<?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-7282234577184866276</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:35:38.678+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Into My World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-330792472792997864</id><published>2009-04-23T13:27:00.026+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:55:09.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Pause</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been super busy!. Doing so much, thinking so much...stress!!. Time of moving is already next weekend. I am still doing my full swing packing everyday.


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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before  pushing the button.... just wanna share some photos from our weekend getaway. With some Sabahan and Sarawakian friends living in Germany and Holland last week. I had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;
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All the best and God bless! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-330792472792997864?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/330792472792997864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/04/taking-pause.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/330792472792997864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/330792472792997864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/04/taking-pause.html' title='Taking a Pause'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SfDUpsO9SgI/AAAAAAAABRQ/NxwYPK47BSw/s72-c/2898_95030091128_637196128_2233371_6325485_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-4535923660923926336</id><published>2009-04-12T23:36:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:13:43.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Its too loud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My next door neighbour is partying full swing right now.  The music is sooooooo loud, I feel my wall is vibrating, they´re talking and laughing making my whole house  trembling. Their dog barking like crazy. My time showing 1 a.m. At this time they should ensure that their music turned down to enable neighbours to enjoy their evening in peace, especially when it comes to them getting a good night sleep.  It has been a long and tiring day for my family, my boys really need good sleep, I will hate it if they´re be disturbed, crying and awaked because I need a rest and quiet time too. Its annoying,  the extreme noise make it unbearable for me  to be in my own home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I remember when we celebrated new year, we wanted to have karoeke session and small gathering at home, hubby went and visit our closest neighbours, those who live next door, to tell them we were going to have party, it could be loud. Just to show some respects to neighbours.  Tapi jiran yg satu ni..buat macam tida tau saja that we might be affected by their noise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is not the first time, they throw parties many times. They keep us awake all night without notifying us that they would have a party..but we have been very patient towards them, we refraint ourselves from knocking their door or calling the police...Anyone with half a brain would have managed to reach that conclusion on their  own. Paham2 lah kan, kitaorang punya rumah ni malakat to each other...ndak payah labah dikasih tau what to do kan..bukan budak2 lagi...kalau dia takana jiran yang sangat strict, habis pintu durang kana ketuk or they get a visit from either local  environmental health department or maybe the police.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;

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Happy Easter! Buona Pasqua! Frohe Ostern!

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Here celebrating Easter mesti ada chocolate eggs. For children especially the symbol and great joy of Easter is the Easter egg and Easter handycrafting. Masa ni payah butul mau tahan iman sebab Chocolates berlambak-lambak di Supermarkets. Menggoda betul :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

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May Your Easter be filled with joy and inspiration for the Lord Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-3220397347222571913?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/3220397347222571913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/04/frohe-osternhappy-easter.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3220397347222571913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3220397347222571913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/04/frohe-osternhappy-easter.html' title='Frohe Ostern/Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/Sd_D8rSGtEI/AAAAAAAABPY/-54LhmLv-A8/s72-c/DSC06565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-5535921138012234033</id><published>2009-04-09T09:47:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:36:09.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just read an amazing article this morning after I turned on my PC and I thought its nice to share this in my blog. Personally, I find this as an amazing stuff to read on this Holy Thursday. After reading, I realized its so amazing how God´s goodness works through the people He uses. Someone said before, "There just aren´t good people in the world anymore", he was wrong. Today I disagreed!. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we were brought up to do right thing and live by the golden rule, I think overall, most people ARE good. I believe that if we do good things, the favor is returned to us someday:) I believe there are still honest people out there who do care. I think if more people would just be a little bit kinder, there is less conflict in this world, and everybody would be much happier.

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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;LOS ANGELES – As she walked from a post office, Talon Curtis thought she'd found one of those gimmicky sweepstakes offers on the ground that scream something like "$357,959.55" in big bold letters and "This is not a real check" in much smaller type. But just as she was about to do her part for a cleaner planet and deliver the paper from the parking lot to a trash can, she noticed it was a real cashier's check with a real signature.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;"I couldn't believe it. I almost passed out," Curtis, who works as a loan negotiator, told The Associated Press on Wednesday. "I have never seen a check that big. Not in my possession, anyway."

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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;"I think she had walked in at the same time the bank manager called me back," Curtis said. "I could hear her walking up to him. and I could hear all this commotion in the background."

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Curtis said she spoke briefly with the woman on the phone about a possible meeting, but Pacific Mercantile Bank instructed her to mail the check to them instead.

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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;"I just wanted to see her face," Curtis said, laughing. "I just wanted to let her know that there are honest people left in this world."
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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty darn cool huh? What do you think?
How do you repay someone for such kindness? I wouldn't even know where to begin thanking this kind person! I'm so thrilled. It's nice to hear stories like that..kind of restores your faith in people.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a blessed Holy Thursday Everyone. God bless!.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-5535921138012234033?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/5535921138012234033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/04/honest.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5535921138012234033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5535921138012234033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/04/honest.html' title='Honest'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-6792620575800654662</id><published>2009-04-05T23:56:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:18:01.622+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotong Royong</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here in Germany, it is a stunning, warm spring for almost 2 weeks now. (about 18 - 20°C). The sun shining, birds chirping, flowers blooming. It feels so wonderful.

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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were devoting our last weekend doing gotong royong at our new house, making use of the glorious weather. At first hubby said he can managed by himself, but I insisted on giving him my helping hands. Mengalah juga boss. We have actually done a lot in two days. We managed to paint several rooms of the house and doing some scrubbing, because some parts of the wall are uneven. Paint, scrub and repainted...banyak kerja. Laki saya ni rajin buat kerja but not tidy, the tools and stuff are everywhere, the place is pretty messy so I was busy doing the dustcleaning, vacumm and mopped the floor. The dust really made me sneezing thousand times, 10 kali vacuum pun still dusty. I would like to have the cleaning and stuff finished in 3 weeks time so we can start move some of our stuff in.


&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our boys made themselves busy playing in sanpit outside the house for several hours. In between they played with our neighbours 4 yo twins. They started making new friends. Yess!. They´re so happy. I just had to cubuk from inside once in a while making sure they´re not out of my sight. Leher pun macam leher jiraffe balik2 tengok luar jendela haha...

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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was happy I managed to help a bit, walaupun setakat kerja mengecat pisuk pisuk, door and window frames and cleaning but still by end of the day I was exchausted juga haha...just not used to this kind of manual labor. I think boss pun happy with my help. Nanti tolong lagi kaa...:) I’m just happy with the way our job turned out, I love looking at our white walls, the interior look so bright now, before, they´re grey and boring...We will continue our job during Easter break soon. Just hope the nice weather will stay as it is now.
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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Till next update...see ya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-6792620575800654662?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/6792620575800654662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotong-royong.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6792620575800654662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6792620575800654662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotong-royong.html' title='Gotong Royong'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-8584236515239409442</id><published>2009-04-02T13:34:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:21:15.081+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerana Boring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was quite productive last weekend, I have been baking and frying:)  I am not a good baker by any means, but I am glad if I can follow instructions in German pretty good. Actually it´s nice to try so many German´s cake recipies but I never have the chance to go round with it because usually hubby is the cake baker in the family, always and love doing it for us, but this time, he has no time for baking at all, so I am taking over his baking job, sambil2 mau try skill hehe.. :-
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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday evening was quite boring last week. I like watching Deutschland Such Dem Superstar (Germany´s Idol bah) every Saturday at 8 pm. I never miss watching this programme but ngam2 our tv mogok pula. Yah, dulu fridge this time tv pula...Sebal gue!. Something wrong with the cable for the receiver. I didn´t know how to fix it, didn´t want to fiddle around with so many cables behind the tv set, nanti tambah rosak pula...hubby was not at home, kids end up watching video so I made myself busy in the kitchen baking this....

I made Cheese cake with Peach fruit in it...Jadi juga and the taste was not so bad hehe...
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&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320069505298442226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SdSvBzOzp_I/AAAAAAAABOA/otmGY4FOEPM/s320/DSC06531.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I was feeling motivated after the success of my Cheese cake so I decided to make Donuts the next day, the boys were overjoy, they are donuts lovers and have been asking for Donuts for weeks. They enjoy it if they can be involved in rolling dough and playing flour. Sabar saja mama durang ni cleaning the mess afterwards. I tell you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320072025847496338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SdSxUhAh_pI/AAAAAAAABOI/1ZuXO8eRgb0/s320/DSC06535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320072423352617122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SdSxrp1IyKI/AAAAAAAABOQ/o61x3ubMS8I/s320/DSC06536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320072735630643010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SdSx91KBT0I/AAAAAAAABOY/kgVtne5v8mE/s320/DSC06552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320073051166870898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SdSyQMnuDXI/AAAAAAAABOg/KLlDgWBCFPI/s320/DSC06532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
For the Donuts, it was quite a fast process, no recipe needed, pakai instant packet saja. Just add egg and warm milk, pour in the bowl and mix....next step, roll the dough into Donut shape and fry them in a lot of oil, this is the part yang saya malas ---- menggoreng :( I hate cleaning the oil later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

Those sweet stuff last us for a few days. They´re great for breakfast, tea time or snack during the day. It was exactly enough to satisfy our craving for a while.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-8584236515239409442?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/8584236515239409442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/04/kerana-boring.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8584236515239409442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8584236515239409442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/04/kerana-boring.html' title='Kerana Boring!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SdSuu6uzfAI/AAAAAAAABN4/uf2emhWd08w/s72-c/DSC06526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-5959109761792686045</id><published>2009-03-30T14:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:15:50.579+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Broken Fridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ah-ah!! Damn fridge! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah! Well, our fridge was broken. It decided to stop working just after I filled it up, just after I did big foodstuff shopping..yeah great!.I felt like kicking it and bin it because some food has gone to garbage. What a waste!. Ini yang bikin malas ni disaat2 kita memerlukan..dia hangkang pula. Not sure of the problem, hubby didn´t care to find out, carry and have it repaired!. Its not worth having it repaired, beli baru lebih murah dari harga repair:( We lived a few days without fridge, rasa macam hidup di zaman batu saja. Hubby opted for trying life without a fridge until we move but I disagree with him, I cannot imagine living without fridge event for a while.


&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The old fridge of ours didn´t live as long as people...I know, but I think it died at young age...Its only 3 yrs old. The warranties already went down hill..:(

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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But haiyah, I just need a working fridge in the house now. I don´t want to walk everyday to the supermarket and butcher to buy fresh food although they´re only within walking distance. I need the juice to stay cold, the food and veges stay fresh, the butter stay solid for my family. Kalau saya ok saja ni, cincai one, bukan tida biasa but my family needs fresh milk everyday and they need fresh ham and cheese for sandwiches to tapau for work or school. I hate thinking to risk throwing out food that goes bad before we get a chance to eat it. Betul kan.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So mau tida mau, I had to consider for a new one. I checked around and got one of the cheapest small fridge. Cost me 130 Euro for that new little cooling monster. Thanks a lot!. Masa beli tu mau cuba lagi tawar tawar tapi malangnya tida dapat, that´s the lowest price sudah. Cilaks!. I am just happy with the new stuff!. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-5959109761792686045?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/5959109761792686045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-broken-fridge.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5959109761792686045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5959109761792686045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-broken-fridge.html' title='My Broken Fridge'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-4689097122331352406</id><published>2009-03-28T11:05:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:18:17.694+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/Sc4CbODmFwI/AAAAAAAABNw/U-hmGc-sQ1c/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318190876624033538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/Sc4CbODmFwI/AAAAAAAABNw/U-hmGc-sQ1c/s320/clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not really posting this for anyone but myself, since this is something I screw up every single year. But hey, if either one of the two people who read this thing forgot, well...here's a little reminder. Don´t forget to set your clocks tonight in case your do not observe Daylight Saving Time.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since we're approaching Spring, that means we will "spring ahead" and set our clocks ahead one hour. It's supposed to take place at 2 am tonight, but the easy thing to do is just setting the clock just before going to bed tonight. Then when you get up in the morning all will be right with the world. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll tell you this...I don't like DST. I don’t like shifting the clock around. Most people don´t. Majority of Germans against DST. For me, I find its tough to get up while it’s still dark and cold early morning. For family with small kids like us lagi susah, coz time change is very difficult for the children, it takes a few days to a week for them to adjust. But I am glad having extra daylight hours, everyone appreciates this, it´s easy to plan outdoor activities with family, kids are happy can stay longer playing outside after the depressing winter evenings.

&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So don't forget to adjust your clocks. Have a nice weekend :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-4689097122331352406?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/4689097122331352406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/03/tick-tock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4689097122331352406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4689097122331352406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/03/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/Sc4CbODmFwI/AAAAAAAABNw/U-hmGc-sQ1c/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-3575040280609400785</id><published>2009-03-26T14:11:00.027+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:16:17.952+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden´s view</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Garden´s view but there is no flower in the garden yet hehe...(tida tau apa tajuk mau taruh :) 

The guy just completed putting tiles in the guest toilet, hall way, kitchen and bathroom. They look great, very neat. I am in love with my new hobby room (the kitchen). Looks bright and spacy. My new dish washer and oven have arrived and soon will be installed once the cabinets delivered hopefully soon. Can´t wait to see.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We only had very little problem, the bathroom, obviously some tiles were not cut smoothly, some edges were damaged, macam kena gigit tikus..tida rata, I was not very happy, I specially love the tiles that I have chosen for the bathroom and really want them to be well done. Susah mau pilih tiles dulu oh..The worker promised to replace new tiles, hubby said okay only if he doesn´t make it worst. I quite pity him, that means double job for him, but what to do, business is business kan, good service, good money, we are on the same side. We want to have good bathroom. Despite the minor mistake, we still quite happy with the worker, he took time to clean up and left our house in fine shape and he did a good job with scheduling to suit our desires.


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After every working hours hubby works hard putting wooden floors in the bedrooms. He is doing a great job there in spite of low skill (harap boss tia baca ni). There is a saying, perfect practice makes perfect. The floors will done after some refinishing. At least we save a few hundred Euros in putting flooring. Skilled labour is very expensive to hire. A plumber still busy installing bathtub and toilet bowl in the bathroom. (Hubby cannot do this job). Soon painting and flooring in the living room will follow, still a bit more have to be done before the removal, oh I hope we can keep our schedule. How I wish I can help doing mini task like painting kah, but susah bah nobody looking after my two crazy hypers. If they´re around there is nothing much can be done. Mengacau bah.


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some latest photos (still from the outside hehe) which I took when I finally managed to step on the ground where our future garden and terrace are. Dulu tia buli pijak..licak.



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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317485716868081394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ScuBFhQipvI/AAAAAAAABNY/VSfXKIetjQ4/s320/IMG_5574.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In front of the glass doors will be our terrace and garden one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317488625151950386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ScuDuzdcvjI/AAAAAAAABNg/vfxhvXVAHiE/s320/IMG_5571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kyle is standing on the ground where we plan to build carpot and garage one day. Can see our future neighbour has started building at the same time. They´re building brick house and will be moving in soon too :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317489985367062114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ScuE9-qANmI/AAAAAAAABNo/5sx0xS_QPsw/s320/IMG_5573.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The entrance for this house is at the side..konon-konon good for Fengshui hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-3575040280609400785?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/3575040280609400785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/03/gardens-view.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3575040280609400785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3575040280609400785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/03/gardens-view.html' title='Garden´s view'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ScuBFhQipvI/AAAAAAAABNY/VSfXKIetjQ4/s72-c/IMG_5574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-2425349100952556274</id><published>2009-03-19T14:35:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:29:11.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Selingan</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our move is still a couple weeks off. I begin my daunting and tedious task of sorting out stuff and my operation packing. I would go around the house to each room and start packing. Oh my, we really have so much stuff, valuable and unvaluable... Sometimes, I just don't know where to begin. I can't pack the clothes, I don't know what we'll need over the next couple weeks. I can't pack dishes, or kids toys. Packing has got to be one of the most stressful things you will ever do (*Sigh*). I've never enjoyed packing!. I went through all the junks we have in this house, and get rid of all the unwanted items...tapi macam masih juga betimbun. Today still packing, I have done 3 big boxes and cleaning, Lega!. now I just need a little break, I decide to sit down and blog..:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;




&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Sunday the hungry bears (my boys bah) were craving for cake. They have been asking for donuts and muffins..So kesian, betul betul craving haha. So I baked them a cake last Sunday. We´re lucky I still had enough ingredients, Sunday, all shops are closed, cannot run to buy stuff..I couldn´t locate my weighing baking scale, rupanya sudah masuk dalam kotak! laaarrr...but I gave it a try main agak agak saja. Much to my surprise, the cake turned out quite good LOL. Light and fluffy. The cake was ready, hungry bears asked for whipped cream, but I had no more energy to do it...so here is my simple lemon cake for our Sunday tea time :) sila lah....




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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With or Without cream, my younger bear still enjoying the cake hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314900112523195826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ScJRfieg9bI/AAAAAAAABNQ/FuLnv5wRLVY/s320/DSC06466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My break is over...time to continue my packing although I am not really in the mood...malas bah! plus the big bear cannot wait to take over this pc from me .. Have a nice day!. If I am rajin this weekend, I will make some muffins...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-2425349100952556274?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/2425349100952556274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/03/selingan.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2425349100952556274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2425349100952556274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/03/selingan.html' title='Selingan'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ScJQ5prWrRI/AAAAAAAABNA/LQEboHxuAnE/s72-c/DSC06468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-7699275223630716552</id><published>2009-03-02T09:10:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:31:06.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Toskana</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We visited our "New Baby" yesterday and i fall in love again LOL. When i stood in my new living room yesterday, my head was already pondering about decorating and sprucing up our home. Tia abis abis labah kan...:)


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took a few photos of the outside again yesterday. I wanted to make a few angles caption outside tapi tida dapat...my trainers tekubur...its still very muddy in the surrounding after the long wet winter so i only managed to take these..these pictures look more clear as the days are getting longer and brighter nowadays.


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once the interior completed, I will give you all a house tour. I know you all have heard me say this before, but when I look at the house standing there alone tanpa tuan rumah, I am getting more excited about moving and all the adventures ahead!. I wish I could fast forward through the moving part and start make our new house feel like home. Tia sabar-sabar oh kan hehehe..

Now, i better go and do some shopping, my fridge is empty :) LOL....Thanks for checking on me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;



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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SauV442Dp0I/AAAAAAAABMI/HIQaEtfMi4s/s1600-h/IMG_5539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308501390350591810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SauV442Dp0I/AAAAAAAABMI/HIQaEtfMi4s/s320/IMG_5539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have a nice Monday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-7699275223630716552?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/7699275223630716552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/03/toskana-house.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7699275223630716552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7699275223630716552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/03/toskana-house.html' title='My Toskana'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SauXX1JrdTI/AAAAAAAABMY/e7bi7TtWjV8/s72-c/IMG_5540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-6423441862341355084</id><published>2009-02-28T11:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:53:19.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was So Cold Outside!</title><content type='html'>I experienced the hardest/coldest winter in this land a month ago. Thats the toughest winter in my life since I step my feet in this land 9 years ago. We were socked with subzero temperatures and have turned into a teeth-chattering misery for more than 3 weeks.



That was one of Germany´s coldest winters in 100 years. Cuba bayangkan. Temperatures fell as low as minus 25 degrees Celsius. The country is covered in a spectacular sheet of snow and ice. Everyday we were bundled up with four layers of clothes whenever we go out.




During the brutal weather I really miss the constant Malaysia´s hot weather. I am suck in adjusting to cold weather. I am kinda fed up with this long and cold winter..





When it was extremely cold, everywhere freezing, this is how we spent our weekend on the frozen lakes....main slide.



&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307477044925806018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SafyQIxXtcI/AAAAAAAABLI/ebYfBgJM3AM/s320/IMG_5269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307476682397834194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/Safx7CP929I/AAAAAAAABLA/9o07-fJzdsI/s320/IMG_5277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
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I am hoping the weather will get milder soon. I think everyone is looking forward to Spring and forget about subzero temperatures and record snowfall experienced over the past weeks. I miss getting back to the terrace and enjoying some warm weather and those grew views back to colours...

I am just happy this weekend we´re going to have Spring weather..temperature will be up to 13 degrees with lots of sunshine..I hope it will stay like that..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-6423441862341355084?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/6423441862341355084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-cold-outside.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6423441862341355084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6423441862341355084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-cold-outside.html' title='It Was So Cold Outside!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SafyQIxXtcI/AAAAAAAABLI/ebYfBgJM3AM/s72-c/IMG_5269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-6660140714417202556</id><published>2009-02-28T11:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:54:04.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning..the present</title><content type='html'>Actually, as far as we’re concerned, the house is pretty close to perfect (at least the inside). Honestly, I am so happy. The house functions just the way we dreamed it would. All good though, and we've made it to the milestone. If all goes according to plan we should be moving in April/May. Hubby and I are a little more realistic and we will be happy if it happens before the Summer.

At the moment, I have a long list to think about, a lot of things that I need to sort out before moving into a new place. I wish to get help to make this tiring process a little easy. Mau start packing but don´t know where to start. Pening kepala mau fikir tambah lagi with these two soldiers..

I didn´t manage to blog about the step by step building progress as I promised earlier as life behind the puter is always occupied with so many things:)

Here are the beginning and the present building situations of our house.

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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bodenplatte (Foundation for the basement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307601344860654770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SahjTWHODLI/AAAAAAAABLY/9S7FZZrg4xQ/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Setting up the Keller (Basement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307601790448911026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SahjtSDvQrI/AAAAAAAABLg/v6CcBpXmKWU/s320/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the keller (Basement)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307472575441364114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SafuL-pPZJI/AAAAAAAABKI/SIkkGG7PdoI/s320/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Filling up soil around the basement.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307602474536681554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SahkVGe-QFI/AAAAAAAABLo/UJFEBNfvxiY/s320/IMG_0786.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two big windows for the room in the basement and setting up the 1st floor (Living room and kitchen)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307473038599130162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/Safum8CqDDI/AAAAAAAABKQ/lmW_I9NbNDg/s320/DSC05107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and top floor (bedrooms and bathroom)&lt;/span&gt;


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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our new born house when its grey..
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&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307469682909200642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SafrjnH1QQI/AAAAAAAABJ4/bC1yTHk2AL8/s320/IMG_0876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it snowed and bright.. the scaffolding are still standing until the house is painted hopefully in Spring.
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&lt;p&gt;We look forward to a new beginning..I hope to share more soon...:)
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-6660140714417202556?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/6660140714417202556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginningthe-present.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6660140714417202556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6660140714417202556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginningthe-present.html' title='The beginning..the present'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SahixeDq9EI/AAAAAAAABLQ/ofXqsZ0TYwI/s72-c/IMG_0461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-4286267014119838670</id><published>2009-02-27T16:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:51:37.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinder Fasching</title><content type='html'>Fasching (Carnival) season was here again. In case you ask, Fasching is a time of wild fancy-dress parties and costume-balls, which are open to the public. Carnival reaches its climax in big street processions with elaborately decorated floats.

