<?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-460936863791179588</id><updated>2011-11-11T13:26:50.008+08:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Adoption'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Craft'/><category term='Nephew'/><category term='Tutorial'/><category term='Weird'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='Collection'/><category term='Bonding'/><category term='Going Out'/><category term='Product'/><category term='Food'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='Braces'/><category term='Bunnies'/><category term='Cosmetics'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Gift'/><category term='News'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Big Bad Bunnies</title><subtitle type='html'>big bad bunnies</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-2286568758890234133</id><published>2010-05-27T11:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:12:00.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><title type='text'>2 yr old boy smokes 40 cigarettes a day!</title><content type='html'>I interupt my semi retirement from the blogging world with this breaking news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgxPe891-JQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgxPe891-JQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HutNXggdSUo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HutNXggdSUo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What the hell is wrong with his parents?? He should be drinking milk and watching cartoons. Not smoking!! OMG!! What about cancer? And his mom has no choice but to give in to him? He is 2 for crying out loud!! She could just lock him up or slappity slap him to get him on track and kick his loser of a dad out the house. Better still feed his dad to the tigers for causing his son to be like this. Read his story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ap/20100521/tap-as-indonesia-underage-smokers-64ed358.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-2286568758890234133?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/2286568758890234133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=2286568758890234133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2286568758890234133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2286568758890234133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-yr-old-boy-smokes-40-cigarettes-day.html' title='2 yr old boy smokes 40 cigarettes a day!'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-8991170263468596645</id><published>2010-04-14T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:40:10.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Happy Cookies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S8NKkJXl5tI/AAAAAAAAAYA/G0EzdseEFrk/s1600/xmasCookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 515px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S8NKkJXl5tI/AAAAAAAAAYA/G0EzdseEFrk/s320/xmasCookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459289158153791186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made these cookies for X'mas gift exchange in 2009. They turned out quite yummy and crispy and had the flavour of Butter Cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dough was kinda difficult to handle though so I had to chill it and take it out of the fridge many times for the bunny shaped ones. In the end I gave up and made smiley faces and aliens from the left over dough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-8991170263468596645?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/8991170263468596645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=8991170263468596645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8991170263468596645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8991170263468596645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-cookies.html' title='Happy Cookies!!'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S8NKkJXl5tI/AAAAAAAAAYA/G0EzdseEFrk/s72-c/xmasCookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-2917611837541247211</id><published>2010-04-13T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:21:48.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>I really ate my bunnies...</title><content type='html'>Biscuits that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S8NGbark0ZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_358528CdbI/s1600/bunnyCookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S8NGbark0ZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_358528CdbI/s320/bunnyCookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459284610135675282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought this Sour Cream and Onion Bunnies Biscuit some time ago. They are organic and without trans fat. They are almost too cute to eat but I finally opened them as there was no point in buying them but not eating them (translate to the expiry is reaching).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They taste quite alright but I don't think they are 100% healthy as there was quite a bit of salt in it. Will buy again in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-2917611837541247211?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/2917611837541247211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=2917611837541247211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2917611837541247211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2917611837541247211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-really-ate-my-bunnies.html' title='I really ate my bunnies...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S8NGbark0ZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_358528CdbI/s72-c/bunnyCookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-429075867354895776</id><published>2010-04-09T10:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:17:39.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>I ate my bunny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S76b2gRQiII/AAAAAAAAAXo/VwIqyTg9LoU/s1600/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S76b2gRQiII/AAAAAAAAAXo/VwIqyTg9LoU/s200/IMG_0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457971159097182338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all happened when someone i know told me that there is a fried rabbit recipe so divine that after tasting it, nothing will taste the same again. After careful consideration and further persuasion, I decided to give up one of my bunnies to try out the recipe. Anyway I will still have one left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not see my bunny being killed or getting cooked and the dish came to the table just like fried chicken. In cannot remember what my rabbit tasted like and which one I gave up because halfway through i felt so disgusted. I ran to the sink but I did not vomit. I started to cry and to wash my hands. I really regret giving one of them up but nothing I do now can bring it back... I can't even go to the cage as I am not sure which one I gave up!! OMG!! I can't believe it!! I really really regret it but it is too late now... I cannot bring it back!! OMG!! What did I do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up... It was just a dream!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I dreamt that. The feeling of regret was so strong. What is this dream trying to tell me? What's done cannot be undone so think properly before acting rashly??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly went to hug my rabbits and to tell them that I will never ever  do that. Never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-429075867354895776?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/429075867354895776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=429075867354895776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/429075867354895776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/429075867354895776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-ate-my-bunny.html' title='I ate my bunny...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S76b2gRQiII/AAAAAAAAAXo/VwIqyTg9LoU/s72-c/IMG_0325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-3256144265822656749</id><published>2010-03-04T23:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:25:40.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephew'/><title type='text'>Kayden and his Krazee Kuku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S5EUJPTYLSI/AAAAAAAAAXY/l3gtAe_8tQY/s1600-h/KKK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S5EUJPTYLSI/AAAAAAAAAXY/l3gtAe_8tQY/s320/KKK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445155573426826530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S5CCisXEnTI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/JqqfcJdK9tg/s1600-h/KKK.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-3256144265822656749?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/3256144265822656749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=3256144265822656749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/3256144265822656749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/3256144265822656749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2010/03/kayden-and-his-krazee-kuku.html' title='Kayden and his Krazee Kuku'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S5EUJPTYLSI/AAAAAAAAAXY/l3gtAe_8tQY/s72-c/KKK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-3392759047842247473</id><published>2010-01-13T11:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:29:39.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Big Eyed Lens vs Black Eyed Kid...</title><content type='html'>It's time to camwhore... I mean it's time to ask for opinions... Wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I learned from 女人我最大  about these 'Big Eye Lens' called Acuvue Define® Dailies which is suppose to be very good. What is the difference between this coloured lens as compared to others you ask? The main advantage (if I am not wrong) of this lens is that the colour is trapped between the lens instead of printed on the underside of the lens like normal coloured lenses.  My optician kindly sent me samples to try as there are 2 colours. Black and Brown. They are really expensive too. A box of 15 lens will set you back $61.40. And it being a daily lens, you have to change it everyday so it will be $122.80 per month. That compared to Freshkon which is $23 per month. Almost $100 difference!! Think of what you can buy with that money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying it out, I agree that it is quite comfortable. The brown colour is ok too. Have yet to try the black. I have tried FreshKon before and it is quite ok too but this is definitely more comfy. Question is, do I look weird in them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S01EDTlvrbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/96cg_Absjuw/s1600-h/bigEyeLens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S01EDTlvrbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/96cg_Absjuw/s320/bigEyeLens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426067949640199602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;People say that Big Eyed Lens makes a person looks less fierce. Do you think it makes me look kinder? A better person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S01Hc8XBCXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_9z4yObUzZI/s1600-h/bigEyeLens02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S01Hc8XBCXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_9z4yObUzZI/s320/bigEyeLens02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426071688615889266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Or does it make me look like the legendary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theblackvault.com/wiki/index.php/Black_Eyed_Kids"&gt;Black Eyed Kids?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You know I already look scary as it is...&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/460936863791179588-3392759047842247473?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/3392759047842247473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=3392759047842247473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/3392759047842247473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/3392759047842247473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-eyed-lens-vs-black-eyed-kid.html' title='Big Eyed Lens vs Black Eyed Kid...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S01EDTlvrbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/96cg_Absjuw/s72-c/bigEyeLens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-6560865863820526451</id><published>2010-01-12T10:36:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:52:24.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>I am a Cannibal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This post is not for the squeamish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S0vj_ZWjAII/AAAAAAAAAWY/QIn9HSwSgkc/s1600-h/placenta02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S0vj_ZWjAII/AAAAAAAAAWY/QIn9HSwSgkc/s320/placenta02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425680854374613122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many a time, in the quest for beauty, we (and by that I mean me) would go to great lengths from the tried and tested to the downright weird to achieve what we want. This is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you would know that my sister in law recently gave birth. She had requested that I helped her cook her placenta so that she(we) can consume it. Placentas - be it sheep placenta or human placenta - has long been used to enhance beauty. It's true. Other than sheep placentas, human placentas is also used in many beauty products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S0vj_FGUIzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KUdmC0rJ7do/s1600-h/placenta01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S0vj_FGUIzI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KUdmC0rJ7do/s320/placenta01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425680848937820978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Actual pic of raw placenta has been pixelated preserve your sanity... and your breakfast... Email me if you really have to see the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The procedure is quite simple. First of all we removed the attached umbilical chord and membrane of the placenta. Next we add ginger and lemongrass into some boiling water and put the placenta in a bowl on top of it. Steam the placenta until cooked. You will know it is cooked when no blood flows out when you poke it. It actually took longer than we expected. After that, cut it into thin pieces and bake it in the oven using the lowest temperature available. We used 100ºC for 3-4 hours. Lastly pound it and put it into the capsules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, we capped it and ate it... No real improvement in terms of skin complexion and such yet but I can now shout out from the top of the mountain... "I have eaten... Human..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-6560865863820526451?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/6560865863820526451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=6560865863820526451&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6560865863820526451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6560865863820526451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-cannibal.html' title='I am a Cannibal...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S0vj_ZWjAII/AAAAAAAAAWY/QIn9HSwSgkc/s72-c/placenta02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-8621389353498293352</id><published>2010-01-11T10:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:24:50.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product'/><title type='text'>Talika Eyelash Serum - A Final Verdict</title><content type='html'>My apologies for the long overdue verdict on the Talika Eyelash Serum. After using it for a loooooooooong time... I can only say that for SG$60 per tube, it is quite expensive for the result it offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my eyelash did grow a bit longer but not to a great extend. Also, the resulting length is not due to any growth properties of the serum itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main effect of the eyelash serum is making your natural lashes stronger so it will not drop as fast. According to studies (that I read somewhere on the net), the lifespan of eyelashes is 22 days. After which they will drop off and new eyelashes will grow. For the most of us, our eyelash will fall out faster due to rubbing, wearing contact lens etc so the full potential growth of our eyelashes is not achieved. This serum reduce the chances of breakage and the falling of our eyelashes so the maximum length is achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, the final result one achieves while using this serum is cap at the maximum length each individual's eyelash can naturally grow and not the result of the serum making it longer. If you are looking for Barbie/Anime lashes, stick to fake eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S0qQVpfPdQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/sEz2DQEdtgw/s1600-h/TalikeEye+FINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 447px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S0qQVpfPdQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/sEz2DQEdtgw/s320/TalikeEye+FINAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425307402709726466" 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/460936863791179588-8621389353498293352?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/8621389353498293352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=8621389353498293352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8621389353498293352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8621389353498293352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2010/01/talika-eyelash-serum-final-verdict.html' title='Talika Eyelash Serum - A Final Verdict'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/S0qQVpfPdQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/sEz2DQEdtgw/s72-c/TalikeEye+FINAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-1277479052909227879</id><published>2009-12-16T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:13:32.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephew'/><title type='text'>Happy Baby</title><content type='html'>My nephew Kayden. The happy Baby. Don't mind my voice trying to be all cute. I'm trying to make him laugh. :op&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3c88aee6354561dc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c88aee6354561dc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330094614%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27E28219D632B64A7EA487323414A587D909B8A1.7FFDEA6FE7917753AC7E7F6A4989AD26346AE6D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c88aee6354561dc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm5xDsuiQFRhND-yfJRjkKClU4bk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3c88aee6354561dc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330094614%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27E28219D632B64A7EA487323414A587D909B8A1.7FFDEA6FE7917753AC7E7F6A4989AD26346AE6D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c88aee6354561dc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm5xDsuiQFRhND-yfJRjkKClU4bk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-1277479052909227879?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/1277479052909227879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=1277479052909227879&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/1277479052909227879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/1277479052909227879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-baby.html' title='Happy Baby'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-6969464930756524555</id><published>2009-09-18T15:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:16:35.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosmetics'/><title type='text'>Sprees and Frees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been on a crazy cosmetic spree lately. Getting cosmetics at the shop, online sprees and also getting free samples. Below are 2 packages I received yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SrMtKokGrtI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Qb9m6vfX-P0/s1600-h/Fr3b01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SrMtKokGrtI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Qb9m6vfX-P0/s320/Fr3b01.jpg" border="0" height="192" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first package is some free samples that I got from &lt;a href="http://www.fr3b.com/referral_program.php?referrer_token=8a5a3da6d9704d6e983b9d0a838f2d2c"&gt;fr3b&lt;/a&gt;. fr3b is a site where you can get free samples of products you want to try. They believe that everyone should get to try some samples before splurging on the full sized products so as not to waste money if the product is not suitable and I totally agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you register, you will be awarded 6 points. You can 'redeem' sample products using these points and after receiving it, u can try the products and give your review on the site. Each review in turn gives you more points to redeem more things. Although they mention that you can try everything for free on the site, it is actually not 100% free. You need to pay a postage and handling fee. Which is a minimal fee. I paid $1.50 for these 3 products and after checking, I found that the postage is only $0.50 meaning $1.00 goes to handling. Actually this is not the first time I got samples from them. The first time round, because the package was damaged, I did not get to try a lot of the body moisturizer sample. I gave a review anyway coz you need more points to get more samples. I gave a truthful review though stating that the sample was damaged. This time round everything arrived safely. As I am on a Korea craze at the moment, I grabbed a few Korean products. The gowoonsesang repair serum is the cutest with a packaging that looks like a little bottle. Dr.Jart is also Korean. These two brands are develop by the dermalogical and plastic surgeons of Korea. Somehow I trust Korean cosmetics so I would love to try these out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SrMtslhd8yI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UXR_tsXcepg/s1600-h/JKB.GW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SrMtslhd8yI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UXR_tsXcepg/s320/JKB.GW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second package is 2 lip balms from gowoonsesang that we (Linda and me) bought from &lt;a href="http://japanesekoreanbeauty.wordpress.com/"&gt;JapaneseKoreanBeauty&lt;/a&gt;. The reason for getting this is because someone we know is using it so we decided to give it a try too. I will give my reviews soon. The seller very kindly sent a sample of the gowoonsesang brightening balm which is highly raved for me to try as well. It looks like a mini of the full sized one and has a strap to hang on your handphone. Cuteness!! The seller even wrote a thank you note. A very prompt and good seller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-6969464930756524555?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/6969464930756524555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=6969464930756524555&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6969464930756524555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6969464930756524555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/09/sprees-and-frees.html' title='Sprees and Frees'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SrMtKokGrtI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Qb9m6vfX-P0/s72-c/Fr3b01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-3197136996489782848</id><published>2009-09-16T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:12:24.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><title type='text'>Baby Kayden</title><content type='html'>After seeing the first photo of my nephew, most people have 2 comments. One is he has a lot of hair and second is... How come cannot see his face?? I was wondering the same thing when I received the photo. You'd think his daddy would have enough sense to take a photo of his face to show the whole world?? HAHA!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sq_FR05q0pI/AAAAAAAAAVY/2KHybrbLQ1o/s1600-h/Kayden03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sq_FR05q0pI/AAAAAAAAAVY/2KHybrbLQ1o/s200/Kayden03.jpg" border="0" height="171" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So it is up to his aunt to show his face to everyone. I think he is really cute. REALLY REALLY CUTE!! His face is chubby like a chipmunk. I can't tell who he looks like though. I think his nose and lips looks like my brother. Esp the area between the nose and lips really looks like my brother. It looks to me that he does not have double eyelids though. And his eyelashes is not long. But maybe he might have a dimple. Not sure on that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went into the room, he opened his eyes to look. My brother said that when he was born, he opened his eyes to look around immediately. I dunno is that normal with all babies but my brother said it in a way like it is very special... HAHA!! When I carried him, he kept looking at me with his side eye while I was talking. HAHA!! Maybe wondering who the hell is this crazy bitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bunny soft toy for him. Hope he likes it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sq_IuQSjtxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/f7s17xxyGIA/s1600-h/Kayden02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sq_IuQSjtxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/f7s17xxyGIA/s400/Kayden02.jpg" border="0" height="530" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-3197136996489782848?