<?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-6003146229731345558</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:20:39.178+08:00</updated><category term='Dairy Boos'/><category term='Designs'/><category term='Potos'/><category term='food'/><category term='Portraits - Wide Angle'/><title type='text'>never underestimate a booboo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-8112189625257863397</id><published>2011-10-04T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T19:21:05.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;This has happened to me a couple of times. Like, I learn of a new word, or maybe a new thing, which I hv never heard of before that, and that word will be appearing in front of me for the next few days, either in print, or from someone else's mouth.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So day before yesterday, I was reading Esquire, and the word 'sitcom' appeared, I looked up dictionary dot com, and found out for the first time in my life that it mean situation comedy (and not a department short like marcom). Then, yesterday I was reading 8 Days, and that word started appearing like 3 times in 2 articles. Then... today, during my newbie orientation session, the speaker showed a slide  that explains what is sitcom.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Haha.. so, it happened, again. The New Word Phenomena.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-8112189625257863397?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8112189625257863397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=8112189625257863397' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8112189625257863397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8112189625257863397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-happened-again.html' title='It happened again!'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-118149636358627915</id><published>2011-09-18T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T12:20:33.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bP2jhW2SaU8/TnVxjwCoOvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JJoQn-AqzME/1316319621274.jpeg' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img border='0' src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bP2jhW2SaU8/TnVxjwCoOvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JJoQn-AqzME/s288/1316319621274.jpeg' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 288px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dug out some old cds while mopping floor. And I found a cd I burnt during my army or palin days inside this matchbox 20min album.. super! I am surprised that there are so many songs that I can't remember.. itz really a waste that we forget so many things that we liked in the past.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That said, I am so glad I found this cd inside this cd case&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-118149636358627915?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/118149636358627915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=118149636358627915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/118149636358627915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/118149636358627915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2011/09/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bP2jhW2SaU8/TnVxjwCoOvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/JJoQn-AqzME/s72-c/1316319621274.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-348395379999493134</id><published>2011-09-01T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:04:05.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walks of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;a href='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DwLftP_7z48/Tl88cIjFeXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/lbnJSqoLA_8/1314864175063.jpeg' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img border='0' src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DwLftP_7z48/Tl88cIjFeXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/lbnJSqoLA_8/s288/1314864175063.jpeg' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 288px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How many people from different walks of life had walked passed since I started sitting here?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Re-reading Qi ling wang is really an amazing thing. I am really happy that ah loh brought that comic to bunk 10years back. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-348395379999493134?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/348395379999493134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=348395379999493134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/348395379999493134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/348395379999493134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2011/09/walks-of-life.html' title='Walks of life'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DwLftP_7z48/Tl88cIjFeXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/lbnJSqoLA_8/s72-c/1314864175063.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-322297216598485603</id><published>2011-08-12T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T12:56:35.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A helping hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Saw an blind old man on my way to lunch, I walked passed him with some hesitation to help, but decided otherwise as I thought he should know where he is gg.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Upon second thoughts, I turn around and saw him walking slanted towards a drop down kerb. So I went back to ask him if he needed help. He says yes and offers to give me a cigarette. Haha. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happens his destination is jus across the road at Furama, so I chatted abit and brought him to the shop he wants to. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It felt good helping someone in need, same time, I felt fortunate that unlike him,  I can see.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-322297216598485603?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/322297216598485603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=322297216598485603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/322297216598485603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/322297216598485603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2011/08/helping-hand.html' title='A helping hand'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-5965846621397517555</id><published>2011-08-06T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T12:18:40.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stage 3</title><content type='html'>Itz moving on to stage 3 for my career now. I would hv spent excatly (ok, approximately la) 1 year at Comm on my last day. I can confidently say my decision to leave SI, get a 10% 3 months pay cut, and about 50$ increment after that was right. Now I move on with so much more confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, freedom days of working alone, eating alone will be over. Will hv to face and manage clients again instead of being the client. But this is necessary for me to grow. Like when i decide to leave SI, it was also with the mentality that I cannot stay in my confort zone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough said, Mediacorp, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. I chosen 8 Days as my free mag choice, so, itz 8 Days every weeekkk... from Sept!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-5965846621397517555?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5965846621397517555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=5965846621397517555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5965846621397517555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5965846621397517555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2011/08/stage-3.html' title='Stage 3'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-5307028474951067471</id><published>2011-01-20T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:00:42.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Supernatural</title><content type='html'>It must be supernatural.. last week, 11 Jan, after the diasastrous photoshoot, the magazine was jus 20 percent done. All the boxes on the pagination still looked v nice, no crosses and stike throughs. I was still shaking my head internally at my boss when he mentioned "we are uploading next week right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think there was some forces or something... miraclously, I did up the rest of the 80% in 9 days. And, best part was, not much OTs at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dun know how this happened really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-5307028474951067471?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5307028474951067471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=5307028474951067471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5307028474951067471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5307028474951067471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/almost-supernatural.html' title='Almost Supernatural'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-3096236781673166340</id><published>2011-01-19T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:37:18.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderman - Nissan's Bluebird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: if nissan will still name their car this way if they knew that is exactly what Singaporean boys call their genitals (in Hokkien) and is also how the Bengs start their sentences with (in Hokkien again of course).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presenting the Nissan "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Bluebird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" Sylphy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/TTaGRaPtzYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JP67ViiNP2E/s400/bluebird.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563782023323962754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-3096236781673166340?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3096236781673166340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=3096236781673166340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3096236781673166340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3096236781673166340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/wonderman-nissans-bluebird.html' title='Wonderman - Nissan&apos;s Bluebird'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/TTaGRaPtzYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JP67ViiNP2E/s72-c/bluebird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-4250681284932122226</id><published>2011-01-04T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:05:00.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 2</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am proud to say that i really did this. I finished a 120pp magazine in 4 weeks with the help of a pair of hands, eyes, and a brain.  Clap clap... cheers myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes. Issue 2 out in the stores, I was not really happy with the cover when I was working on it. Turns out, alot of ppl says this cover is better than the last. Looks like sometimes hitting the right spot might work better than putting in alot of work and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 270px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;documentId=101224033827-bdda56e4a0254d119227de5c99c322c8&amp;amp;docName=issue2_preview&amp;amp;username=bestcar&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Best%20Car%20Singapore%20Issue%202&amp;amp;et=1294149609657&amp;amp;er=22"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:420px;height:270px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;documentId=101224033827-bdda56e4a0254d119227de5c99c322c8&amp;amp;docName=issue2_preview&amp;amp;username=bestcar&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Best%20Car%20Singapore%20Issue%202&amp;amp;et=1294149609657&amp;amp;er=22"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 420px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the shots for the shoot I was ranting about the other time.. Still a long long way to go to reach a standard I would consider is proud to announce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 270px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;documentId=101224040341-9e11974e4bd3407594ca79c9893111fb&amp;amp;docName=fashionshoot_issue2&amp;amp;username=bestcar&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Best%20Car%20Issue%202%20Fashion&amp;amp;et=1294149346401&amp;amp;er=79"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" style="width:420px;height:270px" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true&amp;amp;documentId=101224040341-9e11974e4bd3407594ca79c9893111fb&amp;amp;docName=fashionshoot_issue2&amp;amp;username=bestcar&amp;amp;loadingInfoText=Best%20Car%20Issue%202%20Fashion&amp;amp;et=1294149346401&amp;amp;er=79"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; WIDTH: 420px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. now for issue 3... 3 more weeks only.. die..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-4250681284932122226?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4250681284932122226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=4250681284932122226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4250681284932122226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4250681284932122226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/episode-2.html' title='Episode 2'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-7134831419998784070</id><published>2011-01-04T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:56:15.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A midnight dip</title><content type='html'>Funny incident last night. I was down with flu these few days, so as usual, last night, I stuck a piece of toilet roll into my right nose, then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight, i woke up and needed to drink some water, forgetting that the piece of tissue is still sticking out of my nose, I tipped my head down to drink from the cup. So what happen was the tissue was dipped in and the whole stick became wet. And I removed it and continued to drink the water after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those nothing big, the idea that this happened seems funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-7134831419998784070?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7134831419998784070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=7134831419998784070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7134831419998784070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7134831419998784070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2011/01/midnight-dip.html' title='A midnight dip'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-3288167113967311304</id><published>2010-12-16T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T23:50:17.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Machines are calling me on my mobile</title><content type='html'>Adv smses which i never subscribed to and yet give me options to unsubscribe always pissed me off. But those are nothing compared to today. Instead of machines smsing me, they are calling me. It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ring Ring Ring - my phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;2) Me Answer - Hello.&lt;br /&gt;3) "This is an auto mail box service from starhub. For English, please press 1. Hua Yu Qing An Er." - note. The machine's voice is singlish auntie voice. really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like. WTH?? A machine calling me, asking me whether i wan english or chinese? and, I dun even know for what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was to hang up. But i still pressed "1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you are a starhub subscriber, please press 1, if you are not a..