This yearly event celebrated in Germany on Jan. 31 through Feb. 5. Every year I dress my boys up when this event comes as they´re celebrating Fasching in their kindergarden. This year Kenneth requested to be dressed up as a Sailor, unfortunately we couldn´t find the costume, he end up dressing up as a clown...but he enjoyed being a clown. Kyle became a little pirate this year. He was wearing Kenneth´s costume for the last years so I save some euros from buying :)


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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SafwWEcZV3I/AAAAAAAABKo/ItzSSj22p1c/s1600-h/IMG_5457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307474947820050290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SafwWEcZV3I/AAAAAAAABKo/ItzSSj22p1c/s320/IMG_5457.jpg" 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/7282234577184866276-4286267014119838670?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/4286267014119838670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/kinder-fasching.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4286267014119838670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4286267014119838670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/kinder-fasching.html' title='Kinder Fasching'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SahtHIjvRNI/AAAAAAAABL4/Vonp6xbcI7o/s72-c/kindy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-349347379361589788</id><published>2009-02-23T01:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:05:34.602+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MeMe by Joan</title><content type='html'>MeMe - Tagged by Joan
Joan tagged me with this MeMe tag, so here I am going to do this tag as requested :) Sorry Joan took me ages to do it...but better than never kan hehehe...

Two names you go by
1. Luth
2. Rosina (inilah nama sia yg sebenarnya keke)

Two things you are wearing right now
1. Long Pajama
2. Socks (mau pigi tidur sudah baini :)

Two things you want very badly at the moment
1. A lap top!
2. $$$$$

Two things you did last night just before bed
1. Surfing the net
2. Watching tv

Two things you ate today
1. Pancakes
2. My homemade Singapore Chicken Rice

Two people you just spoke with
1. My mom
2. My brother (other than my hubby and my boys)

Two things you are doing tomorrow
1. Will be returning Cds, Vcds and some books at the library.
2. Will be doing groceries shopping (our fridge is empty already).

Two longest car rides
1. Drove to Holland (10 Hrs..because we were lost, that time we had no nagivation).
2. Drove to Switzerland, Italy for holidays (maximum only 6 hours).

Two favourite beverages
1. Green Tea (good for health mah)
2. Kopi Tenom.



Hmmm I don´t know who to tag this....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-349347379361589788?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/349347379361589788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/meme-by-joan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/349347379361589788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/349347379361589788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/meme-by-joan.html' title='MeMe by Joan'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-7223417946750449758</id><published>2009-02-22T22:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:15:52.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag By Phil</title><content type='html'>Thanks Phil for the Tag:) took me quite sometimes to do it...panat mau fikir but its fun!.

Here it goes...

Rules:

It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours and tag 10 people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real. Nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy or girl name question.

Have fun!

1. What is your name: &lt;strong&gt;Luth &lt;/strong&gt;
2. A four letter word: &lt;strong&gt;Live&lt;/strong&gt;
3. A boy's name: &lt;strong&gt;Lorenzo&lt;/strong&gt;
4. A girl's name: &lt;strong&gt;Lindsey &lt;/strong&gt;
5. An occupation: &lt;strong&gt;Lecturer &lt;/strong&gt;
6. A colour: &lt;strong&gt;Lilac &lt;/strong&gt;
7. Something you wear: &lt;strong&gt;Lip Gloss&lt;/strong&gt;
8. A food: &lt;strong&gt;Lobster&lt;/strong&gt;
9. Something found in the bathroom: &lt;strong&gt;Lotion
&lt;/strong&gt;10. A place: &lt;strong&gt;London &lt;/strong&gt;
11. A reason for being late: &lt;strong&gt;Long Travel&lt;/strong&gt;
12. Something you shout: &lt;strong&gt;Look Out!&lt;/strong&gt;
13. A movie title: &lt;strong&gt;Licence to kill
&lt;/strong&gt;14. Something you drink: &lt;strong&gt;Lemon Fizz
&lt;/strong&gt;15. A musical group: &lt;strong&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/strong&gt;
16. A street name:&lt;strong&gt; Lilien Strasse (In Schwandorf)
&lt;/strong&gt;17. A type of car: &lt;strong&gt;Lamburgini
&lt;/strong&gt;18. A song title: &lt;strong&gt;Let It Be- The Beatles&lt;/strong&gt;
19. A verb: &lt;strong&gt;Laugh!&lt;/strong&gt;

Now I am gonna tag hhmm....&lt;a href="http://mylife-mythings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ida&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sultana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Syari,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycolourfullittleworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kuchingnite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rose &lt;/a&gt;....I will have a look at yours later okay..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-7223417946750449758?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/7223417946750449758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-by-phil.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7223417946750449758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7223417946750449758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-by-phil.html' title='Tag By Phil'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-2512334517552639859</id><published>2009-02-14T22:54:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:39:04.822+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession Romance</title><content type='html'>My Valentines is just another Saturday. I stayed home and went shopping with my boys. Hubby had to sacrifice our Valentines Day to do some urgent jobs in the new house. It has to be done because we are trying the best we can to complete the house and keep our removal schedule (will blog about this later). We agreed not to do anything for gift or dining out this year. But Valentines day does matter to us, first thing in the morning already exchanged wishes, hugs and kisses ::)) cukuplah kan kekeke...
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;While hubby is working hard on our future ness, our future shelter...I made a little cheap treat at home. As a token of love (konon lah keke), I fixed hubby´s favourite dinner. For me, Valentine´s day is a great opportunity to have some family fun!. My boys crafted Valentine´s card for their dad, but I had my name on it too...One of the cutest things they have done. I was touched!. We made muffins, they helped me to decorate with candy hearts.

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is the best way spending Valentines instead of splurging money on chocolates, flowers or jewellery especially now when we are facing recession.

&lt;div&gt;Our gift to each other was a quiet evening together in our home (tinguk tv sambil minum wine hehe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hope you had a fun Valentine´s day :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-2512334517552639859?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/2512334517552639859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/recession-romance.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2512334517552639859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2512334517552639859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/recession-romance.html' title='Recession Romance'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SZlg-0z4P4I/AAAAAAAABIo/vRVunLZB2YU/s72-c/DSC06255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-497787842703491568</id><published>2009-02-13T23:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:44:44.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine´s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SZX3o3ZX0jI/AAAAAAAABIg/elMZwyb73uE/s1600-h/valentines-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302416417735823922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SZX3o3ZX0jI/AAAAAAAABIg/elMZwyb73uE/s320/valentines-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Friendship is a wondrous thing;
There's so much happiness it can bring.
I’m really glad that you’re my friend,
And I hope our friendship will never end.


Happy Valentines Day friends and to all bloggers out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy this special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-497787842703491568?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/497787842703491568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/497787842703491568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/497787842703491568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine´s Day'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SZX3o3ZX0jI/AAAAAAAABIg/elMZwyb73uE/s72-c/valentines-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-5838760704376113399</id><published>2009-02-07T22:46:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:45:53.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag : Why do I love my husband?</title><content type='html'>Thanks Dora for this Tag. It´s not easy for me to promote something I feel embarrassed about but it's nice to take stock every once in a while and remember what a blessing he is in my life, to reflect on him, and why I choose to love him.

Why do I love my husband?

1) He includes me when it comes to opinions and decisions. I feel important:)

2) He fixes breakfast, cooking meals, baking cakes (sometimes) for family on the weekend (Sat &amp;amp; Sunday).

3) We put our boys in bed, do nightly stories, and most important, prayer time every single night together.

4) He is humble, patient, calm, understanding, faithful and very down to earth..what more I can ask for?

5) He is a wonderful and loving dad to our sons. He devotes so much time and effort to our boys. I admire his full commitment. I see happiness in his eyes when they give him hugs and kisses, when they call for him. Especially when they run to him and throw their arms around his neck when he comes home from work.

6) He shares housework with me...doing dirty work, cleaning, doing the laundry, etc.

7) He never forget my birthday and our anniversaries.

8) He accepts my weaknesses, encourage me and lead me the way to improvement.

9) When fighting he always the first one to say sorry...He still loves and forgive me inspite of my fault.

10) He listen  when I talk, value what I talk and always offers me advice. He is my best friend.

11) He is always concern about my happiness.

12) He never expect my perfection. He loves and accept me for what I am.

13) He has sacrificed a lot for our boys and me. Bless his heart.

14) He is always there for me and my boys no matter what.

15) He compliment my cooking, my creativity and how I raise our boys.

16) He supports me in anything and everything I do.

17) He sticks for me and the boys, stands up to us, and defends us.

18) He is working hard for the family. Making sure we have what we need, food, clothes, $$$, good shelter etc.

I am blessed having him as my hubby and dad to our boys. I deeply admire and respect him. I look forward to the future. He is a Godsent.

Thanks for listening…

I am not going to tag anyone..if you´re reading this, like to do it, go ahead:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-5838760704376113399?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/5838760704376113399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-why-do-i-love-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5838760704376113399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5838760704376113399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-why-do-i-love-my-husband.html' title='Tag : Why do I love my husband?'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-5790417411205983249</id><published>2009-01-25T11:22:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:15:24.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing Everyone Gong Xi Fa Chai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SXxShrzqHEI/AAAAAAAABII/lougKaRd2Kk/s1600-h/109880.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295198000529415234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SXxShrzqHEI/AAAAAAAABII/lougKaRd2Kk/s320/109880.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dear All Bloggers, Friends and Readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Gong Xi Gong Xi Ni, Happy Chinese New Year 9394, may the year brings bountiful of good luck, fruitful times, health, wealth and fullfilment in your life and your family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;For those giving out ANG POW put away your imitation smile on your face.

For those still receiving ANG POW hope this year you all receive
ANG POW until your hand get CRAMP ::::))))

For those Non-Chinese, Wishing you All A Happy &amp;amp; Safe Holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Luth &amp;amp; Family
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We celebrated our 2009 at home last year with small group of friends antara dua benua, Malaysian and Indonesian. Just a small group of us. To make it easier, we did Potluck style. Masing masing bawa dish. Its better that way kan. 2008 will is the last year for my family in this house/town so we decided to invite some friends to come over and celebrate together..I am glad everyone had a good time that night. We enjoyed the food and good companies.

We did a little bit of karoeke while waiting 12 midnight. It was fun. We all were not good singers, nothing so special but it was a good way to kill our time sambil practising our singing skill keke. Masa bujang bujang dulu very active berkaroeke but since got married and become mom malu malu pula pegang mic keke. But after first song, got over the fear and shyness, after that can get addicted pula..We, the wives enjoyed ourselves so much, our kids enjoyed themselves playing with each other, hubbies preffered to sit and watch while chatting. I think none of them can sing, maklumlah di sini Karoeke is not very popular yet. But hubby managed to push himself to join the ladies. Ndak tahan dia klu tida ikut melalak keke..but his voice really came along way, itupun after practising beforehand, kalau tida mangkali he would hurt our ears keke...

Tepat jam 12 midnight, we joined our neighbours shooting fireworks outside. It was wonderful, we had best view ever. I noticed this time, more people went out shooting fire works in the street despite the bitter cold tempature. It was about -10 degrees outside during new year eve, bagagar bah kesejukan brrr....
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What a night and with great people!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;
I hope y`all had a fun celebration too!.

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Santa came to our house during Christmas and we had a cozy, quiet and relaxing Christmas just the four of us. The week between Christmas and New year was my favourite time. This time I didn´t complain for having quiet Christmas...I was actually started to appreciate the quietness and relaxation after the hustle bustle preparing for Christmas.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289421295246356130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfMpLqLrqI/AAAAAAAAA9U/avuBgHV_s_0/s320/DSC05866.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We had tea and cake (cheese fruit cake) before attending evening service at our church.
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289425873831410210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfQzsN7OiI/AAAAAAAAA90/-lJ3aapSFSo/s320/DSC05873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Its the tradition in our area (Bavaria) to prepare fish for dinner during Christmas Eve, so this was our menu . Fish backed with pastry dough, potatoes and veges with sauce. Very simple one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfNY8xTtKI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Wj28ICH7IK8/s1600-h/DSC05878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289422115883431074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfNY8xTtKI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Wj28ICH7IK8/s320/DSC05878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfNHiZNM5I/AAAAAAAAA9c/17V1ozGXU0M/s1600-h/DSC05876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289421816745243538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfNHiZNM5I/AAAAAAAAA9c/17V1ozGXU0M/s320/DSC05876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289422447634221362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfNsQo3CTI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Bu2eNix4t_4/s320/DSC05889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Usually we open our gift on Christmas Eve...so after dinner, its time to sit under the tree and unwrapping all the gifts..Before the boys attacked the gifts we managed to persuade them to sit down for family photos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289428092078127874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfS0z1J-wI/AAAAAAAAA98/o8llua4wzvE/s320/DSC05894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289428870245802210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfTiGuyYOI/AAAAAAAAA-E/7PXuQW6vULk/s320/DSC05899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our best Christmas gifts from our boys (their secret project with their kindy teachers before Christmas). How sweet, I was so touched!.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289429374584149778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfT_dia1xI/AAAAAAAAA-M/fuauZZPFXZ8/s320/DSC05907.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289430112913557122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfUqcB3hoI/AAAAAAAAA-U/OocdAao9Y4w/s320/DSC05915.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Are you not satisfied Kyle? He was actually start to feel sleepy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289431016292168386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfVfBYHMsI/AAAAAAAAA-c/lYoyphS4QyA/s320/DSC05916.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Second Christmas, no cooking, ndak larat sudah. We ate left overs from Chrismas Eve. But the Third Christmas, hubby prepared Roasted Duck. Normally the Germans cook Goose but we had Goose last year. Its way too much for us. Ini dua budak don´t eat much anyway. I am not a fan of duck but got to eat it since its a traditional food and not to let down the chef! But the taste was actually fantastic..tida sedar I ate a big portion actually kekeke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289435061770438994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfZKf9SyVI/AAAAAAAAA-k/mcuY7KnOAb4/s320/IMG_0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Duck with Knödel (Dumpling) and Blau Kraut (Red Cabbage).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289435956055215298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfZ-jbZjMI/AAAAAAAAA-s/m6T6we4xL1A/s320/IMG_0521.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Fourth Christmas, we welcome an acquaintance &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(from Qatar, making holiday in Germany)&lt;/span&gt; and family to our house. This time we had all asian food on the table...The next day we were on the road visiting hubby´s relatives and we decided eating at a Chinese Restaurant. It was nice to enjoy asian food after eating too much German food before. No pictures taken, as I was busy enjoying my food kekeke...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289439386637551026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfdGPV9xbI/AAAAAAAAA-0/OKX8pUWdu90/s320/IMG_0525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Phuuhh..at last I managed sit down and blog about our recent Christmas while the boys are in bed...more will come!. Enjoy reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-2787952342243479786?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/2787952342243479786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-2008-christmas.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2787952342243479786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2787952342243479786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-2008-christmas.html' title='Our 2008 Christmas'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SWfMpLqLrqI/AAAAAAAAA9U/avuBgHV_s_0/s72-c/DSC05866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-2643571319006387406</id><published>2008-12-31T12:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:19:33.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SVtUxKiUV1I/AAAAAAAAA9M/FYDiQnfGiq8/s1600-h/new3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285911791268026194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SVtUxKiUV1I/AAAAAAAAA9M/FYDiQnfGiq8/s400/new3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven´t got the opportunity to update my blog about our Christmas yet! I hope I can do that in the new year hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;So, as the new year unfolds, I would like to wish all friends and families and your loved ones God´s wonderful blessings and peace, good health, happines and prosperity in the coming new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;May the new year bring more and more blessings that each of us can share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;May each day bring for you a new joys and new hopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I wish you success in all the opportunities that come your way this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Happy New One and All!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285909948889539586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SVtTF7JDpAI/AAAAAAAAA9E/YMbh7sud4yc/s400/ny-005.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;God bless!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Luth and Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-2643571319006387406?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/2643571319006387406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-2009.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2643571319006387406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2643571319006387406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SVtUxKiUV1I/AAAAAAAAA9M/FYDiQnfGiq8/s72-c/new3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-5656342593589646943</id><published>2008-12-23T09:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:54:30.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SVCl6LWyz5I/AAAAAAAAA80/SlgizWJtsOM/s1600-h/xmas_cheer07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282904781804982162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SVCl6LWyz5I/AAAAAAAAA80/SlgizWJtsOM/s400/xmas_cheer07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282905263260293250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SVCmWM6r2II/AAAAAAAAA88/exIbpQgXdLs/s320/DSC01760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;To all friends around the globe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Wishing you all a blessed Christmas 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;and a joyous and prosperous New Year 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;May God continue blessings!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Greetings from us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;The Sturm Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SVClxfoG6SI/AAAAAAAAA8s/8EHlOWngWOI/s1600-h/xmas_cheer07.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-5656342593589646943?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/5656342593589646943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5656342593589646943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5656342593589646943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone!!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SVCl6LWyz5I/AAAAAAAAA80/SlgizWJtsOM/s72-c/xmas_cheer07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-245237108212674546</id><published>2008-12-17T23:10:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:50:32.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(Almost) Ready For Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SU4fQ8n959I/AAAAAAAAA8k/xX38alCgnGk/s1600-h/DSC05617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282193788964300754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SU4fQ8n959I/AAAAAAAAA8k/xX38alCgnGk/s320/DSC05617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas decorations are up. Presents for our loved ones have been bought. Handmade cards have been sent …(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah took so much of my time doing them but enjoyed it so much, maybe they don´t look amazing or so great like the one in the shops but I feel its rewarding; I feel the joy which cannot be purchased&lt;/span&gt;). Receiving handmade Christmas cards is special isn´t it? To friends that I cannot reach via Christmas cards this year, please don´t be kumaus, I am really lack of time. I will try next year kio. Christmas songs are playing nonstop now. Christmas cookies have been baked &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Peanut cookies tapi sikit saja...maybe I will try to bake Pineapple tart or Kueh Makmur kalau rajin...)&lt;/span&gt; Christmas menu has been set.. White Christmas kah tida?? I don´t think so... weather man says next week will be just grey and temperature will be mild. But that´s okay for me...at least the road will not be slippery as we will be on the road during the season to visit hubby´s relatives.

Christmas season, no matter how stressful, is always full of joy, especially if you have little kids at home!, we’re getting a real tree this on Friday and cannot wait to decorate it with my boys.. they also enjoying helping mama rolling dough making Christmas cookies..this adds more special feelings and put us more into Christmas mood. I am so ready for Christmas with my little family in Germany but actually started missing my family back home as Christmas is approaching, I am sure Christmas back home is much much merrier sebab ada family gathering with lots of yummy food. Aduii sedihnya aku cannot be there to join them...but there is not much to be done about it, just have to cope being separated with mama, siblings and anak anak buah yang tercinta…sob! sob! ...nasip ada telephone ...yang jauh jadi dekat.


&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282190760337843394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SU4cgqHJpMI/AAAAAAAAA8U/9w4FikWprCU/s320/DSC05796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280888040540340402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SUl7sYsEALI/AAAAAAAAA7M/TUHrrKrs7Yw/s320/DSC05546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280889073597169602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SUl8ohIAP8I/AAAAAAAAA7c/9IfkbxXtRUA/s320/DSC05590.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280896049672383058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SUmC-lB8alI/AAAAAAAAA8M/pt9heFt-47Q/s320/DSC05557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our simple tree is now standing and decorated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282192453401113330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SU4eDNQ48vI/AAAAAAAAA8c/BLU4DRHCKLc/s320/DSC05845.JPG" border="0" /&gt; To those who celebrate Christmas wherever you are...in Malaysia, in Europe, US, Australia or any other parts of the Globe...bah good luck with your preparation!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-245237108212674546?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/245237108212674546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-ready-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/245237108212674546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/245237108212674546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-ready-for-christmas.html' title='(Almost) Ready For Christmas!!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SU4fQ8n959I/AAAAAAAAA8k/xX38alCgnGk/s72-c/DSC05617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-1872059349057056036</id><published>2008-12-09T10:04:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:22:38.672+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarden Photos!</title><content type='html'>Taking my boys photos is not very easy. The eldest, whenever I am clicking my camera he turns his face away or pulls out his tounge!. The small guy always making face..I rarely have nice smiley photos of him…My poor boys are sometimes sick of camera because I am contanstly asking them to pose for mama. I am sorry to admit it, but I even resort to bribery at times and promise a toy or a sweet if they let me take a few photos of them. I guess I am a sucker for punishment, but I love taking photographs...bah mamarazzi kan! hehehe.. Last month my boys had photo session in their kindergarden...The theme was AUTUMN. I dressed them up and I was hoping they would cooperate with the photographer especially my little one, because he is extremely shy. He would only pose for mama (sometimes tho) but for stranger? We´ll see... First, group photo, individual photos and siblings photos. Luckily the photo session was a whole lot of fun, I was there behind the photographer....berabis saya signaling them to smile to the camera hehehe...The boys actually had a great time posing and the result was great. The photos are ready. Here are some to share and soon I have to get ready copies of my beautiful pieces of art of my loved one for gifts this holiday ......

