<?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-10007491</id><updated>2011-07-29T11:17:09.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mile In My Shoe</title><subtitle type='html'>People say "everyone has a different view of life"
I'm just me letting you see life through my eyes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-3767087283813238496</id><published>2010-05-06T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:52:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is here</title><content type='html'>I was working today when I got a call. Come back now!!  It's time? What now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rush home to find my wife packed and ready to go. I pack my camera and we're off to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach there and she goes upstairs while I park the car. Get the bags and I go upstairs. I reach the labour room and she is in her gown already in the bed strapped up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses inform me that I have to go downstairs to register. I do so and come upstairs. I find out that the doctor is there and they broke the water bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my son was born, it was 4 hours after the water bag broke. So I thought 'ok there's time'. How wrong I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water broke at 9am and my baby girl was born at 9.51am. &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;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/06/721.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/06/s_721.jpg' border='0' width='200' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to introduce Caelyanne Josefina Loke Fernandez to the world. Caely = slender &amp; Anne = Grace. My little princess&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;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/07/620.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/07/s_620.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks a lot like her brother. Can you tell the difference? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/08/617.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/08/s_617.jpg' border='0' width='233' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-3767087283813238496?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/3767087283813238496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=3767087283813238496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/3767087283813238496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/3767087283813238496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-is-here.html' title='She is here'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-2246253639107526138</id><published>2010-03-20T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T16:17:12.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies. I still remember the day my wife told me to check on the vitamins. She put the home pregnancy test next to the bottle of vitamins. The result showed positive. Me, just coming back from work, checked on the vitamins and said "what's wrong. Every thing looks ok what" it took me a full minute to notice the result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/20/85.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/20/s_85.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just to make sure we got a different test and tested again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/20/91.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/20/s_91.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once again it was positive. Then came the doctor, some worries as the earlier post explains and now I'm here again waiting for the doctor once more for a normal check up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow a month and a bit more to go before I can hold my little girl in my arms. Isn't life amazing. Daddy loves you and can't wait to meet you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-2246253639107526138?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/2246253639107526138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=2246253639107526138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/2246253639107526138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/2246253639107526138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2010/03/very-soon.html' title='Very soon'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-4453945635788694478</id><published>2010-01-17T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:28:21.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked again</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a start to the year and I get fucked again. I can't say that I'm surprised but I was hoping loyalty and hard work will be rewarded. Aparently not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I signed a 2 year contract with the company I work for. I didn't like what was written on it but the company was facing a bad year. Besides that my boss told me don't worry we would be able to discuss the contract at year end again if all goes well. All did go well. We mantained our position even though I was face with a new partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally I would think this would count for something. HAH! How I was wrong. Apperently company didn't do good so nothing extra for my hard work. Normally this wouldn't  bother me but when I find out internally the are a certain few who are getting their extras even though their department in way below mine, what the fuck man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked about the extras my boss tell me "maybe, let me see if there is any marit for the extra".  How about I mantained the position even with a new partner. Don't get me wrong I have much love for my old partner but why is he getting more when he abondon ship and I help steady it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does good things happen to those who wait or to those who make the most noise, create the most fuss and hangs out with the boss. I think the latter. What the fuck man. Loyalty is repaid with a knife in the back with the words thank you dumb dumb ingraved on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I get fooled. From this point I come first. My collection of knives in my back is more then complete &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-4453945635788694478?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/4453945635788694478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=4453945635788694478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/4453945635788694478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/4453945635788694478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2010/01/fucked-again.html' title='Fucked again'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-7486110116128213759</id><published>2009-12-24T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:11:58.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Few Days</title><content type='html'>As I write this my wife and I are waiting for the doctors. Got a call to come in to speak on the result on her blood test. It's  hard trying to be strong for her as I'm a wreck inside but I'm trying my best. Oh god please make it something small if not please give me the strength to be there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've change the title of my post. It was suppose to be "a long day" but now it's "a long few days". At the doctors now again. Gonna do one more test this time they are drawing something different. I'm affraid but can' t show it. We will know on Thursday. I pray all goes well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday now and doctor said she will call at 2pm. Waiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's past 2 and I'm worried. Time to put on a strong face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the doctors office and they said they'll call back... Still waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can breath again and the doctor say everything is OK and that it's a girl. Thank You GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-7486110116128213759?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/7486110116128213759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=7486110116128213759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/7486110116128213759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/7486110116128213759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-few-days.html' title='A Long Few Days'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-2383342203309275756</id><published>2009-11-02T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:44:22.