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/3197136996489782848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=3197136996489782848&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/3197136996489782848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/3197136996489782848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-kayden.html' title='Baby Kayden'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sq_FR05q0pI/AAAAAAAAAVY/2KHybrbLQ1o/s72-c/Kayden03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-223220400249720846</id><published>2009-09-15T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:12:31.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><title type='text'>Presenting Kayden Lu</title><content type='html'>Finally after many many hours of waiting... I am presenting to the world... *drumroll* My nephew Kayden Lu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it all started when I received an sms from my brother at about 8am++ yesterday saying that he is in the hospital with my sister in law and they are waiting. After that of course I called my mom and we did some simple plans on what time my parents will come from Malaysia to see my new nephew etc expecting that he will be born by the time I am off work. From 8am to 6pm is 10 long hours!! So I guess it was a safe assumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I got to the hospital at about 7pm... He is yet to be born!! And we received an sms from my brother saying "Only 5-6cm now... Still have to wait..." Hhmn... I don't know where my mom got the info that the doctor says he will be born at 6pm+ but that didn't happen. Then we kinda guessed that we will not be able to see him already coz visiting hours is only until 8pm. So we had dinner at the hospital hoping if by chance he might be born within that hour but the answer was negative. In the end we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an mms with his photo at about 1.26am. Baby Kayden. 3.190kg. Born 15 September 2009. Finally... I will see him tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sq8UUnMpN_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YCZsIase1WY/s1600-h/Kayden01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sq8UUnMpN_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YCZsIase1WY/s400/Kayden01.jpg" border="0" height="299" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;He was supposed to be born on 9 Sept 2009 (090909 what a nice number) but he chose to be born on 15 Sept instead. 15 Sept being the customary wedding dinner anniversary of my brother and sister in law. Naughty Boy...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-223220400249720846?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/223220400249720846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=223220400249720846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/223220400249720846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/223220400249720846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/09/presenting-kayden-lu.html' title='Presenting Kayden Lu'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sq8UUnMpN_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YCZsIase1WY/s72-c/Kayden01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-2753600456040995193</id><published>2009-09-14T10:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:12:46.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collection'/><title type='text'>Bunny Bags</title><content type='html'>Before going into all the heavy weight post about Macau and my new projects, I am presenting to you a few Bunny Grocery Recycling Bags that my friend Jo got for me from Shanghai. They are all shaped like bunnies and when you want to use them, open them, flip it out and it is a grocery bag. The bunny can be used as a coin purse. SOOOOOOOOO CUTE!!!!!! She got it at a discounted price too!! Super!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sq2tPUsjfTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/h1CPNCeQ-90/s1600-h/Bunny+bags.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sq2tPUsjfTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/h1CPNCeQ-90/s400/Bunny+bags.JPG" border="0" height="314" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you Jo for helping me get them. :o)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In other news: &lt;/b&gt;My sis in law is in the hospital now waiting to deliver my nephew!! I am gonna be an aunt today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-2753600456040995193?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/2753600456040995193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=2753600456040995193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2753600456040995193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2753600456040995193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/09/bunny-bags.html' title='Bunny Bags'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sq2tPUsjfTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/h1CPNCeQ-90/s72-c/Bunny+bags.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-4643117583302932596</id><published>2009-09-09T11:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:13:05.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger is back to normal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SqcpwnkSiMI/AAAAAAAAAVA/DyL7uepHXZg/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SqcpwnkSiMI/AAAAAAAAAVA/DyL7uepHXZg/s200/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally my blogger is back to normal!! For a while there was problems with the interface which is quite irritating. Now it is back to normal, I guess it is time to clear the dust and catch up with the blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH!! Many thing to add...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;Just realised it's been 3 months... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-4643117583302932596?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/4643117583302932596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=4643117583302932596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4643117583302932596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4643117583302932596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogger-is-back-to-normal.html' title='Blogger is back to normal!'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SqcpwnkSiMI/AAAAAAAAAVA/DyL7uepHXZg/s72-c/IMG_0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-7207249209301742843</id><published>2009-05-27T10:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:11:39.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Instant Pasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Backlog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ShyfOdnCeII/AAAAAAAAAUY/fcd7xZDIxds/s1600-h/San+Remo+Four+Cheeses.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340318328969918594" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ShyfOdnCeII/AAAAAAAAAUY/fcd7xZDIxds/s400/San+Remo+Four+Cheeses.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 195px; width: 148px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That day while browsing the supermarket, I chance upon a few instant pasta which I quickly snapped up. Usually I would buy the San Remo brand of instant pasta (to be cooked when I am too busy to cook from scratch) which is actually not instant as you still have to cook the pasta for a few minutes with the powder that comes with it but I would say that San Remo's taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 new types that I found are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Velveeta Shells&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fantastic Carbonara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ShyfOLO899I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sywmf5n4fOA/s1600-h/instantpasta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340318324037056466" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ShyfOLO899I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sywmf5n4fOA/s400/instantpasta.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 514px; width: 386px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Left bottom and right bottom pics is Velveeta. Small middle right pic is Fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Velveeta&lt;/span&gt;, you also have to cook the shells and after it is cooked, you squeeze in the instant packet sauce that comes together in the box. The sauce looks like nacho sauce only thicker and it tastes gooood. I cooked mine with ham and sausages. My brother loves it so much that I have bought it again a few times for him. He cooks his with sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fantastic Carbonara&lt;/span&gt; (it comes in other flavour too), you just have to put in the powder cheese and pour hot water into the cup and seal it for a while like instant noodles. But the taste is so different. Very salty and the macaroni is very thin. Not good at all. I will not buy this again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-7207249209301742843?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/7207249209301742843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=7207249209301742843&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7207249209301742843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7207249209301742843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/05/instant-pasta.html' title='Instant Pasta'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ShyfOdnCeII/AAAAAAAAAUY/fcd7xZDIxds/s72-c/San+Remo+Four+Cheeses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-8338731760587085400</id><published>2009-05-18T11:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:14:41.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Chicken... Pork... Chicken...</title><content type='html'>Tooks some time off for a little soul searching... Ok... Ok... I lie... Had been lazy but I am back now. :op&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backlog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ShDV26k-fPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/opTbjzwIEGU/s1600-h/ChickenRice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ShDV26k-fPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/opTbjzwIEGU/s400/ChickenRice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337000697848036594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On 3rd April 2009, my good friend Ms U treated XL and me to chicken rice at Seah Street. This place serves traditional Chicken Rice and also Hainanese Pork Chops and is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chin Chin Eating House&lt;/span&gt;. We ordered both the steamed chicken and roasted chicken with some chicken liver. I prefer the steamed version with lots of mince ginger and lots of sweet black sauce. Yumm!! This place also servers traditional Hainanese Pork Chops with potato. The sauce is too mild for me though as I prefer more tomatoey sauces. The potatoes are a yummy surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-8338731760587085400?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/8338731760587085400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=8338731760587085400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8338731760587085400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8338731760587085400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/05/chicken-pork-chicken.html' title='Chicken... Pork... Chicken...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ShDV26k-fPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/opTbjzwIEGU/s72-c/ChickenRice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-6170833479710054621</id><published>2009-04-15T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:09:20.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Out'/><title type='text'>ignorLAND of its Desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SeS1IdRzq3I/AAAAAAAAATY/Aeikqg9fqM4/s1600-h/ignorLAND+of+its+Desires2_347x260%281235638901%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SeS1IdRzq3I/AAAAAAAAATY/Aeikqg9fqM4/s400/ignorLAND+of+its+Desires2_347x260%281235638901%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324579816361667442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Backlog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 27th March 2009, my friend Linda and me went to volunteer for a drama group. It is a chinese play and we volunteered to be ushers and stuff. Linda's friend is in the group and she asked me if I want to go. The play is in Geylang and it is about Geylang. The food, sleeze and adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SeS0K-GxXUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yd6tln_tjXM/s1600-h/highwayhalfway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SeS0K-GxXUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yd6tln_tjXM/s400/highwayhalfway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324578760021859650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The play is played in 2 locations and I am situated at the Highpoint Halfway house. It is a place that helps ex convicts get back on the right track after they are released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It was great fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-6170833479710054621?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/6170833479710054621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=6170833479710054621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6170833479710054621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6170833479710054621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/04/ignorland-of-its-desires.html' title='ignorLAND of its Desires'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SeS1IdRzq3I/AAAAAAAAATY/Aeikqg9fqM4/s72-c/ignorLAND+of+its+Desires2_347x260%281235638901%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-2390270140459108606</id><published>2009-04-03T03:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:09:39.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tutorial'/><title type='text'>Music on the blog</title><content type='html'>For no reason today I decided that I wanted to have music on my blog on the sidebar. Hence I went about figuring out how to do it (from 11pm to 3.30am). I thought they would have a ready gadget to add automatically but I was wrong. After trying out a few ready playlist, I decided that I want just one song and a small player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I went to blogger help which brought me to a site but the tutorial doesn't work. After searching on the net for a while, I found a site telling me how to do it but after trying out, it doesn't work as well so it was back to searching the web again which brought me to &lt;a href="http://tips-for-new-bloggers.blogspot.com/"&gt;tips-for-new-bloggers&lt;/a&gt;. Every blogger should bookmark this site as it is very good and teaches a lot of thing especially it give the html code which is mostly gibberish to us clueless people. Then with their tips, I went searching for some free hosting sites for my songs. I thought that's the end but I found out that it was really not as easy as I thought and I had to join a few free hosting sites (Rapidshare, FileFactory, Boxnet to name a few) to determine from which site my music will show up. Finally I settled on &lt;a href="http://www.fileave.com/"&gt;FileAve.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone is interested to add music to their blog and are lazy to go check out the sites should:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUSTOMIZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADD A GADGET &gt; HTML/WIDGET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the text box add&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;embed autostart="false" loop="true" playcount="2" src="%3Cspan%20style=" height="40"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;embed autostart="false" loop="true" playcount="2" src="%3Cspan%20style=" height="40"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{embed autostart = "false" height="40" loop="true" playcount="2" src="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;URL of music file&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;" width="300" / &gt; &lt; / embed}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Change the above {} into &lt;&gt; and remove all spacing from code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Tips site advised that it is better not to have the music auto start since some people might be reading from their office. But for a start I still put is as auto start. Please let me your comment to let me know which is better. Thanks!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PS: I will be late for work again tomorrow and I did not do my freelance because I was so bent on learning how to do it!!!&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/460936863791179588-2390270140459108606?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/2390270140459108606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=2390270140459108606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2390270140459108606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2390270140459108606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-on-blog.html' title='Music on the blog'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-8579802357974659789</id><published>2009-04-02T23:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:10:05.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Spaghetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScNG8cpXOdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QCFLJ8ERFWY/s1600-h/spaghetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScNG8cpXOdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QCFLJ8ERFWY/s400/spaghetti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315169989523093970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spaghetti Bolognese that I cooked for dinner one day for my younger bro and me. As it's for my younger bro (the official food taster of the family), beef and spaghetti is used. If its for my older bro, then any kind of pasta and pork will be used because he and his wife does not eat beef. If it is for me only, then any kind of meat and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fusilli"&gt;fusilli&lt;/a&gt; will be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verdict:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good.&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/460936863791179588-8579802357974659789?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/8579802357974659789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=8579802357974659789&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8579802357974659789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8579802357974659789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/04/spaghetti.html' title='Spaghetti'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScNG8cpXOdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QCFLJ8ERFWY/s72-c/spaghetti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-3345144663528893622</id><published>2009-04-02T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:10:22.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>I Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdHoDZoxJ7I/AAAAAAAAASY/foCReLZWJmk/s1600-h/handlist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdHoDZoxJ7I/AAAAAAAAASY/foCReLZWJmk/s400/handlist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319287780020398002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The list of food I must buy for my colleagues for lunch last Friday. As I am very forgetful, I find it better to write it down. But I might lose it or I might forget to look at the list in my bag so its better to write it on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The list reads:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mc Chick&lt;br /&gt;CBM&lt;br /&gt;Tea x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Meaning McChicken Meal, Cheese Burger Meal and both drinks change to tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdHoDvIA5FI/AAAAAAAAASg/zmR2CNhrEdE/s1600-h/legbruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdHoDvIA5FI/AAAAAAAAASg/zmR2CNhrEdE/s400/legbruise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319287785788597330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other news:&lt;/span&gt; There is a large bruise on my leg. And... I forgot how it got there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My best guess is:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) I knock it on my company recept table&lt;br /&gt;B) I knock it on my bunny's cage door&lt;br /&gt;C) Bunny step on me when I am sleeping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-3345144663528893622?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/3345144663528893622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=3345144663528893622&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/3345144663528893622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/3345144663528893622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-forget.html' title='I Forget'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdHoDZoxJ7I/AAAAAAAAASY/foCReLZWJmk/s72-c/handlist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-4265789121232197233</id><published>2009-03-31T14:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:11:04.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>To cut the cake and slice the throat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdGclI6HIoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6GymeqQmg-8/s1600-h/qijiDinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdGclI6HIoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6GymeqQmg-8/s400/qijiDinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319204796761580162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday – 30th March – is my brother's birthday. It started out as a normal working day. I wanted to sms him HAPPY BIRTHDAY but it was a very busy day so I forgot. In the evening, I met Ms U to shop around Tiong Bahru and we had Qiji and Mcdonalds before going to TS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I remembered I forgot to sms him and he answered in a sulking way that I had forgotten its his birthday and to make up for it I must get him a cake. Haha!! He was kidding of course (I suspect its just his way of officially getting to eat cake since he is a snacks glutton) but I bought a cake anyways. I got him the &lt;a href="http://www.bengawansolo.com.sg/prod_inhouse.aspx?id=11"&gt;Bengawan Solo Mango Cake&lt;/a&gt; which is fast becoming the birthday cake of choice for everyone in my family. At home we had a little sing song cut cake ceremony and everyone had cake. Then we chatted and kid each other for a bit before retiring for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdGckg1NeWI/AAAAAAAAASA/dnXNsURnbmk/s1600-h/BrobBday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 519px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdGckg1NeWI/AAAAAAAAASA/dnXNsURnbmk/s400/BrobBday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319204786003605858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think thats the end of my 'eventful' day then you are wrong. After cake, I went to the kitchen and was greeted by this sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdGckzdmeBI/AAAAAAAAASI/dqm8kxekq4Q/s1600-h/WashBaobei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdGckzdmeBI/AAAAAAAAASI/dqm8kxekq4Q/s400/WashBaobei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319204791004854290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandma had washed my Baobei doll and hung him by his ears on the window grill!! I rushed to touch it and the hair inside has become slightly clumpy and there is no Baobei smell anymore!! I stood there glued to the floor and I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Can I kill my grandma now?? Is this why seemingly normal people fly off the handle and gun down their family members in the middle of the night??"&lt;/span&gt; My brother came in to the kitchen and asked me what's wrong and I pointed at the doll and he goes 'Oh.. My condolences...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not wake my grandma up of course. What's the use right?? What's done cannot be undone but I scolded her anyway this morning. She said that since my bunnies have bonded there is not use for the doll anymore and that he was really dirty with hair and hay. I said (without shouting I swear) "Meimei don't need it anymore but I want him for myself". She realised what she had done so she kept quiet. As for me... I really have nothing to say... Good intentions. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt; Dumb act. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt; Irreversible. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-4265789121232197233?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/4265789121232197233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=4265789121232197233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4265789121232197233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4265789121232197233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-cut-cake-and-slice-neck.html' title='To cut the cake and slice the throat...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdGclI6HIoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6GymeqQmg-8/s72-c/qijiDinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-7997598194554111981</id><published>2009-03-30T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:49:27.