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yellow Group Photo at St. Konrad Kindergarden (can you find my boys??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST43_a_QnWI/AAAAAAAAA68/Pe6k5IBjEdw/s1600-h/Studio7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277717376040738146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST43_a_QnWI/AAAAAAAAA68/Pe6k5IBjEdw/s320/Studio7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST43w8qk76I/AAAAAAAAA60/hm7HfQ8Cn0I/s1600-h/studio6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277717127382757282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST43w8qk76I/AAAAAAAAA60/hm7HfQ8Cn0I/s320/studio6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Showing his teeths!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST43n2brgTI/AAAAAAAAA6s/cmKGRFa8azI/s1600-h/studio5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277716971090837810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST43n2brgTI/AAAAAAAAA6s/cmKGRFa8azI/s320/studio5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Malu malu lagi!
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST43fbvos5I/AAAAAAAAA6k/qqQ1QMsmRcY/s1600-h/Studio4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277716826487829394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST43fbvos5I/AAAAAAAAA6k/qqQ1QMsmRcY/s320/Studio4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blooming to be a Pilot? LOL..
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST43W3VctNI/AAAAAAAAA6c/KlxRMs24mJM/s1600-h/Studio3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277716679275361490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST43W3VctNI/AAAAAAAAA6c/KlxRMs24mJM/s320/Studio3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Siblings pose!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST43H9tsQ6I/AAAAAAAAA6U/vfOIfpa1g-k/s1600-h/Studio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277716423289619362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST43H9tsQ6I/AAAAAAAAA6U/vfOIfpa1g-k/s320/Studio2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST42-MAvskI/AAAAAAAAA6M/QoL4MMMa9VM/s1600-h/Studio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277716255328940610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST42-MAvskI/AAAAAAAAA6M/QoL4MMMa9VM/s320/Studio1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-1872059349057056036?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/1872059349057056036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/12/kindergarden-photos.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/1872059349057056036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/1872059349057056036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/12/kindergarden-photos.html' title='Kindergarden Photos!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/ST43_a_QnWI/AAAAAAAAA68/Pe6k5IBjEdw/s72-c/Studio7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-6096470760564326228</id><published>2008-11-27T23:39:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:00:10.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow Of The Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SS8lUKs4hZI/AAAAAAAAA6E/LQ6r2SHetrk/s1600-h/DSC05441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273474717074359698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SS8lUKs4hZI/AAAAAAAAA6E/LQ6r2SHetrk/s320/DSC05441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SS8km3zg4pI/AAAAAAAAA58/aTPKu-rhsg8/s1600-h/DSC05468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273473938907783826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SS8km3zg4pI/AAAAAAAAA58/aTPKu-rhsg8/s320/DSC05468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooooooh! There’s SNOW ON THE GROUND!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;YAY!!!!
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&lt;div&gt;Snow makes my day. Makes my kids day!. Winter is not my liking, but as long as there is snow, I think I can handle the weather a lot hehe. I have to say I am a snow lover!!.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;We had our first snow of the year a week ago. Its not even officially winter yet but first snow made an early appearance. Kids were so happy..It snowed for 4 days here in the South.. (In the South there’s always more snow).&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The first and second day, the snow did not settle because the ground is not cold enough yet. We had blue sky and the sun shining in between made the snow melted quickly. But the third day, it was snowing well enough to call it snow, we had our first real snow fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
Anyway, it feels good experiencing the first layer of snow although it's not enough to use it for snowboarding or sleighing yet (kids were frustrating..prasss menonggeng tida dapat main sleigh tuari haha). But that will come soon - I am sure! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I managed to snap a few photos before the snow melting away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All is white..all is bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273473684763197810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SS8kYFCuQXI/AAAAAAAAA50/ZUklurg5N6Y/s320/DSC05461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neighbourhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273473407444009410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SS8kH78rQcI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TkHhGrJp3rw/s320/DSC05455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View from my son´s bedroom. Thick layer of snow on his balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273472635348123186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SS8ja_qq_jI/AAAAAAAAA5k/71i_lGeq90k/s320/DSC05447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This is the first day, not enough snow for shoveling yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273472131735688690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SS8i9rkHFfI/AAAAAAAAA5c/bt9yJTgu_DI/s320/DSC05435.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-6096470760564326228?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/6096470760564326228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-snow-of-year.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6096470760564326228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6096470760564326228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-snow-of-year.html' title='First Snow Of The Year!!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SS8lUKs4hZI/AAAAAAAAA6E/LQ6r2SHetrk/s72-c/DSC05441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-5514696061198687989</id><published>2008-11-22T01:41:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:35:44.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday, Liebe Kenneth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(18th November)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SSf_qykQkbI/AAAAAAAAA44/n9_2eYNH4FI/s1600-h/kenbday-001-Page-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271462999453897138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SSf_qykQkbI/AAAAAAAAA44/n9_2eYNH4FI/s400/kenbday-001-Page-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Unsere kleine Kenneth ist jetzt 6 jahre!!!. I can't believe it has been 6 years!!!. It feels like only yesterday that he came into our world. Life has been quite a journey. Amazing how life happens.

This birthday was different from any others. All of Kenneth´s other birthdays seemed to be cute little baby birthdays, this year he is a little boy. We were enjoying watching him experience joy, friendship, love, presents, cake, attention, and all the other things that come along with birthdays.

Kenneths had so much fun with his friends, they’re all at such a fun age, they just run around playing, role playing, and having a total blast!.

Like other parents, hubby and I are experiencing the good, the bad, the hard, the fun, just everything in raising kids, and Kenneth turning 6 just seems to be such a huge step for him and for us.

Our hope and prayer for him today is that he would continue to be the great person God created him as. He is our joy, a special gift to light up our room and bring smiles to our faces. I hope he never loses that, whatever it is. I pray for his heart, that it would remain soft and sensitive. That he would be humble and down to earth all his life.

Happy Birthday son. You are loved more than you’ll ever know.

♥♥♥Mama, Papa and Kyle♥♥♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-5514696061198687989?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/5514696061198687989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-6th-birthday-liebe-kenneth.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5514696061198687989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5514696061198687989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-6th-birthday-liebe-kenneth.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday, Liebe Kenneth!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SSf_qykQkbI/AAAAAAAAA44/n9_2eYNH4FI/s72-c/kenbday-001-Page-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-2857586733750439444</id><published>2008-11-14T13:30:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:56:27.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Martinstag (St. Martin Day)</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday (11.11) my boys celebrated "Martinstag“ (St. Martin Day) in Kindergarden. It is their yearly activity. We joined a short mass in rememberance of St. Martin in church followed by lantern procession in the street with all the kindy kids and their families. While walking down the street with lantern and torches, kids sang songs about good old Marty and their lanterns. It was great for Kyle as it was his first time holding lantern during the procession. They made their own little lanterns in kindergarten. The procession ended in the kindergarden garden area. Kids were sharing breads (semmels) that have been blessed by the Priest. Parents enjoyed sipping glühwein (Glow Wine) and bratwürst (sausages) and some Plätzchen (cookies) around a small campfire.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;St Martin is a holiday to commemorate lives of humility that came to symbolize sharing and helping each other in hard times. Saint Martinus or Martin of Tours, was originally a Roman soldier. He was baptized in adulthood, became a monk and was known as a kind man who led a quiet and simple life. Legend has it that he once tore his cloak in half and gave it to a begger to keep him from dying of cold during a snowstorm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268664445283043154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SR4OZf3Th1I/AAAAAAAAA4w/7pVvZVu5HXw/s320/DSC05209.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268500237749392258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SR15DXIdE4I/AAAAAAAAA4A/mkADs8xsIaw/s320/DSC05211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shadow Theatre about St. Martin in Church. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268501106860138690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SR15180moMI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/LfMvGTmFtFs/s320/DSC05228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hand in hand during the procession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268501490377957138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SR16MRiYHxI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/R1obBc6RiHM/s320/DSC05242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The campfire.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-2857586733750439444?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/2857586733750439444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/11/martinstag-in-kindy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2857586733750439444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2857586733750439444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/11/martinstag-in-kindy.html' title='Martinstag (St. Martin Day)'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SR4OZf3Th1I/AAAAAAAAA4w/7pVvZVu5HXw/s72-c/DSC05209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-5989476439217160308</id><published>2008-11-13T09:54:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:15:31.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot For New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi. Welcome to our Donaublick 4, (our future home add), this post will follow the progress of our new home from the start, through every stage until the end (I hope). I will try to include as many photos as I can along the way.

This is my sharing to relatives and friends. I just wanna blog about it, at least something for me to remember when I am rocking in my armchair one day kekeke...

I hope you will enjoy witnessing/sharing the making and the birth of our little home..
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268068275836404226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SRvwL3m7wgI/AAAAAAAAA24/zB9e5EBuTLg/s320/DSC04408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here was a former swimming pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268066164556634626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SRvuQ-enGgI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Ut10562wqV8/s320/DSC04402.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hubby cleaning the lot, cutting down grass with "rimbas". &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268067585554754386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SRvvjsG9q1I/AAAAAAAAA2w/BeFkAUeFVAE/s320/DSC04395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Showing my goodwill LOL..bah gotong royong!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268064554608890194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SRvszQ9KEVI/AAAAAAAAA2g/svCbDss0FoU/s320/DSC04418.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This place become a new residential area now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268069458712653266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SRvxQuKm7dI/AAAAAAAAA3A/BTGIreIgWnI/s320/DSC04399.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The boys had to tug along, the whole day under the hot sun, pity them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To be continued..........

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-5989476439217160308?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/5989476439217160308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/11/lot-for-new-home.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5989476439217160308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5989476439217160308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/11/lot-for-new-home.html' title='A lot For New Home'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SRvwL3m7wgI/AAAAAAAAA24/zB9e5EBuTLg/s72-c/DSC04408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-1126711408732881675</id><published>2008-11-03T13:10:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:50:38.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day At School !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264409444549771298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SQ7wf26ZwCI/AAAAAAAAA1k/900S2-LNGgg/s400/1stdayatschool-000-Page-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;My youngest, my little man, my baby, my preemie (who is only 3) just started as junior at St. Konrad kindergarden last week. Its a big step both for him and for mama. He had never been out of my sight since birth so I was so scared something would happen to him when I am not with him. Its hard to see your baby grow up and the 1st day of school is like being kicked in the gut and being slapped in the face with the reality all at once. I have a combination of excitement, happiness, loneliness, fear, and so forth. I don't really know how to explain it, but when you look at your child standing there with a backback, you just think "wow, how did this happen so quick." It seems that this moment just crept up on me so fast, and I didnt have time to prepare for it. Its just weird for a couple of days..but I hope I will get use to it...Anyone else feel like that when your child first started school? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gott seid dank! (thank God!), Kyle is so excited attending kindy. Every day full of spirit. When I drop him in kindy, that son of mine didn´t look back once at all. He just walked in into his classroom like he own the place. Lucky for him, he is in the same classroom his brother has, and he already knows some of his classmates from playing in the kindergarden while we were waiting for his brother or when the boys come over playing. It was quite a relief when the classroom teacher mentioned to me that Kyle has settled in quite nicely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264410936140295074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SQ7x2rhS66I/AAAAAAAAA1s/U7UDLc_iHB4/s400/1stdayatschool-001-Page-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
He loves it!. I am so thankful that he enjoys it as much as he does.

I'm worried about how he will go with all the other kids. He is actually very shy and doesn't really interact with other kids. I hope by going to kindy Kyle will slowly develop his social skills and some kind of independence. Let him experience the world so he does grow and blossom. Ich bin stolz auf dich Kyle, gut gemacht! ( I am proud of you Kyle, well done!).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-1126711408732881675?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/1126711408732881675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/11/1st-day-at-school.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/1126711408732881675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/1126711408732881675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/11/1st-day-at-school.html' title='1st Day At School !!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SQ7wf26ZwCI/AAAAAAAAA1k/900S2-LNGgg/s72-c/1stdayatschool-000-Page-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-6748175980278300716</id><published>2008-11-03T12:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:06:10.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick-or-Treating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Halloween is not really a traditional German celebration. But now its common to see pumpkin (Kürbis) and jack-o'lantern decorations in Germany in late October. It has become a popular celebration for children and adults in German Europe. Although Halloween is not a holiday in Germany it didn´t stop me from dressing up my boys and participating in trick-or-treating.
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In fact, we have been trying to put our house on the market since two years ago. You see, it has been for agessss!!.... In this time we have had numerous offers made, accepted and rejected. We had pretty hectic life in trying to sell this house. Praise the Lord, it´s all over now. It´s done!. It´s worked out in the end. Sometimes it´s worth waiting, walaupun lama but we feel satisfied in the end.

Hari ini dalam sejarah!, Wednesday, 16th October, 2008, at 16.30 hour, we exchanged contracts and finally completed the sale of our house. The relief associated with this sale is huge!!. We felt like a big burden is just lifted from our shoulders!. It feels so much better to have it over with. Now we can focus on the building of our new home.. (in the progress now...)

We are getting excited about the move but we are also really starting to realize that we will be leaving here...haiyah I don´t want to think so much about the moving now...We are just glad that this house is sold. It has been giving us good shelter for 6 straight years....We will be leaving a lot of happy moments here...

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Berbalik kepada cerita autumn...our gloriously beautiful autumn days are back. After strolling around our housing area a few days ago, I found that more than the trees were hailing the coming winter with the fall crimsons and golds. Autumn is one of my favorite time of year, with its brisk, cool, and beautifully colored leaves. By this time of year, many of us are tired of the summer's stifling heat, and we're ready for the changes granted by autumn. The flowers begin to fade, the leaves begin to turn their wonderful colors, from green to the vibrants reds, oranges, yellows and browns...and the grass doesn't need mowing so much. I can’t help but looking in awe at the breathtaking colors that this autumn has unveiled.

We begin putting up all out summer wear, and get out all our long sleeve clothes, our jackets, hats and gloves. We begin wondering what to give for Christmas and getting our lists ready!.

When the leaves start to spill onto the crisp green grass, before they turn into yukky, squelchy mud I quickly took a few shots!. So enjoy viewing them.

It's Autumn and it's beautiful. To those who are experiencing autumn now..enjoy it and happy raking (in case larrr haha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255799336884063154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SPBZpoW1S7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/cjeMtaYZwRk/s320/DSC04746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I am coming back to my blogging world (Slowly but Surely!). I want to get back to regular posting soon. Kononlah haha... If there was an award for bad bloggers, I would get it. I really have missed it, I look forward to blogging again.

It's a lonely feeling for Tumpi in Schwandorf to be silent. Now I sit in front of my computer, staring at the welcome screen.

So, I am now back to being the lone wolf, doggy-paddling through the internet...

In the mean time, let me know what I’ve missed in the blog world.??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-548377229782528012?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/548377229782528012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/10/coming-back-slowly.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/548377229782528012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/548377229782528012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/10/coming-back-slowly.html' title='Coming Back Slowly!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SOigYApG1kI/AAAAAAAAAnE/fph1sSRP0nI/s72-c/imback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-263647628737144803</id><published>2008-09-09T22:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:27:39.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting From Blogging!</title><content type='html'>Dear my fellow bloggers / Friends,

I am taking a break for a couple of weeks or maybe months from blogging world. I do really missing to write but I think taking a break can do good to me. I hope this break is refreshing...

I appreciate your kind messages and comments over the past few months. Thanks for taking your time to visit my humble blog. If I am in your list, please don´t delete me hehe...(merayu lagi ni!). Once I am ready I will be entering the world of blogging again.

This break/rest will give me time to think about some other things in my life and give attention to them.

Its bad, because I just started getting to know some of the bloggers but don´t worry I don´t give up blogging. I´ll be back.

I will “see” you again in a few weeks/months.

Happy Blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-263647628737144803?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/263647628737144803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/09/resting-from-blogging.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/263647628737144803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/263647628737144803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/09/resting-from-blogging.html' title='Resting From Blogging!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-3701193417513892411</id><published>2008-07-08T10:17:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:32:07.631+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Being busy and sick of being sick!</title><content type='html'>In the winter I get sick more often but never in Summer. This time I created a new history when I welcome Summer...I had fever, bad headache and now cold and flu which make me feel pretty miserable. The flu is so nasty!. Masuk second week sudah but still not fully recovered yet! I didn´t know where did I catch this virus...I had watery eyes, runny noses, stuffy nose and scratchy throat. Leceh betul oh.

I have been quite busy lately, Yes, it’s been a while since the last posts but there have been many good reasons. I cannot be unhappy about the fact that offline activities are taking more and more of my time these days. When the weather gets warmer, its hard to find time to sit infront of the computer. Its not because I don't have things to share but rather because life has been a bit exciting lately hehe..so many things I have to do, many places we have explored and many many more to come during this Summer. We have done a few family weekend activities tapi tiada masa mau blogging about it...lama lama idea hilang lupa apa mau ditulis and cerita pun sudah jadi bangas LOL...

It´s look like July is a busy month for my family. Everyday I have my routine task to follow but our weekend calendar is full! Many interesting events take place, sometimes we do not know which one to go first hehe...That´s the nice thing about Summer. So better enjoy it as much as we can as Summer only last for a few months...Its so enjoyable but sometimes exhausting for my youngest, kesian juga dia..when we go out a lot his misses his nap and tida tentu makan (too much playing and too much excitement!).

So my fellow bloggers yang rajin melawat di sini...just letting you know, I am still here alive and kicking, thanks for dropping by..thanks for your messages and comments..keep them coming okay...I´ll be blogging again when time permits and I will drop by at your blogs sometimes. People say, busyness is good, it makes you not be a couch potato. Being busy, spaces in our lives would get filled. I just hope I will not be worned out lah ....

So, enough rambling for now. I can be thankful I have my health, my boys, and for being busy as opposed to nothing to do. Betul kan? LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-3701193417513892411?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/3701193417513892411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/07/being-busy-and-sick-of-being-sick.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3701193417513892411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3701193417513892411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/07/being-busy-and-sick-of-being-sick.html' title='Being busy and sick of being sick!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-9125310009839353184</id><published>2008-06-29T00:26:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T01:52:59.979+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Countdown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SGbDzhtoKXI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0OWrQkr_eaQ/s1600-h/euro-2008-trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217072508345788786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SGbDzhtoKXI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0OWrQkr_eaQ/s320/euro-2008-trophy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
So the big final that comes around every four years will be in a few hours. Over the past few weeks, we have witnessed some fantastic display of football. Germany will slug it out with Spain for final supermacy. In a few hours, Sunday, 29, at 20.45 most of us will grip our TV sets, sofas, Chips, Coke or Beers for the Final of UEFA European Football Championships 2008 in Vienna, Austria. Oh what a final!.

Germany have qualified for the European Championship final for a record sixth time and for the first time in 12 years. Spain has reached their third European Championship final and their first one in 24 years.


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German Team:-
German team started as favourites but have not grabbed the headlines like the likes of Holland, Croatia and Spain. They got off to a good start against their close rivals Poland with Podolski once again grabbing the headlines at a major tournament unlike at his club side. Then came the Croatia defeat and they were forced to face up to the fact that they had a few weak spots and were going to have to produce their best if they were to win the tournament. They then beat Austria in the final crunch game, but 1-0 was far from a convincing result. I think they were a little lucky that they didn’t find ourselves in a 'Group of Death' like the one with Italy/France/Holland/Romania. Up against Portugal they were no longer the favourites but they pulled a top performance out of the bag. Turkey were seen as relatively easy opponents, but once again the proved that nothing can be taken for granted. They are in the final despite not producing our best. In the qualifiers they were awesome; during Euro 2008 so far they have been efficient but not spectacular. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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Spanish Team:-
I think every Spanish fan will agree that this tournament has been like a dream come true for them. They always demand their national team play beautiful football but in the past, that has always prevented them from going far because they’re not as good defensively and tactically. But things have changed now. They still play attractive football but they´re more well-balanced. Against Italy, for example, they played smart. They kept on attacking but they were also cautious not to get caught in defence. It’s good that their style of football is finally paying off and I think they showed everyone that they can still play attractive and go far in a competition. But now, the bar is set high. Every tournament from now on, a lot of people will expect big things from Spain.

Hey! Do you have a ticket for the EURO Cup final? What are you waiting for? Siapakah yang akan menang di final dan menjadi juara Euro 2008? Many fans pick Spain earlier to win but I have to stay with the German team kalau tida kana pukul or kena buang negara LOL...so Good luck Germany!, Viel Glück Deutschland!. Feiert kräftig unsere Fussball-Helden!!!


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-9125310009839353184?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/9125310009839353184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/06/final-countdown.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/9125310009839353184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/9125310009839353184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/06/final-countdown.html' title='The Final Countdown!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SGbDzhtoKXI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0OWrQkr_eaQ/s72-c/euro-2008-trophy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-1430941046694449335</id><published>2008-06-27T14:18:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:57:52.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My 3 Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SGTsBQSFiWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/NHQGhGHUTso/s1600-h/DSC03265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216553774696728930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SGTsBQSFiWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/NHQGhGHUTso/s320/DSC03265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My cheeky 3 years old!
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SGTriTo3IMI/AAAAAAAAAl0/MR2M3m2h8MQ/s1600-h/DSC03257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216553243021615298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SGTriTo3IMI/AAAAAAAAAl0/MR2M3m2h8MQ/s320/DSC03257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; We had a little celebration at home in the afternoon.
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&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SGTrJyej33I/AAAAAAAAAls/s4VqRDAXl8c/s1600-h/DSC03253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216552821803179890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SGTrJyej33I/AAAAAAAAAls/s4VqRDAXl8c/s320/DSC03253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brotherly love... Kenneth helping out with the cake cutting.&lt;/span&gt;
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Happy Birthday Kyle!!!! (25th June). I cannot believe how fast the past 3 years have just flown by. I sit here and at times find myself wanting to cry, not because I’m upset or sad but because I am reminded of how far you have come, how much you have accomplished in these last 3 years. Thank God for what he has done in your life.

You can charm your way into anyones heart with your boyish ways, almost able to say about anything and you understand people so well already. Everyday you impress us with what you know. You say "please" and "thank you," and "sorry" when you think you've done something wrong...you know how to say a short prayer before meal and bed time...With all your preemie issues and shunt problems you have dealt with, you never let it keep you from trying new things and climbing new heights. Thank you so much for wanting to love life and fighting so hard to be here now.

So much you have endured and overcome, yet you still remain a happy spirited and loving little boy to all. We cannot believe how amazing you are. You are patient, attentive, impressively intelligent, determined, stubborn, so very hard-working...also a crazy hyper but...Simply a beautiful soul.

Your obstacles are nothing for you as you face them head on, continuously out performing all expectations for what you are capable of. So here is to you my lovely little boy, my Kyle. Happy 3rd Birthday to an amazing person who I believe will continue to impress people until you are old and gray. We love you. You are our little fighter, our little miracles.

And just a reminder (again - for myself and everyone else :P ) Kyle was born prematurely with 670 gramm and was 32 cm long... and now he is 12.2 kilogram and almost 1 meter tall. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216550052546205666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SGToomMP1-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/5wj_R2qJSvI/s320/DSC05088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A Gift from God

At first glance
you were so small
I hardy saw a baby at all,
with tubes and wires
a frightening sight
but you were in for a big fight.
Not even 1 kilo
just skin and bones,
Your body so small
with problems so big,
but you fought hard
and continued to grow.
So many fears
So many tears
You are home now
and growing big
I love you dear,
more than words can say.
A miracle baby
A gift from God.
You showed the world
You showed us all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-1430941046694449335?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/1430941046694449335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-my-3-year-old.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/1430941046694449335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/1430941046694449335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-my-3-year-old.html' title='Happy Birthday My 3 Year Old'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SGTsBQSFiWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/NHQGhGHUTso/s72-c/DSC03265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-719374101771760905</id><published>2008-06-20T15:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:10:59.815+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering Kindergarden</title><content type='html'>I wrote about Kyle (my youngest) attending trials day at ki-ga (kindergarden) the other day. According to the letter from ki-ga he should enter ki-ga only in February, 2009, but after he attended the trials in ki-ga last week, yesterday the ki-ga teacher told me Kyle is already capable to enter ki-ga next fall (September)....Alamak! Terkejut sia bah...In 2 months time already? I told the teacher that he is not 100% percent "clean" yet and I was asked to do my "task" during this Summer that is to do toilet training with him. I told Hubby, he is happy about it, he thinks Kyle should attend kindy coz he has shown great interest in going to kindy. I told hubs that I can teach him at home but he thinks he should go...hmmm I have a mixed feeling..Kindergarten supposed to be an exciting time for parents and students alike but for me I don´t know whether to be happy or to be sad to hear the news haha...I think my little boy is ready for kindy, I am sure he will not cry buckets...I am sure he will enjoy there but I am still considering...I am quite happy that they´re willing to accept my son earlier, this way more than likely, my child can interact with other children, encourage him to socialize and participate with other kids but at the same time I want him to stay home at least till next year Feb or till he reach 4 yrs old in June 2009... Sometimes I feel like a selfish mom but I always worry about his mental ability since he is born premature...I worry that he is not ready to learn the kindergarden basic requirements..macam2 lah dalam fikiran saya ni. He is still my baby, he is still too young, still need a nap, still quite vulnerable and keep falling sick, I don´t want to pull him out again once he is already in ki-ga. We think his immune system is not fully developed yet, I worry he will easily pick up virus from ki-ga.