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has 3 years passed already</title><content type='html'>I've promised to write more often and now that I can do it on my phone I will try.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought came to me, how do you miss someone you haven't really met. Is it possible?  The answer is yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xara your uncle remembers you and misses you. You'll always be our angel. Lookout for the whole family like you have been doing. Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/sunhands/AMileInMyShoe?authkey=Gv1sRgCNHmu8L4vdOuhQE#5399408949674736978'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3TBEIM5cY-w/Su6N1RptfVI/AAAAAAAAACg/GEqvQX-tQl4/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-2383342203309275756?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/2383342203309275756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=2383342203309275756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/2383342203309275756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/2383342203309275756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2009/11/has-3-years-passed-already.html' title='Has 3 years passed already'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3TBEIM5cY-w/Su6N1RptfVI/AAAAAAAAACg/GEqvQX-tQl4/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-251778277081121420</id><published>2008-06-17T15:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:42:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I checked the last date I've added an entry and it's been a long time. I feel like starting again. Just a thought or 2 here and there.&lt;br /&gt;I realize a blog is  like a pensive (a stone basin in the Harry Potter Stories that hold memories and allow you to revisit them). It helps you remember and I guess I've lost some details since I last blogged. Oh well such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2601/3997646152_e3a4ce1c9d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2601/3997646152_e3a4ce1c9d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quick update, my son is now 2 +(see the picture.  Not a boy anymore but a little man) and .... I'll save the and for another day when I can actually can say and... Other then that life has been almost the same. I actually have nothing to write about today, just felt like putting something down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must start somewhere right why not the  11.10.09 (that's 11th of October 2009 if you were wondering) I just realize it's a cool date.  I guess I'm off to a good start again.  Till the next blog..&lt;br /&gt;in the wise words of Jason Mraz = Live High, Live Might, Live Righteously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-251778277081121420?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/251778277081121420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=251778277081121420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/251778277081121420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/251778277081121420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2601/3997646152_e3a4ce1c9d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-4425979812770178013</id><published>2008-05-03T15:27:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T10:47:49.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months and counting</title><content type='html'>Has it been 9 months already, I got myself thinking the other day and the answer is yes.  The funny thing is I can't seem to remember life when the little guy was not here yet.  I can't imagine life without him.  Has it been 9 months??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a roller coaster ride this past months, some bad but all mostly good.  I dare say I have learnt a lot.  Let me see if I can remember them all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start from the begining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/1187893204/" title="The Future is Bright by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1414/1187893204_e5ee46ef29.jpg" alt="The Future is Bright" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We brought him home and all was well.  We tried our best and we managed ok but because we were first time parents we didn't know much.  Trust me when I say if you're a first time parent, get someone who has been through childbirth recently to help out.  Don't be shy to ask question.  Remember you're doing it for the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/1187893218/" title="Little Feet in a Big World by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1249/1187893218_14fac3c439.jpg" alt="Little Feet in a Big World" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little feet in a big world and you are suppose to be the one guiding them but we needed someone to guides us.  Both my wife and I read a lot of books but it's not the same as someone who's been through it and can show you. Don't think that if someone comes and shows you how to breast feed, how to change or even bath the baby, that makes you a bad parent.  On the contrary you're being better parents for wanting to learn.   "Jennifer" from Jenlia was our angel. She help both me and my wife a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my wife tried our best but after 5 days he had to go back into hospital.  Jaundice!!!. Let me tell you it was the worst period so far.  There was no room in the hospital so me and my wife got a room in the hotel close by.  We had to go visit every 2 hours cause my wife &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the most amazing woman in the world)&lt;/span&gt; was breast feeding. We needed to keep him hydrated and at the same time give him all the protection from Mummy through mummy's milk.  He's Jaundice levels was very high but we manage to bring it down only after 1 night under the UV light plus the 2 hour feeds.  That was all thanks to my wife.  She was a trooper.  Trust me guys breast feeding is not easy and very draining for a woman so be nice to you wife and help her out every way you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/1398225535/" title="A Glow in his Eye by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1363/1398225535_588391d9df.jpg" alt="A Glow in his Eye" height="240" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was only in the first month......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little guy continued to grow and grow.  The 2nd &amp;amp; 3rd month was kind of hard cause the little fellow slowly learned new things.  He also realized what he likes and doesn't so he started to get a little fussy. No more just letting him just sleep in his cot. Now he wants to be carried and he knows crying will get things done.  But the best part was his new facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2132629648/" title="Shocked by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2017/2132629648_daf4804ea0.jpg" alt="Shocked" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2131794155/" title="Come give me a kiss by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2157/2131794155_bb676d742e_m.jpg" alt="Come give me a kiss" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2132567330/" title="What are you looking at!! by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2033/2132567330_a0087d1291_m.jpg" alt="What are you looking at!!" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2131786965/" title="I think I've got gas by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2384/2131786965_5340cd4d3b_m.jpg" alt="I think I've got gas" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say carry him now, not all the time when he cries or else he thinks that when he cries you will carry him, but carry him whenever you can.  Trust me they put on weight really fast and soon he is no more the light little baby that you once held only a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invest in a digital camera because one thing about a new born baby it's his first times.  First time smiling (there's a difference between a real smile and gas.  They only can smile after 3 months.  