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Bonding Day Infinity</title><content type='html'>After letting my bunnies out to interact with no casualties, I decided to just lump them together into Meimei's cage to see how it goes. At first there was butt sniffing and lots of chasing around. Den suddenly Meimei turn around and Didi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... started grooming her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdB5HU1iXxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/f5idVSa44nQ/s1600-h/bondedbunnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 501px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdB5HU1iXxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/f5idVSa44nQ/s400/bondedbunnies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318884326683860754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BUNNIES HAVE BONDED!!! Finally!! They are still trying to get used to living in the same area but they are bonded!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-7997598194554111981?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/7997598194554111981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=7997598194554111981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7997598194554111981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7997598194554111981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/bonding-day-infinity.html' title='Bonding Day Infinity'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdB5HU1iXxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/f5idVSa44nQ/s72-c/bondedbunnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-6362761173740288350</id><published>2009-03-30T12:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:45:29.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product'/><title type='text'>Canon Ixus 95 IS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdBVzeT-_tI/AAAAAAAAARo/P3qsx4O5Ulo/s1600-h/ixus95is-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdBVzeT-_tI/AAAAAAAAARo/P3qsx4O5Ulo/s400/ixus95is-banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318845502723129042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I went to Courts to get a new camera. The reason for buying is that my Powershot A80 is already dead for some months. The camera that I had been using is my dad's Samsung which we bought for him. However the quality really sucks. Another reason is although I know that my dad wants to use his camera sometimes, he will not bring it back to Malaysia because he wants me to be able to use the camera when I want to. So I think it is better to get a new one. Also there is a promotion during the weekend and I got the camera with a free camera case, a mini tripod, an LCD monitor cleaner and an 8GB imation flash drive all for SG$399. Quite a good deal I think. When I went to Courts JP, the salesman who was attending to me was quite unfriendly and gave me a 'you will not buy' look. I think its because I was wearing T-shirt, jeans and specs and look like my usual blur self (my brother was already telling me that this will happen before I left the house). I asked him what is the difference between the IXUS and the Powershot and he said its the same except the design and battery used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I decided to take a break and went for lunch with my grandma first and I called Ms U and also Zaq to ask about it (Ms U voted for Powershot and Zaq voted for IXUS). Den I went back to face Unfriendly Salesman again. I kept fidgetting with the camera as I am quite used to a Canon while he looked on. Then he walked off as I did not ask him anything else. Den Friendly Salesman appear and I asked him the same question. He was able to give me a few pointers so in the end I chose the IXUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Canon Digital Ixus 95IS is kinda like Becky's camera (the picture and color quality is great). Only a newer model. I got a green one as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-6362761173740288350?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/6362761173740288350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=6362761173740288350&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6362761173740288350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6362761173740288350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/canon-ixus-95-is.html' title='Canon Ixus 95 IS'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdBVzeT-_tI/AAAAAAAAARo/P3qsx4O5Ulo/s72-c/ixus95is-banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-82505046516324962</id><published>2009-03-28T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:18:34.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Hair now gone tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdBwyxsxC6I/AAAAAAAAARw/6hGtA9lzbPk/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdBwyxsxC6I/AAAAAAAAARw/6hGtA9lzbPk/s400/hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318875177561426850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a month of trying to grow out my bangs to prepare my hair for a transformation into a sexy hairdo... I give up and took the scissors into my own hands giving myself bangs again. I think more suitable lar... I fluff up the sides of my hair for the pic. Must make some pong pong fen from a &lt;a href="http://noiseyboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/diy-volumizing-hair-lotion.html"&gt;DIY&lt;/a&gt; recommended by my friend Noise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-82505046516324962?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/82505046516324962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=82505046516324962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/82505046516324962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/82505046516324962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair-now-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair now gone tomorrow...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SdBwyxsxC6I/AAAAAAAAARw/6hGtA9lzbPk/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-6181700743635282428</id><published>2009-03-27T00:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:18:00.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>To bond or not to bond... That is the question...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Scup7RsfmNI/AAAAAAAAARY/mItE0daHI-8/s1600-h/shutterstock_5392135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Scup7RsfmNI/AAAAAAAAARY/mItE0daHI-8/s400/shutterstock_5392135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317530620868401362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I am typing this, I am letting my bunnies out to play simultaneously. Meaning at anytime they might snap and bite each other... Its been an hour now and so far so good. A few chasing around but no biting yet... Crossing my fingers... And toes... And anything else that is crossable... Bond... Please bond...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-6181700743635282428?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/6181700743635282428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=6181700743635282428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6181700743635282428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6181700743635282428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-bond-or-not-to-bond-that-is-question.html' title='To bond or not to bond... That is the question...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Scup7RsfmNI/AAAAAAAAARY/mItE0daHI-8/s72-c/shutterstock_5392135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-6177029650226869847</id><published>2009-03-25T12:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:16:01.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>The Vampire of Venice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbzBXhARn3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8j7OcIcpF2k/s1600-h/VampireVenice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbzBXhARn3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8j7OcIcpF2k/s400/VampireVenice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313334270131019634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Startling discovery!! The proof that Vampires exist in Venice a long long time ago!! OMG!! I should be there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!! No lar... A skeleton was found with a brick in its mouth. According to legend, this is what olden people do to suspected vampires so they would starve to death. Hmmm... I hope they also nailed many parts of the vampire to the coffin though coz if they did not... Vampire wakes up in the night. Raise one pale arm, remove the brick from its mouth and it is back in business... At least less obvious than dragging a coffin around which it is nailed to. No??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScnSHQiusAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/loyiJts-TGo/s1600-h/gary+oldman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScnSHQiusAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/loyiJts-TGo/s400/gary+oldman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317011857229131778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha!! Nowadays there are many explanation for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampire"&gt;vampirism&lt;/a&gt; that ancient people are not aware of. Premature burial, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porphyria"&gt;being sick in the body&lt;/a&gt; or being sick in the mind to name a few. And who gets my vote for being the coolest vampire ever?? *drumroll* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gary Oldman&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000SP3DE2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=wwwbigbadbunn-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000SP3DE2"&gt;Bram Stoker's Dracula&lt;/a&gt;. Bite me please... Master...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090313/ap_on_re_eu/eu_italy_vampire_of_venice"&gt;read it here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-6177029650226869847?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/6177029650226869847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=6177029650226869847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6177029650226869847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6177029650226869847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/vampire-of-venice.html' title='The Vampire of Venice'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbzBXhARn3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8j7OcIcpF2k/s72-c/VampireVenice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-539917400603672203</id><published>2009-03-24T23:19:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:39:32.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Out'/><title type='text'>SAM SAM SAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Backlog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SciZZsCFDZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mijRmy-Bczg/s1600-h/samMuseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 381px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SciZZsCFDZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mijRmy-Bczg/s400/samMuseum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316668026706529682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday the 13th this month, my friend Ms U ask me to go to the Singapore Arts Museum with her to view an exhibition by some Korean artist titled KoreanArt. Apparently these Korean artist are quite prominent and their pieces may have quite high value that the higher management of a certain auction house even flew to Singapore to see the exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SciVwYze_rI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/f4RFSXsqWVI/s1600-h/KoreanArt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SciVwYze_rI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/f4RFSXsqWVI/s400/KoreanArt1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316664018635521714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After viewing I would say that the exhibition is indeed very good (my only complain is the the museum is freezing!! Maybe they need to maintain the paintings thats why the low temperature?? No??). I wouldn't say I agree with all of them. Some of them have a concept but some of them are based on painstaking skills. The two of them that I really like is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SciVwr7yS9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ol09_aFLmTI/s1600-h/KoreanArt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SciVwr7yS9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ol09_aFLmTI/s400/KoreanArt3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316664023770614738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Suh Do Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This floor installation consist of many small figurines holding up an acrylic sheet. The installation is supposedly strong enough for visitors to walk on but of course in this exhibition, it is fenced up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SciVwXd9VPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/eAkwu6PYxxk/s1600-h/KoreanArt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SciVwXd9VPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/eAkwu6PYxxk/s400/KoreanArt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316664018276799730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ik-Joong Kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece consist of many 3x3 inch miniature canvases that the artist carried and drew when he was traveling around so each piece is unique to the time and event when it was created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScibFwoLvwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/E27XJdoc83c/s1600-h/samMuseum2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScibFwoLvwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/E27XJdoc83c/s400/samMuseum2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316669883365965570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;No prize for guessing who my date for the evening is. We had dinner at the Kopitiam beside Hotel Rendezvous and all I can say is... Give the dim sum a miss next time you are there.&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/460936863791179588-539917400603672203?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/539917400603672203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=539917400603672203&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/539917400603672203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/539917400603672203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/sam-sam-sam.html' title='SAM SAM SAM'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SciZZsCFDZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mijRmy-Bczg/s72-c/samMuseum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-7435876177676749111</id><published>2009-03-24T17:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:25:29.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Out'/><title type='text'>Wild Wild Wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Scib8VGnaII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4etxdQHGBxA/s1600-h/www1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Scib8VGnaII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4etxdQHGBxA/s400/www1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316670820870219906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday, we went to Downtown East as planned. To beat the crowds (and grab the limited parking lots) we went really early at about 10.30am. Immediately after reaching Downtown East, we went to collect the goodie bags for the event. It was a reusable bag (everyone is giving away one of those these days) with a mat inside. A mat that we can use then or for future picnics. There are 3 colours to choose from. Red, Green and Blue. I chose green of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we hit the free Milo van where they serve the best Milo in town. I dun know why but Milo from the Milo van is always the best. We used to drink it many times during school sports day. Hehe... Then my cousin went to queue for the free popcorn and cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Wild Wild Wet where we did not take any photos. Yes I did wear a bikini and no, nobody even took a second glance coz there were many bikini babes there. We all got a mean tan now eventhough we applied a sunblock of 70 SPF!! Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had lunch with vouchers also provided by NHG. I guess they must have spent a fortune on this Family Day as everything seems to be free. Then we went to the Escape Theme Park which is like a carnival with assorted games like Viking, Bumper Car, Go Kart etc. Unfortunately all these are closed due to the rain so my cousin and I went to the Haunted House which is open. My parents and sis in law stayed outside to wait for us. It was not scary at all coz there were many people inside so it was kinda anti climax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun but tiring day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Scib8cGk0qI/AAAAAAAAARA/sknFaIRG86I/s1600-h/www2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 495px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Scib8cGk0qI/AAAAAAAAARA/sknFaIRG86I/s400/www2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316670822749098658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;They have an umbrella dispenser. Cool!! We need this in town. Super double cheese takoyaki. Free cotton candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-7435876177676749111?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/7435876177676749111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=7435876177676749111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7435876177676749111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7435876177676749111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/wild-wild-wet.html' title='Wild Wild Wet'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Scib8VGnaII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4etxdQHGBxA/s72-c/www1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-4715367126962206594</id><published>2009-03-20T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:35:48.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Heritage Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScNGuvspw2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/8QUf58c-gas/s1600-h/melaka09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 472px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScNGuvspw2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/8QUf58c-gas/s400/melaka09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315169754118996834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I went to Malacca for a presscheck with my boss. As it is the school holidays, she decided to bring her daughter Anastasia along. Because the drama Little Nyonya is all the rage now, there are loads of Singaporean in Malacca at the moment taking in the sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad drove us up and I asked my mom to go as well in case Anastasia feels weird alone with my dad. Little did I expect that she gets along better with my dad and they were walking hand in hand on the streets looking into every nook and corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joined them at Junker Walk at around 4.40pm for nyonya chendol and laksa. Then we walked around a bit before going back to singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScNGubDD9vI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9eFHLdiE2K4/s1600-h/melaka2+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScNGubDD9vI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9eFHLdiE2K4/s400/melaka2+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315169748575844082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natural sights I saw on my trip to Malacca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; A double rainbow, 500 yrs old broken pottery that was dug up during the construction of the water feature (the small centrepiece actually had a rabbit motif on it), a funny bug and the distant sunset as we left Malacca. The world is wonderful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-4715367126962206594?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/4715367126962206594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=4715367126962206594&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4715367126962206594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4715367126962206594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/heritage-tour.html' title='Heritage Tour'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScNGuvspw2I/AAAAAAAAAPo/8QUf58c-gas/s72-c/melaka09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-6620422211792813314</id><published>2009-03-20T15:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:28:39.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Siapa mahu Ramli??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScNMHB6VrJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/iT-5Kg4YR78/s1600-h/ramliburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScNMHB6VrJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/iT-5Kg4YR78/s400/ramliburger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315175668883238034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we were young, every end of the year school holiday is spent in Penang at my grandparent's place. Every night without fail we will go to the corner shop to get supper of Ramli burgers. Its basically burger Malay style. We would always order the Burger Lembu Spesial (meaning Special Beef Burger).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vendor will fry the patty with some curry powder and worcestershire sauce. Crack an egg and spread it really thin, put the patty in the middle and wrap the patty with the egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, we can only get this Burger when there is a Pasar Malam. Whenever there is a Pasar Malam, I will surely buy one back for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... The simple things in life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-6620422211792813314?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/6620422211792813314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=6620422211792813314&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6620422211792813314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6620422211792813314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/siapa-mahu-ramli.html' title='Siapa mahu Ramli??'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ScNMHB6VrJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/iT-5Kg4YR78/s72-c/ramliburger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-799535429031694060</id><published>2009-03-18T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:30:41.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Potty for my new baby...</title><content type='html'>It must be made known that bunnies must eat a lot of hay for the good of their digestive track. Its been a few months since I got Lego and he is not a big hay fan. A few days after I got him, I bought a round metal hay rack for him so that he can eat and play at the same time. It did not work our really well of course as the hay kept falling onto the floor and makes a mess of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbkzD_WRnhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/O2TuZghL6ME/s1600-h/haycontainer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 518px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbkzD_WRnhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/O2TuZghL6ME/s400/haycontainer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312333379097697810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;First two pic is the hay rack which I will give to Jawskie. Dun waste it lying around unused mar... The third pic is my Meimei's potty and the big pic is Lego's rack now. I tied it down so he will not turn it over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Daiso to get the hay rack that I got for my Baobei and Meimei last time that can be clipped onto their potty (you cannot imagine how many potties I have changes in the course of finding the perfect potty and the one I have now for Meimei is perfect). But den I have to get the same size potty which is only sold at Adeline's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Lego have to make do with the smaller potty with the hay rack tied to the side of his enclosure until further notice (which means mama getting her lazy ass to Adeline's shop which hopefully is still open to get it). I also am putting this off because I still hope that they will get along one day and they can be moved to the same enclosure and share the same potty. If that happens, I will then have 2 potties. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbkzDs8oq1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Oxs6aWqj-Wk/s1600-h/meimeipining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbkzDs8oq1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Oxs6aWqj-Wk/s400/meimeipining.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312333374158318418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for their progress, I can say that they are now tolerating each other's presence and they don't mind grooming in front of each other which I am told is a good sign. My Meimei however is still snuggling and grooming the Baobei doll. Everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I miss him too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-799535429031694060?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/799535429031694060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=799535429031694060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/799535429031694060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/799535429031694060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/potty-for-my-new-baby.html' title='Potty for my new baby...