But, let´s see, first, I will start with the toilet training soon and will decide when time comes. For those moms out there, any insight, tips, advices you can give me is appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-719374101771760905?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/719374101771760905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/06/entering-kindergarden.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/719374101771760905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/719374101771760905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/06/entering-kindergarden.html' title='Entering Kindergarden'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-7458943599601927190</id><published>2008-06-12T09:17:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:42:42.765+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>We registered Kyle in Kenneth´s Ki-ga (I think last year). Not only in the same ki-ga also in the same group with Kenneth. He should be entering Ki-ga early next year (Feb). Yesterday when I fetched Kenneth from ki-ga, his ki-ga teacher suddenly approached Kyle and me and asked if he would like to come for a few days trial at ki-ga.  I know Kyle will be excited about it, saya pun excited juga. A few times when dropping Kenneth at ki-ga Kyle doesn´t want to go home with me, he always want to go in, stay and play. Sometimes susah susah mau tarik dia bawa pulang. I was actually glad when they offered Kyle to come for the trials. This way we can see if he is ready for ki-ga but I am pretty sure he will enjoy it there.

So we started today, I woke up early this morning to prepare lunch boxes for two. I woke Kyle a bit early today so that he has enough time to sit down to eat his breakfast before heading to ki-ga. He was so excited about going to ki-ga, he put on his shoes, took his jacket and carried his lunch beg (odoi terharu saya tau!, dia punya beg tu almost too big for his size haha). But I am so happy about it, knowing that my little boy is not a baby any more (but still with nappy LOL). If I manage to train him using potty this Summer I am sure he can enter ki-ga already in Autumn (over here ki-ga only accept children who are "clean", that means without wearing nappies). But we´ll see, kalau tida pun I just "keep" him with me at home for a while until he is really clean...I am not rushing. At the moment he still enjoy going to his group therapy (especially for prematured children) every Wednesday for 2 hours. This group therapy is just like a mini ki-ga.

Before I took him out from the car this morning, he already said "I want to go ki-ga" (in English) LOL. I am surprised with his spirit oh. The moment he saw the toys and other children in ki-ga he totally forgot about his mama, he didn´t even look back or saying goodbye oh. I stayed for a short while peeking from outside, looking how he was doing..I think he was okay, already busy playing and sometimes following behind his big brother everywhere he goes inside the ki-ga haha...

I went home, sit down and enjoy my cup of black coffee, didn´t have ideas what to do when I am suddenly home alone for 4 hours LOL..I am just not used to it. At first, I thought I wanted to go jogging tapi malas pula, I dialed my phone and spoke to my mom instead (biasalah updating about the boys hehe), spoke to my sister too (I am glad the line was fine this time). Next, I planned to buy some soil and flowers but then I stuck on the computer for hours now...ah well, let me just enjoy these few hours alone in peace hehe....

Oppss...time to cook lunch lar ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-7458943599601927190?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/7458943599601927190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/06/trials-day-at-ki-ga.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7458943599601927190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7458943599601927190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/06/trials-day-at-ki-ga.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-7653407750470067060</id><published>2008-06-09T10:32:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:16:52.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby´s Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SEzvybgkzVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/OU-Ahud5HTo/s1600-h/DSC03206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209802518617705810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SEzvybgkzVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/OU-Ahud5HTo/s320/DSC03206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Prostttttt!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Joachim turned 38 last Saturday. We thank God for another year. I didn´t throw him a huge bash. We celebrated it in our own simple way. We stayed home and just had our mini celebration just us, the four of us. Makan kek sendiri sendiri..luki kan haha...

I have to admit, I am not good at all in baking (Lilian you know that kan haha) but I wanted to impress our birthday boy konon so I was searching for an idea when I finally found it in a one of my old magazines...I made strawberry cake with cream. I think the deco was superb but the taste hmm almost a disaster oh LOL. It didn´t really turn out so good hehe so sorry ladies can´t give any piece hahaha. Well, mau selalu buat experiment ni before another birthday comes this month.
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The boys and me sung a birthday song for hubby before he blew his candles LOL..Sumbang habis but its fun to emberasse our birthday boy keke!. In the evening we did a little bit BBQ   despite the bad weather (cloudy and drizzling most of the time). We ate while watching the opening of the European Football Championship on tv...siap dengan german weiss bier in hand bah..apa lagi singgarung lah terus haha. We had a nice cool evening.


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&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only thing I forgot to do was to get the boys draw a birthday card for their dad. It could be a cute surprise. I must remember to do it for his next birthday lah. I will get him a voucher for 1 hour massage in town. ( I got to know they have massage for anti-stress) it could be better for him keke..
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-7653407750470067060?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/7653407750470067060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/06/hubbys-birthday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7653407750470067060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7653407750470067060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/06/hubbys-birthday.html' title='Hubby´s Birthday'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SEzvybgkzVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/OU-Ahud5HTo/s72-c/DSC03206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-8640764535782738447</id><published>2008-06-08T01:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:22:45.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 38!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 38th Birthday dear hubby.
Thank you for all that you do for our family.
Thank you for making our boys EACH feel as though they are your favorite.
Thank you for slaying dragons for us.
Thank you being a REAL man,
for standing up to any person in this world,
in our defense or on our behalf.
Thank you for your seeminly NEVER ENDING PATIENCE with me.
Thank you for treating me like a woman.
Thank you for working your rear off to provide
for us and NEVER complaining about having to.
Thank you for jumping through hoops to keep our home peaceful.
I am blessed to have you for a husband.
Our boys are blessed to have you as their dad.
I am thankful that God saw fit to give you to us!
Another year older and wiser,
I hope that many happy years lie ahead of you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wir liebe dich! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209296700227463586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SEsjv7KsKaI/AAAAAAAAAkk/eni8kXWbeb0/s320/DSC03184.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209296913552515186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SEsj8V3WIHI/AAAAAAAAAks/MyEvS2VlFh4/s320/DSC03190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alles Gute Zum Geburtstag and Alles Alles Gute!

Deine Luth, Kenneth and Kyle
7th June, 08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-8640764535782738447?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/8640764535782738447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-38.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8640764535782738447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8640764535782738447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-38.html' title='The Big 38!!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SEsjv7KsKaI/AAAAAAAAAkk/eni8kXWbeb0/s72-c/DSC03184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-8243703267783034511</id><published>2008-05-29T14:43:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T17:22:41.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kotobian Do Tadau Kamaatan 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SD8PRJfpD6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/Yl8UZn8lx-0/s1600-h/31052008-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205896481544408994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SD8PRJfpD6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/Yl8UZn8lx-0/s320/31052008-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadau Kaamatan (Harvest Festival) is coming again. This beautiful traditional festival is one of the most important celebrations in the year for the Kadazandusun ethnic communities of Sabah. Held towards the end of May (30th - 31st) each year, the event celebrates the end of the tough work and looks forward to enjoying the bounty of the harvest.

During this festival, Sabah natives wear their traditional costumes and enjoy a carnival atmosphere which stretches from daybreak till dawn. ‘Tapai’ or home-made rice wine is served as the speciality for the day. Sabahans are greeted with a special greeting for the harvest festival known as ‘Kopivosian Tadau Ka’amatan’ or ‘Happy Harvest Festival’.

I am sure families and friends back home are enjoying themselves during this season. I wish I can be there (Sabah) with my family to see the cultural performances, music, traditional dances and food and drink in great quantities and of course the Highlights of the festival include the Magavau, a traditional thanksgiving ceremony by the Bobohizan or High Priestess, the Unduk Ngadau or traditional Harvest Festival Queen, cultural dances and much merry making. Oh how I miss this Event so much. I miss Sumazau, I miss wearing the costume, I miss the tapai and lihing ( I am not a good drinker tho LOL), I miss everything about Kamaatan...Entah bila lah our next trip to see Tadau Kamaatan ni.  Bah kawan kawan and saudara mara in Sabah and all Kadazan friends around the globe..&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205896108907225394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SD8O7dUA4TI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qcF7mXGd87Y/s320/kamatan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;KOTOBIAN TADAU TAKAZO DO KAAMATAN 2008 KUMA DIOZU NGAAVI SONGOVIAN PAGANAKAN OM SAUDALA NGAAVI..

MOGINUM NOO OM DAA HIVAI PUSAS OM ADA ODOP MIAMPAI TAJAU KIO...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KADA HIVAII ARAMAI TII. Kehoiii!. (Mesti mau pangkis juga hehe).

ZIKOI MANTAD JOROMON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-8243703267783034511?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/8243703267783034511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/kotobian-do-tadau-kamaatan-2008.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8243703267783034511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8243703267783034511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/kotobian-do-tadau-kamaatan-2008.html' title='Kotobian Do Tadau Kamaatan 2008'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SD8PRJfpD6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/Yl8UZn8lx-0/s72-c/31052008-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-2917802599230648193</id><published>2008-05-23T00:06:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:19:43.464+02:00</updated><title type='text'>19th May - Our Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is quite an amazing thing to wake up one day, look at your spouse, and realize that both of you have been married for 7 years. Is that long kah? Well, for me 7 years is quite a long time hehe. Committing to each other for life on 19th May 2001 not knowing much about the journey we would undertake together, no idea what the future held in store. The road is sometime flawless and full of obstacles, we have our share of fights, difficulties, disappointments, joys, and triumphs. Everyday we learn what marriage really means. And after all these years, it’s still amazing that we still possess those little qualities that spice up our daily lives, and living with someone special in our live for a very long time is a very special life ever after. Sharing, carrying through a better or worse moment together really an unforgetable moment. Now, having matured and grown together, having two happy, healthy children (They have really been a blessing in our lives, in so many ways) I cannot ask for more, we thank Him for this wonderful gift of life. We look forward to many more years to come!
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our 7th Anniversary toast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203330120123427906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SDXxLQMMLEI/AAAAAAAAAiY/eOQdXT4kAQo/s320/mukbaru.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What we are now...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203330743617952418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SDXxvi43mqI/AAAAAAAAAig/KFxo2HjR7Tw/s320/DSC03025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203332039237855538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SDXy69cuaTI/AAAAAAAAAio/5E8JvozMtJo/s320/DSC03011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SDdLttIQtdI/AAAAAAAAAjM/K5lNCjautLw/s1600-h/oldnews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203711143030339026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SDdLttIQtdI/AAAAAAAAAjM/K5lNCjautLw/s320/oldnews.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We dined at our favorite Greek Restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203333979034462114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SDX0r3wRp6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/kPsNsUf9nII/s200/DSC03026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here we go... 7 years ago  (still young and crispy LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SDc6RsoRfUI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_bRO0kzUSKY/s1600-h/wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203691970162163010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SDc6RsoRfUI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_bRO0kzUSKY/s320/wedding1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
Lord, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank You that You have given us another year of life together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank You for the love which grows more precious and the bonds which grow more close each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank You for the happiness we have known together, for all the experience of sunshine and of shadow through which we have come to today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ask You forgiveness for any disloyalty on my part, for any times when I was difficult to live with, for any selfishness and inconsiderateness, for any lack of sympathy and of understanding, for anything which spoiled even for a moment, the perfect relationship which marriage should be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spare us to each other to go on walking the way of life together, and grant that for us it may be true that the best is yet to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amen. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-2917802599230648193?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/2917802599230648193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/19th-may.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2917802599230648193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2917802599230648193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/19th-may.html' title='19th May - Our Special Day'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SDXxLQMMLEI/AAAAAAAAAiY/eOQdXT4kAQo/s72-c/mukbaru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-5842161529199758271</id><published>2008-05-16T23:19:00.018+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:58:44.838+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother´s Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I received two presents from my two little boys...and a nice assortment of chocolate from my BIG boy (tambahlah besar kalau macam ni LOL). Well, me and the boys have finished munching those chocolates to our hearts´s content hehehe.
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Tears are not always a bad thing on Mother´s Day especially. When my eldest gave me his Mother´s day crafts with touching poem (he did it with group in the kindergarden), kisses and a big hug on Mother´s day...I got very emotional. Its really nice to see great ideas that kids can make to show mom how much she is loved on this day and everyday.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4B0mXnETI/AAAAAAAAAgw/DzH1URsir68/s1600-h/DSC02968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4B0mXnETI/AAAAAAAAAgw/DzH1URsir68/s320/DSC02968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201096622823903538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the poem (Sorry its in German) on the card :-

Ich bin Dein Kleiner Sonnenschein
und lacher Dir in´s Hezn hinein
Am Muttertag komm ich zu Dir,
and sage Dank und gratulier
Dir Liebe Gott, der soll Dir geben
Viel Freude and Glück
ein langes Leben
Ich schenk Dir was zum Feste heut,
dazu ein Küsschen, Dir zur Freud&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kyle still doesn´t understand about Mother´s day yet but he made me Mother´s Day Flower Pot with his Leader in his Group Therapy (he attends Group Therapy every Thursday). Me and other mothers were there watching and helping our kids a bit. It´s  so cute to see those younger kids with smaller hands doing the flower pots.
I really appreciate those little handmades treasures more than anything else.
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4DUmXnEVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Yd1BQ8k9za4/s1600-h/DSC02962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4DUmXnEVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Yd1BQ8k9za4/s320/DSC02962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201098272091345234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We were in Munich for Mother´s Day weekend. Our family friend Susanne, Wolfgang and Julia (yg baru sambut 1st communion tuari) invited us to stay overnight at their place. The thing that I like when we are away, I don´t have to think what to cook for my family hehe...What we did was just relaxing, eating, talking and pampered outselves. 1st day when we reached Munich in the afternoon, we had  cake and coffee, after that we drove somewhere to a huge beer garden, its really nice there,  children enjoyed playing in the playround nearby and we parents enjoyed sitting and sipping our Black German beer and some snacks while talking and listening to live folk band...in the evening, pulang rumah they prepared dinner with Schweinebraten (vogok baked in the oven) with knödel (potato dumpling) very heavy food for dinner oh. (the germans can really eat you know).  Second day, after breakast and just relaxing.  Our lunch was another heavy food, many white sausages with rolls bread with beer of course. We went for a long walk in a garden of one old Castle outside Munich after lunch, after that dropped by at a beer garden again, had coffee, cakes and ice cream before we drove back to Schwandorf. Now we are on diet keke..yeah right!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our Mother´s Day Strawberry cake made by Susanne.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4Hv2XnEWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Q-lmPa9HZtk/s1600-h/DSC02819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4Hv2XnEWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Q-lmPa9HZtk/s200/DSC02819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201103138289291618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4IQWXnEXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/R4VSrynuTkA/s1600-h/DSC02842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4IQWXnEXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/R4VSrynuTkA/s200/DSC02842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201103696635040114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Big salt Bretzel and 1 Litter black beer for mama on Mother´s day?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nor lar..kami sharing baitu LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4JcGXnEZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pqg9tPUeB6E/s1600-h/DSC02846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4JcGXnEZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pqg9tPUeB6E/s200/DSC02846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201104998010130834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4LGmXnEcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qm2cI83rSbw/s1600-h/DSC02887.JPG"&gt;My anak dahaga beer  LOL..joking only&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4LGmXnEcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qm2cI83rSbw/s1600-h/DSC02887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4LGmXnEcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qm2cI83rSbw/s200/DSC02887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201106827666198978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My boys.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4KdGXnEaI/AAAAAAAAAho/0fw8oSA9YYA/s1600-h/DSC02877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4KdGXnEaI/AAAAAAAAAho/0fw8oSA9YYA/s200/DSC02877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201106114701627810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4KzWXnEbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/UKW6OW8CyCs/s1600-h/DSC02879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4KzWXnEbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/UKW6OW8CyCs/s200/DSC02879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201106496953717170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4La2XnEdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/q_alaHSCKdY/s1600-h/DSC02891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4La2XnEdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/q_alaHSCKdY/s200/DSC02891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201107175558549970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He picked wild flowers  while walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4L6WXnEeI/AAAAAAAAAiI/pnhMNKtJctk/s1600-h/DSC02893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4L6WXnEeI/AAAAAAAAAiI/pnhMNKtJctk/s200/DSC02893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201107716724429282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4MamXnEfI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YpZayevlzDY/s1600-h/DSC02911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4MamXnEfI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YpZayevlzDY/s200/DSC02911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201108270775210482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can see this almost every where in the country side.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-5842161529199758271?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/5842161529199758271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5842161529199758271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5842161529199758271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-weekend.html' title='Mother´s Day Weekend'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC4B0mXnETI/AAAAAAAAAgw/DzH1URsir68/s72-c/DSC02968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-854480430295972938</id><published>2008-05-15T13:46:00.018+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:20:45.365+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Folk Festival in Schwandorf</title><content type='html'>It´s a Volksfest (Folk Festival) time again in Schwandorf and well, it would be rude not to go (joking only hehe). The Schwandorfer Volkfest is like a mini Octoberfest (Munich), except there´s only one tent. A Volksfest (Folk Festival) is a large event in Germany.  Admission to a Volksfest is free (so everyone is welcome!) however you have to pay for each ride separately. Each ride in a Volksfest is independently run so tickets for several rides are uncommon. (Kalau di tempat kita macam Fun Fair labah tu kan). There is at least one Volksfest in many of the larger towns in Germany every year. Volkfest in Schwandorf started last Saturday with a grand opening with Parade started from the town centre until the Volkfest area.

Normally, a Volksfest takes place nearly at the same date every year. The festival goes for one week and its open everyday except on Tuesday (Rest day). Wednesday is Children´s day and on Saturday is Family day so during these particulars day each ride cost half price!. So since it was Children´s day yesterday I brought my boys to the Volkfest.  Kenneth and Kyle enjoyed some rides (for small children punyalah macam carousel gitu), drinking and eating bratwurst (Sausages) and listened to Folk music. Since it was a cheap day, the place was almost too crowded, difficult not to worry to lose one of your child (if you come with more than 1 kids). Ndak cukup Volkfest, on the way home we dropped by again at the town park and played in the playground  until 7.00pm (but it´s still very bright here until 9pm), very tiring oh, and I  guess I have enough with the Volkfest now, we have been there twice since the opening and oh man so much money flying away just for the rides (LOL). But it is a fantastic way to spend lovely warm weather. There will be firework display during the closing of the Volkfest on Sunday but we can also see the fire work on the sky from our house.


&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200581170913808482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwtBWXnEGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/C8IDkfMGZpY/s320/DSC02732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Parade (Bavarian men wearing Lederhosen (Ledder Pants).&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwt-WXnEJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/FNuTL3680hM/s1600-h/DSC02747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200582218885828754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwt-WXnEJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/FNuTL3680hM/s320/DSC02747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some Bavarian women with dirndls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Traditional Costumes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwtmGXnEII/AAAAAAAAAfY/8RqALUt5RW8/s1600-h/DSC02723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200581802274001026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwtmGXnEII/AAAAAAAAAfY/8RqALUt5RW8/s320/DSC02723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A beautiful array of horses pulling a ceremonial barrel wagon.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwtW2XnEHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/dBGpPK0u5Tw/s1600-h/DSC02722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200581540280995954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwtW2XnEHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/dBGpPK0u5Tw/s320/DSC02722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC01bGXnESI/AAAAAAAAAgo/OwByUQgkzGg/s1600-h/DSC02784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC01bGXnESI/AAAAAAAAAgo/OwByUQgkzGg/s320/DSC02784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200871884365173026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Enjoyed riding during the opening, not so many people yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC002mXnERI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2ieHsu4pgN8/s1600-h/DSC02768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SC002mXnERI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2ieHsu4pgN8/s320/DSC02768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200871257299947794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwwSGXnEPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ppqqtLjO6zI/s1600-h/DSC02786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200584757211500786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwwSGXnEPI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ppqqtLjO6zI/s320/DSC02786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kenneth and Papa enjoying Bumping Car!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwwmWXnEQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/a6qWCr1S5F0/s1600-h/DSC02793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200585105103851778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwwmWXnEQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/a6qWCr1S5F0/s320/DSC02793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wanna ride? No thank you, takut sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwuoGXnEMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/bIFhIaaWT6I/s1600-h/DSC02758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200582936145367234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwuoGXnEMI/AAAAAAAAAf4/bIFhIaaWT6I/s320/DSC02758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Main River in Schwandorf .&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwuNWXnEKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/HC3hY-gnzJs/s1600-h/DSC02751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwuNWXnEKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/HC3hY-gnzJs/s320/DSC02751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-854480430295972938?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/854480430295972938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/folk-festival-in-schwandorf.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/854480430295972938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/854480430295972938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/folk-festival-in-schwandorf.html' title='Folk Festival in Schwandorf'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCwtBWXnEGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/C8IDkfMGZpY/s72-c/DSC02732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-8490589602107377949</id><published>2008-05-10T12:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:58:47.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother´s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we are reminded on Mother´s Day, the most powerful gift that any mother can give is this sense that we are loved unconditionally. This is what each of us needs. What we have seen in part in a mother's love, we see fully in the love of God. 
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Loving God,
we thank you for the love of the mothers you have given us,
whose love is so precious that it can never be measured,
whose patience seems to have no end.
May we see your loving hand behind them and guiding them.
We pray for those mothers who fear they will run out of love
or time, or patience.
We ask you to bless them with your own special love.
We ask this in the name of Jesus, our brother.
Amen.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dear mama&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Mothers Day To You!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCV_F1ssRFI/AAAAAAAAAew/DyQ8xisDOE8/s1600-h/mamabekka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCV_F1ssRFI/AAAAAAAAAew/DyQ8xisDOE8/s320/mamabekka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198701083159708754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and to all moms out there,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Mothers Day To You all...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have A Good Time!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-8490589602107377949?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/8490589602107377949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8490589602107377949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8490589602107377949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother´s Day'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCV_F1ssRFI/AAAAAAAAAew/DyQ8xisDOE8/s72-c/mamabekka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-2269378278389018944</id><published>2008-05-10T01:24:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T12:03:01.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Qigong - Healing Exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCTkZ1ssREI/AAAAAAAAAeo/y5hz0ojaQpI/s1600-h/DSC02209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCTkZ1ssREI/AAAAAAAAAeo/y5hz0ojaQpI/s200/DSC02209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198531002454787138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Boss ber-Qigong&lt;/em&gt;

The word Qigong (Chi Kung) is made up of two Chinese words. Qigong is a Chinese exercise for health. From what we have read, the exercise increases energy, reduce stress, restore vitality and regain flexibility. It is a healing arts. 

I didn´t know about Qigong before, but its all started in October last year when Joachim (Mr hubby) attended a 3 days Self Development Seminar somewhere in Germany. The Seminar instructor introduced them this health exercise. Joachim shared with me,  a few times during the Seminar they´re taught to do a few simple (for beginners) Qigong movements. He said in the beginning its difficult to follow the movement but somehow he started to enjoy it, he said the exercise really make him feel good after that. After the seminar, he has been doing Qigong at home without fail, sometimes he is doing it twice a day, pagi and malam. Sometimes I am amazed with his spirit and courage to get up early morning to do Qigong. Kalau macam sia yg pemalas ni tidur lagi bagus kekeke...Before he was doing the movements by watching DVDs, by listening to CDs and also by readings Qigong books.