Before that it's all gas), first time laughing, first time taking the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/165/73/560745723/n560745723_2729221_3468.jpg" title="his first bottle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v241/165/73/560745723/n560745723_2729221_3468.jpg" alt="Counsins" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes before I forget, my advice to you new parents,  introduce your baby to a bottle within 3 weeks from birth cause if you did like what we did it's going to be hard.  We waited 2 months before introducing the bottle and he refuse to take to it. We had to try all the bottles in the market until we finally found one he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months down the line and it's already 5 months and it's time for his first Christmas.  This is my boy looking at the Christmas tree for the first time.   Just look at the wonder in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2132638292/" title="Look At The Christmas Tree For the First Time by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/2132638292_815fd96a83.jpg" alt="Look At The Christmas Tree For the First Time" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then came the new year and the next bump in the road.  My wife got chicken pox and so naturally my little boy got it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now chicken pox on a 5th month old baby is actually not that bad.  It's more taxing on the parents than the little guy.  It's more painful for the parents to see little pox appearing on your child than it is for the child.  They don't mind it, at least my son didn't. He can't reach around his back so he can't scratch the pox so that's good but  we had to keep him clean at all times.  We had to bath him twice a day and keep him cool. They had this medication to help the little one with his itch as well.  My little boy was just like normal, at least as close to it as possible, but my wife and I were flat out tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2257821516/" title="Like Mummy Like Son 3 by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2379/2257821516_3993641bd5.jpg" alt="Like Mummy Like Son 3" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like his mummy doesn't he....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now between 4 to 6 months let's add mobility into the picture.  My son learnt how roll over onto his tummy when he was 4 months.  Here's another worry for us.  When he turns over he doesn't know how to turn back so he sleeps on his tummy, sometimes face down.  Time for some sleepless nights checking on him.  We bought this strap thingie that kept him in place but we still had to check on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2132650964/" title="Like my pose by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2020/2132650964_b314fed8b7.jpg" alt="Like my pose" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to teach him to turn back. When ever he rolled over we tried to make him role back on his back.  Took him a month to learn but he eventually did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bd6d75cdeb2c8756" 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://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd6d75cdeb2c8756%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331446011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB90744F30F1CA3EBB1AF4FA20667D68CA4FE546.2CC03978508A5513368D62D1EA991577181630B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd6d75cdeb2c8756%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEZNSkbTXGz-wf6_eS042kFNm85o&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://v24.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbd6d75cdeb2c8756%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331446011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB90744F30F1CA3EBB1AF4FA20667D68CA4FE546.2CC03978508A5513368D62D1EA991577181630B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbd6d75cdeb2c8756%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEZNSkbTXGz-wf6_eS042kFNm85o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that 4 to 6 months the little guy learnt to laugh, now that can cure any pain or stress from any parent.  Even your tiredness seem to disappear.   He starts to babble and squeal in excitement.  He also learnt how to sit up with support.  The little guy is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2131859369/" title="Big man now by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2351/2131859369_f22f9027f3.jpg" alt="Big man now" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now past the 6 month period it's time to keep a closer eye on him.  Me and my wife had to watch him all the time as he begins to rock on all 4's then slow learn to creep forward.  Now you think they can't move fast but you would be a fool if you do so.  Trust me when they do learn to move they will move fast.  Try not to play on high areas like your bed.  He might just wander off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about the 6th month, it's solids time.  It's time to introduce the little one to solids.  Time for more pictures.  Don't worry about not taking too much the first few times.  They will gradually like the idea of solids and take more.  My son started with 2 little spoons then he stop.  Now he is having 3 solid meals a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2254608862/" title="Time for solids by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2129/2254608862_656cb703aa.jpg" alt="Time for solids" height="500" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing you have to try in the 6th month is sleep training.  There are loads of ways of sleep training available on the internet for you to read about but be prepared for the screams of anger.  Our son just refuse to sleep when we asked him too, even though he was dead tired.  It took us months and we still have problems but he has kind of learnt to sleep when he has too.  Nowadays we just have to say good night and leave him in his cot.  He will mess around a little then go to sleep with not much fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the the pulling himself up to the standing position.  When my son realized he could do this, he wanted to pull himself up all the time even though he could not stand for very long. This was another reason he couldn't be left alone for too long even in a secure place.  He would try to pull himself up then fall down.  So as I said before, "you must keep an eye out all the time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2efa74e80deefb8f" 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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2efa74e80deefb8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331446011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E5E002CB975F8A82F704B6D7D6B67E23546ABA5.134265AAEAB733AC3C312F4B5C9B352FFC2E4831%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2efa74e80deefb8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3Hn_fxCrx24eLkvAfpR9M215KEE&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://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2efa74e80deefb8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331446011%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E5E002CB975F8A82F704B6D7D6B67E23546ABA5.134265AAEAB733AC3C312F4B5C9B352FFC2E4831%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2efa74e80deefb8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3Hn_fxCrx24eLkvAfpR9M215KEE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from learning to stand up you must teach them how to sit.  My wife did most of this teaching him to sit properly from a standing position.  Took him about a month to perfect it but he's a pro now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can plan for all this but one thing you can't plan for is when the tooth comes. My son started showing signs of teething at 4 months but the tooth only came out on 28 of March which was his 8th month. First my son was cranky,  he had a slight fever and everything was not right for about a week and a bit when the tooth was actually cutting through the gums. He was angry.  Then when the tooth came out, he started biting everyone and everything.  This will go on for a while cause all the teeth need to come out the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife breast fed the little one for 8 months.  To me that's amazing.  It took a lot out of her and she had to sacrifice a lot too.  