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbkzD_WRnhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/O2TuZghL6ME/s72-c/haycontainer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-5173016547608868055</id><published>2009-03-17T00:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:19:06.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>SingaporeLoveLinks.com</title><content type='html'>3 days ago, while surfing on youtube, I saw a flashing ad on the side that advertises an online dating site called &lt;a href="http://www.singaporelovelinks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SingaporeLoveLinks.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, the words &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Why don't you give it a try?? You don't want to stay single for the rest of my life right??&lt;/span&gt; started flashing through my mind. So I decided to sign up just for fun. To see if anyone would be interested in me since I have been single forever. I don't expect to find a lover on the site but at least I can make some friends. Also I realise that a man is not gonna just fall from the sky into my lap so i must take some initiative to meet more people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly i got quite a few 'Someone is interested in YOU' msgs immediately. I did not reply at first and went over the site exploring what are the options. After 2 days of exploring, I find that a lot of the guys who sent me the interested msgs were always online. Like 24 hrs a day. Hmmm... That does not sound good. So I ignored them and only replied those who seem slightly more sincere in finding friends rather than an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that this site also has another option where paying members can talk to potential friends using something like msn. In the 3 days quite a few guys 'chatted' with me too but it seems quite disappointing though. Typical conversation goes like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mr A: Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kikilala: Hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mr A: Do you do sports??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kikilala: Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mr A: Oh. You dun like soccer?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kikilala: Only the cute boys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(*being humourous here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mr A: Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(Mr A closed chat box)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mr B: Hi! Can you be my friend??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kikilala: Hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mr B: I am lonely wanna meet??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mr B: I am lonely wanna meet??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mr B: I am lonely wanna meet??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(I close chat box)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all conversation that lasted longer eventually leads to this question:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mr C: How many boyfriends have you had in the past??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kikilala: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mr C: Does that mean you have never been intimate/have sex with a man before??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kikilala: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mr C: Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(silence for some time before conversation continues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I know some friends who had successfully met their other half on online sites. But it seems it is not really as I expected here. Maybe its because of my straightforward character. I can't really act sweet or naive or sugar coat anything. I rather be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I told my ex colleague about this, she told me that one of her friends is actually on another dating site and they are organising a &lt;a href="http://www.lovebyte.org.sg/web/wha_p_main.asp"&gt;networking nite&lt;/a&gt;. She is too shy to go alone so she ask me if I am interested. I guess I will go just to meet more people. Broaden my social circle and skills. My sis in law has also taken the initiative to register us for her company's Family Day at Downtown East this saturday. Her words of advise - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lots of men from my company. Some doctors. Wear a bikini&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA!! I guess everyone is more anxious to find me a boyfriend than I am for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE: &lt;/span&gt;While writing this blog, a guy msged me as I was online checking out my emails. Conversation went on about what pets we have, what we do, etc. Den when it is about to end (it is 2pm coz I came home super late), he said:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mr D: I am going off, it was nice talking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kikilala: It was nice talking to you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mr D: Really?? How nice??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kikilala: ... (    this    ) nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mr D: Means how nice??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kikilala: (    this    ) nice lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mr D: You are crappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kikilala: Yeah true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mr D: Well nice talking to you bye.&lt;br /&gt;Kikilala: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(I close chat box)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon. How nice?? How to answer such a question?? As nice as finding the pot of gold under the rainbow?? As nice as getting the last piece of pie?? How nice?? People asking this kinda question just beg to be kicked in the ass. Its like girls asking their partners 'dear do you think I am fat'. There is no correct answer. This kinda questions does not have an answer at all. It should be classified under FBI's Top Secret and buried forever!! Sigh. And getting a guy telling me I am crappy?? I thot I will feel bad but actually I dun feel anything at all coz I dun give a damn what he thinks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-5173016547608868055?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/5173016547608868055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=5173016547608868055&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/5173016547608868055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/5173016547608868055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/singaporelovelinkscom.html' title='SingaporeLoveLinks.com'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-8437274537255237087</id><published>2009-03-15T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:23:40.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Lego and the Papaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="389" height="323" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a314dd16af5e64b1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da314dd16af5e64b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330094615%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54827132D351022738D31AEDD4B681D2E902A077.1B24ACC8DA78434CB127F2F4829B21B8E7FFA867%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da314dd16af5e64b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOgFcpgT-E41pAEipxPagRI6anX8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="389" height="323" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da314dd16af5e64b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330094615%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54827132D351022738D31AEDD4B681D2E902A077.1B24ACC8DA78434CB127F2F4829B21B8E7FFA867%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da314dd16af5e64b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOgFcpgT-E41pAEipxPagRI6anX8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Lego's hunt for the papaya tablet every night. I am putting it on my lap so he will trust me more. My Baobei used to love papaya tablet too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-8437274537255237087?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a314dd16af5e64b1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/8437274537255237087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=8437274537255237087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8437274537255237087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8437274537255237087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/lego-and-papaya.html' title='Lego and the Papaya'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-1469454695200741360</id><published>2009-03-12T21:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:32:47.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Food made with love... and blood...</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I went with my sis in law to the gynae. There is a weighing scale at the clinic but after we all took turns weighing ourselves, we all got a shock (actually denial is more the word to use). Because we found out that the weighing scale at home is not accurate and we all have to add 2kg to get our supposed weight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG!!! 2kg!! NO!!! 2kg!! *faintz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbkTABCC_8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/y1C-TieLCe0/s1600-h/marthacaesar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbkTABCC_8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/y1C-TieLCe0/s400/marthacaesar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312298126458159042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So it is diet time for me again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Caesar Salad for lunch one day and in my haste (coz I am late for work as usual) i accidentally cut my finger. It was very sudden and sharp. Blood flowed of course but luckily it was not painful. I used this new type of plaster from Watsons called Hydrocolloid plaster which is like a piece of rubber. It sticks on really tightly and was suppose to stay 7 days. You can see that after pasting you cannot even see the wound. I took the plaster out on the next day and it was so super sticky that I tore the wound again... *itchy backside* Lucky not pain again. *phew*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbkTADQOyFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2UYY5U3vjz4/s1600-h/caesarday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbkTADQOyFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/2UYY5U3vjz4/s400/caesarday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312298127054522450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;As usual I forgot to take photos of the actual food so I stole this pic from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/caesar-salad?autonomy_kw=ceaser%20salad&amp;amp;rsc=image_1"&gt;Martha Stewart's site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. Mine is not as nice as hers (of course who can beat Martha right??). Mine is the usual anything goes unorthodox variety where I added hard boiled egg and crabstick.&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/460936863791179588-1469454695200741360?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/1469454695200741360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=1469454695200741360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/1469454695200741360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/1469454695200741360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-made-with-love-and-blood.html' title='Food made with love... and blood...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbkTABCC_8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/y1C-TieLCe0/s72-c/marthacaesar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-8936545882558807102</id><published>2009-03-12T00:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:23:29.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product'/><title type='text'>Talika Eyelash Serum – An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sbfs0mQdyBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_C7XPFx7f-E/s1600-h/TalikeEye+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 490px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sbfs0mQdyBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_C7XPFx7f-E/s400/TalikeEye+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311974673873750034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its time to give an update of the Talike Eyelash Serum. After 2 weeks of application religiously, I did see a slight growth in my eyelashes. However as usual I began to lag behind and became lazy so I did not use it everyday on my third week. Hence I feel that there was not much difference except I can see that the tip of most of the lashes has really fine growth. It is the growth?? Will it thicken?? Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I cannot seem to get the same angle shot from below as I am taking the photos by self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-8936545882558807102?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/8936545882558807102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=8936545882558807102&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8936545882558807102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8936545882558807102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/talika-eyelash-serum-update.html' title='Talika Eyelash Serum – An Update'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sbfs0mQdyBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_C7XPFx7f-E/s72-c/TalikeEye+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-7042855570590487970</id><published>2009-03-09T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:33:46.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>There goes the music...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbU4qdVSGnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/x1Fj3fyGN9U/s1600-h/earphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbU4qdVSGnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/x1Fj3fyGN9U/s400/earphone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311213637632924274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main problems about having rabbits is you have to pay 100% attention when you let them out to play. They have a habit of chewing through any wires, furniture and newspaper they can get their teeth on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very thing happened to me yesterday when I let Lego out. He ran towards my computer which I was using on the floor, I blink my eye and snap! he bit through my earphone. No more music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Didi ar didi... why must you bite through my one and only earphone?? Sigh... Time to get another one. Earphone that is...&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/460936863791179588-7042855570590487970?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/7042855570590487970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=7042855570590487970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7042855570590487970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7042855570590487970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-goes-music.html' title='There goes the music...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbU4qdVSGnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/x1Fj3fyGN9U/s72-c/earphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-7203761251816426146</id><published>2009-03-06T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:34:31.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Bonding Day Nth</title><content type='html'>This is the nth day of the bonding process. The bunnies are still fighting. My princess being the more jittery of the two. However she voluntarily lie beside the grill of Lego's enclosure. She can tolerate that as long as Lego does not come closer to her. She can come closer but not he. Sigh. Can I say girls are more troublesome even for rabbits??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is definitely potential at happiness for the two. I just need to give them more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbDXKc3CyOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SB_azakf254/s1600-h/facing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbDXKc3CyOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SB_azakf254/s400/facing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309980535215540450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Girl girl mommy loves you very much. Please dun pee pee on me anymore. I am yours ok... Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-7203761251816426146?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/7203761251816426146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=7203761251816426146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7203761251816426146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7203761251816426146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/bonding-day-nth.html' title='Bonding Day Nth'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SbDXKc3CyOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SB_azakf254/s72-c/facing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-2390681010326542215</id><published>2009-03-05T11:41:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:35:11.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Public Enemies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sa9KSTTpjYI/AAAAAAAAANo/K6jCkJrtVAs/s1600-h/Public+Enemies+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sa9KSTTpjYI/AAAAAAAAANo/K6jCkJrtVAs/s400/Public+Enemies+Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309544163973893506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_Enemies_%282009_film%29"&gt;Public Enemies&lt;/a&gt; is coming to a cinema near you in 2009. Based on a true story and staring Johnny Depp who plays the baddie and Christian Bale, the FBI agent trying to catch him. Who will win the game?? Johnny or Christian?? Hhmn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although based on an era that does not interest me with fashion that does nothing for me... But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My forever Hollywood crush and my current crush in a movie!! It cannot come sooner to a cinema near me. Yes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sa9KS2gT-jI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MetrANOG2Qw/s1600-h/publicenemies-mv-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sa9KS2gT-jI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MetrANOG2Qw/s400/publicenemies-mv-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309544173422246450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sa9NOnus3bI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2AWcw3AT1j8/s1600-h/christianbale-publicenemies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sa9NOnus3bI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2AWcw3AT1j8/s400/christianbale-publicenemies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309547399271472562" 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/460936863791179588-2390681010326542215?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/2390681010326542215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=2390681010326542215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2390681010326542215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2390681010326542215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/public-enemies.html' title='Public Enemies'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sa9KSTTpjYI/AAAAAAAAANo/K6jCkJrtVAs/s72-c/Public+Enemies+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-171962970711445788</id><published>2009-03-05T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:10:01.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><title type='text'>Poopy-Time Fun Shapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sa6qX2ofG7I/AAAAAAAAANg/C7eFfl-a0CM/s1600-h/pooshapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 425px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sa6qX2ofG7I/AAAAAAAAANg/C7eFfl-a0CM/s400/pooshapes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309368337495432114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the days when nothing much is happening or you are completely uninspired, blogging can be tedious business. However a quick search on the net will usually yield a thing or two that is worth mentioning and for the world to think WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting the &lt;a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/ries/poopy-time-fun-shapes-6y"&gt;Poopy-Time Fun Shapes&lt;/a&gt; for kids. You insert the smooth end up your kid's a****** and he/she poos out stars or hearts. Wow!! So glamorous!! But... What if the poo is watery?? How hard must he/she squeeze to get the poo into shape?? How to clean it after use??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is of course a joke (I hope!). Another quick search will tell you that there is no info on where to buy this (if ever you are thinking of getting it, I won't judge). Creative nutjob. Makes life interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-171962970711445788?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/171962970711445788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=171962970711445788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/171962970711445788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/171962970711445788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/poopy-time-fun-shapes.html' title='Poopy-Time Fun Shapes'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sa6qX2ofG7I/AAAAAAAAANg/C7eFfl-a0CM/s72-c/pooshapes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-5005543375335417860</id><published>2009-03-03T23:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:36:56.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><title type='text'>Lug a Tag</title><content type='html'>Every year I wreck my brain thinking what to get for friends for their birthday. For me, usually I share presents as it is an easier way out and my friends would have thought of what to buy. They would ask if I wanted to share. I say yes and that's all. Sometimes I go along to get the gift together sometimes it is already bought but in all it is not a harrowing experience. For me, there is nothing worse than getting the wrong gift or buying a useless thing that the receiver has absolutely no use for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I decided to get my lazy butt off the couch and come up with something that my friends could use and is special to each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weighing all my choices, I narrowed down to the fact that all my friends loves to travel and decided to sew each of them a personalized luggage tag. This is the prototype that is going to Becky. I have blanked out part of her address coz I don't think she'd want the whole world (actually only people reading this) to know where she lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sa3ft1aOP-I/AAAAAAAAANY/EUaCSRF7eyE/s1600-h/BecTag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 435px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sa3ft1aOP-I/AAAAAAAAANY/EUaCSRF7eyE/s400/BecTag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309145514263855074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To all my friends whom I have asked for addresses, you know now what you will be getting from me for your birthday. Hope it is not an anti climax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-5005543375335417860?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/5005543375335417860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=5005543375335417860&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/5005543375335417860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/5005543375335417860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/lug-tag.html' title='Lug a Tag'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/Sa3ft1aOP-I/AAAAAAAAANY/EUaCSRF7eyE/s72-c/BecTag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-4394565364081719044</id><published>2009-03-03T22:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:38:14.