Two months ago he enrolled himself to Qigong Class in town. The Health Insurance contributing 80% of the payment which is great and encouraging. He said doing Qigong is an amazing experience...entahlah I haven´t tried it yet. He is actually suffering from back pain which always goes up to his neck and head due to the stress at work, so whenever he had pain he always take pain killers like aspirin or paracetemol to reduce the pain. Since he has been doing Qigong daily, touch wood! he seldom has the pain!. Kalau ada pun not as bad as before dia bilang. So why take drugs when you can exercise your way to health, right? His progress has been helped by this health exercise. We know that pain affects every part of our lives, work, socializing, relationships...hubby said he faced both exciting and stressful life changes. Do you know one more thing? Recently he confessed, he can smell better than before...dulu walau macamana wangi masakan sia pun dia tida boleh cium (ceh! puji diri sikit haha..well wangi tida bererti sedap haha). But, amazing juga kan? Macam sia pun susah mau picaya. So got to try it lah.
 
He shared that he gets up in the morning with more energy since doing Qigong (how I wish I can feel it too). He has been trying to urge me to try this wonderful healing art...join the class too and do Qigong at home regularly, well I  would like to consider it, tapi sia ni ada penyakit malas bah, but maybe it will change my life too, who knows hehe. But to be honest  I am not very patient in doing such slow movements, nanti tertidur pula masa buat Qigong keke. I rather use my stationary bicycle  at home or join fitness centre if I really want to do my exercise, but after what hubby has shared to me about his Qigong experience, I might considering this...but I´ve never started ceh!. I keep on postponing kekeke...bisuk, bisuk lusa..entah bila laini. 

Oh yah, all the time they´re doing Qigong indoors, but soon when the weather gets warmer they´ll do it outdoor, in the park, that would be nice to see..they said Qigong it much better be done under trees...good chi flow mangkali. Is it? eh macam Feng Shui pula haha...No wonder I saw some Chinese people doing Tai Chi di botanical garden dulu...rupanya!.

“If you want to be healthy and live to 100, do QiGong.” So why not try Qigong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-2269378278389018944?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/2269378278389018944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/qigong-healing-exercise.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2269378278389018944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2269378278389018944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/qigong-healing-exercise.html' title='Qigong - Healing Exercise'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SCTkZ1ssREI/AAAAAAAAAeo/y5hz0ojaQpI/s72-c/DSC02209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-7464378101977802850</id><published>2008-05-05T23:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:35:01.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your Grill On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SB-F7zkPQtI/AAAAAAAAAeY/0Tpl8jHjM24/s1600-h/DSC02715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SB-F7zkPQtI/AAAAAAAAAeY/0Tpl8jHjM24/s200/DSC02715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197019757509821138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;We had a long weekend last week. Thursday was a labor day, Christ Himmelfart (Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Ascension day), my mama´s 63 birthday and also Father´s day in Germany. Hubby and Kenneth took off on Friday. Fathers day was rather quiet, hubby baked a cake and we just had cake and coffee at home. Kenneth gave his dad a Notice Block which he made in the kindergarden for Fathers day. Very simple but its the thoughts that count right (Masa kami kecil2 dulu nobody taught us about fathers day, let alone doing crafting for father...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;

Saturday we supposed to go to the zoo in Nurnberg (abt 1 hour driving) but hubby overslept!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; He was soooo tired after changing summer tyres for both cars on Friday (ndak biasa fizikal exercise nah) but we drove to a nearest town (Amberg) after late breakfast and did some shopping therapies.

&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sunday was beautiful and sunny almost the whole day but a little bit windy. The shops in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; Schwandorf were opened (Shops are normally closed on Sunday here because of Sabbath day), we went for a walk in town centre for a short while cuci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; mata only ..Now that the weather slowly warming up, BBQ season has officially begun. We decided to enjoy spring weather next to sizzling BBQ and fresh salad. Oh yeah, we did our first grill on Sunday in our little backyard (tapi makan di dalam lah since it was quite windy) hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; went to our favourite butcher on Saturday to fetch some sausages, pork ribs and perut v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;ogok. Everyone did grilling at once in the neighbourhood that day...jiran kiri kanan were also grilling..macam party grilling pula....Its fun indeed, the sun, the birds singing, the children playing, the smoking grill!, what a nice spring feeling. Since lama tida grilling so I was eating like nobody business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; haha....DIET was not in mind for a while hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SB-FGTkPQsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/OOWAFEsFGZ8/s1600-h/DSC02687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SB-FGTkPQsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/OOWAFEsFGZ8/s320/DSC02687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197018838386819778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Camping time kaini?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SB-EmTkPQrI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ImpVZRliHDc/s1600-h/DSC02695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SB-EmTkPQrI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ImpVZRliHDc/s320/DSC02695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197018288631005874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SB-EKjkPQqI/AAAAAAAAAeA/SB5DYnV7HWQ/s1600-h/DSC02693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SB-EKjkPQqI/AAAAAAAAAeA/SB5DYnV7HWQ/s320/DSC02693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197017811889636002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This weekend supposed to be the same kind of weather...maybe we´ll repeat the BBQ session again, there’s chicken waiting in the wings hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-7464378101977802850?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/7464378101977802850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-your-grill-on.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7464378101977802850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7464378101977802850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-your-grill-on.html' title='Get Your Grill On'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SB-F7zkPQtI/AAAAAAAAAeY/0Tpl8jHjM24/s72-c/DSC02715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-4130745764920670196</id><published>2008-05-03T00:05:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:22:28.974+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Communion Party</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was rather busy and tiring for us. Saturday was Spring Festival in the kindergarden and on Sunday we attended another function. It was a communion party.

Julia (10 yrs) had her 1st Holy Communion last Sunday. Julia´s mom´s (Susanne) not only hubby´s long good friend (more than 20 years now) but also my eldest son´s (Kenneth) god mom. We had to get up at 6.30 last Sunday because we had to drive about 1 ½ hours to attend Julia´s communion ceremony in one of the Catholic Church in the outskirt of Munich. The Mass was at 10.00 a.m. Poor my boys...I had to drag them out from their beds. Actually Sundays suppose to be our lazy days and normally we sleep longer on Sunday but last Sunday had to be an exception. We were glad we reached the church just after 9.30 am after hubby drove like Schumacher on the motorway. We were lucky the road was almost clear...not many cars on the road...(orang lain masih tidur haha). &lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Julia
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we reached there, the church was almost full but luckily we managed to sit in the second last row..bagus juga di belakang cause if my boys make noise easier for us to sneak out..but I was glad they behaved quite well during the long service..They started complaining hungry and thirsty only almost at the end of the mass..phuuuh!

After the Mass, like usual photo sessions..dari dalam sampai luar church berposing adooiii..the boys and me were already feeling HUNGRY like wolfs!.

We had small party with Julia´s family after the communion Mass. We went eating at one of the nice local Bavarian restaurant in the outskirt of Munich. The Food was decent. No dancing nor games..Just eating and talking. We were really lucky with the weather last Sunday. It was like 20 degrees with lots of sunshine. Perfect!. The restaurant is very children friendly..I said so because they have drawing and colouring corner for children so they could make themselves busy there while parents enjoy the meal and just outside the restaurant was a small playground..that really save my boys life! Otherwise they would run amok inside the restaurant haha...keboringan!. Thank to the nice weather and the playground outside, it was enough to get the “monsters” ouf off the kids.

Although it was another tiring day but we were glad to be among their guests who were mostly their closed family members, it was a meaningful and special event. We were happy for Julia for accomplishing this important step in her life. It´s a blessing!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196788997506941554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SB60DzkPQnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/vr_p9GuPw8g/s320/DSC02607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Julia and Mom, Susanne
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195908537801196018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBuTSTkPQfI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Rad1CmEYiUU/s320/DSC02586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My boys&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195910204248506898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBuUzTkPQhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yEYnKir3CTY/s320/DSC02601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Spring beauty..the tree blooming&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195911097601704498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBuVnTkPQjI/AAAAAAAAAdA/x3WczgEa6O4/s320/DSC02613.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196789611687264898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SB60njkPQoI/AAAAAAAAAds/RxsF4tarCgo/s320/DSC02603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196788099858776674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SB6zPjkPQmI/AAAAAAAAAdc/eBkQSRBSeY8/s320/DSC02663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The playground!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195914516395672146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBuYuTkPQlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/v6exbFNuwOE/s320/DSC02655.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196790406256214674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SB61VzkPQpI/AAAAAAAAAd0/fvnI7b_jvzI/s320/DSC02636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-4130745764920670196?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/4130745764920670196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/communion-party.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4130745764920670196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4130745764920670196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/communion-party.html' title='Communion Party'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBuWpTkPQkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/3_wkvLK0vYM/s72-c/DSC02639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-7766103386749244818</id><published>2008-05-01T00:07:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:47:41.752+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ki-Ga Spring Festival</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday we attended Spring Festival in Kenneth´s Kindergarden. The weather was not really the best, kejap sunshine, kejap cloudy and in between drizzling. Despite the uncertain weather the festival went on so smoothly.

The Festival started at 2pm. They held the festival in the garden. We arrived at 1.30 pm so that we could catch good place to sit. Parents prepared Cakes, Dessert and Drink, Sandwiches, BBQ Sandwiches. The money will be donated to the Kindergarden. Some parents volunteered to serve, tidying after the occasion or helping selling the food and drinks. We decided to donate cakes. We baked two different kind of cakes. We made Marmor Kuchen (Marble cake) and Obs Käse Kuchen (Fruit Cheese Cake). Hubby did most of the job hehe...to be honest, he bake better than me. I don´t really have a good hand for baking. Sia tau makan ja.

&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBmiwDkPQOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/zWeebg0SnDc/s1600-h/DSC02525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195362591623299298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBmiwDkPQOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/zWeebg0SnDc/s200/DSC02525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The festival started with grace or spiritual blessing followed by a brief speech from the priest (sia pun tida tau siapa nama tu Priest hehe). And then it was time for presentation. Most kindergarden children from all groups participated in the presentation. The title of the presentation was “Snowhite”. Kenneth took part in the presentation, he was acting as one of the rabbits haha. Parents were so entertained. The ki-ga kids did a wonderful and adorable job performing. We were proud our kids and their very dedicated teachers have put so much effort into planning these excellent occasion for the parents.

After the presentation we enjoyed ourselved with the food and drinks and children started playing in the garden and inside the kindergarden areas. Parents had good times mingle around freely and talking and getting to know other parents. Unfortunately I didn´t manage to sit down with parents that I know or to get know other parents as I was busy watching and running after my younger son (Kyle) who was busy running, jumping and climbing with other children. Parents were not only allowed to bring family also friends or relatives so it was so much fun because load of people attending.

The event was an overall success as I overheard some families commented on how they appreciated and enjoyed the festival. I think the teachers were also glad for parent´s support and participation. As for me it was fun but also a tiring day. Actually I am glad it was over hehe..

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195899557024580066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBuLHjkPQeI/AAAAAAAAAcY/hyYwuT3XTvU/s320/DSC02533.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mirror..Mirror on the wall...
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195897289281847730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBuJDjkPQbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/dwao_nmHnb8/s320/DSC02527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195896941389496738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBuIvTkPQaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-_PJYCCSsd8/s320/DSC02536.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195895124618330498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBuHFjkPQYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tHUB_i_wpQ0/s320/DSC02556.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Silke, Kenneth´s Ki-ga teacher is leaving the kindergarden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195375802942701906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBmuxDkPQVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ToWhe2MsQ0M/s320/DSC02544.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kenneth as one of the rabbits&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195899200542294482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBuKyzkPQdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gLlhXLnwGto/s320/DSC02529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195363480681529602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBmjjzkPQQI/AAAAAAAAAao/b1tMJOT7n_I/s320/DSC02543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-7766103386749244818?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/7766103386749244818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/ki-ga-spring-festival.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7766103386749244818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7766103386749244818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/05/ki-ga-spring-festival.html' title='Ki-Ga Spring Festival'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBmiwDkPQOI/AAAAAAAAAaY/zWeebg0SnDc/s72-c/DSC02525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-7099331026677528179</id><published>2008-04-30T23:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:46:27.424+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has given you the blessing of being a mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are our everyday loving mama and our hero, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You´re the greatest Mama ever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you mama for giving us life and love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May his grace, peace and love surround you on your birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making you feel as special as you truly are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Into a precious vessel God pours tenderness and love, an understanding heart, and all the joy a child dreams of. He gives her His compassion and a kindness like no other, then wraps her in a quiet strenght and gently calls her MOTHER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I will bless her, and she shall be a Mother" - Genesis 17:16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 63 Birthday Mama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st May...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;May God bless you, may your joys be many on your special day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBjjczkPQNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_9kIjDK3FVk/s1600-h/mamabday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195152254189912274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBjjczkPQNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_9kIjDK3FVk/s320/mamabday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We love you Mama!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-7099331026677528179?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/7099331026677528179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-mama.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7099331026677528179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7099331026677528179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-mama.html' title='Happy Birthday Mama'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBjjczkPQNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_9kIjDK3FVk/s72-c/mamabday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-5178296522324739799</id><published>2008-04-28T09:44:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:58:20.807+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Award!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Nessa for forwarding me this friendly blogger award. I am feel so honoured. In fact I have a few more awards from Hilda, Ann, Comey-Lote and another one from you Nessa. I haven´t got the time to do them yet..I´ll do that once time permit okay..

So while I have a little bit spare time I like to tayang my award from Nessa which I got today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBWA9DkPQMI/AAAAAAAAAaI/X_yZz40iMnY/s1600-h/friendlyblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194199531659411650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBWA9DkPQMI/AAAAAAAAAaI/X_yZz40iMnY/s320/friendlyblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I'd like to present this award to the following wonderful fellow blogger friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hildachristieblogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hilda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisisann.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylife-mythings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Comey-Lote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://babylovery.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Judy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sultana.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Syari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dafunners.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgcro.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Shexr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://kuchingnite.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Blogging Guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-5178296522324739799?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/5178296522324739799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/04/award.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5178296522324739799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5178296522324739799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/04/award.html' title='Award!.'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBWA9DkPQMI/AAAAAAAAAaI/X_yZz40iMnY/s72-c/friendlyblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-3474958804396329091</id><published>2008-04-24T22:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:01:47.426+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Still No Buyer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBD2mjkPQLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MT7QE7bV0n8/s1600-h/yellowhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192921512600879282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBD2mjkPQLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MT7QE7bV0n8/s200/yellowhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


We have been trying to sell our house in Schwandorf for what seems like forever now. We are having real difficulty selling it. The house has been on the market for more than a year now..lama sudah. This has been bugging us. We bought a lot in another town (Bad Abbach) a year ago and want to move there within this year (There are a few good reasons why we would like to move if possible soonest). We really look forward for a new start baini.

Since we bought the lot, we started putting this house in the market. We have two different house agents but till now nothing has happened. It is rather disappointing. Has the market died here? We are not asking too much money for this house by any means, we dropped the price so much already now... We have been posting our advertisements in the local news paper once in every two weeks, we have lots of lookers but so far no takers.. We´re kinda getting scared that we will never be able to sell out this house.

We have been trying to make this house appeal to others, everytime when people call for appointment...I try my best to make it look neat, sometimes I do feel like a slave in my own house oh... I have to clean, clean, clean all the time..Recently we painted the wall new with neutral colour, tidy up the basement, attic, garage and recently we just freshen the landscape. Since Spring just came, we also put some pots of spring flowers in front for attraction konon!. We have done a lot in this place and hoping it will be a whole lot more attractive to buyers.

The house contractor started bugging us like increasing the price if we don´t build with them soonest! Damn! Its really bugging and giving us stress. They suggested to to build our new house now and rent this place out. But this will cause a HUGE inconvenience to us (in terms of $$$). They keep working on their theory that if we move out, this house will be sold. But what if it doesn´t? What if we don’t find a buyer? Well, I believe we should always hope for the best and prepare for the worst. If they´re gonna push too much we have to pull out the deal with them. Its not a fun option but I guess it is the only option. Other thing is we have paid our architect with a big amount of money, if we draw back the money will be gone just like that...will be gone with the wind..will be burned..adui hopefully tidalah..I am still praying and keeping my finger crossed.

Recently we decided to asked the house agents to take out our house from their list. We cannot give more extension anymore..it seems to be no luck!. (mungkin orang tida mau bayar commission, its quite a lot of money). I just hope we will be able to find buyers with our own effort now. The house contractor promised they would help to advertise our house in the internet soon. We hope we don´t have to wait too much longer (infact we have been waiting forever). I am hoping things will work out for us. Let´s see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-3474958804396329091?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/3474958804396329091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-no-buyer.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3474958804396329091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3474958804396329091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-no-buyer.html' title='Still No Buyer!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SBD2mjkPQLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MT7QE7bV0n8/s72-c/yellowhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-3250524425511457699</id><published>2008-04-20T23:14:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T13:46:01.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommies´s Gathering</title><content type='html'>On Thursday was a day of relaxation for me, a fine day for us (mommies). We planned to meet and have makan session that day at my house. It was nobody´s birthday or any celebration..saja saja to get together since we haven´t meet for a while. But it was snowing suddenly on Thursday morning, it was bitterly cold and wet. I got the shock when I saw thick snow on the bathroom window that early morning, snow again? Fed up!. A newly mom, Annastasia couldn´t make it pushing her little baby in the pram cause it was raining and cold so we decided to change the venue in the last minute...we went makan at her apartment instead.

Normally we do pot-luck style, everyone bring food from home but this time I volunteered to bring most of the dishes, they were lucky because I was in the mood to cook hehe...the other moms just brought their homemade sambal and chillies and some titbits. After dropping Kenneth in the kindergarden I rushed home to prepare a few dishes, just some fast one, I had to catch time, we only had a few hours to spend, I didn´t have so much time thinking and prepare proper dishes...so simple ja lah...we met at 10.00 morning while our bigger children are in school or kindergarden. We had our BRUNCH more to say..For 2 to 3 hours we had mommies happy hours without our bigger children bugging...bah we shared some good asian food while chatting (or gossiping? haha..) and laughing. Most of my crime partners in town are Indonesian mommies...I am always the only Malaysian, so the conversation mostly in Indonesian language..sometimes I do feeling quite tired trying to follow their conversation and only contribute occasionally myself, I was busy with the food, after knowing them for a few years kadang saya pun ter-ikut ikut sudah ber-slang Indon ni.

I think I am the only lost Malaysian in town since Lilian moved back to Miri (sob..sob), for good last year (What a shame ah Lilian). I am thankful to you for the friendship that we have made in this town, life was enjoyable especially when we made our own makan session kan? Ingat lagi kau? We used to make gathering with loaddds of food, we prepared food for the whole village padahal yg datang only a few people hehe..and we ate like pigs of course hehe...Those were the days..I miss those days lah.

Well, we had a good time on Thursday, but I hate it when I momentarily lost all the control and pig out like a death row inmate on his last meal, I ate so much again, but one just couldn´t resist when seeing good food with good company. Guilty? I had to pay 45 minutes work out in the evening for what I have been eaten that day. Felt so good after that, Yep!. Now looking for the next makan session hehe. Konon mau kurus ceh!.


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Thank God this time it didn´t take so long until he recovered. His cough only last for for 4-5 days after treatment. When he was still a baby it took him like 14 days to totally cured. I feel so blessed that he is OK again now and hope the worst (which wasn't all that bad) is behind him. It´s stressful and frustrating when Little Man gets sick. It breaks our hearts when he cough until he puked!, night time is the worst!, he woke up often coughing and discomfort and crying.  I got up every 4 hours to do the inhalation!.  Day time I walked like a zombie! I didn´t really care, I am not complaining, I am willing to do anything for him, my son´s health is what matter most!. That´s what moms are for right.  Most of the time we have to hear him wheezing so clearly..kesian betul and I hate the sound!. Macam saja sia mau rub and clear his lung....but there is nothing much we could do, he was born with a suppressed immune system and weak lung. BTW, he developed a slight fever, I brought him to our our doctor, have him checked up..and thank God his lung was CLEAR!!. That´s all I need to hear. So we he didn´t need to have antibiotic treatment this time. I, at the same time don´t want to expose him to antibiotics if not necessary..

These few days he is back to be lively, playful, and wild again. His spirits are high and he is always in a good mood. He is doing much better but he still continue using the inhaler with some medicines prescribed by our doctor. Eventhough he gets better but I think we have to keep using the inhaler the whole Spring using saline drops (Salt and water) just to be in the safe side. The Salt and water helps to clear and break down mucus from his lung to help him to breathe easily.

Its hard for some mommies when kids are sick right. I must admit, its tough and I do feel helpless and worry sometimes, its really heart breaking to see our kids struggle when they´re so little but I do hope and we pray Kyle´s body will build strong immune system as he grows up. Grow to be a healthy boy!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-1913144347903330338?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/1913144347903330338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-little-man-sick-again.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/1913144347903330338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/1913144347903330338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-little-man-sick-again.html' title='Our Little Man Sick Again.'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-4282205774532438877</id><published>2008-04-05T00:39:00.021+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:14:24.957+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Splashing In Spa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R_kNiVv1VAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/6ccfBdhIhw4/s1600-h/amberg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R_kNiVv1VAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/6ccfBdhIhw4/s320/amberg1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186191329498321922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Ones we woke up in the morning last Friday our dad suggested to go to Kurfürstenbad (Indoor and Outdoor Water Park with Spa) in Amberg (a little beautiful town nearby) just 15 minutes driving from our place. We haven´t been there for a while especially during cold season when kids were sick a lot. Kurfürstenbad is a great place for all ages.

Wether you want to relax, want to stay healthy or you´re looking for entertainment, you will be stunned when you come to this place because of the special roof you will feel like you are in a tropical island. It has a very pleasant environment, tropical-feeling place, sunlight pour through the great window above onto the great pool. Yep, Kurfürstenbad is the big complex. The pools is 25sqm...for me this place is phenominal.

It has a great open area, Sauna rooms, stone-made Jacuzzis, and cushy beach chairs surrounding middle pool...Not to mention CLEAN. Kids can enjoy the 82 meter long big slides, Water canal, Niagara Water fall, slides for babies and swimming hot pool for babies and baby shift canal.

Our boys are water loving boys so they definitely had a blast that day. They really enjoyed some wonderful water play (Water playing is simply pleasurable for young children). Kyle enjoyed exploring water by splashing, pouring and spilling in the baby swimming pool with other toddlers while Kenneth tried the slides, water fall and even learned floating a tried a few attempts to swim with his dad (I guess it´s time to send him for swimming lesson).

As for myself, everytime I come to this place, I wanted to try sauna but until now I never really dare stepping inside any sauna room in Germany. This is because the Germans are very serious about Sauna!. If I want to go to Sauna in Kurfürstenbad, I MUST be totally unclothed in the sauna, the only reason refrain me from going to sauna, I decided to maintain my modesty!. Nobody is allowed to enter Sauna with swimsuit or swimming trunk because of sanitary reason. In the Sauna areas one has to walk around naked with complete strangers. Additionally, there is no male sauna or female sauna, these are all coed..(tend to be unisex). I cannot take it haha..I am a very old fashion asian woman. Sauna sounds enjoyable, it is supposed to be the pinnacle of all relaxing things, its a place of stress relieving, immune system strengthening, therapeutic qualities, but I am not quite ready to strip off and join the other Germans in the sauna, maybe no one would bat an eyelid at me since they´re used to it but maybe I cannot help not to stare..observe hahaha....so I decided just to soak myself in Jacuzzi whenever I go there. Probably I will try Sauna one day when I have a brave heart hehe..


