently for Ryan to return home from the nursery. And when Uncle Yap's van arrived at the door step, Granma carried you down from the van and inside the house. The moment mom saw Ryan, mom uttered.. "Hi there Ryan! Mommy has a surprise for you. Can you close your eyes?" Ryan closed both his eyes so tightly and walked to our living room and with his smiling cheeks. "Now, open your eyes and there you go.. Do you know what they are?", mom asked. "Underpants! Thank You, Mommy!" yelled Ryan with his high pitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SI1vhlsvlAI/AAAAAAAAABM/doaNkYAgc5o/s1600-h/Ryan+brief.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SI1vhlsvlAI/AAAAAAAAABM/doaNkYAgc5o/s320/Ryan+brief.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227957365293159426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SI1vhjs3gGI/AAAAAAAAABU/TdiaLUMae2Q/s1600-h/Ryan+brief1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SI1vhjs3gGI/AAAAAAAAABU/TdiaLUMae2Q/s320/Ryan+brief1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227957364756807778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857080877950176589-5003829980387430078?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/5003829980387430078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=5003829980387430078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/5003829980387430078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/5003829980387430078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2008/07/ryans-first-underpants.html' title='Ryan&apos;s First Underpants'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/SI1vhlsvlAI/AAAAAAAAABM/doaNkYAgc5o/s72-c/Ryan+brief.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-3004373382375362478</id><published>2007-11-19T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:43:37.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Annual Concert and Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2415/2070702717_903d547a5d_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2046/2071497008_005ed47cf8_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of Ryan hopping all the way to the Assistant Principal to accept the trophy on the stage is making Mom continue to daydream for as long as 15 seconds. Mom couldn’t be more proud of Ryan for being awarded the 2nd best performance student of class 3A in the Little Bell Montessori Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/2071498066_a23005658e_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2146/2070703749_da31525e6d_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaningful event took place yesterday. It was the kindergarten's 2nd Annual Concert and Graduation Day. Looking at all the other children that were present in the ballroom with their family members on this meaningful occasion really melted Mom’s heart. Some were dressed in their performance costumes and some were already in their graduation robe with the mortar board fitted nicely on their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2007/2071498376_2ac9a3135f_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2311/2070702085_5e013d318a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Grandpa, Grandma, Ee Ee and Ryan arrived at the Grand Ballroom of the Summit Hotel, BM at around 11.20am yesterday. The backdrop was beautifully framed with colorful balloons which caught Ryan’s eyes in no time. Papa arrived 10 minutes later and quickly took Ryan to the stage to touch the balloons. Ryan was jumping with joy and Alas! Mom was just afraid that Ryan would pull the balloons down and ruined the backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2065/2071496834_7ad5fdcd6b_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2110/2071496650_108a4261b5_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom brought Ryan to another room where all the children were supposed to wait before being ushered to the stage area. There the teachers will take the opportunity to change the children into their performance costumes for those who were not given their costumes 2 days ago. The assistants also did some touching up on the children's faces with mild make up. Since Ryan and your friend Ally need to go up stage to accept the trophies, you would only change into your costume after the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2286/2070702985_5f251013db_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2182/2071497216_73cac9b81a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was so sweet with the frog costume and was hopping around like a frog joyfully in his green suit. One of the assistant applied some eye shadow on your eye lids and two patches of blusher on your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2070703149_584d2c20d2_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is Ryan ready for the frog dance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2185/2071498170_7fd0232993_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, my baby. Let mommy cuddle you to where Papa and the rest are sitting so that they could have a close look at your cute look and have a good laugh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2244/2071498288_78523cbf7b_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/2070703951_12ac395ea2_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan really enjoyed the performance of the "Frog Dance" on stage. It is just amazing that 3 year old kids could remember the steps and dance gracefully to the beat of the music with slightless flaw. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the end of the event, all the children went up to the stage to do a group singing. Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2387/2070703267_8cc30edef3_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event ended at about 1.20pm. Short and full of sweet memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2123/2071497912_7187f6620e_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2053/2071497756_80998f2e17_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2071496366_fb0db8dbb8_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857080877950176589-3004373382375362478?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/3004373382375362478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=3004373382375362478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/3004373382375362478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/3004373382375362478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2007/11/2nd-annual-concert-and-graduation-day.html' title='2nd Annual Concert and Graduation Day'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2415/2070702717_903d547a5d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-6316661752874434855</id><published>2007-08-31T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:09:33.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia celebrates 50th Merdeka Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/RtguOvIP89I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gYx31p2OIH0/s1600-h/Flag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104881008328569810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/RtguOvIP89I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gYx31p2OIH0/s320/Flag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/RtgttPIP88I/AAAAAAAAAAc/BCUUv6dfxns/s1600-h/Flag.