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Bookworm</title><content type='html'>People who knows me well will know that I am actually a bookworm. I remember when we were young, my parents used to dump my brothers and me at the library while they go about running errands. At first it was boring and we did not really do anything there but in the end we decided what the heck and began exploring. And thus began our love affair with books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its due to the fact that I grew up with brothers, I tend to favour storybooks for boys more. My favourite being &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hardy_Boys"&gt;The Hardy Boys&lt;/a&gt;. I remember having bought a few too but my father gave it away when I was in Melbourne!! I was quite angry when I found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years passed and I began reading other books. Stephen King, Anne Rice, Amy Tan and assorted witchcraft and paranormal stuff. Den I got into recipe books, craft and comics. Den one day all of a sudden, I see a Hardy Boys book at the book shop. Bought it and wham! the old feeling comes back and I am hooked again. Too bad they only have the early teen version at the shops. The story when Frank and Joe are solving crimes with their chum Chet. It was written at a time when there is no internet or mobile phones and they seem quite ok when we were young. Now its still good in a wholesome kinda way but we much prefer the updated version called Casefiles where people die and there are internet and terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEO4tYRO0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/p8qkzC1A3pM/s1600-h/HardyBoys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEO4tYRO0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/p8qkzC1A3pM/s400/HardyBoys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305538203436006210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day while aimlessly walking about (Hey!! I am single I do that often), I chanced upon a second hand bookshop that sells a lot of Hardy Boys and I dug for hours trying to lay my hands on all of them. They are not expensive. About $2 - $3.50 per book. So I bought a lot of it. My brother was so happy when he saw it and has been reading it with me ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just 30%-40% of what I bought. The single one that I want the most is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0671743910?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=wwwbigbadbunn-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0671743910"&gt;Brother Against Brother (The Hardy Boys Casefiles #11)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=wwwbigbadbunn-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0671743910" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt; which I have not been able to find. I want it!!!!!!! I want!! I want!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEWKPKKnjI/AAAAAAAAANA/oVH8h7r--Hw/s1600-h/31M43ILsEuL._SL160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEWKPKKnjI/AAAAAAAAANA/oVH8h7r--Hw/s400/31M43ILsEuL._SL160_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305546201142828594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also a recent read for me is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/033048477X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=wwwbigbadbunn-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;%20%20creativeASIN=033048477X"&gt;American Psycho &lt;/a&gt;by Bret Easton Ellis. Due to the fact that my crush of the moment is Christian Bale. I have seen this movie before but I thought I should read the book as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got Cher to get the movie for me from HK. Thanks Cher for lugging it back for me!! Domo Arigato!!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/460936863791179588-4394565364081719044?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/4394565364081719044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=4394565364081719044&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4394565364081719044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4394565364081719044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/02/bookworm.html' title='Bookworm'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEO4tYRO0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/p8qkzC1A3pM/s72-c/HardyBoys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-2231056311719383216</id><published>2009-03-03T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:53:20.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Dancefusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEOn0pzfHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eZuO31c8oT0/s1600-h/CherDance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 455px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEOn0pzfHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eZuO31c8oT0/s400/CherDance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305537913330826354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linda and me met up and went for Cher's dance school's open house. There was a few dance workshops and some food and no I did not participate in any of the workshops. The sight of a piece of wood trying to move to the music would be too much for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the workshop, Cher and her group performed a dance routine for everyone and boy was she good!! Keep up the good work!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-2231056311719383216?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/2231056311719383216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=2231056311719383216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2231056311719383216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2231056311719383216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancefusion.html' title='Dancefusion'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEOn0pzfHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eZuO31c8oT0/s72-c/CherDance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-8168055809708671653</id><published>2009-02-24T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:26:17.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Morty and her Pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEPI9OpL-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FrnY0zKGYyQ/s1600-h/mortyLie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEPI9OpL-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FrnY0zKGYyQ/s400/mortyLie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305538482568507362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girl and her little pillow. My sis in law gave them this pillow. She dun usually sleep like that but it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I missed my baobei so much I cried uncontrollably, that night she peed on me. I think she's telling that she is still there for me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that she began peeing on me more esp after I play with Lego coz I think she is jealous of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like they are beginning to bond. Sometimes my girl wants to lie by him and vice versa. But after a few seconds they fight. So crossing fingers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-8168055809708671653?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/8168055809708671653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=8168055809708671653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8168055809708671653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8168055809708671653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/02/morty-and-her-pillow.html' title='Morty and her Pillow'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEPI9OpL-I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FrnY0zKGYyQ/s72-c/mortyLie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-2729137250971159699</id><published>2009-02-22T16:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:40:39.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Backlog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaELP_3ZwqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/70mpPhi0_mg/s1600-h/JoelCNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 520px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaELP_3ZwqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/70mpPhi0_mg/s400/JoelCNY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305534205488906914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a photo of my friend Jo and El's baby boy Joel that was taken during Chinese New Year this year. Every year the whole Nafa bunch will go to Sebas' house to celebrate - meaning gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel is really cute and its quite funny because Joel will get very excited when he sees things that is round (eg balls and cars with wheels) that he can roll around. In this photo, Joel was playing with a few oranges that, Jess, her hubby Ryan and me were rolling around. Cuteness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch more of Joel's cuteness. Click &lt;a href="http://blabberingjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-2729137250971159699?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/2729137250971159699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=2729137250971159699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2729137250971159699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2729137250971159699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-year-2009.html' title='Chinese New Year 2009'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaELP_3ZwqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/70mpPhi0_mg/s72-c/JoelCNY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-7930538626168564041</id><published>2009-02-22T16:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:07:11.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Vietnamese Coffee and Drip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEKRJfMc_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/AO3fUmnqAcE/s1600-h/CoffeeDrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEKRJfMc_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/AO3fUmnqAcE/s400/CoffeeDrip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305533125739967474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knowing that I am a coffee freak (2-3 cups per day), my friend Linda bought me some coffee and a coffee drip from Vietnam. The coffee is really good!! It is quite strong but does not have the sour taste so it is very smooth and gentle on the stomach. The drip is so practical and easy to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Linda!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-7930538626168564041?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/7930538626168564041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=7930538626168564041&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7930538626168564041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7930538626168564041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/02/vietnamese-coffee-and-drip.html' title='Vietnamese Coffee and Drip'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEKRJfMc_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/AO3fUmnqAcE/s72-c/CoffeeDrip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-4015695078822741447</id><published>2009-02-22T16:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:52:32.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product'/><title type='text'>Talika Eyelash Serum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEJVHF2kkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ewWmr3UyWbc/s1600-h/Talika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEJVHF2kkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ewWmr3UyWbc/s400/Talika.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305532094304653890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Becky's sister Phoebe introduced an eyelash serum (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0012HMSC8?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=wwwbigbadbunn-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B0012HMSC8"&gt;Talika Lipocils - Eyelash Conditioner Gel&lt;/a&gt;)  that is suppose to make the eyelashes grow thicker and longer. She is a beauty maestro and likes to try new products and she gives this product the thumbs up. Naturally I believe her and has been trying it out for 2 weeks now (suppose to see results in 28 days). I am supposed to apply it twice a day but I missed a few times. At the moment I can see that some of the eyelashes on my right eye is indeed getting a little longer!! The lower lashes also seem a little darker. I will keep using to see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos coming up soon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEJVJwgqdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-z3LR-BKyCo/s1600-h/TalikeEye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 454px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEJVJwgqdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-z3LR-BKyCo/s400/TalikeEye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305532095020444114" 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/460936863791179588-4015695078822741447?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/4015695078822741447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=4015695078822741447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4015695078822741447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4015695078822741447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/02/talika-eyelash-serum.html' title='Talika Eyelash Serum'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaEJVHF2kkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ewWmr3UyWbc/s72-c/Talika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-2024885469494325120</id><published>2009-02-21T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:42:26.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product'/><title type='text'>I can't be the only one who didn't know this!</title><content type='html'>Today I received a forwarded mail titled 'I can't be the only one who didn't know this!'. It's aimed at all the people who gets frustrated when they are using cling wrap and aluminum foil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us gets frustrated when we try to pull the foil/wrap out only to find the whole roll falling out of the box. Den we have to put the roll back into the box and grab the box tighter so that when we pull again the roll will stay inside??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have we tried to tear the foil/wrap and the front part is ok but towards the back it gets longer and longer because the the roll keeps releasing the foil/wrap??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading and thinking to yourself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me!! Me!! Me!!&lt;/span&gt; Then this photo is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaDzob9XXbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yfXo9sTtiBg/s1600-h/foil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaDzob9XXbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yfXo9sTtiBg/s400/foil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305508237067902386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small tab on the side of the foil/wrap and if you just push it, it will automatically lock the roll into place. After seeing this pic, my colleagues and I checked the foil in our pantry and true enough it is there!! Naturally we push the tab in to try it and it works!! And its been there like forever and all of us had never noticed it!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;All together now... I can't be the only one who didn't know this! Please tell me you didn't know this too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaDzobN3ouI/AAAAAAAAAMA/R8qYFBVEfJs/s1600-h/foilhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaDzobN3ouI/AAAAAAAAAMA/R8qYFBVEfJs/s400/foilhome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305508236868690658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Not all of the brands have it though. A quick check at home shows that Glad Baking Paper does not have the tab. I wonder if their other products have it...&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/460936863791179588-2024885469494325120?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/2024885469494325120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=2024885469494325120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2024885469494325120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2024885469494325120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-be-only-one-who-didnt-know-this.html' title='I can&apos;t be the only one who didn&apos;t know this!'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SaDzob9XXbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yfXo9sTtiBg/s72-c/foil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-3442447861042252042</id><published>2009-02-20T12:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:43:48.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Legolas the Elf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SZ4x7HCuQZI/AAAAAAAAALo/zIYKJXv0DYo/s1600-h/Lego_Orlando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 497px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SZ4x7HCuQZI/AAAAAAAAALo/zIYKJXv0DYo/s400/Lego_Orlando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304732302661534098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing for the first time ever... Legolas!! My new bunny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you say?? He looks just like Abraham?? Wahaha!! That's because he is Abraham!! I have decided to adopt him despite the fact that my Girl still hates him although I am sure she appreciates having him there (on the other side of the grill). I have renamed him Legolas which is a character in the Lords of the Rings trilogy because I thought that he looks very alert and his ears are standing up just like an elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not tried bonding them again due to my Girls bout with GI stasis. But the other night while Abraham is out to play, I was playing with Morticia and she slipped out of her cage. She ran up to Lego and smelled him. And he smelled her back. So everything was ok and I thought 'Are they finally gonna bond??'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to my question is negative and before I can blink my eye or shout 'Yay!' they were at each other's throat and fur was flying about!! I quickly separated them and had to monitor my Girl to see if she will get Stasis again. Lucky she is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SZ4x7D5EskI/AAAAAAAAALw/03UbNxs3H44/s1600-h/Legohurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SZ4x7D5EskI/AAAAAAAAALw/03UbNxs3H44/s400/Legohurt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304732301815755330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A week later I was stroking Lego and i found a hard lump on his side. Further inspection shows 2 bite marks scabs which is caused by Morty's teeth. And I didn't notice!! I was too busy fussing over Morty I did not see that he was bleeding!! Aiz... I feel so bad that he got injured yet did not show it. He is really a good boy. My girl... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sorry Didi, mommy will fuss over you more ok??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-3442447861042252042?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/3442447861042252042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=3442447861042252042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/3442447861042252042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/3442447861042252042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/02/introducing-for-first-time-ever.html' title='Legolas the Elf'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SZ4x7HCuQZI/AAAAAAAAALo/zIYKJXv0DYo/s72-c/Lego_Orlando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-7963801063187277243</id><published>2009-02-19T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:15:51.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Gut Stasis Again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Backlog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally its time to blog about the illness that every rabbit owner dread. GI Stasis or Gut Stasis (&lt;a href="http://www.bio.miami.edu/hare/ileus.html"&gt;read it here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit's stomach is very delicate and they constantly have to have food in their stomach to keep it moving. This is why rabbits are constantly eating and pooping. They also cannot vomit so are unable to get rid of the fur that they are constantly ingesting due to grooming. When rabbits have Gut Stasis, their stomach system shuts down and food and fur is unable to be passed out of their body causing a massive jam and will lead to death sometimes in a matter of hours. That was also one of the cause of my Baobei's death (of course he had other illnesses which lead to the Stasis - doc suspect liver cancer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally I was extra careful now with my 2 current bunnies. In January, while trying to bond them, they had a massive fight so I quickly separated them. The next day, I realise that my Girl has lost her appetite and I could hear loud noises coming from her stomach area (gas which is very painful). As it is already night time, I almost did not sleep the whole night with her and in the morning, I called the vet (my regular vet and not the one who saw my Baobei) and brought her there. Their schedule was full but I insisted that she needs to see my Girl and I will wait there until she can see me. The doc confirms that she has gas and prescribed painkillers and drugs to get her stomach moving again. Plus Critical Care which is emergency feed for bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home and I tried to feed her the critical care but it was so disgusting!! The smell made me lose my appetite as well. No wonder my Girl refuse to eat it and struggled while I try to force feed her with a syringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens for a few days with me not sleeping most nights giving her critical care, water and also massaging her stomach. As she hates the Critical Care, I bought her organic baby food and also baby juice. She preferred the juice but there was not much improvement (no appetite and no poo) and I was getting really worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4TGhMs7nI/AAAAAAAAALI/F8MghC2lQyE/s1600-h/smellypoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4TGhMs7nI/AAAAAAAAALI/F8MghC2lQyE/s400/smellypoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291187614918700658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the 3rd or 4th day, finally she pooped out this small mess. It was a really smelly poo. Den after that it was small poo and finally she was ok!! My Girl made it through the stasis!! I am lucky coz a lot of bunnies do not. Now I am quite paranoid and will listen to her stomach two or three times a day before I go to work and when I come back home. Crazy mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect that it is because of the fight and she became stress so it caused her the Stasis so I am not bonding her with my boy now. Their enclosure remains the same but I am not letting them out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thanks Dr Chan from Namly Clinic for taking time to see her and most of all Adeline from HRSS for the advise on how to take care of Morticia. Many many thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-7963801063187277243?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/7963801063187277243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=7963801063187277243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7963801063187277243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7963801063187277243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/02/gut-stasis-again.html' title='Gut Stasis Again!!'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4TGhMs7nI/AAAAAAAAALI/F8MghC2lQyE/s72-c/smellypoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-2685361495434353801</id><published>2009-02-18T17:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:20:24.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>The most creative man on earth...</title><content type='html'>At first there were great artist, scientist, entrepreneurs. And then there is him... Mr Fan, a businessman from Shanghai who designed a beauty contest to decide which one of his five mistresses he is gonna bump off and which one he wants to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all he keeps it a secret and all 5 clueless girls thought that they were in a modeling class. Ouch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Mr Smart did not expect that there was someone smarter (or should I say more cruel) than him when his cruel plans went tragically wrong and the first girl he dumped decided to end his dilemma by driving everyone off a cliff. Too bad she only ended up killing herself. Exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20090217/tap-finance-economy-china-mistress-accid-8d4ea94.html"&gt;read it here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-2685361495434353801?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/2685361495434353801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=2685361495434353801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2685361495434353801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2685361495434353801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-creative-man-on-earth.html' title='The most creative man on earth...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-553396813557092680</id><published>2009-02-16T22:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:36:49.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>OMG!! A kid having a kid!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SZmBZsTFAHI/AAAAAAAAALg/8a9Ey758msQ/s1600-h/wtffamily1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 436px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SZmBZsTFAHI/AAAAAAAAALg/8a9Ey758msQ/s400/wtffamily1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303412314593362034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby that this little boy who is holding is not his brother/sister but his child!! He is only 13 and the girl beside him is his girlfriend age 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story has been making its round on the internet for a few days (&lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece"&gt;read it here&lt;/a&gt;) and all I can say is... WTF!! His parents should have just stepped in and put a stop to this bullshit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meaning not let the baby be born&lt;/span&gt;. C'mon!! Boy don't even know what the word financially means. How is he going to take care of his daughter?? This is how a screwed up life begins... Sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-553396813557092680?