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When Rick was born, he suffered from Cerebral Palsy (as a result of the umbilical cord being caught around his neck at birth). Doctors told Dick that his son would never be able to walk or talk and that it would be best to forget about him and leave him in an institution. He would be nothing more than a vegetable for life.

Yet, Dick was determined to bring his son up like any other child and wanted to ensure that he was not deprived of anything in life as a result of his condition. One time, when Rick told his dad that his dream was to compete in a marathon, his Dad pulled, pushed and carried him all the way in their first race.

When Rick told his Dad that he felt that his disability disappeared whenever he was competing, it was all that his Dad needed to hear. Today, at age 66, Dick and his son Rock (aged 44) have competed together in 950 races, 60 marathons and 6 Iron Man Triathlons.

But the most inspiring part of his story is that Rick has successfully graduated from Boston University and his an inspiration to millions around the world. Watch the video of his story here and be awed like I have.
 
Please check out the full video ya... What would you do to give the best to your loved ones??
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This is the most insperational video I've ever seen. I'll watch it everyday, just to get the thrill over and over again of how much a person can love another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-3783911372322286390?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/3783911372322286390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/04/power-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3783911372322286390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3783911372322286390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/04/power-of-love.html' title='The Power Of Love'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-4514357956445281730</id><published>2008-03-30T11:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:16:40.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Achtung! Changing Time Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-9fI1v1U5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VIf7CJVOlQU/s1600-h/10973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183466301598028690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-9fI1v1U5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VIf7CJVOlQU/s320/10973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
How many of you woke up this morning to clocks having different times, an hour apart, throughout the house? I personally awoke to see my TV and VCR with one time, my Computer and Phone with another.

Daylight saving time comes to an end pula sudah. Althought hubby talked about it yesterday I forgot all about it today. I only changed my clocks when half of my Sunday almost gone.

During the night between March 29 and 30, clocks in Germany and elsewhere should be moved forward one hour as Summer time, or dayligh-saving time, begins.

Start from now people can enjoy the day a bit longer, can get more light of the day, can take advantage of the bright evening (now can enjoy sitting and sipping German beer in the beer gardens hmm!) but in the morning the sun appears to rise one hour later..we have to get up when its still dark...oh that will make me extra hungover!.

Now, some mums (maybe I´ll be one of the confused mom) have to try adjusting our small kids. They must go to bed an hour earlier and must be tired an hour earlier, they must eat their snack and wind down 60 minutes earlier than usual!! ..

Oh whatever...Spring has Sprang!, Itu yang penting! hehe...I am ready to enjoy seeing greenery soon!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-4514357956445281730?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/4514357956445281730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/achtung-changing-time-today.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4514357956445281730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4514357956445281730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/achtung-changing-time-today.html' title='Achtung! Changing Time Today!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-9fI1v1U5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VIf7CJVOlQU/s72-c/10973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-2341368264091371650</id><published>2008-03-27T09:52:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:15:27.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring In My Heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I just love those flowers. Aren´t you? That´s what I love most when Spring comes...FLOWERS!. Tulips, Irises, Daffodils And Hyacynths...those are my favorite!. We went to a shopping complex a few days ago, my intention was to do a little bit of shopping therapy..the boys need some Spring clothes but the crowd was unbelieveable. Many people still on holiday, school children still on holiday and everybody prefers spending their time in a shopping complex like me (except that I am not working!). Its difficult to move around what more shopping especially with small children tagging along plus buggy!. So I was actually went home empty hand!. Trying to escape the crowd I went to the top level where there were less shops, less shoppers...While strolling around the shopping complex we found this small island garden full of spring flowers...Luckily I had my camera with me I quickly snap the flowers with my little models in it haha...Seeing those flowers I remember our trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keukenhof.nl/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Keukenhof &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;in Holland sometimes in Spring a few years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keukenhof.nl/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Keukenhof&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;is the most beautiful Spring Garden in the world!. I would definitely love to go there again, but I don´t know when..Only time can tell!. I cannot get enought seeing all the colourful tulips display over there...gatal hati mau cabut bawa pulang bah! Haha...


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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-tbyFv1UuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/59k4qz1jLoo/s1600-h/DSC02299.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182336712314278626" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-tbyFv1UuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/59k4qz1jLoo/s200/DSC02299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Easter is over, hubby is back to work and Kenneth back to school. Despite heavy snow storm here, I still have to drive Kenneth to school, he seems to miss playing with his kiga friends after a short break. He would never want to skip kiga even for a day!. So what about Easter? Gisela and Charlie, our nice neighbours showered the boys with tones of chocolates. If we have had spent Easter with Oma I am sure we got more because Oma and grand aunts like to pamper the boys with sugar!. I was actually glad that we stayed home hehe...Now we have a whole year's worth of chocolates at home, and the boys would be jumping off the walls eating all those. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;On Easter Sunday the Kenneth was eager await the arrival of Easter Bunny, due to extreme bad weather outside, Egg hunting had to be done indoors. Hubby did the job, hiding some egg chocolates upstairs, living room until the basement while the boys still in bed!. Kenneth enjoyed and excited doing the hunting while Kyle who still doesn´t understand enjoying eating!. Poor Kenneth still delighted about rabbit and egg! LOL.

We had a blessed Good Friday, I say so, because my family and I went to church. They had a service especially for children. The priest was very children friendly!. It was a short service, only last for 30 minutes. Eventhought it was only a short service but to me, is a wonderful blessing from God this Easter! as the closing, children went up to the altar and placed flowers on the cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I did enjoy the long weekend, because I don´t have to get up early and be anywhere. Sometimes I feel like I'm constantly running, so I have been slowing down a little bit. It's not like I do NOTHING, I still have the laundry to do, cleaning, meals and beds to make. But I do it more at a pace I would prefer, leisurely, a bit lazily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Easter Sunday was nice, sunny but bitterly cold!. Initially, our plan was driving to the nearest mountain (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arber.de/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Mountain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arber.de/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Arber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;) which located just in the boarder between Germany and Czekia Republic. Its only one hour driving from our place. It could be so much fun sleighing one more time before the snow season over, unfortunately, they forcast strong wind in the highland so got to changed our plan. It is always blowing up there even in the best of weather and on sunday it was bound to be a bitterly cold wind. So hilang harapan mau main snow. BTW, we have been there during the new year holiday, we had so much fun sleighing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;After breakfast and did the egg hunting, we drove to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-rXllv1UqI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Snpxcap0lPk/s1600-h/DSC02341.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;hubby´s place, Munich city. We brought the boys to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deustches-museum.de/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Deustches Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;. Its a museum of technology and Science and its the world´s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;largest museum. Luckily it was opened that day but not long. When we reached there we had to join the long queue to enter the museum but the waiting periods are surely short, fortunately.
You cannot figure out how big it is before visiting the museum. The size is unbelievable…its huge!. The boys seem to be fascinated from this and I was so impressed!. I enjoyed it very much. I took photos from every angle with my old Sony dig cam, after taking a few shots the battery habis! larr... The museum’s exhibition area spread over four floors. It has over 15.000 exhibits. I was absolutely amazed by the size of the exhibits such as aircrafts and ferries and locomotives, submarines, sailing ships and many more. Due to the time limit, we didn´t see all the exhibits, there is still a lot there we haven´t discovered yet. We promise will come there again with the boys another time when hubby has a day off from work. If some of you intend to visit Munich one day make a point to visit this museum (only if you´re interested in technology and science hehe), I think its really worth to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182337532653032178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-tch1v1UvI/AAAAAAAAAVk/n6c9DBmOf1Y/s320/DSC02328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182339057366422274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-td6lv1UwI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZV_M9AG3d5Y/s320/DSC02362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182192641931301570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-rYwFv1UsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/w8dxNuTgKTI/s320/DSC02340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182190975483990674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-rXPFv1UpI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dApX2p4yYWk/s320/DSC02341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-933663871839601116?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/933663871839601116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-normal.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/933663871839601116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/933663871839601116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-normal.html' title='Back To Normal!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-tbyFv1UuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/59k4qz1jLoo/s72-c/DSC02299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-1293765899165791107</id><published>2008-03-23T23:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:03:37.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-bg2Fv1UoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hO7q3zpTcTQ/s1600-h/Easterblessings.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181075641196696194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-bg2Fv1UoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hO7q3zpTcTQ/s320/Easterblessings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;
The Easter Bunny


There's a story quite funny,
About a toy bunny,
And the wonderful things she can do;
Every bright Easter morning,
Without warning,
She colors eggs, red, green, or blue.

Some she covers with spots,
Some with quaint little dots,
And some with strange mixed colors, too
-- Red and green, blue and yellow,
But each unlike his fellow
Are eggs of every hue.

And it's odd, as folks say,
That on no other day
In all of the whole year through,
Does this wonderful bunny,
So busy and funny,
Color eggs of every hue.

If this story you doubt
She will soon find you out,
And what do you think she will do?
On the next Easter morning
She'll bring you without warning,
Those eggs of every hue.

...M. Josephine Todd, 1909 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I truly hope everyone has a wonderful Easter,

Happy Resurrection Sunday!

May you be blessed this new season in your walk with Jesus and
May the Lord send many Blessings your way, today and always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-1293765899165791107?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/1293765899165791107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/1293765899165791107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/1293765899165791107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-bg2Fv1UoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hO7q3zpTcTQ/s72-c/Easterblessings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-4704104298515837169</id><published>2008-03-22T00:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:38:49.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Your Pram!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-RGzlv1UkI/AAAAAAAAAUI/envS7CcU9FM/s1600-h/10785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180343323502924354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-RGzlv1UkI/AAAAAAAAAUI/envS7CcU9FM/s320/10785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
A German couple made a shocking discovery when they found a handgun in a baby stroller they purchased in an internet auction.

As the woman was cleaning the pram, she found a loaded nine-millimetre pistol in a side pocket, Hamburg police said on Wednesday.

The 39-year-old who sold the item could not explain how the weapon came to be in the stroller. A search of the man's apartment yielded no further information for investigators. The baby stroller had apparently been in the man's cellar for some three years.

Isn´t this shocking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-4704104298515837169?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/4704104298515837169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/check-your-pram.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4704104298515837169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4704104298515837169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/check-your-pram.html' title='Check Your Pram!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-RGzlv1UkI/AAAAAAAAAUI/envS7CcU9FM/s72-c/10785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-3216355159696004458</id><published>2008-03-22T00:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:33:46.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Miracle?</title><content type='html'>This is in the headline today...Birthday cake saves German driver in crash

A German driver walked away from a car wreck unhurt after finding a soft landing in her own homemade birthday cake, police said on Friday. 

The 26-year-old woman skidded on a snowy street and slammed into a tree near the city of Freudenstadt in the southern state of Baden-Württemberg.

The car was completely wrecked. But the woman escaped unhurt after being caught by her airbag and birthday cake, police said.

Miracle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-3216355159696004458?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/3216355159696004458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3216355159696004458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3216355159696004458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-miracle.html' title='Easter Miracle?'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-408063763958055171</id><published>2008-03-20T13:02:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:41:05.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter In Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-J4r1v1UjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nL04GLpoYuA/s1600-h/10777.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179835215986905650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-J4r1v1UjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nL04GLpoYuA/s320/10777.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I was hoping to have sunny and warm Easter day this year but it seems like it will be the other way round. Easter holidays won’t be very spring-like in Germany this year. Bundle up for the Easter egg hunt, the German weather service warned, because a major low is rolling in just in time for the weekend with unseasonably cold, wet weather. Heavy clouds bearing rain and snow arrive since yesterday and temperatures drop to the low single digits. We will have to get used to snow again, even in the flat lands like our place....urrghh!. There will also be strong sleet and thunderstorms. The weather service said today´s temperature will continue to drop below freezing and Germans living in the country’s southern regions (our area larrr) can expect snow showers (infact its snowing pretty much outside right now...want some? Can make Ais Batu Campur hehe..), especially at higher altitudes...this give more benefit to the people who spend their holiday skiing, they will have 15 more inches extra snow for skiing!!..sioknya!. Windy storms are also in the forecast for the night before Good Friday...So there goes our Easter weather forcast...So how to do egg hunting like this? Maybe my boys will end up digging egg bunny inside the snow this year kaka...but never mind I am going to do it anyway..Easter bunny always cheer the children up right, no matter how the weather is....I am pretty sure they will enjoy hunting egg at the same time enjoying rolling on the snow..LOL (I hope this is the last snow for this season!). Thank God today is Wednesday, Kenneth´s last day at school. He will have short breaks until Tuesday, Gosh, am running out of idea to entertain my kid during the break!. We supposed to spend Easter with Oma this weekend but hubby is still coughing and having slight cold, its dangerous for a 91 years old Oma, hubby might spread the cold to her, so we postponed our visit to a later day, oh well, a bit disappointed but we only have one Oma and that's more important, don´t want to risk her. I have done our BIG groceries shopping yesterday, I have to make sure we have enough food during holiday because shops and supermarkets will be closed for few days here. Stressful shopping with these two little cheeky monsters..Sudahlah crowded, anak-anak running here and there, wanted to buy this and that, and when time to pay, Ghosh! what a long queue at the counter and I have to wait for ages until my turn to pay my stuff (Not my likey!) because some customers in front of me really doing MUCH MUCH bigger shopping than me haha..Some people are scare to starve, you should see their shopping trolleys, they shop enough stock for world war LOL, common!, we only have a few days break. Anyway, no more complaining hehe..sorry about that!.

Anyway, I guess it is interesting for you to explore facts about Easter customs in Germany. Here are ideas about Easter celebration in Germany: - Have a good read.

• In Germany, Easter commences on the Good Friday with the draping of cross. It is on this day, people eat fish as a part of Easter feast. (I bought my fish yesterday, the freezer was almost empty, everyone bought the same fish..lucky me I was fast!).

• In the menu of special Easter lunch on the Easter Sunday, colored Easter eggs and lamb shaped cake acquire prominent positions. In the sweets, people relish the cookies and chocolate candies. (Yess..I mine all ready!).

• As a part of Easter traditions in Germany, egg hunt game is very popular among the Germans. Another game that is enjoyed by kids is Chocolate kiss. (This year have to dig in the snow larr).

• To give a warm welcome to the spring season, there is a tradition of burning the old Christmas trees in a specially chosen venue.

• Green colored Easter eggs are used on the Maundy Holy Thursday.

• In the &lt;a href="http://www.oberammergau.de/"&gt;Oberammergau&lt;/a&gt; town of Germany, passion play is held which is based on the life of Jesus Christ. It's a play in which about 1200 villagers participate and the play is a real long one, extending up to six hours.

• Before the start of Lent season, a special carnival called Fasching is held. Its major attractions include a parade in which people showoff their masks.

• Kids light huge bonfires on the Easter eve.

• German people prepare a special recipe called Cruller, which is a kind of thick doughnut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-408063763958055171?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/408063763958055171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-in-germany.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/408063763958055171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/408063763958055171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-in-germany.html' title='Easter In Germany'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R-J4r1v1UjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nL04GLpoYuA/s72-c/10777.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-3314283546775680721</id><published>2008-03-20T12:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:10:45.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What love means to a 4-8 yr old‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;This is very sweet cannot help but to share, take a few minutes to read this. It is so worth it. Touching words from mouths of babes. A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?" Happy Reading.

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6
(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5


"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 6

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-3314283546775680721?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/3314283546775680721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-love-means-to-4-8-yr-old.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3314283546775680721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3314283546775680721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-love-means-to-4-8-yr-old.html' title='What love means to a 4-8 yr old‏'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-6705751355277005719</id><published>2008-03-17T11:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:45:01.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some More..Food Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R95LW3a72mI/AAAAAAAAATs/FZ6AqbYN6bY/s1600-h/getFullSizePhoto.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178659477728778850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R95LW3a72mI/AAAAAAAAATs/FZ6AqbYN6bY/s200/getFullSizePhoto.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
STOMPer Celine came across an article from the New Straits Times about hawkers in Johor Baru who allegedly coat fried snacks with plastic to meet the demands for crispy snacks.

The article reads as follows:

"CONSUMERS' demand for crispy snacks like goreng pisang and keledek has allegedly caused hawkers in Johor Baru to literally coat fried snacks with plastic, creating a health scare.

"Emails are said to have been sent out warning people to keep away from consuming extra crispy fried snacks or even chicken.

"The emails tell how some hawkers had allegedly been seen adding plastic straws and bottles into boiling oil before frying their snacks.

"The snacks thus produced would remain crispy for several hours, the emails said.

"A factory worker, Rauf Hamdan, 24, claimed he actually saw a goreng pisang seller in the city throwing a plastic bottle into boiling oil, causing the bottle to melt.

""When I asked the hawker about it, he just matter-of-factly said his customers had not complained of any health hazards from eating his goreng pisang.

""He also said this 'recipe' was now popular among many hawkers like him."

"Rauf said it was shocking that sellers of fried snacks were not bothered about the possible health hazards to their consumers.

"Plastic bottles are made of polyvinyl chloride (PVC) which can cause various forms of cancer and birth deformities, if eaten.

"According to the emails, the trend alledgedly started in Thailand, for frying ikan bilis and onions. It spread to Kedah and Perlis, then the rest of the country.

"The sender of one of the emails said his uncle had allegedly seen a goreng pisang seller adding plastic drinking straws into hot oil in Perlis.

"A friend said he had seen a hawker in Cameron Highland allegedly melt a five-litre empty cooking oil bottle in boiling oil by stirring it in.

"Consumers Association of Penang research officer T. Subbarao said CAP would launch an immediate investigation."

&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now i am wondering if the person who cooked it, eat it? or served to his/her own family. That was so mean of them to serve customers with melted plastic just for the crispiness and money. Dunno what is safe to eat anymore in this world kan, macam-macam tukang masak boleh ubah and tambah.&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/7282234577184866276-6705751355277005719?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/6705751355277005719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-morefood-alert.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6705751355277005719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6705751355277005719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-morefood-alert.html' title='Some More..Food Alert!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R95LW3a72mI/AAAAAAAAATs/FZ6AqbYN6bY/s72-c/getFullSizePhoto.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-375493041436581096</id><published>2008-03-17T11:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:40:16.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware Of Fried Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Found this in my email today,  I know there are a few friends living in Malaysia reading this here so if I do offend anyone with this article, I'm sorry. Still prevention is better than cure right. No wonder people got sick, all kind of weird sickness .. we've been consuming all kind of things out there.. cooking at home is still the best option :D
&lt;/span&gt;

This is a REAL TRUE STORY, recently also happend in Tunjang, Kedah....

It happended to us too, in PERLIS (Titi Chai Kangar..the pasar malam area where they always selling GORENG PISANG at noon ..)

Mom said , my uncle saw that when they fried the GORENG PISANG they added the STRAW ( which we use to drink water) and melted into HOT OIL before frying that's why, the GORENG PISANG, GORENG UBI..etc all very crispy for hours....

And, my uncle could not explain why, and he asked them , they just keep quiet..and then when my uncle told my mom, and we realized this is how to make the foods crispy for a while.. my mom said, be careful of Thailand stuffs too example: Crispy Ikan Bilis, Crispy fried onions ..which if you leave in the open air for hours still stay crispy..

Like in GERMANY, our place only, we only have rain 5-times or less a YEAR. so , if we leave our bread in the open air overnight, next day it will stay crispy...otherwise it will never..because the environment.... here is very dry.. but in Malaysia, it should not be because too moisture there.

Please forward to all your friends if you can..
DO NOT EAT CRISPY FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD especially from the hawker !.. Try leaving it in the open air for hours and see.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's another one:

The world is changing, I read some news oh my my...not only the Chinese are wicked but everywhere... here the news comes...

I have been to Cameron Highlands with my family, It was 3 pm ++ We were hanging around the market area, we saw many hawker stalls doing their business, suddenly something attracted me... One of the stalls, there was a big wok of oil and there was a half-5-litre empty oil bottle on it!

It was melting slowly in the hot frying oil... I freaked out, I thought it was an unintentional act by a 7-yr-old girl .but when I looked at it closely, I saw a pair of chopstick stirring the bottle.. seemed like it was done purposely. Immediately I asked my family to come and check it out... at that moment, the parents of the girl who sat beside, were looking at us ferociously.

Oh my god... they were using melted plastic to fry food... the reason is that the tit bits will not soften after placing for sometime due to plastic had been harden after melted.

Experiment had been done as below.
One without plastic - food is kind of soft after a while ¼ add plastic, and fry another once again... it crispier than KFC !!

Please stop eating this hawker's fried food... Ask your mum to fry if u want to eat.. This is their secret receipe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-375493041436581096?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/375493041436581096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/beware-of-fried-food.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/375493041436581096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/375493041436581096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/beware-of-fried-food.html' title='Beware Of Fried Food'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-3015618793293713812</id><published>2008-03-14T14:22:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:07:51.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeahh It´s Movie Time</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking just now what I am going to do with Kenneth in the afternoon while Kyle is having his afternoon nap...Kadang-kadang bingung juga mau fikir how to keep kids entertained other than switching on the TV. He said he wanted to play Papa´s computer, he likes to play some German children games like playmobil, Lowenzahn, Sendung der Maus and a few more..But I only allow him to have the computer on weekend, so he was really looking forward to have the computer today but suddenly the phone rang...his friend´s mom invited him to come along with her son (Felix) to go to a cinema in town...At first I was reluctant to let him go because the movie is only for children above 6 years old...who knows the film will be too much for his age, maybe its too wild nah....but then I was thinking, why not, let him have a try...my son is only 1 year younger for the movie and after all it´s Friday, I decided to let him go with his good friend and enjoy the movie....bukan main lagi budak2 skarang oh kan. They have been to a cinema together a few times already but most of the time Kyle and I came along...but today I just let the big boys enjoy the film...If only the film is for children age O I am sure I will drag Kyle along hehehe... but I guess not this time.

Its a german children film..so please don´t ask me what´s the film about haha because I don´t know....I never be bothered to look at the preview...

Aren´t the children today so lucky? At age 5 already can go to a cinema (of course with parent´s company). They even have film for age O haha...these people in the cinema really know how to make money right. I brought Kyle once to see &lt;a href="http://www.beemovie.com/"&gt;BEE MOVIE&lt;/a&gt;...in the beginning I thought he would not be sitting down, I was thinking he must be climbing up and down or running around in the cinema room while the film showing....but I was surprised he enjoyed the movie very much, teriak teriak lagi tu whenever he saw bee flying haha..he just sat there with us watching while enjoying his cup of popcorn...haha..nasip jugalah, the 4 euro ticket for Kyle was not wasted. I don´t let this to be a our habit but once a in while is ok especially when the weather outside is no nice...kalau selalu matilah mama pokai!. I remember when I was still a child living in a small village, I never went to a cinema....we didn´t even have a cinema in our small town... The only home entertainment for my siblings and I was the 14 inches black and white screen tv. That was more than enough for us LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-3015618793293713812?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/3015618793293713812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeahh-its-movie-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3015618793293713812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3015618793293713812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeahh-its-movie-time.html' title='Yeahh It´s Movie Time'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-8018314548467771889</id><published>2008-03-14T09:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:59:39.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Weather Here!</title><content type='html'>Weather has not been so good the past few days - Stormy, cold and rainy on most days ... Spring is just around the corner but it looks like autumn aka winter here. England and France are hit badly by the storm, but thank God, it hadn't been too bad in Germany...itu storm macam limpas saja di sini. Nevertheless, there had been interruptions in our tv cable transmission, and making our internet connection slow at times. The days are really grey...It makes me feel so down at times ... don´t ask me why ...but I believe we all have the up and down for no reasons sometimes hehe...