I'm talking about not being able to eat spicey food, crabs, prawns, Sambal Belacan and all the yummy stuff, even Sushi cause my son might be allergic to it or it might not be good for the kid. I might not say it enough but "I love you sweetheart for that and Jon loves you for it too. You're an amazing woman"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now guys, if your wife stops breast feeding don't think they'll enjoy it.  Trust me they will miss it. I won't claim that I understand what they go through or why they miss it but they do.  I only can say try to understand it and be there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sons is 9 months now and I'm sure he taught me more but I just can't seem to remember them now. All I know he is learning new things everyday and coming up with new ways to make me and my wife laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2416207802/" title="Guess who's all smiles by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2345/2416207802_041c3bdf51_m.jpg" alt="Guess who's all smiles" height="240" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2420899286/" title="Open wide and say ahhhh by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3224/2420899286_7d098b5001_m.jpg" alt="Open wide and say ahhhh" height="240" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2415400337/" title="Playing in the pool by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2415400337_a4697c422b_m.jpg" alt="Playing in the pool" height="240" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2437758755/" title="Jon smiling by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2317/2437758755_fbdb2dd24d_m.jpg" alt="Jon smiling" height="240" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/2418874986/" title="I'm looking at you by Sunhands, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/2418874986_c180df93de.jpg" alt="I'm looking at you" height="400" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it only been 9 months??..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-4425979812770178013?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' 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counting'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1414/1187893204_e5ee46ef29_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-913679580048568220</id><published>2007-09-15T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:42:07.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The birth of my first born.. comic style</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/1383731153/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1055/1383731153_149ba1573e.jpg" width="386" height="500" alt="Page_1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-6870370233019845686</id><published>2007-07-25T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T07:30:41.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anytime Now</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be a Dad really soon and I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/538069046/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1192/538069046_fcaf7ab276.jpg" width="500" height="324" alt="Hot Mama" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/867942125/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1428/867942125_882818f168.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="A Mother's Touch" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/868792586/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1008/868792586_9c0dbb03fd.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Waiting for the Arrival of Dot" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/862413327/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1099/862413327_62f92a3f4b.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Anytime Now" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/803265005/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1162/803265005_532eeb2eee.jpg" width="500" height="85" alt="The Growing DOT" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon DOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-6870370233019845686?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/6870370233019845686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=6870370233019845686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/6870370233019845686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/6870370233019845686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2007/07/anytime-now.html' title='Anytime Now'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1192/538069046_fcaf7ab276_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-3143378520168740117</id><published>2007-06-10T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:38:02.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years.. it not that long</title><content type='html'>If you say 10 years to someone there would saw wow, that's a long time.  Hey it's a decade and I won't blame them for saying that but I've had the best 10 years of my life and I would say it's too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th June 1997 when it all started.  My wife said yes and we started going out.  Star Wars was the movie we saw.  Yup the new master with special effects Star Wars is 10 years old now.  It was our first date and as they say the rest is history.  Good history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an amazing 10 years for me. We had our ups and downs (naturally, we no Brady Bunch ) but we are together forever, and happy.  I've grown so much from a hmmm not sure 21 year old to a confident 31 year old and I have my wife to that for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me what would I have done differently if I could change history, I would say nothing but I would have loved to stop any hurt, pain or sadness that she felt.  That would be the only thing I would change.  I won't change anything else for it might change the present and I love where me and my wife are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have  baby on the way and I know our love can only grow stronger from here and it makes me happy looking towards the future.  What can I say about the 10 years... AMAZING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/540029781/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1409/540029781_acb868bc20.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Our 10th Anniversary .... and still going strong" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-3143378520168740117?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/3143378520168740117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=3143378520168740117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/3143378520168740117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/3143378520168740117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-years-it-not-that-long.html' title='10 years.. it not that long'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1409/540029781_acb868bc20_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-116823252811577881</id><published>2007-01-08T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T13:06:35.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared and yet at the same time Over the Moon</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be a Dad.  Just saying that makes me smile.  I'm just so overrun by emotions.  I'm happy, excited, and at the same time scared.  I've been waiting to be a Dad for a long time and in either late July or early August,  I'm going to be one.  I don't know if it's a boy or girl but for now he/she is so small my wife and I are calling he/she "DOT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/340371371/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/340371371_70db5ba226.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="The apple of my eye" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain the pictures. First one is both the pregnancy test my wife did show the positive result.  Second is Dot's first photo. Third is the pendent I got for my wife for dot.  It's the apple of my eye (referring to both my wife and DOT).  And the forth picture is my beautiful wife.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the good news the first song that came to my mind was this song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fistud.free.fr%2Fradiofm%2Fsounds%2FBABYFACE%20-%20The%20Day.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it and hope my wife does too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I don't want to know the sex of DOT. A girl or A boy either way Dot is ours.  