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/553396813557092680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=553396813557092680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/553396813557092680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/553396813557092680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-kid-having-kid.html' title='OMG!! A kid having a kid!!'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SZmBZsTFAHI/AAAAAAAAALg/8a9Ey758msQ/s72-c/wtffamily1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-667671980566018933</id><published>2009-01-15T00:24:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:49:15.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Xmas 2008 - Company Buffet Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Backlog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Christmas, the boss at the company I am currently working in will treated employees to a nice meal. For 2008, it is a lunch buffet at Sheraton Hotel. It cost S$55++ per person but the food was not really as good as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buffet consist of the usual salad and cold dishes, bread and soup, sashimi, pasta, roasted meats, hot dishes like rice etc and last but not least desserts. We went with the traditional cold dishes and appetizers and slowly worked our way to dessert. The salad and stuff was good but the sashimi gave us quite a work out. Each time we went for sashimi, the chef would give us 3 pics of each type of fish we wanted. So we had to go back again and again if we wanted more. After the second time, I gave up as I became bored with making the journey to and from my chair to the sashimi counter (yes... yes... I am lazy...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the soup which was ok, I went for the roasted meats (I skipped the chicken and went for the lamb) next but I was fooled by it looks as the meat was not tender and was quite hard to chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4R245iNgI/AAAAAAAAALA/G6ZsWWYCUM0/s1600-h/xmas+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4R245iNgI/AAAAAAAAALA/G6ZsWWYCUM0/s400/xmas+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291186246891222530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Den it was assorted hot dishes, some rice, vege etc and finally to my favourite which is dessert to finish it all. All the desserts I tried was nice except for something that I thot was a fruit cake. It was horrible. It was very dry had an industrial chemical taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I forgot to take photos... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My boss brought along her daughter Anastasia who is a doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-667671980566018933?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/667671980566018933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=667671980566018933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/667671980566018933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/667671980566018933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/01/xmas-2008-company-buffet-lunch.html' title='Xmas 2008 - Company Buffet Lunch'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4R245iNgI/AAAAAAAAALA/G6ZsWWYCUM0/s72-c/xmas+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-8144659314451792419</id><published>2009-01-15T00:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:50:45.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Mentaiko Pasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Backlog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once upon a time, somewhere I can't remember, I tried Mentaiko Pasta for the first time. It's a classic Japanese take on Italian food. Mentaiko meaning Spicy Cod Roe (they are actually raw fish eggs). At first I thought it sounded gross but I was a sucker for anything in a cream sauce so I had to try it, after trying... I WAS IN LOVE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had Mentaiko Pasta craving that night, I decided learn to cook some myself. I managed to get mentaiko at Meidi-ya at Liang courts so that I can cook it at home myself. This dish would probably cost about S$15.00 and above outside but I got the mentaiko at Meidi-ya for S$10.80. There are 2 mentaiko sacs in the box so I can have this twice. Also I bought japanese mayonnaise. After trying all the brands, I find that the Kewpie brand is the best. It can also be used to make California sushi as well as go with other japanese dishes. You can use regular mayonnaise if you want to but I think it is best when cooking to find more authentic ingredients. So jap ingredients for jap food and so on and so forth. In all this dish probably cost me maybe S$8 -S$9 and it was so easy to make!! Only took me about 20 mins to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4RihI7cCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SRuUZ0cQYrQ/s1600-h/mentaiko+pasta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4RihI7cCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SRuUZ0cQYrQ/s400/mentaiko+pasta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291185896915955746" 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;This is my version of called the Lazy Agak Agak Anything Goes Mentaiko Pasta (I threw in some bacon too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mentaiko Pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;Pasta of your choice&lt;br /&gt;Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00023T3IA?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=wwwbigbadbunn-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B00023T3IA"&gt;Kewpie Mayonnaise 17.64 Oz.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=wwwbigbadbunn-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B00023T3IA" alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentaiko&lt;br /&gt;Parmesan Cheese (optional)&lt;br /&gt;Salt and Pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook pasta till al dente preferably in water flavoured with sea salt since the ingredients is seafood too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drain the pasta and pour in some cream or milk and cook it a bit until it thickens slightly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add in some salt or pepper to taste.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pour the pasta on a plate, squeeze in mayonnaise to taste.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut the Mentaiko sac and scrape the roe onto the pasta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add Cheese if using.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix and enjoy...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-8144659314451792419?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/8144659314451792419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=8144659314451792419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8144659314451792419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8144659314451792419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/01/mentaiko-pasta.html' title='Mentaiko Pasta'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4RihI7cCI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SRuUZ0cQYrQ/s72-c/mentaiko+pasta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-6556957675457145098</id><published>2009-01-15T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:51:18.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Black &amp; White Collection 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4QhEpcSEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pDjFyLW7wvI/s1600-h/bNw+collection+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4QhEpcSEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pDjFyLW7wvI/s400/bNw+collection+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291184772576200770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;One of the things in my black and white bunny collection. More to come... Actually there are more bunny stuff out there but I choose to get Black and White to compliment my two babies.&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/460936863791179588-6556957675457145098?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/6556957675457145098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=6556957675457145098&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6556957675457145098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6556957675457145098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/01/black-white-collection-1.html' title='Black &amp; White Collection 1'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4QhEpcSEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pDjFyLW7wvI/s72-c/bNw+collection+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-6961688713374751957</id><published>2009-01-15T00:16:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:20:54.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>The Pee Pee Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Backlog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bout of having my girl sleep beside me every night, there had been no pee pee incidents - accidental or intentional - until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4QG2oC5nI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wpypE56PUx0/s1600-h/peepee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4QG2oC5nI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wpypE56PUx0/s400/peepee2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291184322135647858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This happened a few days after I got Abraham. She must be very jealous of him and she's doing this to 'claim' me again. Sigh... Meimei... Mummy still love you more than Didi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bias... Bias... Bias... Yes I admit it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite angry at first for this but after looking at her I was like... Forget it... She's my honey bunny (I call her that coz she looks like a honey bear when she is standing). She's just letting me know how she feels. HAHA!! Excuses!! I bet I will be those mom who pamper her kids, as if I am gonna have any, and let them do whatever they want even if it irritates the hell out of the rest of the world. Oh no!! Please dun make me such a mom... Aiz... Forget it, its ok even if I will be such a mom... Wahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Strangely after this incident she did not do it again and she also did not want to play with me so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Also I am a little sad coz my girl is no longer sleeping beside me at night. It stopped the night I got Abraham. Maybe she thinks I dun love her anymore so I am being very bias now. Sayang her more than Abraham when I am home. I am a bad mom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But sigh... I think its too late and I lost my girl again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4QGdNeguI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VuQa2FlDbCI/s1600-h/petbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4QGdNeguI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VuQa2FlDbCI/s400/petbed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291184315313324770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I bought this dog bed for my girl very cheaply from Pets Station at Jurong Point. Only $8. Its of cheap quality and its only for fun to see if she would sleep on it beside me as the floor is quite cold at night. She promptly peed on it and shredded it. I guess I got my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meimei... Why you so naughty?? Sigh... Want mummy to puke blood is it?? Aiyah... Forget it lar... Get you a new one when you are done with this.&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/460936863791179588-6961688713374751957?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/6961688713374751957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=6961688713374751957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6961688713374751957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6961688713374751957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/01/pee-pee-strikes-again.html' title='The Pee Pee Strikes Again'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4QG2oC5nI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wpypE56PUx0/s72-c/peepee2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-7860821839207483017</id><published>2009-01-15T00:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:35:08.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Bonding Day 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4Ps1wElMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/USuZovIDAEA/s1600-h/bonding+day+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 469px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4Ps1wElMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/USuZovIDAEA/s400/bonding+day+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291183875224278210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Backlog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what's up with my girl and Abraham. After a few weeks together, they are still not getting along. At times they seems like they are getting along but at the wink of the eye they would be at each others throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that my girl is not ready to accept a new partner yet. She tolerates Abraham being there and can even lie beside him  but will run away when he tries to sniff her butt (dun laugh that's what rabbits do to get acquainted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there is still the problem of sharing food. Abraham still growls when people try to get close to his food at chow time. So I guess I will wait a bit longer to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyhow I think most prob I will keep Abraham even though they dun seem to click yet. Getting a little attached now. My sis in law loves him too. HAHA!!&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/460936863791179588-7860821839207483017?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/7860821839207483017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=7860821839207483017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7860821839207483017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7860821839207483017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2009/01/bonding-day-18.html' title='Bonding Day 18'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SW4Ps1wElMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/USuZovIDAEA/s72-c/bonding+day+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-675434724561331844</id><published>2008-12-30T15:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:54:24.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Bonding Day 4</title><content type='html'>Today is the 4th day of the bunnies bonding. Yesterday night there was the usual scratching and biting through the cage. But I think it is improving. Each time they eye each other, they will fight. But after a few scratches, one or the other kinda got bored and will walk away. I found that Abraham dares to lie at the side or Morty's cage but Morty usually lie with her butt towards him I hope it means they are accepting each other. I will wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVnSxYk7i9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/yj0pvT1tems/s1600-h/bonding+day+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 494px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVnSxYk7i9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/yj0pvT1tems/s400/bonding+day+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285487383548758994" 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;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="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken this morning before work and after some scratching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Morty was very very manja. Sleeping with me all the way. So sweet. :op I think she knows now that I love her all along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-675434724561331844?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/675434724561331844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=675434724561331844&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/675434724561331844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/675434724561331844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/12/bonding-day-4.html' title='Bonding Day 4'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVnSxYk7i9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/yj0pvT1tems/s72-c/bonding+day+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-2388719857481659952</id><published>2008-12-29T21:28:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:59:37.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>The Bond(ing) Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVjaB_ebU_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7nbS-HD1A2E/s1600-h/legolas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVjaB_ebU_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7nbS-HD1A2E/s200/legolas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285213890473055218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the 3rd day since I brought the adopted bunny Abraham home and it has been a disaster!! The bunnies are fighting like mad and my girl is not happy at all with the new arrangement. :o(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on Saturday. I brought my princess to the fosterer Jawskie's place to 'matchmake' my girl to 3 of his adoptables. Jawskie had posted an &lt;a href="http://www.hrss.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4383"&gt;unmoderated adoption notice&lt;/a&gt; on HRSS's forum and I contacted him to see if we can arrange a meet-up for our bunnies. He had rescued them from an abandoned eco-centre where they had been living in very very horrible circumstances. We made an appointment and agreed that if it does not work out, I can bring the bunny back to Jawskie's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we put Morty with Toby for about 5 minutes. Everything was ok until the end when there was some foot thumping. Den we put Abraham with her. Everything seems fine. At last we put the final bunny Samson with her. There was also some foot thumping so in the end we felt that Abraham is the most promising. So we brought them home together. During the car ride, all was well but that was when all the happy times ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after they got home, they started fighting. Morty was super pissed about Abraham and started attacking him. Abraham attacked her back and all hell broke loose!! I separated them into 2 enclosures. Morty in her cage with Stewy doll and Abraham in an enclosure beside her. They started attacking each other through the grill and will stop if I scolded them. If Abraham walked pass her cage door she would rush over and try to attack him and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVjZzb9kWKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XpyECN4VFZ8/s1600-h/Bonding+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVjZzb9kWKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XpyECN4VFZ8/s400/Bonding+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285213640421824674" 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;br /&gt;Once I climbed over into the enclosure and sayang Morty. Den I went to sayang Abraham but forgot to shut her door. She sneaked over through a small hole and attacked him biting a huge chunk of hair off his back!! That was when I decided to half Abraham's enclosure so that he will not pass her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that starts the non-stop attacking through the grill and at night too. I had a sleepless night. On Sunday I was thinking if I had made the wrong choice as I find that Abraham is very jittery and there are war scars on him. When he is eating and I try to pat him, he will growl so I assume that food must be scarce where he was stranded at before. I proceeded to feed them and they started to fight through the grill again very very violently. I tried to stop them by scolding but no&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVjapXssRII/AAAAAAAAAKE/FHy8UIxsou0/s1600-h/handbleed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVjapXssRII/AAAAAAAAAKE/FHy8UIxsou0/s200/handbleed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285214566990234754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; use. I put my hand in to stop them and WHAM!! My girl bit me by mistake. I let out a yelp and she stop halfway and stared at me. I scolded her and said 'Meimei!! You bit mummy's hands!! I'm bleeding now and it hurts!!' She look a bit embarrassed and quickly went to sit in a corner and looked at me with a 'I'm sorry' look (I know anyone reading this must think I am crazy for thinking this but I swear that rabbits understand humans and they know when they are at fault. They are very smart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then they fight through the grill all the time. I sms Adeline and told her about it and she must be thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I asked you to think properly first but you did not listen, now see what is happening'&lt;/span&gt; coz she did advised me before to think if this is what I want and what I think is best for Morty. But I see that she is so lonely everyday so I thought I should get her a new friend. She asked me how can I be so irresponsible and return a bunny I think is not suitable. If I already said I want to adopt den I have to accept it no matter good or bad. But... I have not committed. This is what has been agreed on with Jawskie. I think he knows that there might be problems too. He did not mention about the problems with the bunnies at first and only gave me his blog about them this morning when I asked him to described their characters and about the war scar and if they are solitary rabbits. I asked questions I should have asked on Saturday itself. After reading his blog, I find that Abraham is quite problematic and Toby has been returned before. After chatting with him on MSN, I found that he had expected Abraham to be returned too. After their scary past, they are quite traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to return him coz I think he is quite cute and I pity his past. But if he cannot get along with my girl, I will have to return him. Also I am afraid that when they start to share food, he might turn nasty when my girl goes and share his food with him. I know I am selfish but to me I feel that my girl is more important to me at the moment. AH!! I am a bad person!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-2388719857481659952?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/2388719857481659952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=2388719857481659952&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2388719857481659952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/2388719857481659952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/12/bonding-disaster.html' title='The Bond(ing) Disaster'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVjaB_ebU_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7nbS-HD1A2E/s72-c/legolas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-5412585355386984296</id><published>2008-12-26T12:26:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:02:34.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>My Sweet Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRg4Nta1HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-n9Q-Re3h6Y/s1600-h/fam05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRg4Nta1HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-n9Q-Re3h6Y/s320/fam05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283954781681538162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is dedicated to my Sweet Princess Morticia. When I bought her 6 years ago, it was so that she could accompany my Baobei. Because she has very bad attitude (growling and attacking anyone that goes near), everyone loves Baobei more than her. I must admit that I am guilty of the crime too. Everyday I would love and kiss my Baobei but will approach her with caution. Although I love and kiss her too, I know that deep in my heart I love Baobei more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she can feel it too and instead of being nice, she decided that she will remain as she is. Snapping at everyone and peeing on my mattress now and again which made me angry at her. But I did not dislike her. After Baobei crossed the rainbow bridge, we suddenly find ourselves together. Just the two of us. We want to comfort each other but we do not know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be very very gentle with her (not that I was very harsh with her before) but she seems to reject me. No matter what I do she gets angry. Whenever I try to sayang her she growls. Whenever I miss Baobei, she pisses on my mattress!! Which is once every 2 days and sometimes everyday!! And I get very angry (coz I will get scolding from my grandma who does the washing) but I don't want to blame her or scold her as I know that she must be very lonely too now that she is all alone. I want her to know that I love her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRhTYOhtOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EhjhXhK1kd0/s1600-h/ggpp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRhTYOhtOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EhjhXhK1kd0/s320/ggpp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955248361223394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My next thought is to adopt or buy a new bunny to be her friend. After scouting around, I find some suitable bunnies and also was rejected a few times. But she seems to know too and I think she feels angry that I am looking for a new rabbit. Maybe she thinks that I do not love her and after getting the new rabbit I will push her aside. So she pisses on my mattress more!! Her record is 3 times per night and once even on me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting some encouragement from Adeline of HRSS, I tried to carry and 'groom' her which she seems to enjoy but she hates the process of being carried. Of me reaching into the cage to 'get' her. Also during her nightly run of the room, she would hide under the bed or be in her cage not coming out at all. Den one day I woke up in the middle of the night and realised that she was sleeping by the foot of my mattress. I was very surprised. I tried to get up in middle of the night again the next day and it was the same. Could it be that she wants to get to know me but she is shy thats why she chooses night time when the lights are off and when I am asleep?? I stroked her a few times and she ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course by this time I really want to adopt or buy a new rabbit coz I think that she is very lonely thats why she keeps peeing on me but Adeline says that maybe she loves me very much so she wants to mark me as her property. That got me thinking... Could it be that whenever she knows I misses Baobei, she pees on my mattress to tell me that 'HEY!! You still got me!! Get a hang of yourself!!'