Yesterday morning I went shopping I had to fight pushing my shopping trolley..I almost couldn´t make it to the car, very windy plus rain wahh...I could feel the wind slapping hard on my face!. Kalau pakai skirt memang naik atas punya tu hahaha..

We do need rain tho' to wash away all these yellow pollens that have been creating havoc to people's health...sore/scratchy/itchy throat...drippy nose and runny eyes! One of them is hubby, suffering from this blossom season. Some people really suffering from it, they even have to go for jab, I am glad, touch wood! the boys and I don´t have allergy when Spring comes...

Kyle is fully recovered from his fever and bronchitis now, for me thats all what matters!...hubby was suffering bad soar troat and heacheache but still had to go to work because there is an important matters he had to attend at work (poor guy!), now recovering but still very tired. Thank God today is Friday yeayyy..I, myself had a slight soar troat a fews day ago but luckily its totally gone now..cepat2 saya ambil medication to prevent its getting worse..I cannot afford to get sick!, everyone at home depend on MAMA!.

School children will have their 2 weeks school holiday start next week (Spring Break) and some parents already looking forward to this break. That means there will be a heavy traffic on the road especially the highway heading to Austria and Italy cause many people want to go skiing in the mountain. I am unfortunate cause there will be no break for pre-schooler like Kenneth. He still has to attend pre-school during the break, I cannot dream of having extra sleeping beauty especially when the weather like this, its nice to tuck myself in bed with my soft thick blanket hehe...Well, I still have to get up early to get breakfast for family but at least Kenneth will have break from Sport, Music School and Kyle doesn´t have to attend his weekly therapy..so I hope I will have a good relaxing time with the boys at home, I guess that must be every moms dream to relax when they can right.

I guess I better go and prepare some Chicken ginger soup for myself soon...its nice to enjoy hot soup when its cold...give me more energy hehe...

The good news is they forcast good weather at the weekend, the temperature will be 11 degrees celcius with sunshine (not so warm yet tapi bershukur sudah tu haha). We plan to go out of town to make use of the nice day!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-8018314548467771889?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/8018314548467771889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/nasty-weather-here.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8018314548467771889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8018314548467771889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/nasty-weather-here.html' title='Nasty Weather Here!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-5547645136747999628</id><published>2008-03-13T13:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:59:19.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone? Please Help..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sorry to ask but since I am new in blogging thingy...I cannot help but to ask question hehe...maybe some of you can see whats happening in my blog...I attached a few photos in my blog but I am disappointed everytime when I log into my blog I cannot view the photos, all I can see is RED X, all the photos turned into RED X, bikin sakit mata sia....why is that ah? Tolong gia advice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Muches Gracias!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Danke (German)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-5547645136747999628?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/5547645136747999628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/anyone-please-help.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5547645136747999628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5547645136747999628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/anyone-please-help.html' title='Anyone? Please Help..'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-3516355977815794435</id><published>2008-03-10T17:21:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:55:23.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Germany was hit by Storm Emma two weeks ago and because of the storm people were asked to stay home and no long travel if possible. But thank God we were spared from the storm..we had very strong wind in our place, our neighbour´s roof was blown off but they managed to fix them at the same day...but it was not as bad as other areas..luckily!..some pilots have to fight with their flights during the storm but luckily no disaster occurred...before that only two hours driving from our place was earthquake, I was scared when I saw it on tv..once again I praised Lord its not at our area... a few scary things happened recently...

Actually we planned to go out of town but we didn´t want to take any risk from the storm so we decided just to look at shops nearby...we remembered Kenneth needed a new bike. His old bike was almost too small for him. Normally during this season they have bikes on sale everywhere....so we dragged our boys along and hoping to find a good bargain at the bike shop not far from our house. Eventhough it was very windy and drizzling but it wouldn´t stop our mission that day.

We let Kenneth choosing his favourite bike.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;he couldn´t made up his mind after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R9Vh0Ha72iI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EkANIwp-e5Y/s1600-h/DSC02222.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176150894705367586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R9Vh0Ha72iI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EkANIwp-e5Y/s320/DSC02222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; seeing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;plenty choices of boys bikes there....rambang mata terus dia hehe...but he was clever he chosed one with blue colour...which suited mama´s taste too. He made a good choice, its a brand. Do you know the brand of the bike? PUKY..LOL..( sounds like bad word kan? nasip bukan ended with I LOL) the first time I saw this word on the bike I laughed to my head haha....apparently the brand that he was taking is very popular cause its very reliable and tahan lama...his old bike has the same brand eventhought Kenneth fell off so many times..basikal hampas2 on the ground, donno how many times...but the bike is still in good condition now...tahan lasak!.but of course the price also bikin potong leher...but knowing my son will ride more often when Summer comes so we guess its better to get him a good new one eventhough I was thinking just to get him a second hand bike from a bike bazaar here....the price is much much cheaper of course but well we don´t know how long does the bike last after somebody has been using it right...After all one day Kyle can “waris” the bike from Kenneth. When I saw my son trying on the new bikes I realized how my boy has grown up...tida sedar oh..early last year he was still riding three wheels bike haha...We were really lucky cause that was the last type of bike standing there...so we grab it!.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R9VirHa72jI/AAAAAAAAATA/lcLXa3aVjFU/s1600-h/DSC02223.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176151839598172722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R9VirHa72jI/AAAAAAAAATA/lcLXa3aVjFU/s320/DSC02223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;After getting his NEW TOY he couldn´t wait that long to try it but too bad we had to leave the bike standing in the garage for a few days cause its still quite cold for him to go out riding (very windy bah). In some areas were still snowing...luckily not in our area...brrr....btw, I can see many Tulips coming out in people garden..its so nice to see those flowers... a few days ago we had one fine sunny day and since Kyle is recovering we took the boys went out for a long joy ride....Kenneth had a sweetest day with his new bike and I was glad Kyle manage to inhale some fresh air....its good for his lung!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-3516355977815794435?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/3516355977815794435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/joy-ride.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3516355977815794435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3516355977815794435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/joy-ride.html' title='Joy Ride'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R9Vh0Ha72iI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EkANIwp-e5Y/s72-c/DSC02222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-9024170460880511142</id><published>2008-03-08T00:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:09:08.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I have Been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Where I have been?

Well, I have been so stress and down for a couple of days when my younger boy sick!. It was my another nightmare! But our bad days just over, Kyle feel better now. Thank God that we didn´t end up to the hospital this time (he was admitted twice before because of lung infection). Kyle is a premee boy, (will blog about this another time...such a long story) he seem to catch every respiratory infection that goes around every winter. He is more sensitive to cold climate in general. That is why I really wish I can get away from the winter because my son prefers warmer surroundings. Last week his bronchitis came back again and went down with fever for almost 6 days. My heart broke seeing my small boy with frequent hacking cough.

His cough and breathlessness would be worse at night time because of the collected mucus in his lung and this really disturbed his sleeps for a few nights. He was wheezing most of the time and coughing endlessly...because of that I didn´t sleep well as well for a new nights..I was worried like hell!. So my job was nursing him, keeping my eye on him for 24 hours, waking up and giving him medications in the middle of the night....During day time I felt like a zombie!. Twice I had to bring him to see our Children doctor to have his lung checked-up. During the examination doctor found out that his left lung was already a bit infected but he got all the prescribed medicines that can help open his bronchial tubes and clear out mucus from his lung so it´s easier for him to breathe....which we need to give through inhaler....and now he is under two different antibiotics treatment. He needs to take his medicines with the inhaler for 14 days now and after that we´ll see..I have to get him check-up again and hopefully he will be fully recovered by then...

I really pity my son..because of his sickness, his appetite had decreased. His body weigh dropped a little...I tried in every way to offer him food but he just rejected it. Most of the times he is playful and cheerful child, never sit quietly in one place but when he would not be keeping in good health he would become very mild, occasionally got irritated so easily and got very angry if not obeyed.

&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R9qi83a72lI/AAAAAAAAATk/pk1RboTAr0I/s1600-h/DSC02243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177629888168581714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R9qi83a72lI/AAAAAAAAATk/pk1RboTAr0I/s200/DSC02243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank God my son is slowly recovering now, still not eating much but at least he started drinking more fluid again and trying to catch up his sleepless nights...He started to be lively again and I am so glad to see his improvement. As his mom, I will be very glad if one day he can get rid of his dependence on bronchodilator drugs and inhalers and hopefully he can start lead a normal healthy life.


&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R9HRCna72fI/AAAAAAAAASY/DKt7M93sL74/s1600-h/DSC02241.JPG"&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/7282234577184866276-9024170460880511142?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/9024170460880511142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-i-have-been_08.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/9024170460880511142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/9024170460880511142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-i-have-been_08.html' title='Where I have Been?'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R9qi83a72lI/AAAAAAAAATk/pk1RboTAr0I/s72-c/DSC02243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-6193041095918401191</id><published>2008-03-07T17:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:39:52.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story..Its Worth Reading!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students.

However I've also had my share of what I call "musically challenged" pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby.

But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.

Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's going to hear me play someday." But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.

Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons.
I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!

Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing "Miss Hondorf I've just got to play!" he insisted.

I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital.. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my "curtain closer."

Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. "Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought.. "Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"

Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.
Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. "I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? " Through the microphone Robby explained: "Well Miss Hondorf . Remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning And well . . . She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special."

There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.

No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy. . . Of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone a nd you don't know why.

Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;May God bless you today, tomorrow and always.
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If God didn't have a purpose for us. We wouldn't be here!&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/7282234577184866276-6193041095918401191?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/6193041095918401191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/true-storyits-worth-reading.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6193041095918401191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6193041095918401191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/true-storyits-worth-reading.html' title='True Story..Its Worth Reading!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-4891342439239746907</id><published>2008-03-01T00:33:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:08:49.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Gift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I know it is Lent Season but its 23 more days until Easter. Most shops and houses already showing the spirit of Easter by putting up Easter Decorations. Apa lagi Easter Eggs and Easter Bunnies can be seen everywhere now.

Kids already got their advance Easter Gift from our neighbour who live just a few block away. My boys are lucky cause these people are sooo children friendly...they have been pampering the boys...they shower them with many presents.... Whenever they appear to our doorsteps they must have something to the boys...untung lah durang ni selalu dapat hadiah. I feel so blessed jugalah. I am sure they´ll be missed when we move away from this town one day ..wuahh!!. See what she gave to my boys..cute or not? I find those bunny figures are so cute so tayang lah sikit hehehe....knowing her, I am sure she will come again before Easter with some Chocolates and other Easter goodies!. Sometimes I try to avoid those sweet stuff but somehow its hard to let down people who are just being nice to us right. If it is continue like this abis lah saya, I will never snap into my jeans hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;
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Kyle enjoy playing with his new toys...he likes to make the figure kiss each other hahaha..kids are always cute right.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-4891342439239746907?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/4891342439239746907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-gift.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4891342439239746907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4891342439239746907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-gift.html' title='Easter Gift.'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R8ieV8NYpUI/AAAAAAAAARo/ja9nJN-beXY/s72-c/DSC02187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-5674060474284561866</id><published>2008-02-29T15:16:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:51:35.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>She is Undiscipline!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Yup! I heard it loud and clear the birds are chirping outside here, the weather is bright and sunny with nice cool air, another blessing and glorious day!..

I'd love to hang around for a bit, but kinda tired today, I don´t feel 100 percent good, got a little bit of soar troat and slight flu...I hope I won´t get worse, not when the weather is getting nicer...grrr..

My elder son supposed to go for his Sport on Monday at 16.15 (he attends 1 hour sport every Monday) but since his good friend, Felix couldn´t make it (he fell sick) so Kenneth refused to go by his own, he decided to stay home and watched Snow White video which I borrowed from the Library that morning. The reason he didn´t want to go without Felix was because they´re the only GENTLEMEN in the group...the rest are all young ladies, so I guess it must be awkward for him being the only MAN doing sport, running around with all the ladies in the hall...hehehe..So I gave him my OK! he could stay home that day.

There was one incident happened in the Sport Hall which really annoyed me. Its happened 3 weeks ago, on the way home from his sport Kenneth complain there was a girl in his group hit him, kicked him and even spitted him on the cheek during the sport. I was really stunt! I loss words for a second when I heard it, I almost couldn´t believed it someone spitted on my child´s cheek. Never mind about the hitting or kicking, it wouldn´t kill my son but I was just sick of thinking about the spitting part..its disgusting bah!!. How come my son only told me when we were almost reaching home?? Why not in the hall just after the sport?? If he had told me earlier I would have confront that girl or complain to the teacher straight away!!.

Knowing boys are so naughty and wild sometimes so I thought it was Kenneth who started it all, so I questioned him!, but he denied it, even Felix saw what happened so my son couldn´t be lying...I got so frustrated, not with the girl instead with the teachers. I was wondering what are the teachers doing? I know they are 2 teachers with less than 10 kids so I think it shouldn´t be so much work to look after them... Sometimes I wonder if they´re just sitting at the corner reading gossip magazines, smoking or drinking coffee..Hey common we are paying them!!!.

Its really driving me nuts!. how come some children are so undiscipline and no manners at all? I should not ask!, No wonder lah! You should see the way some parents bring up their children over here. ...of course not all of them but what I see most of the children here (OP) are really lack of discipline, the parents give them so much freedom, you should see the way they talk to their parents, gerigitan kau tinguk. Nothing like us back home, for us parents or elderly are the people we should give respect, hormat!!. But what I see here, children are talking so impolite, rude, so disrespect and even shouting back at parents like nothing!!...When I saw it my stomach shrink oh!!. My girl friend´s (Wife Malaysian, hubby German) son is 15 years old living with his grandma, one afternoon the grandma was trying to offer her help to her grandchild in doing his homework, do you know what the boy answered her? "Just shut up your mouth, do not interrupt", can you imagine your child talking such thing to their grandparents? and do you know what the grandma answered him? "OK...when you say so, I am out from here". Is that all she can say??? If I am the mother I could have spank my child that very moment..(sorry to say, I know NO SPANKING, just came out from my mouth because I was too angry)...thank god he´s not my son!!.

Luckily my son was smart enought he approached the teacher and complain about the girl that day, she was told off by the teacher and being warned if she gonna repeat the stupid thing again they gonna tell her parents about it.....nahhh..baru dia tau!!.

At home I complain to my husband about it and I think he is more frustrated than me. I felt like facing the parents, but I didn´t want to make small matter worse so sabar sajalah, in my heart she is only a little girl! If the parents know maybe she will be in trouble or they just ignore it (kadang2 some parents buat ndak tau saja, dibiar saja anak pukul anak orang) so I was being nice!. Since this is LENT season I forgive her. I said OK only ONCE, no more!. I reminded my son if she or anybody else hurt him in anyway in the future, he should warn them or hit back!!! I don´t care, am I a sinful mom now? Well, I don´t mean to teach my son to be a bad boy but at least he must learn how to defend himself....


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-5674060474284561866?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/5674060474284561866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-so-undiscipline_29.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5674060474284561866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5674060474284561866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-so-undiscipline_29.html' title='She is Undiscipline!!!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-6963786424556956253</id><published>2008-02-29T13:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:46:50.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wow...this is my lucky week, got another Award you know!. Really I am so blessed and honored!. Thanks so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hildachristie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Billy´s Mom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R8f9xMNYpTI/AAAAAAAAARg/wb_jF_xJNko/s1600-h/peacesign.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172381718591087922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R8f9xMNYpTI/AAAAAAAAARg/wb_jF_xJNko/s320/peacesign.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nessa-mumblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...I am presenting you this award...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-6963786424556956253?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/6963786424556956253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/peace-award.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6963786424556956253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6963786424556956253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/peace-award.html' title='Peace Award'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R8f9xMNYpTI/AAAAAAAAARg/wb_jF_xJNko/s72-c/peacesign.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-5306812688707800004</id><published>2008-02-28T10:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:13:37.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hi received this from a friend wanna share with you...:)
Have a nice day.
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Come with me to a third grade classroom..... There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives. The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, "Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat."He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered.As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl
that is filled with water. Susie trips infront of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap. The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!" Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie. She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You've done enough, you klutz! "Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Susie whispers back, "I wet my pants once too. "May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good..Remember. Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian any morethan standing in your garage makes you a car. Each and everyone one of us is going through tough times right now, but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can. Keep the faith. My instructions were to pick people that I wanted God to bless, and I picked you. Feel free to pass this to people you want to be blessed. And The Prayer: Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and those that I caredeeply for, who are reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power. I ask You to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Wherethere is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your grace.Where there is need, I ask you to fulfill their needs. Bless their homes, families, finances, their goings and their comings. Amen.

JOHN 14:6Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comesto the Father except through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-5306812688707800004?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/5306812688707800004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/wet-pants.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5306812688707800004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/5306812688707800004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/wet-pants.html' title='Wet Pants'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-3542130754612332140</id><published>2008-02-27T10:04:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:25:58.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got this award yesterday!!
Too happy....until don't know what to say.....
This award given to me by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nessa-mumblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nessa&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171584170989152178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R8UoZz3XZ7I/AAAAAAAAARA/Q7W3r7Ls4uw/s400/Awards.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to thank &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nessa-mumblings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nessa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for her kindness and I would like to pass it to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hildachristie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billy´s Mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-3542130754612332140?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/3542130754612332140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/award.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3542130754612332140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3542130754612332140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/award.html' title='Award'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R8UoZz3XZ7I/AAAAAAAAARA/Q7W3r7Ls4uw/s72-c/Awards.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-4047485886141038882</id><published>2008-02-26T15:46:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:52:39.132+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Helper" Is Back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It has been with us for 5 years now. It has been great having it, since I have one, my work in the kitchen become more efficient labah kunun...Not only that it saves a lot of my time, tida lah payah berdiri berjam-jam didapur lagi, while it helps me I can easily do other things in the house...di pendek kan cerita I am always thankful lah for its service.

But last weekend when I wanted to start it, all of a sudden it went "mogok", takan punya takan "Start" button masih tida jalan, grrrr not happy Luthie!!..geram sudah sia tu...Well, kalau dia mati terus I would not be surprised cause its an old helper...But I was worried!, the problem is I cannot afford to replace into new one...not right now when we need to save every penny for our new house planning!!. I tried to pujuk hubby (dengan muka 2o cents sia tu) to have a look at our old Electrolux Dish Washer. Belum2 lagi hubby already said if he cannot repair it then we have to wash our dishes manually from now on! Sucks!. Itu yang sia tida mau fikir tu, bah kana manja sudah ni jari jari, bagaya!. Padahal dulu bukan main terer lagi cuci piring kalau ada orang kawin dikampung, betimbun-timbun lagi tu LOL:) Those were the days!. Well, hubby spent several hours trying to figure out which part was broken...he took out almost every part:) tinggal tulang lagi tu machine sia tinguk haha...while he was doing it I was wondering if he can put it up together again LOL :) macam tida trust laki oh kan LOL. Apa lagi when all are opened I could see and smell all the collected fungus and old food yg stuck yukkks..Sorry ah don´t eat while you´re reading this LOL... kesian juga si hubby:) it was kinda stressful juga for him. But alas thank god it´s working again...Phuuhh. Punyalah saya lega!... Blessed hubby´s heart for his patient that day..I don´t know if he managed to repair it or pressed some buttons coincidental....haha.

Anyway, I was more than happy to have my old machine working again...I hope it still can serve us until we get a new one..The only problem is, WHEN will, or IF EVER, I get a new one? Hopefully Mr. Santa will bring me ONE on Christmas :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-4047485886141038882?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/4047485886141038882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-helper-is-back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4047485886141038882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4047485886141038882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-helper-is-back.html' title='My &quot;Helper&quot; Is Back!!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-2652490935122593654</id><published>2008-02-24T22:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:20:44.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive Sh*t You'll Never Need!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why use my money to buy these stuff when I can feed a starving country?
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Pay $68,000 for a Cricket Ball

This diamond studded cricket ball was presented to the Best Indian and Best International players at the 2007 Cricket World Cup tournament. The diamond cricket ball was created by Gitanjali Gems Limited. Each diamond ball is studded with 5,728 pieces of diamonds with a worth of approximately $68,500.

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Pay $1.63 Million for a Purse

On June 14, 2007, Ginza Tanaka showcased this diamond platinum bag at a fashion show in Tokyo. The handbag is shaped out of pure platinum and studded with 2,182 diamonds totaling 208 carats. The handbag has a brilliant price tag of $1.63 million.

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Pay $1,000 for a Pizza

The world's most expensive pizza was made by Nino's Bellissima Pizza (located in New York City). The 12-inch pizza is topped with creme fraiche, chives, eight ounces of four different kinds of Petrossian caviar, four ounces of thinly sliced Maine lobster tail, salmon roe, and a little bit of wasabi to complement all the fish. The pizza is cut into eight... that is a mere $125 for each serving. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pay $1.3 Million for a Cell Phone

Designed by Peter Aloisson, the Diamond Crypto Smartphone is made out of platinum and rose gold. It has over 80 diamonds on it. There are 50 diamonds going up and down the sides (10 are blue diamonds), the navigation key has 28 diamonds surrounding it and the navigation button is actually a 1/2 carat diamond. The buttons on the sides are suppose to be diamonds too. It costs $1.3 million, so that phone better work!.


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Pay $1,500,000 for a Box of Chocolates
Le Chocolat features a selection of Lake Forest Confections gourmet chocolates, selected by the confectioners master candy maker, as well as an arrangement of magnificent jewelry from Simon's personal jewelry and gemstone vault. The price tag is $1,500,000. The jewelry that comes along with the box of chocolates includes a "priceless" collection of natural yellow and blue diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires from Simons Jewelers. (How priceless can it be with a price tag?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-2652490935122593654?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/2652490935122593654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/expensive-sht-youll-never-need_24.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2652490935122593654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2652490935122593654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/expensive-sht-youll-never-need_24.html' title='Expensive Sh*t You&apos;ll Never Need!!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7w4Ej3XZ2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/NxHyl2sz74w/s72-c/a91_ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-3438867667392543296</id><published>2008-02-23T23:55:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:10:13.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Smell Something Good!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The family who wanted to buy our house called up a few days ago. They informed us their loan application (for buying our house) has been approved!!..yepiii. I felt like jumping when I heard the news. I can smell good news already but for now I better don´t put my hope so high...not until we sit down in front of the Notary... The family is now waiting for the letter of confirmation from their bank... I hope they will get it within this week. If everything goes well, we will sign sale and purchase agreement end of February or sometime in March. I am still keeping my finger crossed!!. Wish us luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-3438867667392543296?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/3438867667392543296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-smell-something-good.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3438867667392543296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/3438867667392543296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-smell-something-good.html' title='I Smell Something Good!!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-2757879454305067084</id><published>2008-02-23T01:34:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:58:07.538+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Of Relax!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7v0jT3XZtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Uzr-rtZM8Ag/s1600-h/tulips-bulbs-003.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I cannot help but to blog about it LOL...I think everyone was in good mood yesterday coz we had such a nice weather. After doing some errands in the house I took a short break, sitting in my living room enjoying my hot capucino. I was looking outside my garden through my glass doors and I noticed so many dirty finger prints on my glass doors ...darn!. I don´t remember when was the last time I cleaned the glass doors and my windows..I think 3 or 4 months ago. When its dark and gloomy everything look clean and shining, but once the sun comes out the real truth speak out:) not only finger prints, lips prints pun ada, I didn´t know that my boys have been kissing the glass doors when I was not looking :) One family had an appointment to see our house (Our house is still in advert) at 6pm so before they came I guess I had to do my early Spring Cleaning. Its not really a job that I like to do but it has to be done!.