Okay before you ask, nope still haven't decided on a name yet.  Will keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I happy, are you kidding!!  I love kids and now I have someone who is one half my wife and one half me.  A person who is the product of our love.  A being put on this earth partly because of me. Someone I can take care of, love, guide &amp; nature.  Someone who hopefully sees me as a hero in there eyes as I see him/her as a precious gift from God entrusted to my wife and I to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why scared??  The answer is simple.  Can I do it??  My wife I know will be a great mother but what about me??  Will I be a good DAD. Show right from wrong.  Do right by DOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will know when I have Dot in my arms.  With my wife next to me I'm not afraid.... I know I can.  I must.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-116823252811577881?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/116823252811577881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=116823252811577881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/116823252811577881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/116823252811577881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2007/01/scared-and-yet-at-same-time-over-moon.html' title='Scared and yet at the same time Over the Moon'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/340371371_70db5ba226_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-116589790779922780</id><published>2006-12-12T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T11:46:46.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>streamyx vs maxis</title><content type='html'>I've been using streamyx broadband for a couple of years now, and I've not been at all satisfied with the connection that I've been getting. On the recommendation of a colleague, I'm trying out the maxis wireless broadband (there's a free 30 day trial period). The speed of maxis is comparable to what i get on a good streamyx day. But there's this little quirk. If i were to open up more than 2 tabs one after another on my browser, there would be no connection at all. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IT knowledge for Macs here in malaysia is pretty poor. All of the dudes who come to install my internet stuff do not know how to do so on a Mac. Useless i tell you, useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-116589790779922780?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/116589790779922780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=116589790779922780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/116589790779922780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/116589790779922780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2006/12/streamyx-vs-maxis.html' title='streamyx vs maxis'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-116247643616338592</id><published>2006-11-02T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T13:22:34.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello and See You Later</title><content type='html'>Today has been the extreme of emotions. I became an uncle again today.  A proud uncle to a beautiful baby girl.  Her name is Alex Xara Fernandez.  She was born today 2nd of November 2006 at 11am and she left us at the same time. It would be unfair to say that I barely knew her for she has been with us for 9 months but I do wish I could have gotten to know her better.  I know I couldn't have loved her more but I'm sure both me and my wife would have loved to be able to show it to her in other ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things always happen for a reason, but sometimes we are allowed to not accept it.  Acceptance will come when it suppose too I guess but sometimes you wish you had a road map too it. The journey begins today for me and my family.  All we can do is help guide each other to that destination. My dearest Xara, I know you will be there to help us along the way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/287398441/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/109/287398441_bbde8ba9c9.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="Alex Xara Fernandez" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-116247643616338592?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/116247643616338592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=116247643616338592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/116247643616338592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/116247643616338592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-and-see-you-later.html' title='Hello and See You Later'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-114594140750654759</id><published>2006-04-25T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:40:59.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes me happy???</title><content type='html'>I don't write often enough I believe but I'm going to try to.  I'm very strange, because although my job is to talk to millions of people, I don't seem to know how to communicate well.  Funny huh.&lt;br /&gt;Today I just wanted to tell you what makes me happy.  It's been the same thing for a long time now.  My beautiful wife's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/134642647/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/134642647_0d08d74b7a.jpg" width="490" height="490" alt="The Joy in My Life" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can brighten my day anytime. Anytime I'm down that's the best cure, but the funny thing is I'm so busy with work and it's brings me down sometime because I'm so tired, and by doing that I forget the simple thing that brings me most satisfaction.. her smile. So from this day forth I just want to make you smile &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sweetheart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;iLOVEyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-114594140750654759?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/114594140750654759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=114594140750654759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/114594140750654759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/114594140750654759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-makes-me-happy.html' title='What makes me happy???'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-113617503086185306</id><published>2006-01-02T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:08:35.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006,  what will it bring?</title><content type='html'>Another year to look forward too. What will it bring? What will I learn?  All these questions running in our heads.  Looking back at 2005, sometime I don't believe I've achieved the things I've done. It might not be big to some but it's huge in my life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing for me and my wife was buying out first home &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sixtyone/43747538/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/43747538_7f23925c98_t.jpg" width="75" height="100" alt="IMG_00661" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;Seeing it for the first time in May,&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sixtyone/41432307/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/41432307_4bc20486fd_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="whorehouse peach walls to be repainted" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sixtyone/43983251/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/43983251_5ecff9f539_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="soon-to-be wet kitchen" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sixtyone/43983250/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/43983250_1a4c97cb84_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="master bedroom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sixtyone/43983253/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/43983253_78fd75fb4d_s.jpg" width="75" height="75" alt="existing dry kitchen, future dining area" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to the renovations &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/55027453/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/55027453_ced672ceef_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Another wall bites the dust" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, then moving in December.  &lt;br /&gt;I remember starting 2005, I never thought we would be able to get ourselves a home.  I remember thinking about it, wishing for it but never imagine that it would be possible. Now I'm celebrating my first Christmas &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/72094357/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/72094357_e29710bba3_t.jpg" width="51" height="100" alt="Glowing" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in my new home with my wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back on 2005 I remember my first wedding anniversary. My first year in my new slot. The advancement in my career, learning new things, I can't wait to see what 2006 will bring for me and my wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-113617503086185306?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/113617503086185306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=113617503086185306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/113617503086185306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/113617503086185306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-what-will-it-bring.html' title='2006,  what will it bring?'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-113486691356111754</id><published>2005-12-18T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T08:48:33.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a year.</title><content type='html'>Today last year me and my wife were running around busy getting ready for the night.  A year has past now and we've moved in into our new home.  A lot has passed and has happened and I can't wait for more in the future.  I love you sweetheart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/12888370/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/9/12888370_976f996e00.jpg" width="500" height="338" alt="Our story starts" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/15046535/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/14/15046535_113ee12292.jpg" width="500" height="338" alt="000016" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/17356173/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/9/17356173_2b29cb5d37.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Our Day" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-113486691356111754?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/113486691356111754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=113486691356111754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/113486691356111754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/113486691356111754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-year.html' title='It&apos;s been a year.'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-113423624386422948</id><published>2005-12-11T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:37:23.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone</title><content type='html'>This year will be the first year my wife and I will be celebrating Christmas in out new home "61".  Just want to take this opportunity to wish everyone peace, love and joy.  Merry Christmas Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/72094357/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/72094357_e29710bba3.jpg" width="255" height="500" alt="Glowing" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunhands/72094235/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/72094235_6206e4b434.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Our Angel" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-113423624386422948?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/113423624386422948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=113423624386422948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/113423624386422948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/113423624386422948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-everyone_11.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-112475095573442909</id><published>2005-08-18T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T06:49:15.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Wait is over...</title><content type='html'>I've finally got the keys to my new home. My wife and I are so excited.  Still along way before we can move in but we can now be happy with the thought that we own a piece of land on this beautiful earth.  It's a brand new start to our lives and we can't wait to get started..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-112475095573442909?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/112475095573442909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=112475095573442909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/112475095573442909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/112475095573442909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2005/08/long-wait-is-over.html' title='The Long Wait is over...'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-111316954973191965</id><published>2005-04-04T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T05:45:49.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>t-I-eam</title><content type='html'>Stuck in a room where I don’t know what is going on, thinking it’s going to be a team building moment but ended a bash “me” day, and the crazy part was every one else knew about it except me.  It was surreal experience. I went through so many emotions in one short period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The opposition (my friends) was trying to put their point across in this “discussion” where they didn’t want to accept my feedback. Let just say it was suppose to be a day where everyone trashes out their problem that the team is going through, and everyone should be general about it.  How do we be general about it… point the finger at me and accusing me of not being a team player. Wow, “no specifics”. This is when the hurt sets in…followed by feeling confused, then defensive but I still heard them out.  These are my friends and colleagues. I was so blur at this point.  I thought a team was a group of people working towards a common goal.  So if I work hard for the “goal”, put in the hours, pour my heart and soul to achieving the goal isn’t that being a team player? Isn’t being there for anyone of the team members if they call on you for help being a team player? I tried to explain this point almost in tears but apparently those things don’t make me a team player. I was accused of being a snitch as well. Wow they really don’t know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, I found the two main players of the prosecution team amusing after awhile. Let me tell you of the first one.  He contradicted himself so much that it was funny. First he talked about himself being a great team player then turns around and says he’s doing it all for himself. Wow, a team player. He goes around with a guy who helps him and says I’ve got you back but on the same night kicks the person out of the room because he was busy. Wow what a team player. He goes on talking in circles and accusing me of not being a part of the team.  This point, I’m almost to the point of bursting out laughing but that would just be rude. I was accused of being insecure of my position at work, but my close friends would know the truth.  I was actually at one point in time, cocky about my position at work and what I had achieved. Well, I think the true story is that he is upset with my bosses and his position.  His agenda was against my position and why isn’t he getting enough credit and limelight for all the work he has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now comes the best part where I needed to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. Prosecutor number 2, she accused me of being artificial, of not being real. Let me tell you about this one.  She is one the most artificial person I’ve ever met.  I wanted to so much to say “Excuse me miss plastic, would you mind running through this card reader. Will that be master or visa?” but I didn’t, because all of them were in a different state of mind and wouldn’t want to listen to anything else. Now this girl goes on to say that I can’t be trusted. Hmmm coming from a person who I think will use you till she’s got what she wants then dump you like a ton of bricks (and it has happen twice already). Want to know her agenda in this, she is upset with my bosses about the position she is in.  