&lt;br /&gt;5) "1"&lt;br /&gt;6) You have a message in you mail box. Please enter your 7 digit NRIC number&lt;br /&gt;7) i hang up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not interested in listening to the message, and I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; bothered enough to enter my NRIC no, moreover.. hello.. you are the one who called me u stupid machine. U should know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ti Ti, Ti Ti. Ti Ti, Ti Ti. - That was 2 smses&lt;br /&gt;9) told me that my starhub contract ending soon, %50 off if i sign on for 2 years etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the message. Ok, so i thought thats it. But i was still tramutised that machines can call me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time, phone ring again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Hello&lt;br /&gt;11) "This is an auto mail box service from starhub. For engrish, please press 1. Hua Yu Qing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, itz the same machine calling me. And itz still saying I have a message in my mail box. I was thinking, ok, can, let me enter my nric, and get this done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) entered 78****1#&lt;br /&gt;13) - paused - "You have entered an invalid NRIC number. Please re-enter your 7 digit nric followed by the # key"&lt;br /&gt;14) 78****1# - by now i was boiling&lt;br /&gt;15) - paused -    "you have entered an invalid NRIC..&lt;br /&gt;16) Hang phone&lt;br /&gt;17) Ti Ti, Ti Ti - sms received, itz the same sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to call back the number to try enter my IC again cuz i really wan to hear that voice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) (please read &lt;strong&gt;point 11&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;point 16&lt;/strong&gt;, cuz the same thing happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so too bad, there is nothing i can do. I went back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Ring Ring (looks like tat number)&lt;br /&gt;20) Hellow&lt;br /&gt;21) this is an auto voice service&lt;br /&gt;22) hang phone&lt;br /&gt;23) call 1633, held on 20mins for the operator to answer. The other machine keep saying "All our operators are busy at the moment, yr call is impt to us, please hold on..." "Yes, dun worry", i was thinking to myself, "I will never hang until you operator is not busy an answers my call."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone by the name of Snoop answered, and i managed to control my anger, and told him wat happened. He said he will call me back after he check and help me unsubcribe to that weird service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10mins later, he called back. and said he already help me unsubcribe, but, if i should still receive the call, he is very sorry, i hv to jus reject it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he sounded sincere, i decided to let it be. But I told him nicely, that if he can, please feedback this to his management, that, this service is not for humans, and, otherwise, please ask those marketing ppl who started this to try it on themselves first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he will feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i still recieved the sms that I had msgs in my mail box. But i never hear from the machine aunti again. God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, to those marketing ppl who started all these sms advs, and now these calling machines, I hope after you die (naturally), you will go to hell (though it might sound like tat, but i dun mean "Die and go to Hell la!"), be locked in the room with nothing but a mobile phone, and all the smses you received are ADVs asking you to unsubscribe if you do not wan to receive them anymore. And when you hope that your ghost friends will call you, all that calls you are machines from hell asking you to key in your NRICs in hell for verification. And when you want to call anyone jus to talk, all you can reach is "Our operators are all busy now, please hang on an we will attend to you shortly.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. talking abt &lt;adv&gt;smses, i received smses from 100Plus that night. Welcome to 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-3288167113967311304?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3288167113967311304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=3288167113967311304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3288167113967311304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3288167113967311304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2010/12/machines-are-calling-me-on-my-mobile.html' title='Machines are calling me on my mobile'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-1504681946876115449</id><published>2010-12-13T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:26:33.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Page one</title><content type='html'>The below is an extract from a story book i borrowed from San. Itz the most impromtu and speediest loan, ap went toilet in Plaza Sing, then i say i go in San wait for her, so I went in, saw this book, went loan, and before AP come out, i already got the book in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, itz got a very page one for the story. &lt;em&gt;Here goes&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Chemistry of Death [&lt;em&gt;Simon Beckett&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;A human body starts to decompose four minutes after death. Once the encapsulation of life, it now under goes its final metamorphoses. It begins to digest itself. Cells disolve from inside out. Tissue turns to liquid, then to gas. No longer animate, the body becomes an immovable feast for other organism. Bacteria first, then insects. Flies. Eggs are laid, then hatch. The larvae feed on the nutrient-rich broth, and then migrate. They leave the body in orderly fashion, following each other in a neat procession that always head south. South-east or south-west sometimes, but never north. No-one knows why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;By now the body's muscle protien has broken down, producing a potent chemical brew. Lethal to vegetation, it kills the grass as the larvae crawl through it, forming an umbilical of death that extends back the way they came. In the right conditions-dry and hot, say, without rain-it can extent for yards, a wavering brown conga-line of fat yellow grubs. It's a curious sight, and for the curious what could be more natural than to follow this phenomenon back to its source? Which was how the Yates boys found what was left of Sally Palmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: booboo dun know alot of the chim engrish inside also. But got the general idea la, and i like the way he started this book. And just like how miraclous life is as it begins, it is also as unexplainable when it ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-1504681946876115449?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1504681946876115449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=1504681946876115449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1504681946876115449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1504681946876115449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2010/12/page-one.html' title='Page one'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-7983263707393016265</id><published>2010-12-08T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:14:02.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisties</title><content type='html'>And, it did turn out well! What a twist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pick up the car still with a heavy heart. Was stressed abt driving the Kia Forte. But, really, there is nothing to be stressed about, itz like driving my sis's honda stress, except there are only 2 doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather was threateningly cloudy, just like the last shoot, but, was more threatening. So me and Kenneth went here and there to find good/interesting spots after discussing on my storyboard. Then the model came with boss(playing nice to both model and stylist) and stylist (she's happier today after deciding to live with it, and i really appreaciate both of that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model look serious as usual, I briefed them abit of the flow, and there were changes here and there. Still ok, we proceeded with the first set. Pics were jus 'OK'. Not really what i like, look abit posed. Then we went into the cafe. This time round it was better. Abit feel. Then we changed a set of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. It started to pour. There goes our planned car shots. But we decided to do plan B. Which involves stucking up their hotel lobby. Which we did. And the chauffure was really helpful. The shoot looks abit like a red carpet setting, abit cinematic (i know still far from that, but ok la. got a bit feel) And it was still pouring outside, I was holding the mac in my hand and we did the shots with cars wanting to move inbetween us, kenneth's wife in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, the shots after the rain starts turn out really good! it was dark, gloomy and abit mysterious look. The first set of sunny shots really look dull compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a happy ending, boss happy, model happy, stylist (looked)happy, photographer happy, and ME happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Like Real Nan Sheng drove the 2 door car back to Kia, and boss dropped him at Orchard, and he went to take a kopi break, eat some bread, went up Kino, look for books, see magazines, brought August which is backdated (arrg!) and 8 days which is extremely good, and went home happy, chat with wife thru phone, and mum at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-7983263707393016265?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7983263707393016265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=7983263707393016265' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7983263707393016265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7983263707393016265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2010/12/twisties.html' title='Twisties'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-1419480297336953273</id><published>2010-12-07T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:38:47.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandwiched</title><content type='html'>It was a day of being a vegetarian patty of a Tangi Tar Tar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before a photoshoot can never be this bad. The stylist is inexperience with fashion shoots, and I had 1 experience with it, which I was not involve in anything the models wear. Now, I am like having to even help sort what what kind of hairdo the model should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a short summary:&lt;br /&gt;Boss dun like stylist's choice&lt;br /&gt;Model dun like stylist's choice&lt;br /&gt;Model angry with boss and wants to be compensated (initially she was free of charge)&lt;br /&gt;Stylist dun like boss interference "you all dun need a stylist, you jus need some one to run yr chores" - wow&lt;br /&gt;Stylist dun like model's attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I dun like stylist choice of clothes, too&lt;br /&gt;I dun like boss last min descision on model and stylist.&lt;br /&gt;I am worried about the model's behavior tmr at the shoot.&lt;br /&gt;And, I dun like being sandwiched between all these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stylist called me after the fitting to express her unhappiness and I had to try tell her nicely it was partly bec she cannot make it. And yes, and the time frame given to her was not enough. And yes, the model was not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to tell Boss about stylist's complains in fear that things will turn damn sour tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, last thing is I was on mc today, and had to deal with al l these shit. But i guess itz a reality check that fashion shoots are never meant to be smooth all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, pay peanuts, get monkeys. And i am one of the monkeys now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope tmr turns out fine. God bless me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-1419480297336953273?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1419480297336953273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=1419480297336953273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1419480297336953273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1419480297336953273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2010/12/sandwiched.html' title='Sandwiched'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-127535095700364188</id><published>2010-12-02T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:55:39.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Car</title><content type='html'>Finally, after 3 months of work, the mag is launched 1st Dec. And yes, you will find me loitering around the bookstores, looking at anyone who picks up the mag, see their reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul says today 9 were sold from 7-eleven downstairs. I was very surpirsed as I had this bad feeling that no one might buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the millions of readers of my blog, go find the mag at the bookstores the next time u go out or come to Singapore (for overseas readers), meanwhile, go be a fan here : &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/bestcar.sg"&gt;www.facebook.com/bestcar.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-127535095700364188?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/127535095700364188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=127535095700364188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/127535095700364188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/127535095700364188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-car.html' title='Best Car'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-4660146053222063618</id><published>2010-11-29T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:09:29.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itz been some time..</title><content type='html'>wow. itz a year since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short run thru of what happened this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asap got married 28 feb 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOUR JAPAN TOKYO OSAKA KYOTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tried transfer to sph but failed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JOINED BESTCAR 1SEPT(bye bye SI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lets see how far this can go again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-4660146053222063618?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4660146053222063618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=4660146053222063618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4660146053222063618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4660146053222063618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2010/11/itz-been-some-time.html' title='Itz been some time..'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-8541331503719288798</id><published>2009-12-18T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:42:47.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hello World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-8541331503719288798?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8541331503719288798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=8541331503719288798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8541331503719288798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8541331503719288798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-7629815550030204694</id><published>2009-10-06T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:22:59.