The temperature was about 12 degrees yesterday and it was sunny, its a shame to stay home when the weather is nice outside....we don´t know how long does it last. As soon as my son woke up from his afternoon nap, we drove to the town centre..I haven´t been to the town centre since Christmas!. I blame it on Winter, the cold weather didn´t motivate me strolling in town, sejuk bah!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Maybe because I haven´t been to town for quite sometimes..biji mata pun jadi besar, I was really tempted to do shopping hehe.. I have to keep reminding myself not to do any more unneccesarry shopping....I think that´s the weak point of every woman...SHOPPING! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I managed to do a few things in town which I wanted to do. The most important thing was to get my son´s glasses repaired, he has not been wearing his glasses for two days because the glass came out from its frame, I don´t know how it happened, maybe he was jumping too much, dropped and accidently stepped on it, I am glad the shop owner was so kind, he didn´t charge me anything, not even 1 euro cent!. maybe because we are regular customers or because we bought the glasses there, I don´t know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A friend of mine had her birthday in January but we never got the chance to celebrate her birthday together. She just gave birth to her first baby so I guess she has been busy adjusting her new life as a mom. I managed to get her a little present for her belated birthday yang hampir2 mau bangas :) Today we visited her and its nice to see her baby growing fast. So cute and adorable, ada dimple lagi tu:) really look like an angel...(most babies are :). We had a great time catching up stories and enjoying our "makan session"...yuhuu I had a free lunch too:). I hope when the weather gets nicer we can see each other more often again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7v1gz3XZuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/xuSRLPemJ5E/s1600-h/250px-Ice_Cream_dessert_02.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Oh yesss..I event brought my boys to an Italian Ice-cream shop. For the first time during winter (its still winter now), we could sat down outside sitting under the sun while enjoying our ice cream sundae..lekker! (Sedap). The kids were having fun running around chasing those poor pigeons!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This weekend the temperature will be up to 19 degrees especially in our area (South of Germany). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The official Spring Season will be 27 more days to go...Isn´t that great!.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-2757879454305067084?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/2757879454305067084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-of-relax.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2757879454305067084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2757879454305067084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-of-relax.html' title='A Day Of Relax!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-8435051607254270161</id><published>2008-02-20T15:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:08:46.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy with Sonar Vision  -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think he is a Real Superhero!. This young guy really impress me:)
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&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ben Underwoodtaught is blind, both of his eyes were removed (cancer) when he was 3. Yet, he plays basketball, rides on a bicycle, and lives a quite normal life. He taught himself to use echo location to navigate around the world. With no guide-dogs, he doesn't even need hands: he uses sound. Ben makes a short click sound that bounces back from objects. Amazingly, his ears pick up the ecos to let him know where the objects are. He's the only person in the world who sees using nothing but eco location, like a sonar or a dolphin.
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We have been enjoying nice weather for few weeks now. People walking around only with pullovers on, without winter jackets! and I thought these people went crazy coz its still winter!. But thanks to Mr. Sunshine!, It makes the days warm and bright. (You can imagine having gloomy and cold days for a few months, it can be depressing sometimes). I saw farmers were already busy working in the field, tructors are everywhere, its really weird in this time of year because February can be really cold (peak of winter season).

But I think Spring is already on its way..approaching us slowly. Hopefully!. Birds singing in the wee morning and everywhere flowers are coming out as if everything comes to life again:), Not only that, I saw the first "fly" flying haha, don´t get me wrong, its not that I haven´t seen flies in my life haha..but during cold season I don´t know where are all the flies gone...suddenly they disappear, we cannot see them flying around, bukan minta minta but at least I have peace frying my "ikan masin" (Salty Fish) without having to chase away those big and green flies from pinching my delicious ikan masin especially brought all the way from Malaysia....:)

I don´t mind if Winter is going to be over soon, freedom bah!. I am sure everyone has enough of it already coz nobody will have depression due to lack of sunshine anymore. You know, all the time when Winter comes, I wish we can run away from the cold winter by going to a warm country like Malaysia, stay there enjoying the sun and the food until Winter is over hehe (dreaming again!!), well, if only I am a millionaire!! hehehe...Everyone is looking forward spending good time outdoors!. Can´t wait to see green leaves again!, now all the trees are naked and its super dull!. I just can´t wait!, it is nice to see my kids running around in the garden with their shorts and t-shirts like other kids back home.

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This is one of the bad and ugly days. Road was slippery and its so damn foggy!. Not to mention the super duper cold weather. In the morning I really need to watch every step, I have to make sure the boys won´t slip in any of their steps...Look how gloomy it is..I am glad if we have a little bit of sunshine.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7tWkT3XZsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/aqZSKDRi_QI/s1600-h/DSC02153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7tWkT3XZsI/AAAAAAAAAOs/aqZSKDRi_QI/s320/DSC02153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168820179145549506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-7489836101702817386?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/7489836101702817386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/comes-to-life-again_18.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7489836101702817386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7489836101702817386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/comes-to-life-again_18.html' title='Comes To Life Again'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7tWQD3XZrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/uMvUm4ZgTsM/s72-c/DSC02152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-8343858671295855712</id><published>2008-02-17T17:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:23:39.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter To A Boss...Late For Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I hope you will enjoy reading the joke as much as I do:) &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kepada Boss......

Saya mohon maaf kerana hari nie saya terlambat lagi datang ke pejabat. Saya tau, termasuk hari nie, saya dah 10 kali lewat ke pejabat. Ampun Boss, tabik spring 60X....!!!

Saya tau sepatutnya saya masuk pejabat pukul 8:30 pagi. Tapi oleh kerana lewat, saya terpaksa sampai di pejabat pukul 9:00 atau 10:00 pagi. Tapi percayalah Boss, saya bukan sengaja. Keadaan yang buat saya begini. Saya bangun awal Boss... Pukul 6:00 saya dah siap mandi dan pakai baju. Saya turun dari rumah saya pun awal jugak. Boss pun tahu saya just duduk Kampung Kuala Belit, dekat jer.....

Tapi Boss, bila sampai dipersimpangan jalan...saya jadi pening Boss. saya percaya kalau Boss sendiri berada ditempat saya, Boss pun mesti sampai lewat jugak ke pejabat. Percayalah Boss, saya tak bohong. Kalau Boss nak tahu kenapa saya selalu lewat ke pejabat, meh sini, biar saya tunjukkan.......

Yang Benar,
Pekerjamu yang disayangi.

p/s : harap Boss.....maafkan lah saya....yer.

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Do not charge your mobile phone the whole night and DON'T keep it near you while charging. IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ IMMEDIATELY!

I HOPE YOU'RE NOT DOING THIS!!! Never, ever answer a cell phone while it is being RECHARGED!! A few days ago, a person was recharging his cell phone at home. Just at that time, a call came in and he answered it with the instrument still connected to the outlet. After a few seconds, electricity flowed into the cell phone unrestrained and the young man was thrown to the ground with a heavy thud. His parents rushed to the room only to find him unconscious, with a weak heartbeat and burnt fingers.

He was rushed to the nearby hospital, but was pronounced dead on arrival. Cell phones are a very useful modern invention. However, we must be aware that it can also be an instrument of death. Never use the cell phone while it is hooked to the electrical outlet!


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Forward this to the people that matter in your life!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-2232483629352329510?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/2232483629352329510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/never-ever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2232483629352329510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2232483629352329510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/never-ever.html' title='Never Ever....'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7gwej3XZlI/AAAAAAAAANo/dHWCHuZEwps/s72-c/unbenannt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-4779103626285958106</id><published>2008-02-17T01:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:22:49.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lengths Women Will Go To....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. She had to cut out ribs......
2. She had this done by a plastic surgeon.....


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Fancy to have body style like her? Seeing this, I don´t regret to have big size...:)

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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-4779103626285958106?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/4779103626285958106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/lengths-women-will-go-to.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4779103626285958106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4779103626285958106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/lengths-women-will-go-to.html' title='The Lengths Women Will Go To....'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7d7WT3XZjI/AAAAAAAAANU/O6WT_G6yrSs/s72-c/unbenannt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-8775911169007961953</id><published>2008-02-16T23:17:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:42:53.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How Smart Are You???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Below are four (4 ) questions and a bonus question. You have to answer them instantly. You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately . OK?

Let's find out just how clever you really are....

Ready? GO!!!

First Question:

You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in?

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&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person, you take his place, so you are second!

Try not to screw up next time.
Now answer the second question,
but don't take as much time as you took for the first one, OK ?

Second Question:
If you overtake the last person, then you are...?

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Answer: If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person?

You're not very good at this, are you?

Third Question:
Very tricky arithmetic! Note: This must be done in your head only.
Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.

Take 1000 and add 40 to it.. Now add another 1000 . Now add 30 .
Add another 1000 .. Now add 20 .. Now add another 1000
Now add 10 . What is the total?

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The correct answer is actually 4100.

If you don't believe it, check it with a calculator!
Today is definitely not your day, is it?
Maybe you'll get the last question right........Maybe.

Fourth Question:

Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono. What is the ! name of the fifth daughter?

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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Did you Answer Nunu?
NO! Of course it isn't.
Her name is Mary. Read the question again!

Okay, now the bonus round:
I may have sent this one before. I'm never sure.

A mute person goes into a shop and wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing his teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done.

Next, a blind man comes into the shop who wants to buy a pair of sunglasses; how does HE indicate what he wants?

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He just has to open his mouth and ask...
It's really very simple.... Like you!
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;PASS THIS ON TO FRUSTRATE THE SMART PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-8775911169007961953?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/8775911169007961953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-smart-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8775911169007961953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8775911169007961953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-smart-are-you.html' title='How Smart Are You???'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-8727070480722063690</id><published>2008-02-16T00:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:45:02.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11 PEOPLE ON A ROPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eleven people were hanging on a rope under a helicopter, ten men and one woman. The rope was not strong enough to carry them all, so they decided that one had to leave, because otherwise they were all going to fall.

They weren't able to designate a person, until the woman gave a very touching speech. She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope,because as a woman, she was used to giving up everything for her husband and kids, or for men in general, and she was used to always making sacrifices, with little in return.

As soon as she finished her speech, all the men started clapping.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So intelligent women, I hope have something to smile about today and to intelligent men who appreciate the Joke!.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-8727070480722063690?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/8727070480722063690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/11-people-on-rope.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8727070480722063690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8727070480722063690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/11-people-on-rope.html' title='11 PEOPLE ON A ROPE'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-6697579841717493767</id><published>2008-02-15T18:13:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T11:04:54.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajamas Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don´t worry the rest will be here soon:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167710849222534642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7dloz3XZfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7YIzkE1jVYY/s400/DSC02114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7dlAz3XZeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dkM7dHnUIJM/s1600-h/pijama.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167710162027767266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7dlAz3XZeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/dkM7dHnUIJM/s400/pijama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;With his Teddy Bear and Pillow :)
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&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;No, I never experience any Pajama Party in my whole life...I am so "sakai" when come to this topic... A day after having Carnival in the kindergarden, the children had another party, it was Pajama Party. I had a good laugh when reading flyers which was sent out to all parents. My son was really so lucky, from one party to another..For their Pajamas Party, the children were told to wear their favourite pajamas and slippers to Kindergarden (or they can change when they get to Kindergarden). They bring pillow cases, sleeping bags and their "buddy", a stuffed animal they like to cuddle. Because of the party, I got to get my son a new pajama:) segan juga kasih pakai pajama lama dan luntur haha..but its okay, it didn´t cost me so much tho.

When I sent my son that day, I could see clothes line with sheets, pajama tops, bottoms, pillow cases around the kindergarden. Confetti spreading across their tables as parts of the party deco. Whoever enter the kindergarden will immediately know that pajama party is being held. Wow..children nowadays are so lucky, I remember during my childhood when I was in the kindergarden, there was no such thing like this, that time PAJAMA pun saya tida kenal:) Suddenly I feel so old fashion...

Breakfast was parents responsibility. Everyone participate to bring an appetizer, dish and desserts for the pajama party.

The best scene was being able to see the kindergarden teachers walking around also with their pajamas on..LOL :) It´s was funny!. Bila lagi kan mau tengok orang pakai pajama kan LOL....Later, Kenneth told me he had so much fun. I think so too, not only fun but I find they´re were so cute!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-6697579841717493767?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/6697579841717493767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/pajamas-party.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6697579841717493767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/6697579841717493767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/pajamas-party.html' title='Pajamas Party!'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7dloz3XZfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7YIzkE1jVYY/s72-c/DSC02114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-4455234453147267824</id><published>2008-02-14T21:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:01:37.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of Lent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7SgMD3XZVI/AAAAAAAAALY/FA6Zthm6Ajk/s1600-h/Lent-copy.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166930801557202258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7SgMD3XZVI/AAAAAAAAALY/FA6Zthm6Ajk/s320/Lent-copy.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Last Wednesday (Ash Wednesday)marks the start of Lent, and for the next 40 days until Easter people try to give up temptations, usually things like chocolate and meats. This 40-day period is said to represent the 40 days that Jesus spent in the dessert resisting Satan's temptation.

My question is:
" What is your temptation at work, at home around your family or around others that would help you to develop if you resisted it for the next 40 days?"

Temptations come in many forms including, (at work) back stabbing, overworking, negativity, bullying, not saying no, complaining, taking long lunches, or surfing the internet in work time. What temptation at work stops you being as productive and effective as you could be? At home: being grumpy, impatient, toward our children or spouse, etc.

&lt;div&gt;Towards other we meet: judgemental, unfriendly face, saying hello or smile the person standing next to you, did you just pass the beggar or homeless without even giving alms, ..etc..etc.. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Towards animals, God creations, did you feed them enough food, did you pet them etc .

Are we going to try to take this 40 days resisting challenge to give yourself the best possible.

Please feel free to write your any kind of opinion :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-4455234453147267824?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/4455234453147267824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/month-of-lent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4455234453147267824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/4455234453147267824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/month-of-lent.html' title='Month of Lent.'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7SgMD3XZVI/AAAAAAAAALY/FA6Zthm6Ajk/s72-c/Lent-copy.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-8751468174523614392</id><published>2008-02-13T22:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:10:15.574+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant At 80, U believe it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A friend of mine sent me this link to a news site, reporting about a 80 years old woman getting pregnant! Below is a copy of the article taken from that website. happy Reading...
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ISLAMABAD (ANI) -- Normally it is difficult for women to conceive after around 50 years of age. But, quite unbelievably, an 80-year-old woman in Pakistan is pregnant of four months.

According to The News, the woman, Khurshid Bibi, stays in village Ghaziabad, near Chichawatni, in Sahiwal district, around 128 km from Multan.

When she learnt about the fact she was astonished saying it would be very difficult for her to face the grand children.

Khurshid Bibi got to know about her pregnancy last week when she visited a hospital complaining of pain in her abdomen. An ultrasound was done and her pregnancy was discovered.

Khurshid, who got married in 1950, gave birth to a female child only in the following year and could not conceive again. Her husband Ahmed Din (85) said a palmist-astrologer had told him some years ago that he would become a father of another child after a few years, but he never believed him.

Copyright © 2001 ANI-Asian News International. All rights reserved

Source : Mayanmajix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-8751468174523614392?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/8751468174523614392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/pregnant-at-80-u-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8751468174523614392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/8751468174523614392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/pregnant-at-80-u-believe-it.html' title='Pregnant At 80, U believe it?'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-7832337539564572174</id><published>2008-02-13T14:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:47:50.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nun in a taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A cabbie picks up a Nun.

She gets into the cab, and notices that the VERY handsome cab driver won't stop staring at her. She asks him why he is staring.

He replies: "I have a question to ask you but I don't  want to offend you."

She answers, "My son, you cannot offend me. When you're as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about
everything. I'm sure that there's nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive."

"Well, I've always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss  me."

She responds, "Well, let's see what we can do about that: #1, you have to be single and #2, you must be Catholic."

The cab driver is very excite d and says, "Yes, I'm single and Catholic!"

"OK" the nun says. "Pull into the next alley."

The nun fulfills his fantasy, with a kiss that would make a hooker blush.

But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying.

"My dear c hild," says the nun, "why are you crying?"

"Forgive me but I've sinned. I lied and I must  confess, I'm married and I'm Jewish."

The nun says, &lt;strong&gt;"That's OK. My name is Kevin and I'm
going to a Halloween party." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha...have a nice day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-7832337539564572174?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/7832337539564572174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/nun-in-taxi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7832337539564572174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7832337539564572174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/nun-in-taxi.html' title='Nun in a taxi'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-978376576184648766</id><published>2008-02-13T09:46:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:31:56.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine´s Season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7Nq0j3XZUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/DJG3f1WlZlc/s1600-h/candyheartfeat.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166590648737293634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7Nq0j3XZUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/DJG3f1WlZlc/s400/candyheartfeat.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do you already have any special/romantic plan in mind yet? Maybe candle light for two? I hadn't thought of it that much yet. Mana ada lagi candle light for two, now ber-4 already. I don´t know if hubby will be romantic this year LOL!. But I know hubby love me dearly, but it would be nice if he surprise me with something on Valentine´s day kan (ok..ok...dream of it Luth), maybe its best I prepare myself not to expect anything hehehe...

What do you prefer for your Valentine´s Day gift? Jewellery, Candle Light Dinner, Chocolates or bunch of Flowers? I don´t go for chocolate too much...I think most of the chocolates on sale for valentine have those filled ones...which are just too, too sweet plus I don´t think I can look at Chocolates anymore now coz our last Christmas was full of Chocolates geez....I don´t mind a bunch of flowers...(kalau adalah..I definitely say yes to that one hehe).

Maybe hubby will not remember about Valentine´s day tomorrow, maybe he has to work longer so I am not holding my breath..Kalau tida pun bah duduk dalam rumah and watch TV also Valentine time kan...hehe..if he remembers than exchange hugs and kisses is also ok lah LOL..

I hope you´ll have a perfect time with your loved ones on Valentine´s Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-978376576184648766?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/978376576184648766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-season.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/978376576184648766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/978376576184648766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-season.html' title='Happy Valentine´s Season...'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7Nq0j3XZUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/DJG3f1WlZlc/s72-c/candyheartfeat.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-670776544413069672</id><published>2008-02-12T08:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:04:19.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Blonde Pole Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found this in my email today, I think its funny and cute, just sharing:)

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&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May you always have enough HUMOUR


Have a Great Day !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-670776544413069672?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/670776544413069672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-blonde-pole-dancer.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/670776544413069672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/670776544413069672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-blonde-pole-dancer.html' title='Beautiful Blonde Pole Dancer'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R7FStj3XZSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4mm_G1X2-_8/s72-c/anjing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-1788368576783780503</id><published>2008-02-08T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:35:51.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'>English Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its not easy to find Children English books in Germany especially in our small town. Sometimes I wish we live in an English speaking country so we don´t have this kind of problem. I have been looking in book stores in town but 99% percents of the children books are in German. I saw few English books but only for adults and they´re not cheap!. All this while I am reading German Children books for Kyle before bed time, sometimes I don´t even know what I am reading about since my German is not that good. I might be teaching wrong German to my own son. (Its time to improve my German wuahhh!!). A few weeks ago we became member in the library in town. Surprisingly the small Library is quite good from what I have expected. It has quite good choices of books, magazines, dvds, cassettes, vcds for children, and many more...we can even go online for free in the library and they have German learning programme. (Hey thats for me hihi). I am amazed!, its not bad for a small place like that!. But I wasn´t looking for German stuff there, I tried to look for English books but I couldn´t find them...after asking, the staff showed me English Section, its so funny coz they only have 2 book shelfs for English and its really hidden at the end of the building haha..no wonder I couldn´t find it in the beginning. I checked the books there mostly are still new, looks like less people borrowing English stuff there...that´s an advantage, ITS ALL OURS!! haha..tamaha!. I borrowed a few children English books, English DVDs for my boys and got an English Novel for myself. That´s enough for the meanwhile, see how long I am going to finish that one book, I only started reading a few pages haha!. I hope by reading English books can improve my English a bit..so easy lah blogging kekeke... I don´t see why I should spend money buying books when one can use the public service without any cost. oh yah one good thing we can keep our books for one month and we can do the extension online..what an easy life eh?

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R6zTcallwXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VEmM7qZD1PI/s1600-h/DSC02133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164735357813899634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R6zTcallwXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VEmM7qZD1PI/s320/DSC02133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164735813080433026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R6zT26llwYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lsTyh3JupbE/s320/DSC02131.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Kyle is engrossed "reading" one of the children books haha).

&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R6zUOqllwZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/x60kxend1dM/s1600-h/DSC02141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164736221102326162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R6zUOqllwZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/x60kxend1dM/s320/DSC02141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Got one English Novel for myself "Dream a Little Dream").&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-1788368576783780503?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/1788368576783780503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/english-books.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/1788368576783780503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/1788368576783780503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/english-books.html' title='English Books'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R6zTcallwXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VEmM7qZD1PI/s72-c/DSC02133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-2907318482629807523</id><published>2008-02-07T13:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:02:31.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fatt Chai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R6sBJqllwSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZU3pOvz-Vw8/s1600-h/unbenannt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164222663272808738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R6sBJqllwSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZU3pOvz-Vw8/s400/unbenannt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To all chinese friends and those who are half chinese and celebrating the Chinese New Year, I wish you all a great year of RAT, filled with GOOD HEALTH, HAPPINESS, PROSPERITY &amp;amp; AND WEALTH!


Happy holiday to all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-2907318482629807523?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/2907318482629807523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/gong-xi-fatt-chai.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2907318482629807523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/2907318482629807523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/gong-xi-fatt-chai.html' title='Gong Xi Fatt Chai'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R6sBJqllwSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZU3pOvz-Vw8/s72-c/unbenannt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282234577184866276.post-7047371256999651951</id><published>2008-02-06T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:46:22.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My order has came</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R6o3BKllwPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Bcg49TS0CQ/s1600-h/DSC02119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164000415895109874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R6o3BKllwPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Bcg49TS0CQ/s320/DSC02119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Remember when I wrote about the Magical Wolfberries? Well, we did an order. The 1 kilo wolfberries came a few days ago. I just hope that I manage to discipline myself and my family to take them continuously. Here is the photo to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282234577184866276-7047371256999651951?l=schwandorfer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/feeds/7047371256999651951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-has-come.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7047371256999651951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282234577184866276/posts/default/7047371256999651951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://schwandorfer.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-has-come.html' title='My order has came'/><author><name>Mama Tatana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05350027263437400858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/SbEjQhA7XeI/AAAAAAAABMg/ipCQ88BPDNc/S220/DSC06226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2Z-zhL6FlM8/R6o3BKllwPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6Bcg49TS0CQ/s72-c/DSC02119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