She thinks she is bigger then the “goal” and is upset that me and my partner are in better positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you will ask why didn’t they attack your partner?? Ah, now that is a good one. My partner (my bro) is friends with them and shares his thoughts with them and that is a good thing.  I am glad for him and I would like to say “I’ve got your back, my brother, but you better watch your back because I really don’t trust these people”. My partner and I needed to work a few things out too. I had plan to do that on a weekend getaway with him but something came up and he couldn’t come, so I was planning to do that after this weekend because I know him well and how he will react to my comments, but then this whole incident happened.  I will speak to him and we will work it out.   I’m sure of that. We’ve been through a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, remember who our friends are. And if you’re wondering how the word “team” is spelt nowadays, it’s tIeam, because there is apparently a capital “I” in the word “team” to some people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-111316954973191965?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/111316954973191965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=111316954973191965' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/111316954973191965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/111316954973191965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2005/04/t-i-eam.html' title='t-I-eam'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-111068141842551850</id><published>2005-03-13T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T10:42:03.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is  irrelevant .. it's  what you do with it and the company</title><content type='html'>It’s been a busy 2 weeks at work for me. I came close to the point of melt down until my wife stepped in. This weekend was one of the best I’ve had.  My wife took me away to the place we love to relax. It was my birthday present and my wife made me feel like a king. As soon as we arrived at our destination I could already feel my stress leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos7.flickr.com/6352274_293bcece53_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot and nothing at the same time, and after this long vacation I feel all the stress gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/6352317_f8596cdba7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You my dear sweetheart.  How long was I away you may ask…. 1 week??? My boss won’t allow it.  3 days and 2 nights…. But it did feel like a week of relaxation with my wife, … in my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-111068141842551850?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/111068141842551850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=111068141842551850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/111068141842551850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/111068141842551850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2005/03/time-is-irrelevant-its-what-you-do.html' title='Time is  irrelevant .. it&apos;s  what you do with it and the company'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-110949984645753303</id><published>2005-02-27T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:38:13.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingredients for a good time</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Recently my company celebrated it’s 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a tiring party and was very hot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were loads of people there partying and yes I have to admit I was having fun, but it was more work than fun. The best part of the night was not at the party but later on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My wife and I along with a few friends decide to go some where to have a bite and some drinks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ended up in this place called Bull Dogs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It looked like a nice quiet pub so we sat down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided to have something to eat first before we have a drink.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know, everyone thinks that when you have drinks the party will be good… this time it was different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As soon as the food came out everyone forgot their drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5521137_06d2f0fcf2_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It goes to show, good food and good company, no matter where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You’ll have a great time.. I know I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-110949984645753303?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/110949984645753303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=110949984645753303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/110949984645753303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/110949984645753303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2005/02/ingredients-for-good-time.html' title='Ingredients for a good time'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-110846063700193699</id><published>2005-02-15T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T17:43:57.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas In February</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was Tuesday 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of February, 2005.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I received my Christmas present from my wife. She told me on Christmas what she was getting for me and that it’ll only come in&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a few months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m more then willing to wait for this present.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me introduce you to JiP (JJ’s iPod).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/4837331_7de70bf76d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It’s beautiful one of a kind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes one of a kind because this is from my wife. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the moment I have 654 songs on it…9346 more to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-110846063700193699?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/110846063700193699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=110846063700193699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/110846063700193699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/110846063700193699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2005/02/christmas-in-february.html' title='Christmas In February'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-110813946706260289</id><published>2005-02-12T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:42:12.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Come.... Easy Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What God gives, God can take away easily.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m talking about the phone I waited 2 months to get… and I lost within 2 weeks... bummer huh!!&lt;span style=""&gt; Lost it while I was chilling at Cyber View Lodge on my little get away with my wife. I remembered&lt;/span&gt; when I had the phone, I used to complained and looked at the things I didn't like about the phone, never looking at the things I liked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that I’ve lost my phone… I miss my good free phone…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but let’s look at the bigger picture here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We seem to take everything we have for granted.&lt;span style=""&gt; Never counting our blessings.  &lt;/span&gt;The water we drink, the electricity, the person lying next to you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s not just wait for a day like Valentine’s Day to show that you care and you’re glad you have the people you love next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-110813946706260289?