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Things U Wanna Know Abt Sandy Ice</title><content type='html'>Now u know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo&lt;br /&gt;Hi, can i know who are u?&lt;br /&gt;10:59pmSandyice&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Neo&lt;br /&gt;I'm Ice, looking for new friends.&lt;br /&gt;11:00pmNeo&lt;br /&gt;U studying?&lt;br /&gt;11:01pmSandyice&lt;br /&gt;No, working in industry Pk.&lt;br /&gt;11:01pmNeo&lt;br /&gt;PK = ?&lt;br /&gt;11:02pmSandyice&lt;br /&gt;PK??? on what?&lt;br /&gt;11:02pmNeo&lt;br /&gt;u mention working in industry Pk, what is that&lt;br /&gt;11:02pmSandyice&lt;br /&gt;Oh, PK = Park&lt;br /&gt;11:02pmNeo&lt;br /&gt;Oh i see&lt;br /&gt;in singapore?&lt;br /&gt;11:03pmSandyice&lt;br /&gt;How abt U? Studing or working&lt;br /&gt;11:03pmNeo&lt;br /&gt;working&lt;br /&gt;11:04pmSandyice&lt;br /&gt;I myself had been working for abt 14 years and worked for many kind of work. How abt U then?&lt;br /&gt;11:05pmNeo&lt;br /&gt;oh, ok, I am working for 6 years plus&lt;br /&gt;so you randomly add people to your facebook account?&lt;br /&gt;11:06pmSandyice&lt;br /&gt;Oh, U r young. Yes, why not? Having fun&lt;br /&gt;11:07pmNeo&lt;br /&gt;i see. U are working in singapore? or u are a Singaporen?&lt;br /&gt;11:07pmSandyice&lt;br /&gt;I'm singaporean. U?&lt;br /&gt;11:08pmNeo&lt;br /&gt;yup, me too&lt;br /&gt;Y are u Sandy Ice? some sort of nick name?&lt;br /&gt;11:09pmSandyice&lt;br /&gt;Hm...&lt;br /&gt;Starting to join facebook &amp;amp; thinking what to put in. So come out with sandyice&lt;br /&gt;11:11pmNeo&lt;br /&gt;i see, last question, so is there anyone u really know in yr friends list? or all are jus added for fun&lt;br /&gt;11:13pmSandyice&lt;br /&gt;I do hv real friends in the list. I'm also looking for new friends too. Not only for the game too but new friends new things.&lt;br /&gt;11:14pmNeo&lt;br /&gt;i see&lt;br /&gt;ok. hv fun then..&lt;br /&gt;11:14pmSandyice&lt;br /&gt;Hope to hear from U soon. Gd night.&lt;br /&gt;11:14pmNeo&lt;br /&gt;nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-7629815550030204694?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7629815550030204694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=7629815550030204694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7629815550030204694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7629815550030204694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/10/101-things-u-wanna-know-abt-sandy-ice.html' title='101 Things U Wanna Know Abt Sandy Ice'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-4125111667993279920</id><published>2009-09-26T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:53:31.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When his plant grew, Dylan was'nt too excited, cuz his plant look like a crawly, like weak weak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It starts to grow, my Dad water it everyday, no one was really paying attention to it. There was this big thing growing and Dylan thought it was a big leave. Mum thought it was something from the other plant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But turns out, its Dylan's plant's fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy is excited now. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385619206689597618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/Sr2QIl5BKLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/kXcGwDzXhwg/s400/fruit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6003146229731345558-4125111667993279920?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4125111667993279920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=4125111667993279920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4125111667993279920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4125111667993279920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/09/seed.html' title='Seed'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/Sr2QIl5BKLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/kXcGwDzXhwg/s72-c/fruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-1228579219298720482</id><published>2009-09-14T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:34:37.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wipe Backside</title><content type='html'>Daven: Ah Gu, i wanna da bian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dun wan la, your mum not here yet, i dun wanna help u wipe backside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daven: But I very urgent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dun wan! Cuz i dun know how to help u wipe backside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daven: Then you da pian how (do u wipe yr backside)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: - -" I know how to wipe my own backside, But i dun know how to help u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daven: Ok la, i sit until mummy reach k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was what happen, 5min only la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-1228579219298720482?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1228579219298720482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=1228579219298720482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1228579219298720482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1228579219298720482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/09/wipe-backside.html' title='Wipe Backside'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-8056238475659130513</id><published>2009-09-02T23:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:00:01.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>關心</title><content type='html'>Heard this song last sat in the car, i used to like it a fair bit during my poly days. So since today no mood for any other things, i recorded it myself, incase i forget that it existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itz by Eric Suen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually remembered the lyrics, no need see one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar might be out of tune like my voice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/boomboom.swf" height="260" width="340" style="width:340px;height:260px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/boomboom.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=28754550&amp;path=2009/09/02&amp;mycolor=A52121&amp;mycolor2=c0c0c0&amp;mycolor3=8F8F8F&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=0&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=340&amp;oh=260"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/28754550" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/boombox/tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/boombox/create.gif" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/28754550" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myflashfetish.com/btns/boombox/ringtones.gif" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Ringtones"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=st05cJETDTY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-8056238475659130513?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8056238475659130513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=8056238475659130513' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8056238475659130513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8056238475659130513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='關心'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-2310805663751172066</id><published>2009-08-30T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:23:12.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super YOYO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38f19c218bebd18f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38f19c218bebd18f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331715047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F7DF92F60649BCE975E095D3CA918F275814D2.74CD2E69E3D27C314CAEA4E8A8E9F7C653331EB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38f19c218bebd18f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwIn0QXwmOYYvjA95mB9T-h-12VI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38f19c218bebd18f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331715047%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F7DF92F60649BCE975E095D3CA918F275814D2.74CD2E69E3D27C314CAEA4E8A8E9F7C653331EB5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38f19c218bebd18f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwIn0QXwmOYYvjA95mB9T-h-12VI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and my bro wanted to buy yoyos for the boys. But my bro bought one first for dylan. So as expected, Dave keep asking Dylan to let him play, and dylan dun wan and so on and so forth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Initially wanted to buy it the next day, but since my Ah Gu (who visited us last evening)went home earlier then i expected, i decided to drop by Tampines Mall after I drop them at simei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i reach TM, i found that all 3 shops dun hv the super yoyo that Daven wans. Only hv other models. The shop assistants there told me stock should come soon. Not wanting to disappoint the boy, i decided to run for it. I went to Century Sq, and lucky enough, i got it in Kiddy Palace. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daven was waiting for me at home (his bro and sis and dad went home liao). From ap, she said that Dave was gg crazy waiting for me to come back. Keep saying "when is ah gu gg to come home..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to take a video on my way up, so above is the video i too. haha. the boy was cute. I disturb him by saying i got the Gal version of the super yoyo. When i got into the house, the yoyo was in my pocket so he dun know where it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-2310805663751172066?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=38f19c218bebd18f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2310805663751172066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=2310805663751172066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2310805663751172066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2310805663751172066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/08/super-yoyo.html' title='Super YOYO!!'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-8444615773780710549</id><published>2009-08-30T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:04:12.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Studio Experience, First Big Laugh</title><content type='html'>Today went to studio with ap's family. First time there, was raining this morning when we reach Serangoon Broadway, had breakfast with ap in the old kopi tiam (abit like my old house kopi tiam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was good, but i think the price quite expensive. Jus now i was talkin to mum and i realise that they(we) could hv choosen another stuido who might charge lower and maybe give us the softcopy also. But of course this one is bec Ah Hia already paid deposit few yrs back, and also i think they are much more pro too. I like the part where 5 of then taking family portrait, and i was standing at the photographers area. they look like what is gg to be appearing in the final print from my angle. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was down with flu today, but we were still dragging around suntec the whole noon. haha. really draggin, then walk to millieun walk there, harbi normal, at the bed area, i was talking some nonesense abt the bed frames, then ap mimicked some chipmucks voices, which, for the first time (that i can remember) in this 5-6 yrs, she made me laugh till my stomach pain (cuz of yesterdays sit ups too). Quite embarrasing actually cuz the sales man was behind us when i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-8444615773780710549?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8444615773780710549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=8444615773780710549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8444615773780710549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8444615773780710549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-studio-experience-first-big-laugh.html' title='First Studio Experience, First Big Laugh'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-2839194051274593512</id><published>2009-08-29T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:37:34.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEEEEE HHOOOORRRRR, HEEEEEE, HOOORRRR</title><content type='html'>It is the time of the year again, for HEEE hEEE HORS HORRS HEEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to take my IPPT test for the year this morning. Time flies... last year run till 4th round rain.. they cancel and say either we wait for rain to stop then continue the test, or can come back another day. Erm.. "continue the test" meaning run again from round one. - -"  crazy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this year on ming hui's reccomendation, i went to maju, shelthered 2.4km run. and true enough, it rained there this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was feeling anxious before the run, and tummy also dun feel good, keep thinking die liao. I started running the first round and for the first half of the first round, i was really thinking die liao, cuz like dun feel very good. Lucky things got better, and i saw i used 1.40min for the first round so i saw this ray of light coming from the side of the morning sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd round... 3rd round... the HEESSS HEEEE HOORRRs starts. but i dun care. To pass this stupid test, i cannot think of saving face. Even if the ppl whom i cut or cut me hears me HEE HORR, i also dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to finish the stupid run at 12:30min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the spirits of Maju Camp! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-2839194051274593512?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2839194051274593512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=2839194051274593512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2839194051274593512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2839194051274593512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/08/heeeee-hhoooorrrrr-heeeeee-hooorrrr.html' title='HEEEEE HHOOOORRRRR, HEEEEEE, HOOORRRR'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-6196635157780395651</id><published>2009-08-25T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:13:39.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day</title><content type='html'>Today is sports day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night lagi funny, maybe is the tireness from weekend's investfair, i took at nap at 9pm, then sleep all the way till 130am. wake up blir blur thought wat happen.. then went to sleep again after replying ap's sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning wake up at 8am, then go jog at 830am to train for ippt. after that, went to find dylan and dave. I saw dylan downstairs as he was on the way to my house, then i ride him back to his house, on the way, we discuss where to eat breakfast. "So where u wanna eat?" he asked me. I replied" what abt u? where u wanna eat?"  " i dun know, i ask u first, i anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhaa.. then we went to find the sleeping dave, and woke him up. then we decided to go Tampines mart eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, the boys came home and mum was sewing something, and the 2 boys were chatting with her abt sewing, i feel so cute, they chatting with my mum.. and they like to find things to argue also. hah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nap awhile after bath, and when wake, feel sleepy and lazy still. so thought won go gym or swim liao. But, after lunch, i feel energy back again, so decide i will still go. Dylan ask me bring him to gym (he on mc after stomach flu) i said no la.. children cannot go gym.. he keep saying "Ah gu.. i dun wan you to go out.. i wan you to stay home with me..."  