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's today, Ryan. 31st August, 2007. We are all proud to be Malaysian... Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/RtgthvIP87I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TrTeZewYCBU/s1600-h/Merdeka.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104880235234456498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/RtgthvIP87I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TrTeZewYCBU/s320/Merdeka.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/857080877950176589-6316661752874434855?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/6316661752874434855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=6316661752874434855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/6316661752874434855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/6316661752874434855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2007/08/malaysia-celebrates-50th-merdeka-day.html' title='Malaysia celebrates 50th Merdeka Day!'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sG1OQp8NeA/RtguOvIP89I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gYx31p2OIH0/s72-c/Flag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-349351577628045939</id><published>2007-08-31T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T17:30:00.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful?</title><content type='html'>"There is nothing wrong with you. You can see it clearly in the screen now... it is very clean and you are not pregnant," uttered Dr Lee to mom. Mom accepted the fact openly after having done the HPT thrice. The third time was conducted by Dr Lee's nurse to confirm his findings. As planned, right after work on Monday, mom headed to this maternity clinic which is situated 2 minutes drive from Grandma's house. Infact, this is the clinic that Grandma delivered Ee Ee and Ee Yo many many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stress could be one of the reason," continued Dr Lee. "Come and see me if your menses did not arrive in 2 weeks time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857080877950176589-349351577628045939?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/349351577628045939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=349351577628045939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/349351577628045939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/349351577628045939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2007/08/stressful.html' title='Stressful?'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-3640543733906853581</id><published>2007-08-26T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:27:17.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative?</title><content type='html'>Mom had been contemplating whether to do the HCG test again this morning. The decision was so hard to make as mom did not want to be dissappointed again. On the other hand, mom's curiosity was intensely high. It has been the 10th day now that mom missed menses. This is just not normal. As mom grabbed the HPT and headed to the bathroom, mom could feel the heart pumping at a greater speed than normal. "What if the line doesn't show up in the window again?" And true enough the result was a negative. Feeling depressed, mom walked out from the bathroom and headed back to the bedroom. Mom gave Ryan a peck on the forehead. Ryan's forehead was a little cold and mom reached the air-cond remote control to switched it off. Ryan was still fast asleep and mom did not want to wake you up. Mom could only stare at Ryan's chubby face but mom's head was full of questions. Papa is in China now and will only be back in a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, at Grandma's house, mom did a lot of reading from different sources in the internet and went through some forums put up by several groups. Mom's experience is nothing uncommon. The only thing to do now is to make a visit to the gynaecologist. Mom attempted an appointment with Dr. Ng but his schedule seems to be quite full. Managed to get a slot at 4.15pm on the 6th of September, 2007. Another 2 more weeks to go.. It could a good thing to at least get a slot with him and asked for his advice on getting pregnant again. It has been always difficult to make appointment with Dr Ng through the nurses sitting at the front desk of the OB clinic at this Hospital. Mom had a tough one too with the nurse today who was trying to turn down mom's request for an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back when mom was anticipating menses to arrive on 16th Aug, and it didn't happen. Mom then waited another 3 days and yet, mom's menses still haven't arrived. Feeling delighted, mom just let the days passed by naturally and was waiting anxiously for the right time to conduct the HCG test. Mom picked 23rd Aug, as on this day, Papa is leaving for China and mom wanted to give Papa the so-called "good news". However, the overly excited moment turned into a doubtful situation when the result was a negative. Mom dropped Papa at Grandma's house and Ee Ya then drove Papa to the airport. Mom broke the news to Grandma and of course Grandma consoled mom by saying it was too early to take the test. Mom told Ee Ya the same thing too. At work, mom was keeping things done at a relatively slower pace. Nevertheless, jobs were executed before leaving for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears started falling only when mom was driving back home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom may be visiting another gyny to get some ultra-sound scanning done to validate the HCG test result tomorrow evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857080877950176589-3640543733906853581?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/3640543733906853581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=3640543733906853581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/3640543733906853581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/3640543733906853581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2007/08/negative.html' title='Negative?'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-4628300715276677401</id><published>2007-05-13T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:17:57.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Papa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is Papa's birthday and also Mother's Day. On behalf of Ryan, mom bought 2 shirts for papa and he liked them so very much. Papa happily uttered... "Thanks Ryan". Mom bought a Nokia Bluetooth for Papa since Papa's existing one somehow looked so old and outdated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and mom woke up quite early in the morning today. We were both just too excited to fetch you home from Granma's house. Mom can sensed a confused face crafted in Ryan's face now. Well, you have spent a night at Granma's place because papa and mom were celebrating papa's big day yesterday evening. It is on very rare occasions that mom have to let you stay overnight at Granma's house. It would be either mom needs to be on overseas trip or have fallen ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening was just special. Papa and mom had a decent dinner at Soho's before we went for a movie at Mega Cineplex. We watched the movie entitled "Next" instead of "Spiderman 3". We were fascinated with the completely sold out ticket for Spiderman 3 although yesterday had already been the 12th day after it was being released on 1st May. However, "Next" was awesome. We enjoyed the movie so much.. Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Granma's house, Granpa, Granma, Ee Ya, Ee Ee, Ee Yo and Tiau Tiau were already getting ready to start their journey to Ipoh when we arrived. Mom wished Granma a "Happy Mother's Day" while Papa was greeted with Birthday's wishes... Papa was so lucky again to receive his birthday 'ang pow' from Granma and a presie from Ee Ya too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom actually would like to join them too but Papa hurt his foot and was not convenient to drive. So, we spent today at home watching tv and playing Ryan's toys on mom's bed. Papa was supposed to go back to his office today to complete his outstanding tasks but I guess, Papa is being lazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While mom was typing this, Ryan is already sound asleep on his playpen. "Sweet dreams, my cutie pie!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857080877950176589-4628300715276677401?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/4628300715276677401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=4628300715276677401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/4628300715276677401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/4628300715276677401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-papa.html' title='Happy Birthday, Papa!'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-4583498136275119202</id><published>2007-05-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:21:40.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indolent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom is really a lousy writer.. or is mom being indolent? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857080877950176589-4583498136275119202?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/4583498136275119202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=4583498136275119202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/4583498136275119202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/4583498136275119202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2007/05/indolent.html' title='Indolent?'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-5702485561041983436</id><published>2007-04-08T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:22:27.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom came back quite early from work last Monday. Arriving Grandma’s house around 6.30pm. As soon as mom arrived, mom saw Ryan, Grandma and ‘Eeya’ getting ready to go to the pasar malam. Every Monday, there will be a lot of stalls lining up along the street near Grandma’s house. There were a collection of stalls selling goods such fruits, vegetables, toys, clothes and other ornaments at low prices. There were also hawker stalls selling laksa, noodles, satay, murtabak, kebab, pizza and et cetera. This group of stalls rotate around different housing areas on different days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, why is mom writing about pasar malam? Mom’s intention is to relate an incident that happened that day. As mom held Ryan’s little soft and delicate palm walking along the street, mom knew Ryan was astonished with all sort of toys that were being displayed. Ryan called out loud each time spotting the toys from far and mom enjoyed looking at the happy smile crafted on Ryan’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we finished getting the foodstuff for our dinner, Ryan pointed his finger towards a ‘pakcik’ who was busy inflating a balloon with the helium gas. There were at least already 6 balloons floating in the air with each of them neatly tied with fine strings at around 1 meter long all attached to the top of the gas tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“Balloon! Mommy! I want balloon!" "Let’s find out how much does it cost, Ryan",&lt;/span&gt; mom said. As mom was approaching the ‘pakcik’, Ryan got even more excited. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“Satu berapa?”,&lt;/span&gt; mom asked. The man gave a peace sign and continued distending another balloon. No more further persuasion was made. Well, feeling disappointed, mom felt that RM2 was a little dear for just an oval medium sized balloon. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“Ryan, it’s a bit expensive! When we get home later, mommy will try to search for a balloon and blow you a bigger one. Is that ok?”&lt;/span&gt; To mom’s surprised, Ryan accepted the idea by saying “OK” happily. Not a single act of rebel has Ryan demonstrated. Deep inside mom’s heart, mom felt so proud of you, Ryan. It wasn’t mom’s intention not to get you that balloon, son…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857080877950176589-5702485561041983436?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/5702485561041983436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=5702485561041983436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/5702485561041983436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/5702485561041983436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2007/04/proud.html' title='Proud...'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-857080877950176589.post-5594950999600706311</id><published>2007-04-01T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:23:12.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.. I have a blogspot too..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Many months ago, a friend of mom asked if Ryan has a blogspot. Mom answered with a negative reply and with a single lame excuse.. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"I can't find time for that. I have thousands of pictures and great memories to share but.."&lt;/span&gt; Argh.. there is always a "but" in between the lines. At that very moment, hundreds and thousands of great memories of my little king flashed out randomly in mom's head. Mom knew it is time to start sharing and penning down the moments of joy of giving birth to and bringing up a son called Ryan. It's gonna take sometime for mom to stroll along the memory lanes. Rest assured mom will surely walk through some of the good ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Ryan is 2 and a half years old now. Healthy, steady, cheeky and witty... a little sunshine that keeps on glimmering mom's and papa's life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/857080877950176589-5594950999600706311?l=ryan-oh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/feeds/5594950999600706311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=857080877950176589&amp;postID=5594950999600706311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/5594950999600706311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/857080877950176589/posts/default/5594950999600706311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryan-oh.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-i-have-blogspot-too.html' title='Wow.. I have a blogspot too..'/><author><name>Ryan's mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1286518952_eef0d90478.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
