<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167384.post6273716541425129242..comments</id><updated>2009-08-06T18:54:28.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Drama Queen Alert: ..Let's Play..</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/feeds/6273716541425129242/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/6273716541425129242/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/2009/07/lets-play.html'/><author><name>Drama Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07655475904674127205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167384.post-1459564665642784650</id><published>2009-07-14T19:24:06.643+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:24:06.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids seem to grow up way too fast these days. Ther...</title><content type='html'>Kids seem to grow up way too fast these days. There&amp;#39;s really no rush. Just chill out and enjoy the journey. You have the rest of your life to grow up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying your youth is the best part of life!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/6273716541425129242/comments/default/1459564665642784650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/6273716541425129242/comments/default/1459564665642784650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/2009/07/lets-play.html?showComment=1247570646643#c1459564665642784650' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/2009/07/lets-play.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167384.post-6273716541425129242' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/posts/default/6273716541425129242' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167384.post-8656436228979598642</id><published>2009-07-08T13:17:59.513+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:17:59.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jess,

Just like you- i know nothing bout par...</title><content type='html'>Dear Jess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like you- i know nothing bout parenting or caring for a child. I do know however how I wanted to feel as a kid... and if my childhood experiences has backfired in a big way!! and no, as mad as i may seem now, it is not a manifestation of the way i was brought up. If anything, i would say it helped shape me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I behave like a child, like you, as a form of therapy—it eases you of your stress and functions as a (momentary) escapism from the real world!!! I don’t do it consciously—it is like default setting. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I think there is a whole world out there, waiting to be explored. And what best time to do then when you are young  (at body and soul). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 cents worth&lt;br /&gt;Dashinee</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/6273716541425129242/comments/default/8656436228979598642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/6273716541425129242/comments/default/8656436228979598642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/2009/07/lets-play.html?showComment=1247030279513#c8656436228979598642' title=''/><author><name>queenbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14171121961790567933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/2009/07/lets-play.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167384.post-6273716541425129242' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/posts/default/6273716541425129242' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167384.post-2499993231055812884</id><published>2009-07-08T00:32:19.618+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:32:19.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummykins,

Well fancy meeting you here. Yes mama,...</title><content type='html'>Mummykins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fancy meeting you here. Yes mama, children are wonderful, I know that I myself was an angel. No? Mama? I can hear you choking through cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord know I was 10 handfuls let alone one. And yes, I&amp;#39;ve learnt alot by merely reflecting on my own mistakes. I mean gee whiz, the stuff I used to get up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny part is that you weren&amp;#39;t a strict parent and neither was Daddy, you guys pretty much let me get away with anything WITHIN reason. But was that enough for me? No way Jose. I always seem(ed) to want more than I&amp;#39;m given and I guess to some extent that hasn&amp;#39;t changed much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might turn out to be a paranoid parent. Not letting my kids out because I&amp;#39;m terrified of the mischief they&amp;#39;d get up to. But you&amp;#39;re right, there&amp;#39;s only so much you can do as a parent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really look at it, a huge majority of a child&amp;#39;s life is spent away from his/her parents. From the time they begin school, the &amp;#39;disciplinarian&amp;#39; roles shifts slight to the teachers, and when they start working, the bosses. Although the parent is still number 1 don&amp;#39;t get me wrong, they tend to be the &amp;#39;voice of your sub-conscious&amp;#39; more than the in-your-face dictator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. I don&amp;#39;t know mum, it&amp;#39;s a scary prospect really. Cross fingers and promise you&amp;#39;ll be there for me when I become a parent?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/6273716541425129242/comments/default/2499993231055812884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/6273716541425129242/comments/default/2499993231055812884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/2009/07/lets-play.html?showComment=1246984339618#c2499993231055812884' title=''/><author><name>Drama Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07655475904674127205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03210517405352148250'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/2009/07/lets-play.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167384.post-6273716541425129242' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/posts/default/6273716541425129242' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167384.post-3221356554200037544</id><published>2009-07-08T00:23:46.639+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:23:46.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna,

Well said re: no one growing up. Although o...</title><content type='html'>Anna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said re: no one growing up. Although on the outlook I&amp;#39;m a well poised adult, as you can probably already tell by some of my previous posts (most lately being the Transformers insanity) I am a big kid at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my career and most of my social persona requires me to be an &amp;#39;adult&amp;#39; at most times, I see no harm in reverting to &amp;#39;child-like&amp;#39; behavior at times. Who does it hurt right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I will slightly disagree with the whole banning bit. I mean, don&amp;#39;t you remember what it was like when our parents forbade us to do stuff? I remember if that happened the very next minute I was devising ways to go out and do it! Hearing a NO was akin to NO YOU CAN&amp;#39;T DO IT BECAUSE IT&amp;#39;LL BE TOO MUCH FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don&amp;#39;t think working parents need to find SOME time to just go back to basics with their kids?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/6273716541425129242/comments/default/3221356554200037544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/6273716541425129242/comments/default/3221356554200037544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/2009/07/lets-play.html?showComment=1246983826639#c3221356554200037544' title=''/><author><name>Drama Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07655475904674127205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03210517405352148250'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/2009/07/lets-play.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167384.post-6273716541425129242' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/posts/default/6273716541425129242' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167384.post-1755355972292669461</id><published>2009-07-07T16:13:13.110+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:13:13.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children are wonderful, yet at the same time they ...</title><content type='html'>Children are wonderful, yet at the same time they can be very taxing to your peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment you were born even until now, when you are out my worry is for your welfare. I cannot help (though I wish I could)but worry for you and when you are away, I do not sleep easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there&amp;#39;s only so much I can do as a parent, and there comes a time in all parents life that they dread. The day their children become adults. At this point we have to let them go, but don&amp;#39;t fool yourself into believing we are comfortable with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you have children of your own you will understand. What is in to be in the dilemma of weighing which is better, the happiness of your child versus my own paranoid beliefs of safety. If it were up to be I&amp;#39;d lock you in your room forever, but you are now an adult, and as such need to be treated as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope and pray that you will always stay true to yourself and the value system that I have brought you up with. If you are happy my baby, I am happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;Mum.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/6273716541425129242/comments/default/1755355972292669461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/6273716541425129242/comments/default/1755355972292669461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/2009/07/lets-play.html?showComment=1246954393110#c1755355972292669461' title=''/><author><name>Your Mother</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/2009/07/lets-play.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167384.post-6273716541425129242' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/posts/default/6273716541425129242' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167384.post-2966755642356278970</id><published>2009-07-06T18:26:16.107+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:26:16.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To me, the primary of parenting is to ensure healt...</title><content type='html'>To me, the primary of parenting is to ensure health and safety. Playing with your children is really a luxury in most cases of working parents. What more being a child with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If banning them from surfing freely etc will have them be unhappy temporarily but safe in the long run, my vote is for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there&amp;#39;s always more than two sides to any matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I am on a rationale working mode. Catch me in my hallmark late nights and non-working weekends and i&amp;#39;m sure you know I myself will never stop being a child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really grows up :) Life just forces through and really gets in the way.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/6273716541425129242/comments/default/2966755642356278970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/6273716541425129242/comments/default/2966755642356278970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/2009/07/lets-play.html?showComment=1246875976107#c2966755642356278970' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.dramatothemama.com/2009/07/lets-play.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31167384.post-6273716541425129242' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31167384/posts/default/6273716541425129242' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>