Dave last night ask me :"you gg out again right! i know that! always go out!" i say" I go ut in the afternon mah! anyway u will be in school what!" he say" WHAT I MEAN IS THEN U CANNOT BRING ME BACK FROM SCHOOL LIAO!"  , my mum say"so loud for what huh!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, itz sports day. I went swim, then went gym. Morning is jog. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that went hans eat egge sandwich. Then went meet ap and sis to visit hotel ballroom for ball games next yr. Be prepared for an invitation card lo.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-6196635157780395651?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6196635157780395651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=6196635157780395651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6196635157780395651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6196635157780395651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/08/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-1007578015779200508</id><published>2009-08-08T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:38:36.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble the wrong way</title><content type='html'>One night i was at sis house, Dave ask me to draw him a Speed Racer. He fetch his dad's model of a speed racer and also a small piece of paper. I saw the car and thought it was not very easy cuz alot of curves and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i started sketching it, and halfway thru, Dave saw that the car is forming, he was very excied, "Au gu, u are the best drawer in the world! U can be art teacher already! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Knowing where I stand in the real world, i told him thats not true, I am jus okay, i cannot be art teacher cuz you have to be very good to be art teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my surpirse, he replied "Ah gu, why you always like tat one? U always say u are not good when u are very good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I know I have this problem, but itz funny that such analogy come out from a 7 yr old boy. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of times ppl come comment abt my work "Eh, not bad leh, very nice." I will say "ok only la.. i seen much better ones.." or " no la.. i not pro la.. still early.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My superior commented once that he think i should be able to do better if i am in a position of my other superior, and i frankly told him that i dun think so plus i thought that other person is already doing fine, i cannot do better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. I think maybe bec i hv not desire to climb up the corporate ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a perfectionist the wrong way, haha. Perfectionist make sure the things they do is perfect; I stop doing the thing that I know is not gg to be perfect. I think alot of ppl have the same problem; Stopping too early, even before they try hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being humble is one thing, but being humble in a wrong way and u might end up not improving when u can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-1007578015779200508?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1007578015779200508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=1007578015779200508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1007578015779200508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1007578015779200508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/08/humble-wrong-way.html' title='Humble the wrong way'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-121525472599476351</id><published>2009-08-05T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:21:42.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Did It</title><content type='html'>Finally, after 3 years of hard work, ap graduated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never see anyone as hardworking. Now ap can rest and relax and surf net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SnhfmMe0W0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/vD3d_9A_oP4/s1600-h/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366144065802099522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SnhfmMe0W0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/vD3d_9A_oP4/s400/grad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6003146229731345558-121525472599476351?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/121525472599476351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=121525472599476351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/121525472599476351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/121525472599476351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-did-it.html' title='You Did It'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SnhfmMe0W0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/vD3d_9A_oP4/s72-c/grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-4086733339112868791</id><published>2009-07-12T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:15:16.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die also must finish!!</title><content type='html'>Feeling unwell for 1 week liao. Yesterday take care of kids while sis they all go class, so i think got some gong de so felt better. Today go play only, so no more de. Now not feeling too good liao. Tomo still got stupid hyflux to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i still manage to finish one more retouch. Target is 2 weeks one new work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2844199440101217622GouqsV"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lady" src="http://inlinethumb51.webshots.com/42226/2844199440101217622S600x600Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Photography by Jasz http://www.compho.dk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-4086733339112868791?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4086733339112868791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=4086733339112868791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4086733339112868791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4086733339112868791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/07/die-also-must-finish.html' title='Die also must finish!!'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-7823348521174319662</id><published>2009-07-02T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:52:10.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Recall</title><content type='html'>Just now when i hold mei mei's hand to write the letter "G", i recall when i was young, my mum use to hold my hand and write chinese characters too. Remember we sitting at the coffeeshop table, the one in the middle, green green one, below the fan. Think at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange how I can remember this, i think i remember my good friend in K1, Guo Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember an old weird man outside my Kindergarden school, he got fingernails soo long they curl up a few rounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-7823348521174319662?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7823348521174319662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=7823348521174319662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7823348521174319662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7823348521174319662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-recall.html' title='I Recall'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-6820946647180718838</id><published>2009-06-28T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:48:49.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouse Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Mouse Syndrome is back to stay. Went to see a chinese doc last week and end up he wrap my hand like i fractured it. So took a days urgent leave to rest it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When i came home that night, mei mei ran to me ask" Ah Gu.. what happen to your hand....?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When i told the boys some nonsense about how i end up like this, Dave told Dylan "dun believe this ah gu! he always talk nonsense one!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then after that, I was eating with my left hand, so i ask Dave to feed me. wahhaha. which he does. haha.. then he say "First time i feed you! haha!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then after that, i could not wash bowl, sis ask Dylan to help me wash, which he really helped! so touched. haa. first time he wash bowl with soap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They wanted to draw on my "cast" but no good marker, so Dylan jus use highlighter to draw a smiley. Dave actually wanted to draw fire so that look like i can "chu" fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next day dave say he hope my hand will have more problems so that i can take more leave and stay home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think i gg for yoga or taiji to knock back my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352405147735961858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SkeQH6TGMQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LTDVCXzaGzQ/s400/23062009258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fractured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-6820946647180718838?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6820946647180718838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=6820946647180718838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6820946647180718838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6820946647180718838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/06/mouse-syndrome.html' title='Mouse Syndrome'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SkeQH6TGMQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LTDVCXzaGzQ/s72-c/23062009258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-2995226405960091705</id><published>2009-06-28T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:01:04.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retouching is hardwork worthed it</title><content type='html'>Took me about 6-8 hrs in total to do this.. overall i am quite happy! Still a newbie in this field..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is before? Which is after? Go away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aiksing.webs.com/women_done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 749px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://aiksing.webs.com/women_done.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aiksing.webs.com/women_b4b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 749px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://aiksing.webs.com/women_b4b4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6003146229731345558-2995226405960091705?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2995226405960091705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=2995226405960091705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2995226405960091705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2995226405960091705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/06/retouching-is-hardwork-worthed-it.html' title='Retouching is hardwork worthed it'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-1375099000066959027</id><published>2009-06-17T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:27:48.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re Touched</title><content type='html'>Here's another go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2060855200101217622zzWqnY"&gt;&lt;img alt="Man" src="http://inlinethumb08.webshots.com/38983/2060855200101217622S600x600Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding another one without the "silver" treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2179132690101217622ZZMXpX"&gt;&lt;img alt="men_afteragain" src="http://inlinethumb35.webshots.com/15202/2179132690101217622S600x600Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-1375099000066959027?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1375099000066959027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=1375099000066959027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1375099000066959027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1375099000066959027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/06/re-touched.html' title='Re Touched'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-8694010970838878341</id><published>2009-06-07T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:51:08.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Mates gathered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2633456940101217622Zhilum"&gt;&lt;img alt="Room Mates" src="http://inlinethumb47.webshots.com/30510/2633456940101217622S600x600Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2786907620101217622GouIoF"&gt;&lt;img alt="B4" src="http://inlinethumb13.webshots.com/44044/2786907620101217622S600x600Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wanting to do something like this. So, finally picked up my camera and tripod yesterday. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-8694010970838878341?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8694010970838878341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=8694010970838878341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8694010970838878341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8694010970838878341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/06/room-mates-gathered.html' title='Room Mates gathered'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-9155372613178439351</id><published>2009-06-06T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:57:06.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kY1AlMJB2CE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kY1AlMJB2CE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-9155372613178439351?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/9155372613178439351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=9155372613178439351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/9155372613178439351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/9155372613178439351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am.html' title='I am!'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-6007217994931033602</id><published>2009-06-06T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:18:03.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Till The Dawn</title><content type='html'>Last night i sleep at 1am plus, then at 2am, mum saw dad on aircon in the computer room to zzz, she felt itz a waste and dad should share the aircon with me by gg into my room to sleep and on my room's aircon instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dad did jus that. The thing is I hv totally no idea anything happened, i dreamt all night of nonsense stuff. When I woke up, of course the aircon was off already, I saw i was covered with my blanket, and felt weird cuz i dun remember using a blanket last night as it was bloody warm. Then when mum told me abt the aircon thingy, i felt very funny, cuz i hv totally no idea. Normally i will know if dad sleep in my room or on/off aircon. Dad say i was sleeping like a pig. And i was singing in my dream for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I know i talk in my dreams, but sing... anyway, what i remembered was I was laughing in my dream last night. as in really laught out in real kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-6007217994931033602?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6007217994931033602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=6007217994931033602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6007217994931033602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6007217994931033602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/06/sing-till-dawn.html' title='Sing Till The Dawn'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-4725848388585423465</id><published>2009-05-30T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:04:54.