.  Could it be so that I will notice that I still got a baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRmoKW0sOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IN-gPfZ-huQ/s1600-h/fam04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRmoKW0sOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IN-gPfZ-huQ/s320/fam04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283961102973317346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two days ago, on Christmas Eve, I decided to sleep with my head at the foot of the mattress instead. And in the middle of the night, I woke up to see her sitting beside my mattress staring at me!! My Princess!! I think she loves me!! I sayang her back and on Christmas night it happened again. This time I woke up to to kiss her and to stroke her. I think we understand each other more now. I will try my best and I hope that she does the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I am bringing her for matchmaking on Saturday. And I might even buy a bunny coz I fell in love with a poor boy in the shop who has been there for months and nobody wants him. I hope she can find a new friend but hope that she will still let me love her when her new friend is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-5412585355386984296?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/5412585355386984296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=5412585355386984296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/5412585355386984296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/5412585355386984296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sweet-princess.html' title='My Sweet Princess'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRg4Nta1HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-n9Q-Re3h6Y/s72-c/fam05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-6162249509545053486</id><published>2008-12-26T12:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:56:02.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Dry Dandelion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRZtI4gTLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fwG5SD9MQEA/s1600-h/Dandelion+pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRZtI4gTLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fwG5SD9MQEA/s200/Dandelion+pack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283946894825901234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While at the pet shop one day to get the new bottle for Meimei, I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dried Dandelion from &lt;a href="http://store.shopping.yahoo.co.jp/pet-ya/ba022.html"&gt;Sanko Sun Farm&lt;/a&gt; which is rumoured to be good for the bunny liver. If only I knew... I would have bought it instead of trying to plant it and my Baobei might get a chance to eat it... :o(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-6162249509545053486?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/6162249509545053486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=6162249509545053486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6162249509545053486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/6162249509545053486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/12/dry-dandelion.html' title='Dry Dandelion'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRZtI4gTLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fwG5SD9MQEA/s72-c/Dandelion+pack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-7479563323046002965</id><published>2008-12-26T11:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:56:44.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Baobei Stewy's Shrine</title><content type='html'>I have cleared a shelve on my bookcase as a shrine for my Baobei. I want to decorate it but I don't have time yet. At the moment, I have his urn there on top of a porcelain platter, a fairy guarding it and some bunny friends and a porcelain pumpkin. I also put his x-ray on the bottom covered with green felt.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRV-de_-NI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fkFudmIJy6E/s1600-h/stew+shrine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 520px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRV-de_-NI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fkFudmIJy6E/s400/stew+shrine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283942794367334610" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to embroider a meadow scene for the back of the shrine so that it will be a happy scene of his effigy in the middle of a meadow. I will take a photo when it is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very coincidental because my cousin and I saw one of those 'egg machine' where you put $1 or $2 in and turn a knob and out comes a plastic 'egg' that has a surprise inside. This machine specialises in plastic animals and there were rabbits too. So I said lets try 2 times. I wanna get the rabbit. And I got it on my second try!! Very rare actually!! HAHA!! We were so happy we were jumping around in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also coincidental is the fact that I got a white rabbit with dark brown spots. I immediately thought of Sorbet, the bunny I wanted to adopt but did not get. And I told my cousin. Hey I din get the real one so they gave me a doll instead. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend Yu also contributed to the Bunny Friends by giving me a porcelain brown bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-7479563323046002965?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/7479563323046002965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=7479563323046002965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7479563323046002965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7479563323046002965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/12/baobei-stewys-shrine.html' title='Baobei Stewy&apos;s Shrine'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRV-de_-NI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fkFudmIJy6E/s72-c/stew+shrine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-4929359296947549065</id><published>2008-12-26T11:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:59:00.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Backlog - 7th December 2008 - My Bday</title><content type='html'>A little backlogging here. Photos from my bday this year. Actually I dun really like to celebrate bdays coz I dun think its anything special. This is also the first celebration after Baobei's passing so actually I dun have the mood to celebrate either. And this year I almost had my wish of not celebrating as I went with my family to the Henderson Wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna go to a friend's place to celebrate her daughter's bday when she called and say "Where are you?? I bought a cake for you and you can cut it with my daughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like... NO WAY!! I DUN WANT YOUR RELATIVES AND FRIENDS SINGING FOR ME!! NO WAY!!! So she asked me to go and get the cake back home and we had a sing song cut cake thing at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRUT4tVvbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vcw6uzVU5ss/s1600-h/bday2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRUT4tVvbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vcw6uzVU5ss/s400/bday2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283940963429236146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRUUEuXw4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ILXQGwZe3GI/s1600-h/bday2008.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 438px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRUUEuXw4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ILXQGwZe3GI/s400/bday2008.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283940966654788482" 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/460936863791179588-4929359296947549065?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/4929359296947549065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=4929359296947549065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4929359296947549065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4929359296947549065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/12/backlog-7th-december-2008-my-bday.html' title='Backlog - 7th December 2008 - My Bday'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVRUT4tVvbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vcw6uzVU5ss/s72-c/bday2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-8386510240965228709</id><published>2008-12-23T10:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:03:50.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braces'/><title type='text'>Floating white rubber rings...</title><content type='html'>No!! No!! I did not go swimming and used white rubber floats neither did I rescue some drowning person at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was refering to the rubber bands around my braces. I just went for tightening on 18 December. Usually they give me transparent rubber band. This time the nurse asked me what colour I want. I said since mine is ceramics, I guess it will be white. And she gave me really white bands!! They are so obvious!! Looks like they are floating around my mouth!!! The nurse is new and I did not asked... So what can I say... Here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVBN7SAep1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/IfZatMC_N4E/s1600-h/teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVBN7SAep1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/IfZatMC_N4E/s200/teeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282808043747059538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It is so weird not to mention ugly and unflattering to show my whole face with my teeth exposed at close range so I have cropped the pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-8386510240965228709?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/8386510240965228709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=8386510240965228709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8386510240965228709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8386510240965228709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/12/floating-white-rubber-rings.html' title='Floating white rubber rings...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SVBN7SAep1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/IfZatMC_N4E/s72-c/teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-8723996456210321132</id><published>2008-12-16T12:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:04:28.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Stew... Stew... Who is Who??</title><content type='html'>I made this needle felted miniature Stew shortly before his passing... I did not plan it but now its like a final remembrance for me and also something to decorate his Shrine with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 484px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SUcpnaP6xcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P2Gje7jSEYI/s400/stew+needle+felt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280234845152921026" border="0" /&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;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="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You can see that he is a poser and lets me take photos of him however I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There are cuter ones which I am sure I will use in future on this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, my grandma kinda just found out I brought his ashes home yesterday. I dunno how come she did not noticed it on the shelf since she goes into my room everyday. She began shouting about me bringing 'dirty' things home etc which made me really angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I dun believe in a next life or in heaven. I believe in evolution. To me, a living being is just a corpse after death and ash after cremation. Thats all. Nothing magical. To say that my Baby has gone to Bunny Heaven is just to make myself feel better thats all. I believe that the only eternity in this world lives in our memories. Heaven only resides in our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that his ashes will still be there when I get home today or I will be very very angry and probably not speak to her for the rest of her life. Or mine. My parents think that actually I do not have to bring his ashes home. Yeah that is true. I dun need to but I want to. Who knows one day I will be rich and will be able to afford LifeGems. Then I will make my Baby into diamonds. That is also for eternity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-8723996456210321132?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/8723996456210321132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=8723996456210321132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8723996456210321132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8723996456210321132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/12/stew-stew-who-is-who.html' title='Stew... Stew... Who is Who??'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SUcpnaP6xcI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P2Gje7jSEYI/s72-c/stew+needle+felt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-4871278605783556882</id><published>2008-12-15T10:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:31:02.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Presenting... Stew Baobei Soft Toy</title><content type='html'>I have finally finished the Stew Baobei soft toy. Actually it is already completed for a few weeks but I cannot get the eye right. After putting in the eye with lid from bearycheap, it still looks scary. And Meimei decided to bite the lids off as well so I took it out.  So in the end, after stitching and un-stitching for 5 times, I decided to just put in the Alive Baby eye from bearycheap. Den I think that it is sewn too low, so I took it out again and sewed it higher and viola!! Baobei is done. I don't think it looks 100% like him of course. Its still a soft toy but Meimei seems ok with the new version and likes to lie on him and lick him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SUXJXR9IDoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VVfQOUP2CFY/s1600-h/stew+toy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 531px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SUXJXR9IDoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VVfQOUP2CFY/s400/stew+toy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279847539955732098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SUXJYTGVPGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ePltIpIq3Xk/s1600-h/stew+toy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 530px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SUXJYTGVPGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ePltIpIq3Xk/s400/stew+toy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279847557442649186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SUXJZHIkBCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/s2t7vYAUeEA/s1600-h/stew+toy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 516px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SUXJZHIkBCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/s2t7vYAUeEA/s400/stew+toy+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279847571410650146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SUYw4a4Zq2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/8ohGFUyR0TU/s1600-h/stew+toy+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 531px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SUYw4a4Zq2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/8ohGFUyR0TU/s400/stew+toy+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279961358985177954" 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/460936863791179588-4871278605783556882?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/4871278605783556882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=4871278605783556882&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4871278605783556882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/4871278605783556882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/12/presenting-stew-baobei-soft-toy.html' title='Presenting... Stew Baobei Soft Toy'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SUXJXR9IDoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VVfQOUP2CFY/s72-c/stew+toy+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-7904161118664252499</id><published>2008-12-10T11:40:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:40:17.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Disappointed... But... Be Constructive</title><content type='html'>I got an email yesterday that says that Sorbet's parents has decided to keep him. I am quite disappointed but happy as well. I hope that they will take care of him very well. Jacelyn from HRSS let on that they will have some new adoptables soon. Jojo and Orange. Since I want to adopt a boy, I guess it will not be Jojo. Maybe Orange will be a boy. Actually there quite a few adoptables on the site but some are lionheads. Cute but also heavy fur shedders. I think my grandma will kill me if I get them. Some needs to be adopted in a pair which is not suitable as well. WAHAHA!! Wanna adopt yet wanna choose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In view of this small 'hiccup', I can take the time to think and to observe Meimei again to see if she really needs a new companion although I think the answer will be yes... Meanwhile I should really complete the things that I have been sitting on which I must complete soon. The list goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DECEMBER TO DO LIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; BTHN layout (official job)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Zara's Taggie Blanket (which I must send to US)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Change eye of the Baobei soft toy (looks like gremlins now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Decorate Baobei's 'shrine' (needs embroidery and felting plus constructin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Learn the mod podge silk screen technique and make labels (owe Aaron and explanation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Make panda soft toy (Mandy's belated bday gift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Make clutches that I owe to Nafa friends (belated bday for very long already it can be xmas gift now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Make felt brooches (was gonna upload on Etsy but sidetracked by Baobei's passing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; Make bbb website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Make travel cases for SLH sisters (belated bday again!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY THINGS TO DO FOR DECEMBER!!! Die... Die... Die... And so many photos to be uploaded to the blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST9CH4wj0uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QNB9OiWiUII/s1600-h/vege+1+wk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST9CH4wj0uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QNB9OiWiUII/s320/vege+1+wk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278009991564088034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 1 WEEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let me start with the vege I was planting... This photo was taken 1 week plus after sowing the seeds. Xiaobaicai is the most productive and fastest growing. At that time I was hoping that the Dandelion will sprout. I got the seeds online from USA and till this day have not succeeded in getting a single Dandelion yet. They are suppose to be good for bunnies so I was crossing my fingers. In any case I think only Baobei will want to eat it as he is a glutton. Meimei is more picky preferring the normal veges. She will probably only eat the Xiao Bai Cai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST9DgpvN0aI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SD6m9vnSGug/s1600-h/vege+3+wk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST9DgpvN0aI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SD6m9vnSGug/s320/vege+3+wk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278011516540277154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3 WEEKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is taken 3 weeks plus after sowing. The Xiao Bai Cai has grown quite tall. Also I suspect that a Dandelion is growing!! Waiting to see if it is indeed the ever elusive Dandelion which is suppose to be a self seeding weed!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST9GBVpxqII/AAAAAAAAAGk/2n4R2EP-Oqs/s1600-h/dandelion+3+wk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 78px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST9GBVpxqII/AAAAAAAAAGk/2n4R2EP-Oqs/s320/dandelion+3+wk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278014277107689602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after this photo is taken, my grandma destroyed the garden and replanted all my Xiao Bai Cai. Of course killing the suspected Dandelion in the process as she did not see it there. I was so angry I shouted at her. I feel guilty after that but I was really angry. I have waited for years to get the Dandelion and it was killed... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course after this the unfortunate passing of Baobei happened and I neglected to take anymore photos. I will upload the photos I took last night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;UPDATE – WEEK 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be 8 weeks after planting. I have stopped counting after Baobei died. Dandelion is definitely dead too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SUKQ1ntD0zI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QwPO3qZs3Qk/s1600-h/vege+wk+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 525px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SUKQ1ntD0zI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QwPO3qZs3Qk/s400/vege+wk+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278940964097086258" 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/460936863791179588-7904161118664252499?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/7904161118664252499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=7904161118664252499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7904161118664252499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7904161118664252499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/12/disappointed-but-be-constructive.html' title='Disappointed... 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Be Constructive'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST9CH4wj0uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QNB9OiWiUII/s72-c/vege+1+wk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-1471872449772728017</id><published>2008-12-08T21:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:05:46.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>I was wrong about being ok...</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 weeks and 2 days since my baby left me. I thot I was ok already. Going to work... Going out with friends... Joking... Being the funny girl... But I am wrong... I don't know why last week I was ok. I did not think so much about Stew and I could look at his photos and videos without crying. But suddenly this week I am not ok. I have cried 3 times and almost cried nth times while looking at his photos or while thinking about him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morticia is not very well too. She still is angry with me and is always bored or lost. Its lucky that my cousin is on holiday and is at my house playing with her. But she is not drinking water and I have to syringe feed her twice a day before I go to work and when I come home. One day I decided not to syringe feed her but I still find pee in her potty. So is that ok?? I dun know... I even bought a new bottle to see if the old bottle is faulty. The first day when I got home, I find the water level lower and was very happy but I found out that the bottle was leaking. So I screwed it properly and the water I don't think is going down. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also peeing on my mattress every other day!! One day she even peed on me!! While I was sleeping of course. But I don't understand why too... I have tried to rush home as soon as I am off work and try to play with her whenever I have time but she dun seems interested. I find her character changed as well. Last time she is very grumpy and does not like to be touched. Now she wants to be pet constantly and looks very sad if I am home late from work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="393" height="325" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a747547ba526c22a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da747547ba526c22a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330094615%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D322994D043EED580CC5938526894ACB994E109E3.37B014D6EA785903670FC22687E23D837D71DA18%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da747547ba526c22a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSiEUhpKhDqf0OWS8fhHiTx6ZNa4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="393" height="325" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da747547ba526c22a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330094615%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D322994D043EED580CC5938526894ACB994E109E3.37B014D6EA785903670FC22687E23D837D71DA18%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da747547ba526c22a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSiEUhpKhDqf0OWS8fhHiTx6ZNa4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how it is with my Manja King and my Meimei. One loves to be pet but one growls when you first try to touch her. Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST0wEivErzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_nczhm5UgSo/s1600-h/Sorbet02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST0wEivErzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_nczhm5UgSo/s320/Sorbet02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277427192949944114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been looking at the &lt;a href="http://www.hrss.net/"&gt;HRSS&lt;/a&gt; website and am thinking if I should adopt a new friend for her. After going through the list, I find one boy who is really cute and his description sounds suitable. His name is Sorbet. I have tried to apply and see if I can adopt him but there is no news yet. Actually the process for adoption is not easy. I will first be screened to see if I am a suitable owner. The volunteers will probably come to my house to see if everything is in order and to see that I am indeed sincere in wanting to adopt and not just want to have him so that I can eat him or something. WAHAHA!!! If everything is ok den we will probaby introduce the bunnies to see if they are a match. If they like each other then I will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty though for wanting to adopt so soon. I feel as though I have forgotten about Stew my baby, my Baobei... I don't know if Sorbet will be helping Morticia or me. I believe that there is space in my heart for another bunny but I don't think that after I get him I will forget Baobei and the happy times we had together. Or that I will stop missing him. So is it fair to Sorbet that I still have Baobei in my heart?? Is it fair to him that he has to fill in the place of Baobei in Meimei's heart?? I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my Meimei is already 6. If she has a long life and live to 8 or 10, it means that we have 2 to 4 years to go. Sorbet is only 1 year plus. Which means that when he is 3 or 5, he will the one left behind when Meimei joins Baobei... Is that fair to him... I don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-1471872449772728017?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/1471872449772728017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=1471872449772728017&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/1471872449772728017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/1471872449772728017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-wrong-about-being-ok.html' title='I was wrong about being ok...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST0wEivErzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_nczhm5UgSo/s72-c/Sorbet02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-8770655389995021110</id><published>2008-11-24T11:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:29:04.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>I miss my Baby waiting for me...</title><content type='html'>It's been a week and 2 days after my Baobei crossed the rainbow bridge. I can't believe how fast the wound heals. Although I miss him constantly and thinks about him every other hour, I feel ok now and do not cry constantly. I guess it is true that there is absolutely nobody you cannot live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been boring without his cheeky looks and goofy antics. I miss how he waits for me to come home from work everyday at his cage door. Getting all excited for me to feed him and play with him. My Baobei the Manja King. Luckily I have taken many videos of him and I can watch them when I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="336" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1de361843eb271d6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1de361843eb271d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330094615%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3518CFC99F51CDD7A77AA4C62C7576FD0E296A5E.6A175FEEA37D4F4E0612E3DDBCD1CD78F799BB73%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1de361843eb271d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDLq3uve5r9BeW1c5Z3mARNf68OI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="405" height="336" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1de361843eb271d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330094615%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3518CFC99F51CDD7A77AA4C62C7576FD0E296A5E.6A175FEEA37D4F4E0612E3DDBCD1CD78F799BB73%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1de361843eb271d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDLq3uve5r9BeW1c5Z3mARNf68OI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all my friends and relatives who had given me words of encouragement and have been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I rush home everyday to be with my Princess. She is really lonely and sulks everyday. I made a soft toy in the image of Baobei for her but his eyes is like a Gremlin!! So big and round!! He looks kinda scary at night. Haha!! So I decided to order some real looking eyes from this Australian site &lt;a href="http://www.bearycheap.com/"&gt;www.bearycheap.com&lt;/a&gt;. Their services was superb and I am now waiting for the eyes to arrive. I have assembled it for the time being for her first and will make adjustment with the new eyes as soon as possible. When the toy is fully assembled, I will post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess is ok with her new companion because as the Queen of Morbidity (if there is such a word), I have been preparing myself for this day and have been keeping all his fur from our countless trip to the groomer. I used the fur that still has his smell on it to stuff the soft toy. She's not totally happy with it but she makes do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-8770655389995021110?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1de361843eb271d6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/8770655389995021110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=8770655389995021110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8770655389995021110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/8770655389995021110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-my-baby-waiting-for-me.html' title='I miss my Baby waiting for me...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-7552895604701817262</id><published>2008-11-16T13:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:31:48.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>Fly to Heaven, Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SR-qjztm5wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oKbXZAg-eeg/s1600-h/Stewy+Goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SR-qjztm5wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oKbXZAg-eeg/s320/Stewy+Goodbye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269117621200414466" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SR-qssz6eHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/q031Zyun1Vo/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SR-qssz6eHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/q031Zyun1Vo/s320/Image041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269117773966637170" 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/460936863791179588-7552895604701817262?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/7552895604701817262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=7552895604701817262&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7552895604701817262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/7552895604701817262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/11/orbituary.html' title='Fly to Heaven, Angel'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SR-qjztm5wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oKbXZAg-eeg/s72-c/Stewy+Goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-7282401003270238922</id><published>2008-11-16T10:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:07:40.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunnies'/><title type='text'>My baby... Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>I have been sitting on blogging for the longest time. I will wait for next time... I will wait till after finishing this book... Or show... It can wait till tmr... So many excuses until I promised that I will definitely do it this weekend. My excuses to not writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to write about and I don't know which to start first. The exciting things I am going to do setting up my etsy shop... What kinda crafts I have done or planned... What vegetables I am currently planting... Our family trip to the park connectors which is suppose to happen today... My loveable bunnies and their silly antics... What kind of recipes I wanna try out... But... I did not expect my first blog to be something so heart wrenching... At least for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby... My first child... My male bunny, Stew... Has left me suddenly yesterday night. On 15th November 2008 at about 9pm. He left me to be in Bunny Heaven. To be at a better place with no pain and no illness. If only I knew that his illness is so serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened two weeks ago, he lost his appetite and started eating very little and has tiny tiny poo which is a bad sign. I sent him to the vet who diagnosed &lt;a href="http://www.bio.miami.edu/hare/ileus.html"&gt;GI Stasis&lt;/a&gt; and gave me some medication to feed him twice a day. I did so religiously but after two weeks he still only eats very little so I brought him back to the vet for follow up treatment on Friday. We did an x-ray and blood test and find that there is some obstruction in his tummy and that he has bladder problems and this had led to liver problem (hepatic lipidosis). The doctor suggested that I bring him back everyday on Saturday. Sunday and Monday for further treatment and if by Monday he is still not well, he will be hospitalised at the clinic. I said ok. On Saturday morning, he refused to eat so I had to force feed him. I even went out a few times to get a suitable sryinge to feed him with and bought bananas, apples, wheatgrass and mint. All to mash up for easy feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, cousin and me proceed to forcefeed and he ate most of the stuff we gave and even peed and pooed small poos and we were very happy about it. I brought him to the vet for further treatment at 4pm and at 7pm when we got home, he was not himself. He tried to move but he was not able to lift his head. I quickly called a rabbit savvy friend who say maybe he has heatstroke because we did not go home straight but went to the supermarket to get veges and some grocery for him and everyone else. At 8.30pm I called the vet and she said it could be serious and we rushed him to the vet on emergency. It will cost me $200 but I am thinking it is ok. I have already spent about $250 on the other bills so I thot what the heck as long as he gets better I don;t mind going without buying stuff for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the vet in his carrier, he tried to move and I was soothing him with my hands inside the carrier. At his last moments, he struggled up as his face was facing the back of the carrier. He turned over, came to me, lied on my arms and stomach. There was a little convulsion and he is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby... Even in his last moments he wants to comfort me. To love me and let me love him till the end. I called his name because deep in my heart I know he is gone but I do not want to accept it. I want to think that he has fainted and will be ok at the vet. I called his name but there is no response and I could feel that there is no hearbeat. I started to cry and my cousin cried too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought about this many times, how will I feel if one day I woke up and find his body cold and hard in his cage or on the floor. How will I feel. Can I accept it? I have played this scene many times over in my head. I am ready for it. He is already 6 and a half years old. Something like old age for rabbits. I told myself that we have many happy memories. He is lucky to be my pet and I have treated him as well as can be. I told myself that if someone else had bought him at the pet shop that day, he could have been abandoned or killed. He had a good life and when it is time to go, I will let him go. I will be comforted that I have given a rabbit a chance for a good life and I have done my job very well. But when it really happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot accept it. I want him back. I cannot let him go... Not yet. I know he is unwell but I did not think it is critical. He was still jumpy in the morning, refusing to get into the bag to go to the vet. So many what ifs came into my mind. What if I had sent him to the vet as soon as I got home and realised he is unwell. What if I have brought him straight home from the vet rather than going to the grocery store. What if I had send him to the vet 1 week after the first treatment rather than 2 weeks like the vet told me to. What if I had massaged him right after his death coz the vet asked me long has he passed, and started massaging him. Will I have prevented this. Will he have gotten better. I feel guilty yet relieved. Guilty for the thousand what ifs and relieved that at last he has left the suffering and have gone to a better place. If only he had exhibited more suffering instead of being his goofy self, I would have rushed him to the vet even in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baby... He has not lived to eat the veges I have planted for him. I have planted before and this is the second time and it is also this time that I have planted parsley and dandelion (the ever elusive plant I have been trying to plant but never succeeding). He has not lived to participate the in the Christmas party we planned this year. Every year there will be extra strawberries for him. He will never use the bag I made to carry him so that it is easier to force feed him without him falling. My baby... Even in his last moments he comforted me. He wants to tell me that he loves me and that I have done what I can by struggling and lying in my arms... By saving further medical bills which he knows I will struggle to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my Baby... Mummy don't mind... Mummy just want you to be healthy and happy. Mummy loves you more than anything else even more than herself. Mummy wish that you will happy in Bunny Heaven. That you will be healthy and content and that there will be someone to take care of you there. Bye bye my Baby...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SR-dubvBdBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d7XtjtxwOO0/s1600-h/Stew+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SR-dubvBdBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d7XtjtxwOO0/s320/Stew+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269103510091297810" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My Baby the first week after I got him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SR-eXmnos3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/aIa79dgO7mc/s1600-h/Image030crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SR-eXmnos3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/aIa79dgO7mc/s320/Image030crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269104217387742066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&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-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My Baby at last. I am hugging his body goodbye. I know it is morbid but I cannot let go. I don't want to let him be alone in the clinic, in the fridge where he waits to be taken for cremation on Monday. Mummy love you Baobei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I cannot accept it yet... I am surprised how fast logic thinking takes over from my emotions... Even before reaching the clinic, before the vet confirms that my Baby is indeed gone, I begin to plan how I must comfort my other rabbit Morticia when I get home. She has been Stew's companion ever since I got her and she will feel very lost without him. She is very angry I did not bring him back and has been circling the room to find him at night. I will take care of you better my princess. Mummy promise you. Please don't be angry with Mummy. Mummy tried her best but she could not save korkor... 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Goodbye...'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SR-dubvBdBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d7XtjtxwOO0/s72-c/Stew+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-460936863791179588.post-1458362165579104329</id><published>2008-11-10T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:57:32.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>50 Things about Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SQH9zASlZuI/AAAAAAAAADo/5SMaxNQTtLw/s1600-h/lala2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SQH9zASlZuI/AAAAAAAAADo/5SMaxNQTtLw/s320/lala2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260764892438554338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My good friend Blissful Taitai (&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://www.blabberingjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.blabberingjo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) did a '100 things about me' list on her blog which inpired me so much that I think I should introduce myself with a list. I can't come up with 100 things about myself so I will settle for 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I was born in Malaysia and lived there till I was 12, came to Singapore to study and work till I was 20, went to Australia to study den came back to work in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I can adapt to life in any place fairly quickly so I feel attached to all the places that I have been to but I don't feel at home anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to be a Fashion Designer but studied Graphics Design instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; I live in my own world most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; I am very forgetful. I can't really remember what happened last week unless I think very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;I am always late. But strangely I am good in meeting deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; I can keep secrets very well. Maybe because I forget easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; I eat really slow unless when I am in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; I can leave my half finished meal as it is and come back to it a few hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; I can eat anything with cheese and ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; I hate chewy food like glutinous rice balls, jelly, gum and fishball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; I hate corn. The smell gives me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; I used to feed my breakfast to my dog or flush it down the toilet when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; I have a very high tolerance for pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; I would like to get a tongue stud but I must be willing to give up my legs which my mom will break first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; I am afraid of spiders, sharks and heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt; I believe I have seen a UFO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt; I'm a sucker for multi function gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; I would rather die than be trapped in the lift with strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt; I have kissed a snake and hugged a hyena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. &lt;/span&gt;I can blank my mind and think of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt; I read everything including road signs and car plate numbers when I am travelling and my mind is not blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt; I am good in form recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. &lt;/span&gt;I learnt to read chinese when I was 12. I can read but I can't write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26.&lt;/span&gt; My dreams are in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27.&lt;/span&gt; My favourite colour is green but I hate grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28.&lt;/span&gt; I don't feel any heartache when my possessions is lost or spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29.&lt;/span&gt; I can learn to cook or do craft from instruction books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30.&lt;/span&gt; I lose interest in making something the moment I learn how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31.&lt;/span&gt; I would like to support a child from world vision one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32.&lt;/span&gt; I have never had a boyfriend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. &lt;/span&gt;I am quite messy but I know where everything is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34.&lt;/span&gt; I am a satanist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. &lt;/span&gt;I don't really bother about things that doesn't concern me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36.&lt;/span&gt; I am very close to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. &lt;/span&gt;My older brother was adopted but we are very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38.&lt;/span&gt; I have great friends and I have known some for more than 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39.&lt;/span&gt; I am not good in keeping in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40.&lt;/span&gt; I look goth in real person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41.&lt;/span&gt; I sleep the moment I get on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42.&lt;/span&gt; I get asked for directions a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43.&lt;/span&gt; I am so obsessed with ancient ruins I dream about them all the time. I must go to Peru before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44.&lt;/span&gt; I have received umbrellas from strangers in Japan, Taiwan and Singapore when I was stuck in the rain. Maybe I looked helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45.&lt;/span&gt; I drink coffee before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46.&lt;/span&gt; I lose my appetite if I see someone talking with their mouth full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47.&lt;/span&gt; I am not good in sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48.&lt;/span&gt; I only eat meat that has been dead for some time. No freshly slaughtered animals for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49.&lt;/span&gt; I am a closet groupie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50.&lt;/span&gt; I live life one day at a time. I don't plan ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go. 50 things about myself. I think I have gotten to know myself better after making this list. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/460936863791179588-1458362165579104329?l=bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/feeds/1458362165579104329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=460936863791179588&amp;postID=1458362165579104329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/1458362165579104329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/460936863791179588/posts/default/1458362165579104329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigbadbunnies.blogspot.com/2008/11/50-things-about-me.html' title='50 Things about Me'/><author><name>THE MAMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344038647054430380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/ST_h0jC4VHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3eGHDGI34Dg/S220/baobei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KAXI4mukWSk/SQH9zASlZuI/AAAAAAAAADo/5SMaxNQTtLw/s72-c/lala2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