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/110813946706260289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=110813946706260289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/110813946706260289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/110813946706260289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2005/02/easy-come-easy-go.html' title='Easy Come.... Easy Go'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-110604975835569336</id><published>2005-01-18T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T20:04:02.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait Is Over..</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The story begins last October. I was planning to buy a new mobile phone (because the one I was using can be put on display in a museum), so I went about looking at phones but never bought one... It was a scary thought to think you'll have to drop more then half of your months pay on something that is small and you can loose in a second... so I did what came to me naturally.. I procrastinated. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching football on ESPN and there is a game where you'll have to guess the man of the match for a particular game through SMS to win a phone. It's open to people all over &lt;st1:place&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt; but hey you never know even though sometimes I think "are they actually letting people win??" (That was back then).&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching the report after the game and the commentators giving the result of the man of the match. I was so excited about me guessing the right person that I didn't notice my name. My hands shot up into the air in triumph with the knowledge I was right and 2 seconds later I see my name there. Then it hits me... I won a phone. Yes you do know someone you actually won now..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I finally received my phone. It's a Nokia 7260 it was worth the wait, and if you're wondering what happen to my old phone... (the museum is calling, got to run)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-110604975835569336?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/110604975835569336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=110604975835569336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/110604975835569336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/110604975835569336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2005/01/wait-is-over.html' title='The Wait Is Over..'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-110534091831014297</id><published>2005-01-10T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T15:17:15.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year.. It's A New Bag</title><content type='html'>You know my wife recently celebrated her birthday... and guess what, she bought me a new laptop bag.. Yes her birthday... my new bag. I love my wife..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.flickr.com/3180164_172b56d85b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the coolest bag in the world. I LOVE the colour, I LOVE the way it looks and most importantly my wife got it for me.. What's new with you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-110534091831014297?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/110534091831014297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=110534091831014297' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/110534091831014297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/110534091831014297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-its-new-bag.html' title='A New Year.. It&apos;s A New Bag'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10007491.post-110520229086637980</id><published>2005-01-08T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T00:38:10.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wifey's Birthday</title><content type='html'>It was the 5th of January. As usual I am awake by 4.45am cause I have to be in the office at 5.30am. I wish I was at home so that I can be there when my wife wakes up but.... It was the first time I'll be celebrating my Sweethearts birthday as Husband and Wife. I was going to make this day special even though I was not there at home beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it all planned... I reached the office and left her a message on the phone, you know the I Love You's and also a little Birthday song. Then next I sent her an E-Card cause I know she will be checking her email. So far everything going as plan. Work starts and I had more planned. I ordered some flowers from blooming.com.my and asked for an early morning delivery. This is where the problems starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Wednesday is the longest day of my life. Besides working on air I have to shoot till about 4.00pm, so I though the flowers will be there when she is sitting at home reading the papers as usual cause I know she's got lunch plans. So as soon as I finish my show I call these "blooming Idiots" to confirm my order. They assure me everything is running as plan. I walk into my shoot with a smile on my face knowing my wife will be surprised and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3084667_fd50827850_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I break for lunch I give my wife a call.... after a few minutes of talking, I'm thinking "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey no mention of the flowers... I don't think it's there yet&lt;/span&gt;".  So as soon as I hang up on my wife I call these "blooming Idiots" and guess what... "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry sir, the flowers are not there yet.  Don't worry it'll be there before 1.30pm&lt;/span&gt;" and I'm thinking "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they better&lt;/span&gt;" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, then more shooting and I'm headed back home to do some work before I see my wife. My wife is out for lunch with her friends. When I get home I don't see the flowers. I see a big ribbon on the table and I think "that's odd". I give these "blooming Idiots" a call again and they say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes sir the flowers have been delivered&lt;/span&gt;". I smile knowing my wife would have been surprised and happy and is now holding the flowers beaming. I do my work and rush to hug my wife. When I see her I hug her wish her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetheart &lt;/span&gt;and ask her about the message. She smiles. I ask her about the E-Card and I get another smile. I hid a birthday card in her iBook bag and she found it. I LOVE my wife's smile. It's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3084654_30e3299d9c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then my plan goes down hill from here... I ask her about the flowers.... "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What flowers??&lt;/span&gt;" she replied.  The dreaded words..  What has these "blooming Idiots" done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call these "blooming Idiots" to F#*!! them up and cancel the order because by now the surprise has just been flushed down the drain. The say it is already near my house. So I say no.. I want the flowers delivered to where I'm having dinner which is only 10 minutes away fromwhere I live. This is 7.30pm and they say OK. We head off to dinner and wait for the flowers.... Guess what time the "blooming Idiots" finally get the flowers to my wife, 8.30pm. A full 12 hours from the time I wished she would receive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3084646_4487c3e3ea_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved the flowers and I knew she would.  I just wished it would have been there earlier.&lt;br /&gt;So to the "blooming Idiots" , thanks and no thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10007491-110520229086637980?l=sunhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/feeds/110520229086637980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10007491&amp;postID=110520229086637980' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/110520229086637980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10007491/posts/default/110520229086637980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunhands.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-wifeys-birthday.html' title='My Wifey&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>sunhands</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09720954602912617312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos3.flickr.com/2495477_cd73f84edf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