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for Daven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SiAHjP2TQRI/AAAAAAAAANs/qAseTT7JK1M/s1600-h/Daven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341277460192510226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SiAHjP2TQRI/AAAAAAAAANs/qAseTT7JK1M/s400/Daven.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This boy is cute. When i am on leave the boys are always happy. Daven asked " Ah Gu, do u need to give your company money to be on leave?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He thought to go on leave, we hv to pay our company. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, he say everytime i am not around, he will miss me!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then another time, he ask me to take leave everyday. I say if he pay my monthly salary, then i will quit and be on leave daily. He says "U say one huh! I will give u all my money. I got alot of coins in my piggy bank. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.. so cute.. he is willing to give me all his money to make me stay at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6003146229731345558-4725848388585423465?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4725848388585423465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=4725848388585423465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4725848388585423465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4725848388585423465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-ones-for-daven.html' title='This one&apos;s for Daven'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SiAHjP2TQRI/AAAAAAAAANs/qAseTT7JK1M/s72-c/Daven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-9025774636714081688</id><published>2009-05-28T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:37:15.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan 1 month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Itz about 1 month since i came back to Taiwan! But it feels like so long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. i was lazy to write the taiwan trip down, but before my memory fails me, i should jot down the interesting pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back with only one or 2 friends whom I know of back in army days, was feelin sian at first, but in the end, all went out well, and i made a few new friends too. Back at the airport, we had coffee at the Toast Box inside, and board the plane at 2am i think. Watched Yes Man on the plane, not bad, quite nice, though Jim still does the same faces, but they look appropriate and really him. I like the part he uses the masking tapes on his face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach KaoShuing at 6plus, waiting, board bus, and went on the same journey i took 4 yrs back. Interestin to see the same sight after 4 years. When i reach the camp, i could recgonise almost everything.. haha.. then we went to the same bunk, and i decided to change with a friend to the upper deck of the beds, since he prefer the lower,and i prefer higher. The air on top is much better really, climbin up and jumping down was not a prom so i decided to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed position was almost excatly the same one i used 4 yrs back too. Beside me was this very quiet and very normal looking guy. He look like quite senior. Yes, for those who know me, i dun actually converse well with ppl i am not familiar with, and if i meet a quiet person i am not familiar with, yes, itz silience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats wat happen, i sit on bed, he sit on his side of his bed. Mosquitos fly around... the bunk was in a real... arrgg,... i really dun know how to put it state.. we could not unpack or change, cuz out army bags were not in yet. So sat on the dirty ratshit bed, took off t-shirt, and sat there, looking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our bags came, we started to unpack lo. Change lo, the wardrobes were filled with mosqitos. any single moves brings the mosqitos to life. But they were quite friendly with me thru out the stay though, so i decided not to kill them like i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like half a day, i decided to break the ice " Can I know how to address u?" Wahhahaha.. this is like so bloody formal lo. So from there, i got to know a new friend Ah Teck. Through a few conversations, i got to know he is his own boss, he is married, and he is 2 yrs my senior. Our char is v different, but i think we had a few common stuff thru the 2 weeks plus stay. Light sleepers, more of the responsible type in terms of work, married for abt the same number of yrs. So in the end, we stuck together most of the time, esp during night snack for kopi. One thing worth mentioning is he is like the everything-i-also-hv man! Insect repelent shower foam, medicine, this wierd fan looking thingy that is suppose to ward off mosquis, charger that portable to charge his psp on the go etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd person i would like to mention is Ah Choy, knew him since my 3rd sig days, he is this tatto guy who hv abit of a bash me look if u dun knw him. Yes, he is also his own boss now. And he is very good in openin conversations, and he was the one who in the end brought a few of us together cuz he can really mix well and bec the middle man. One thing we had in common was our ablilty to cook up nonsense stories and act them out. Had a lot of stupid crap with him at the basketball court b4 excercise start. We were practically crappin like for hell of an hour. Almost like wat i do with GL. Overall, Ah choy helps ppl who needs help, classified under a hao ren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, food in cookhouse was ok. vege meat rotated for breakfast lunch and dinner. The other ppl can go Fu Li She to eat other finger food, or, go to the Ninja Van (Xiao Mi Feng) outside the fence to buy fried ji pa etc etc. From here, we talk abt Ninja Man Koh Beng Chye. hahahah.. very cute guy, he sleeps till he likes, then wakes up, and, for the few few days, never step into the cookhouse, goes to the Ninja Van for all his meals. Therefore the Ninja Man nick that Choy gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a MOE (Ministry of Enviroment) in our bunk, he is really a nice person. 4 yrs back, he was also in my bunk, and yes, he sweeps the floor every hour! when he has time! and he dun only sweep his own place, he sweeps, the entrance, the laundry area, the corridor of our bunks, takes up our slippers and sweeps underneath. And he does this kinda when i go canteen he sweeping floor and when i come back he still sweeping floor stunt. Cool right. But really, he is nice, so we call him MOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunk leaks when it rains. Not the whole bunk leaks, it happen to leak on me and Teck's bed. We seem to be at the lowest point. Lucky thing is it never leak during midnight. The best one was one night, it rained, and i started to feel rain on my face at 5am like tat. Teck woke up too. So we started to use mesh tins again to collect water. But it was dripping worse than before. So in the end, i took trash bags and place them on our beds opened, to collect water. And, we decided to go for super early breakfast. First to reach cookhouse, only to find that itz not opened yet. That morning was super cold, so we stood beside the cookhouse in the cold until it opened. hahah. very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in PaoLi was really boring. Itz almost like a resort really, but, there are only 3 areas to move around, namely : Point A, Point B, and yes, Point C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point A is our bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point B is Fu Li She (Canteen, with TV, and a Internet room beside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point C is cookhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after our meals at cookhouse, we will ask each other, which point do we go to? A or B? Normally, we move back to Point A, rinse our mouths, use toilet, or take jacket if cold, then we move on to Point B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for like 1 week, we move from Point A to B to C... and so on an so forth. Till the end of first week, some of us already move out for excercise liao, the remaining was so fustrated with these 3 Points that we were all crying "We wanna move out for excercise!!" "Anywhere will do!!" "Jus let us out!" We were gg crazy, to such extent we almost held a "See Who can Kill most Mosqitoes using the Electric Badminton Rachet within 1 min" competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, later do we know that when we reached the Hu Ju camp, it was worse, only 1 Point, no B and Cs. So we started crying "No........ bring us back to PaoLi...." haha.. really seow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, excercise for me was like a social escort. I pratically escort my officer around in his aircon car. But my officer was a real nice high ranking uncle. I was lucky.. haha.. Eric kana the super easily agiated kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our movement was up north to Hu Ju. Moving up took us 6 hrs like tat. When we reach Hu Ju, the camp look good from the exterior. Little did we know that we were alocated abandoned bunks. Really like a prison cell. And we happen to pick one without lights. So at night, other bunks hv lights, and we used this lanterns in our room. we were joking, those with lights are like blangadesh bunks, and ours are like blangadesh who hv not got working permits and waiting in a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Teck and Kang in one of the cells (they moved up 2 days ahead of us), so i visted their cells when i am sick of staying in mine, to play psp or watch TV using Teck's china Hp which had a TV tuner. Yes, we watched Doraemon there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet there... phew.. no comments.. the toilet bowl, the hole there.. wah... all covered with dirt. not shit, but dirt. I dun dare shit there. i go down to use the cleaner toilets. Then when we were chatting outside this corridor jus outside the toilet, and we saw cockroach inside the toilet, and i was like.. great... but then, we carry on chatting, then one of us spotted the cockroach flyin in the toilet and within 1 sec, this 4 adult man ran away from the scene. hahah.. v funny, all scared of cockroaches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next camp we went to is near our home camp. ADA. this one was much much nicer except we need to climb 4 floors to our bunks. In the morning, the speakers play some pop chinese songs. Very weird,,, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Paoli, we were all very happy. it was like back home, and the bunk is back to life. Everyone is high. We started to feel happy moving from Point A-B-C. And we played basket ball with the taiwan guys one night. And we used internet room to play counter strike, and we had nightsnack, and we went to canteen to chitchat over kopi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, we had about 9 of us in this group. And last 2nd day in camp, we decided to take photos. So we moved around the camp to take group photos. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night, mid night, like 3am, someone screamed... hahahah.. itz was Ah Ong .. he dreamed i think. Then the next morning at 5am plus, everyone was talking abt this scream last night. hahah. super funny lo.. really. and they almost wanted to pull Ah Ong out of the bunk together with his sleeping bag, cuz he still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RnR... wat everyone was waiting for... the 9 of us went together for the first day. We topo with Richards topo skills, some of the places i saw b4 in my last trip. When we reach a wisma shoppign centre, we gave each other 1 hr to shop on our own. While the rest carry on in the mall, me and teck decided to carry on walkin to find another mall. But in the end, i took a wrong turn and we end up gg no where. haha. After meeting back with the rest, we went back hotel, then met again for Liu He Ye Shi to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, Me, Teck, Choy and Ninja man went out together. When we were in the lift, a taiwan uncle told us abt thsi big mall "Dream Mall", so we decided to try it, took a cab there to find out that itz not opened yet, and there is no foodstalls opened yet too. So we called the same cab back, and the uncle took us back to a place selling noodles. and happen that there is a Vege stall beside it. so lucky. after eating the cold noodles, Choy was not satisfied, so we went on to another stall to eat 2nd round. I took a cup of kopi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happen to be easy goers, need take cab? Take, eat? eat. Shop? Shop. haha. and all 4 very zi4 dong4, we take turns treating for meals or kopi or cab. So 4 of us had a good and easy time. before gg back hotel, we happen to pass by Nan Hua! all the things inside... everything,.. i bought my comics there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Teck at the vege shop near hotel while Choy and Ninja went cut hair. After which we went to airport at 6pm plus, and Home Sweet home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a brief encounter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, this trip was more fun than the last one. I would thanks Choy for that, cuz he put us all together which is y more happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew... this entry is long..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-9025774636714081688?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/9025774636714081688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=9025774636714081688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/9025774636714081688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/9025774636714081688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/05/taiwan-1-month-anniversary.html' title='Taiwan 1 month Anniversary'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-4237202098842552489</id><published>2009-05-22T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:51:01.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YEAH!!! AP IS NOW A 大学生!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jus now I msn call with her, then i clapped over the mic "clap clap clap clap" to congrats her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then i ask my mum to come into my room. i told her ap grad liao. I ask mum to clap with me. So  mum join in to clap infront of my laptop to cheer ap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-4237202098842552489?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4237202098842552489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=4237202098842552489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4237202098842552489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4237202098842552489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeah.html' title='YEAH!!!'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-3079452619721155582</id><published>2009-05-18T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:55:22.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Beijing</title><content type='html'>Ap is off to Beijing. See her off this morning, and waited till her plane flew off. After her trip, her FYP will be considered completed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she visits the Gret Wall in Beijing, saw got bus from the Beijing railway station there, but not sure how long is the journey. She should visit Zi Jing Cheng also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-3079452619721155582?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3079452619721155582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=3079452619721155582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3079452619721155582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3079452619721155582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/05/off-to-beijing.html' title='Off to Beijing'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-8440741070246248019</id><published>2009-05-14T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:55:46.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Converse - Daven</title><content type='html'>I like to sing "anyhowly" infront of the boys. Say, when Daven said to me jus now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Daven:&lt;/span&gt; U have no responsibilty at all!&lt;br /&gt;(for what ever reason i am not sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Booboo:&lt;/span&gt; (starts to sing) "Res...pons...si... bi.. li...ty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Daven:&lt;/span&gt; Sing nonesense again. You always like that one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-8440741070246248019?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8440741070246248019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=8440741070246248019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8440741070246248019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8440741070246248019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/05/converse-daven.html' title='Converse - Daven'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-7223995280705200147</id><published>2009-05-14T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:56:52.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Converse - Dylan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dylan:&lt;/span&gt; If I switch off the internet switch, U can still use internet right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Booboo:&lt;/span&gt; nope, after u switch off, I cannot use anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dylan:&lt;/span&gt; Can ah, I play world maths day and when i disconnect, i can still play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Booboo:&lt;/span&gt; thats probably because the game was already loaded on that page. If u click on other pages, then it will not work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dylan:&lt;/span&gt; after i click on disconnect, only one player left playing with me, otherwise, it is 3 players, i think the one player is a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Booboo:&lt;/span&gt; yes, after u dc, that one player playing with u should be a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dylan:&lt;/span&gt; the computer very stupid one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dylan:&lt;/span&gt; so can i switch off the internet switch when you are using?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Booboo:&lt;/span&gt; nope, i won be able to use anymore if u do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- he understands that after disconnecting, the loaded page is still available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dylan&lt;/span&gt;: then u open alot of internet (pages), after that i off the swtich, then u can still read ah. Like that can save electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Booboo:&lt;/span&gt; Nope. Cuz I would not know which page I wanna go to in advance, so i cant open all at one go. Time to go sleep Dylan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-7223995280705200147?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7223995280705200147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=7223995280705200147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7223995280705200147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7223995280705200147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/05/converse-dylan.html' title='Converse - Dylan'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-5323147709804440762</id><published>2009-05-10T17:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:28:54.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining On His Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2758930210101217622ipQuRh"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raining on his parade" src="http://inlinethumb01.webshots.com/41728/2758930210101217622S600x600Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time trying this out based on the tutorial I tried last night. Quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can say that itz a sunday &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gg out for dinner with Dad liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-5323147709804440762?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5323147709804440762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=5323147709804440762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5323147709804440762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5323147709804440762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/05/raining-on-his-parade.html' title='Raining On His Parade'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-239713229503576713</id><published>2009-05-10T10:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:57:37.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itz been a long time</title><content type='html'>Haa.. I am back for about 2 weeks liao but been abit lazy this period. Had free weekends but almost did not know wat to do it them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz a rainy morning man, weather had been abit crazy recently, super warm nights, yet in the middle of the night, there will be thunder storms. Itz been like this for abt 1 week plus liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a purpose in mind for the weekend at first, i told myself i should at least "do something". So in the end, i can consider this a "did something weekend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Went over to my sis house (jus back from Paris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Got a new Topman shirt from them (from Paris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Went to lunch with bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Buy tickets for Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Went to meet bro at gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Watched Wolverine with Tong Tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Collect my 10$ back from him after the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Had dinner with Tong Tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Chatted on work happenings, and about setting "goals" for the future, and career paths etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Came home, spend 4 hrs plus to do a tutorial for photoshop, something i told myself i must do this weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Finished it at 12am plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Felt hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Bread or maggie mee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Maggie mee at 1am, with chilli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Read comics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Slept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff happened at work when i was not around. Things are changing, i am changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the before and after of the tutorial i worked on last night, tell me u dun know which is b4 and after, and i will stop doing all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334022721159264130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SgZBZ26Pd4I/AAAAAAAAANk/rVKv7eZx_RM/s400/sport_b4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334022719147892946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SgZBZvasYNI/AAAAAAAAANc/5ARdXGSSYHY/s400/Sports.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-239713229503576713?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/239713229503576713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=239713229503576713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/239713229503576713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/239713229503576713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/05/itz-been-long-time.html' title='Itz been a long time'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SgZBZ26Pd4I/AAAAAAAAANk/rVKv7eZx_RM/s72-c/sport_b4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-5254542494701832699</id><published>2009-04-12T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:24:33.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booboo on holiday</title><content type='html'>Hi all, will be gg on a holiday in Taiwan and be back on 29th April. Itz good cuz work has been quite a disappointment lately, a few things happen and a few others will be happening so itz really a good timing for me to leave work behind for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AP will be with half the grad cap on by the time i am back! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JIA YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBwrX1MingU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBwrX1MingU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one U2 did for the Charity Programe for the Sept 11 tragedy. I was very touched when i was watching it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-5254542494701832699?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5254542494701832699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=5254542494701832699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5254542494701832699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5254542494701832699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/04/booboo-on-holiday.html' title='Booboo on holiday'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-1254553635141739375</id><published>2009-04-11T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:49:19.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetful People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeA8tmTFt2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/UXJiXfNgUso/s1600-h/09042009092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323321513624319842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeA8tmTFt2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/UXJiXfNgUso/s400/09042009092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wondering y it is still so hot? Check yr umbrella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6003146229731345558-1254553635141739375?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1254553635141739375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=1254553635141739375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1254553635141739375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1254553635141739375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgetful-people.html' title='Forgetful People'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeA8tmTFt2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/UXJiXfNgUso/s72-c/09042009092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-5096397795433482546</id><published>2009-04-11T14:52:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:45:00.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIysEFAII/AAAAAAAAANU/3DPJigQKnHI/s1600-h/kids8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323334795210850434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIysEFAII/AAAAAAAAANU/3DPJigQKnHI/s400/kids8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pasted outside Dacia's classroom. Hmm.. there are 2 Yu Xuans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBImCDW0SI/AAAAAAAAANE/0tdOwl7Zf9Q/s1600-h/kids6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323334577775104290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBImCDW0SI/AAAAAAAAANE/0tdOwl7Zf9Q/s400/kids6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dave at Dylan's Sports Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIhikj6vI/AAAAAAAAAM8/z5Fpq_KtAao/s1600-h/kids5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323334500604963570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIhikj6vI/AAAAAAAAAM8/z5Fpq_KtAao/s400/kids5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave is unhappy after Dylan's friends laughed at him when they spotted ice cream stains on his chin. I thought he looked cute with that stain but apparently Dave was'nt happy about being laughed at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIda6hHjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HXRv4gnLs58/s1600-h/kids4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323334429830094386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIda6hHjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HXRv4gnLs58/s400/kids4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Dylan and his best friend - Jagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIYu6hTXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MBk4o0GA8-Y/s1600-h/kids3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323334349299469682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIYu6hTXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MBk4o0GA8-Y/s400/kids3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan "driving" Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIQCD6trI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JvlaXuOzwQ0/s1600-h/kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323334199820334770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIQCD6trI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JvlaXuOzwQ0/s400/kids2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323334671759957138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIrgLF3JI/AAAAAAAAANM/rEd2udMauNY/s400/kids7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dacia on the move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIBT7MbOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cpIIafvMT6c/s1600-h/kids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323333946917547234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIBT7MbOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/cpIIafvMT6c/s400/kids1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Climbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6003146229731345558-5096397795433482546?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5096397795433482546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=5096397795433482546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5096397795433482546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5096397795433482546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids-at-work.html' title='Kids at work'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SeBIysEFAII/AAAAAAAAANU/3DPJigQKnHI/s72-c/kids8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-6981788729843800356</id><published>2009-04-02T22:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:38:54.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you get stuck with</title><content type='html'>Here's a list of things you get to get stuck with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Your email address -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, i subscribed to my yahoo email when i first get in touched with internet 8 yrs ago after my ORD. heroneo99@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind of email address i can be proud of when i tell someone my personal email. Haa. "Why dun you email me?" "K, whats yr email?" "Erm.. hero - neo .. 99 at yahoo dot com." - -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Your job -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl like me gets stuck to my job easily. Cuz quitting seems too ma fan for me. And when all is well, y quit? But not changing jobs for 5 yrs like abit unadventurous also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your computer/internet -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Like what i am doing now.  And remember how many times u are seated infront of the com, staring at the yahoo or any forum's homepage with nothing in mind, refreshing the page to see if there are new posts or new emails coming in? Stucked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Hp number -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after the retention, itz with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Habits - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad habits especially. Hey, stop digging yr nose while reading my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. Time -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ya, stucked. Can u imagine Time is a very very very long, endless cabins kinda Train running on a railway track and we are stucked in it and therefore moving along with Time? If u can jump down from this Train, maybe u can stand beside the track and watch the Train move along, see yr friends moving on while u stay put. Until the day u are bored and decide to move on, then u jump back onto the Train and move on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Finally, u can get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stucked in a moment.... you can't get out of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ykIj190mJek&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ykIj190mJek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-6981788729843800356?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6981788729843800356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=6981788729843800356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6981788729843800356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6981788729843800356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-you-get-stuck-with.html' title='Things you get stuck with'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-1939813575784527229</id><published>2009-03-31T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:58:55.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Passes</title><content type='html'>Time really passes. Not talking abt years la.. ha. jus that really, Monday Tues Wed Thurs Fri Sat Sun.. comes and goes.. Tomorrow is wed again liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. i might post this tomorrow also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-1939813575784527229?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1939813575784527229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=1939813575784527229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1939813575784527229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1939813575784527229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-passes.html' title='Time Passes'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-6273616715619662224</id><published>2009-03-29T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:14:26.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>生涯s</title><content type='html'>My right hand wrist is getting the mouse syndrome. When ever i touch the mouse, or keyboard, i get this uncomfortable "feeling" at my right wrist. If this worsen, i think i have a few 生涯s at stake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Design 生涯 &lt;br /&gt;2. Photography 生涯 &lt;br /&gt;3. Guitar 生涯 - actually this 生涯 never really started&lt;br /&gt;4. Basketball 生涯 - hmm. i think this ended when i was in poly.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my coming taiwan trip will cure this mouse syndrome. Otherwise, with so many 生涯s at stake, my future will 跌入谷底...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-6273616715619662224?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6273616715619662224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=6273616715619662224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6273616715619662224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6273616715619662224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/s.html' title='生涯s'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-4767960131793824807</id><published>2009-03-29T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:07:50.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip</title><content type='html'>That day, my sis brought back a brochure and showed it to me and mum. It was about a trip to Mars (outerspace). It was actually a company trip, which is free of charge. They get to tour Mars and also look at space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually worried, itz like i think it might be dangerous. But I thought i already got the chance to hv a trip to outerspace the other time, and it was really an experience and I thought since this is a company trip, then sis should go for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. did i go outerspace in a shuttle b4? I think I did leh, I still hv the photos and also memories of what i saw. I was gg to find the photos to refresh my memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I opened my eyes. Hmm.. a dream? But I think i did go to outerspace b4 right? Hmm... i sat on my bed, thinking hard. Yes leh.. the memories are still intact. Has to be mah, still hv photos leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i went to kitchen, filled a cup of water, sat down, and kept thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao.. jus a dream la. But strange thing is, in this dream, i had memories that i been to outerspace b4, and itz like real. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess is I dreamed of the previous experience b4, but did not remember hving this dream, until that night, the 2 dreams sort of linked together. I thought this is really interesting. haha. Or maybe i was dreaming of the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-4767960131793824807?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4767960131793824807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=4767960131793824807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4767960131793824807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4767960131793824807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip.html' title='A Trip'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-295876043888519313</id><published>2009-03-27T00:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:14:28.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative</title><content type='html'>Was watching Idol with my mum jus now (yes, San Sao, she happen to be sitting down, yup, and she watched the Phantom of The Opera last night, yes, Ch5, not CH8) and this old singer was guiding the idol wannabes, and this Lil was singing, and, the old singer gives a comment "Lil is a women who can sing a phone book!". Booboo thinks this is a very nice and creative comment! Dun u think so? Yup, so next time if someone tells u u sound like u can sing a phonebook, remember itz a compliment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. i jus saw Paula with a moustache drawn by Simon.. hmm.. very creative again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-295876043888519313?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/295876043888519313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=295876043888519313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/295876043888519313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/295876043888519313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/talents.html' title='Creative'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-6278233553880541498</id><published>2009-03-22T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:27:10.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it should have been</title><content type='html'>Ok, eating inbetween breakfast and lunch is commonly known as "brunch". Agreed? So what should the word be for eating between lunch and dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to call it "luncher", but, yesterday me and gy were having a serious discussion on this. We came up with 2 possibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Liner (as in Lee-ner)&lt;br /&gt;2. Dinch (as in Din-inch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i will be going for number 1. And it makes more sense anyway. Lets standardise on this. Let me know yr preference and from there, we use the same word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, recording in Booboo Studios is really a pain in the ass. Not easy.. to cut down on noise, i had to close doors, off hps, hang phones, close windows, off fans.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went thru a few rounds of recording.. cuz never pratice enough b4 that, and halfway thru, sing wrong words ah, miss a beat ah.. wah.. super sianz. Almost gave up. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploading to a web even worse.. spend alot of time.. if u like to donate let me know.. i will sms u my account number..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. Pardon the lousy guitar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-6278233553880541498?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6278233553880541498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=6278233553880541498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6278233553880541498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6278233553880541498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-it-should-have-been.html' title='What it should have been'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-3527982887429087599</id><published>2009-03-22T19:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:58:16.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果。爱</title><content type='html'>Be Warned! By clicking on the play button below, u have agreed to listen to the song recorded by me at Booboo Studios this afternoon. Booboo will not be responsible should you feel unwell upon listening to the below track. YOu are to be responsible for you own click. Be Warned again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" width="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzNzcyMDY*NDUxNSZwdD*xMjM3NzIwNjc3ODEyJnA9MTgwMzEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPTgxM2Y2OWRjZDllOTQ3NTBhZjA1ZmQ3ZmJjN2VjYTM5.gif" height="0"/&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" width="219" style="width:219px;height:35px" height="35" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;param value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="noscale" name="scale"/&gt;&lt;param value="TL" name="salign"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"/&gt;&lt;param value="myid=19754437&amp;path=2009/03/22&amp;mycolor=111111&amp;mycolor2=99CCCC&amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=6&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=219&amp;oh=35" name="flashvars"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song very nice, i think it is only fair if u watched the nice nice original by Jacky also. I watched the movie on a bus trip to KL, and i finished it at like 5am, when this song came out near the end of the story, my bus reached KL city, then the music came out, the bright KL city lights appeared.. wah.. i will never forget this man, the timing so nice and so good, and 5am.. feeling very good. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtBum6h3cW4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtBum6h3cW4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-3527982887429087599?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3527982887429087599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=3527982887429087599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3527982887429087599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3527982887429087599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/ru-guo-ai_2751.html' title='如果。爱'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-6495667998150065159</id><published>2009-03-22T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:37:06.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems, either he finds you, or you find him</title><content type='html'>At the age of 30, i start to feel that human beings like to look for problems when there is none on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, most of us has no problems with our daily needs. Working adults like me, we earn, we spend, we eat with no worries. When family is ok, work is ok, health is ok, or even relationship is ok, what happens? He/She might just start to look for problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, start to feel that career is stagnant... no meaning.. everyday do the same thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start to feel money earned is not enough, that he is doing more work compared to a fellow colleague who is drawing more pay than himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start to feel she dun look better than a colleague in terms of appearance, figure, hair, nose, of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those with no relationship feels depressed, lonely, no one to go out with, no one to celebrate Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those in a relationship might feel the same way, start to find problems with their relationship, with their partner, thinking he/she might feel more happy with someone else, feeling relationship is stagnant. Feel tied to the ground, feels she dun hv enough of her own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, with all/some of the above problems, he start to try to solve them. After a problem is solved, say he found a new job, a new goal, say he breaks off with his gf, he starts to feel better, but, after sometime, either a problem finds him, or, he finds another problem, maybe this time with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i watch the news, showing ppl in Iraq, in Afica, or in say a poor area in Thailand, where ppl catch fish for living, i think they might have problems with their basic needs. Therefore, they have no time to find new problems. I doubt they will feel their job is stagnant, no challenge, pay no good, welfare lousy, no bonus, not enough leave per year etc. As long as they earn enough to buy food and provide shelther for their family, i think they are more than contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the problem here with us? Yes, we are too blessed with good stuff. We should hv nothing to worry liao (unless genuine family/health problems). But itz because we hv nothing to worry liao that we start to find problems with our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, some of the mentioned problems might be for a better improved life, say better jobs, higher pay etc. Therefore, there are good problems, there are bad problems, and there are these bo liao nothing better to do go find a problem kind of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time say an Ah Beng approaches you and say:"Whey, u looking for problem itz!??" maybe u can reply him "Yes, how u know?", or, do a reflection on whether you've been really looking for problems with yr own life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-6495667998150065159?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6495667998150065159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=6495667998150065159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6495667998150065159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6495667998150065159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/problems-either-he-finds-you-or-you.html' title='Problems, either he finds you, or you find him'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-5876225963977209795</id><published>2009-03-15T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:57:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviews</title><content type='html'>What has Adam Clayton of U2 (Bass) got to say about music reviews?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"In the end though, reviews tell you about the person that wrote them. That's the person you end up having the relationship with."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!! cool.. never heard of anything like that. I think it is really quite true. But still, Adam, after reading 8Day's review on u2's latest album, i really am tempted to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.u2.com/stream/article/display/id/4617"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;No Line on the Horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; is out in major ma ma shops now! Go go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-5876225963977209795?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5876225963977209795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=5876225963977209795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5876225963977209795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5876225963977209795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/reviews.html' title='Reviews'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-6012875821474655540</id><published>2009-03-09T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:54:53.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Calls at Night....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Have u ever had these experiences? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Receiving calls at night? When u are alone? At the other end, is the voice of a small boy.. the small boy will ask : "Hi... I am looking for Dylan.." OR, "Hello.... I am looking for Daven"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have u?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.. yeah, i love receiving these calls. And i will tell the small boy over at the other end :" Can I know who are u?" The small boy will say: "I am Bryan" OR "I am Maverick". Then I will tell him:" Dylan(Daven) is not here... he is at his own home.. can u leave yr number?" "Yes.. 67XXXXXX" (numbers are X-ed off to protect the boys from p****iles). "Ok, I will get him to call u back then, bye bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, tonight i received 2 calls. One for Dylan, one for Daven. So fun... hahaa.. somemore the number for Maverick is wrong... hahah.. so Dylan could not reach him back. Sorry Maverick, guess u hv to talk to Dylan only tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if u like to receive these calls, make yr sister or brother get married, give birth to a child or 2, your mum has to take care of them in the day of course. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then, wait for 7-9 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U will start receiving these calls at night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-6012875821474655540?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6012875821474655540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=6012875821474655540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6012875821474655540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6012875821474655540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/house-calls-at-night.html' title='House Calls at Night....'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-2224443447832152406</id><published>2009-03-09T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:08:25.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Manhattan</title><content type='html'>"I can change anything but I can't change human nature" - Dr Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true is this.. guess even God cant change this? But was'nt human nature created by God also?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-2224443447832152406?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2224443447832152406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=2224443447832152406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2224443447832152406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2224443447832152406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/dr-manhattan.html' title='Dr Manhattan'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-1613060095492921658</id><published>2009-03-08T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:18:41.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stop myself</title><content type='html'>Sorry, i hv to do this.. itz too good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxieTbKtqLc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxieTbKtqLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wingmusic.co.nz/listen.html"&gt;http://www.wingmusic.co.nz/listen.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-1613060095492921658?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1613060095492921658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=1613060095492921658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1613060095492921658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1613060095492921658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-stop-myself.html' title='I can&apos;t stop myself'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-7248849392222709525</id><published>2009-03-07T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:58:27.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference</title><content type='html'>Read in the papers that a mentally slow lady was raped by a man who, also was mentally challenged. The man is gg to be charged and I read that sentence might years in jail and also cane. - Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read in the papers that a mentally unsound man stabbed a young man in the bus, locked himself and the victim in the bus, cut off the victims head, then scattered his body parts around the bus as other commuters watched in horror outside... He was arrested, but after trial, government prosecutor Joyce Dalmyn says the man is mentally ill and should be treated and not convicted. The victims family is of course in fury at the outcome. - Canada [&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1159956/Familys-fury-man-cut-fellow-bus-passengers-head-knife-guilty.html"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-7248849392222709525?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7248849392222709525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=7248849392222709525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7248849392222709525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7248849392222709525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/difference.html' title='Difference'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-8453906289618537627</id><published>2009-03-03T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:20:51.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unbelievable...</title><content type='html'>This is unbelievable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with Dylan jus now over dinner, i asked him who is his best friend.. who are his friends, so as usual, his best friend is the indian boy Jagen. Then i asked him who he sit with in class, he says they are made to sit with gals in class so that they dun talk so much, i agreed with this policy. Then i asked him who he sits with then? He says he dun know, i say cannot be, he says cuz he dun talk to that gal, i say cannot be la.. sure got talk one.. before class, after recess, etc.. he insisted, i thought he shy so i anyhow say, "is her name Si Min? Wendy... ", and guess what? he says yes, it use to be Si Min sitting beside him but cuz both of them talk too much so his teacher decided to change Si Min to other places. Sim Si Min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I anyhow hum tum.. also can get the correct name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-8453906289618537627?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8453906289618537627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=8453906289618537627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8453906289618537627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8453906289618537627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/unbelievable.html' title='unbelievable...'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-163717100227710095</id><published>2009-03-01T20:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:39:36.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Fish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fish Leong.. if 如果有一天 you have the 勇气 and you become 第三者 will you 接受 that you are still 甜甜的 and your 亲亲 will still be 暖暖? Do you know that fishes are like 会呼吸的痛 and they 爱你不是两三天 and I tell you, 不是我不明白, it's because I 崇拜 you so much that I will 无条件为你 do anything and even if I can tell my friend that 分手is快乐, he also might 听不到 one... BTW, tell u, this April I might pass by 宁夏 again just like 3 years back when i in taiwan reservice i also passby.. haha.. I 最想环游的世界 is not yours la.. dun worry.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308201706746769314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFVAbDb6I/AAAAAAAAALc/anR-O7lJNTE/s400/DSC_0362.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;▲"Hi Neobooboo! Did not expect to see u here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFwrUXQGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WNEXAnP0J_4/s1600-h/DSC_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202182117900386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFwrUXQGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WNEXAnP0J_4/s400/DSC_0393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;▲"oki.. let's see what we'hv got here for BooBoo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFv-sbTNI/AAAAAAAAAME/Y9qrxJRKub8/s1600-h/DSC_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202170139233490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFv-sbTNI/AAAAAAAAAME/Y9qrxJRKub8/s400/DSC_0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;▲ Fish giving her blessing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFvWxIFgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DuHGf1B-jps/s1600-h/DSC_0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202159421527554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFvWxIFgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DuHGf1B-jps/s400/DSC_0420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;▲"Gambate Neh Neobooboo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFVhCFbQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/v4Zjwxpdkrs/s1600-h/DSC_0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308201715500412162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFVhCFbQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/v4Zjwxpdkrs/s400/DSC_0409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;▲ "Yes... we'hv got a free ticket for BooBoo to go to Taiwan this April... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFVayZr4I/AAAAAAAAALs/ixoqM7_T_VM/s1600-h/DSC_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308201713824018306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFVayZr4I/AAAAAAAAALs/ixoqM7_T_VM/s400/DSC_0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;▲"Booboo go go yeah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFVdknpnI/AAAAAAAAALk/uQupQ2EK5w0/s1600-h/DSC_0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308201714571519602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFVdknpnI/AAAAAAAAALk/uQupQ2EK5w0/s400/DSC_0402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;▲ "See u there at 宁夏 booboo... :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6003146229731345558-163717100227710095?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/163717100227710095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=163717100227710095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/163717100227710095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/163717100227710095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-fish.html' title='What a Fish!'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaqFVAbDb6I/AAAAAAAAALc/anR-O7lJNTE/s72-c/DSC_0362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-3253387552978915617</id><published>2009-02-28T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:38:09.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In Technicolor ii</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Really nice and creative video&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fXm7_D3hF0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fXm7_D3hF0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Making of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K-PP26vXKE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K-PP26vXKE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-3253387552978915617?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3253387552978915617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=3253387552978915617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3253387552978915617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3253387552978915617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-in-technicolor-ii.html' title='Life In Technicolor ii'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-2635804365893174868</id><published>2009-02-23T23:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:03:37.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dairy Boos'/><title type='text'>CNY 09 - Starring Daicia aka Mei Mei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaLDwi-wSDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Yv3yp50GdfI/s1600-h/cny09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, this is abit late, but it dosent matter..&lt;br /&gt;First, lets see the family photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306020627838650994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://geocities.com/heroneo99/cnyall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SapgBqa9lXI/AAAAAAAAALU/rIgszquJxQE/s1600-h/DSC_0784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308160692493063538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SapgBqa9lXI/AAAAAAAAALU/rIgszquJxQE/s400/DSC_0784.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;▲Warming up before Reunion Lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SapgBjCx2SI/AAAAAAAAALM/WdN7PNQ6JwU/s1600-h/DSC_0779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308160690512582946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SapgBjCx2SI/AAAAAAAAALM/WdN7PNQ6JwU/s400/DSC_0779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;▲ I think mei mei is over doing her warm up exercises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SapgBilcRkI/AAAAAAAAALE/pn5YA_P8LUA/s1600-h/DSC_0777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308160690389534274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SapgBilcRkI/AAAAAAAAALE/pn5YA_P8LUA/s400/DSC_0777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;▲ Same with Daven also.. Mei mei is still behind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SapgBUWhcoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uHzp3E98rxA/s1600-h/DSC_0772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308160686568862338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SapgBUWhcoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uHzp3E98rxA/s400/DSC_0772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;▲ Food for the ancestors and us... Dylan and Daicia doing an Exorcist.. inverse of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SapgBBiV-6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/r3w76LR-sIA/s1600-h/DSC_0770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308160681518168994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SapgBBiV-6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/r3w76LR-sIA/s400/DSC_0770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; ▲ Psp again... haiz.. kids nowadays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaLDwi-wSDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Yv3yp50GdfI/s1600-h/cny09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, CNY eve, and poor mei mei was down with fever, she can't go to Yishun to their far far ah gong ah ma house for their normal reunion dinner, therefore she is stuck with us! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_53060206278386509945" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://geocities.com/heroneo99/cny09.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-2635804365893174868?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2635804365893174868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=2635804365893174868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2635804365893174868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2635804365893174868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/02/cny-09-starring-dacia-aka-mei-mei.html' title='CNY 09 - Starring Daicia aka Mei Mei'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SapgBqa9lXI/AAAAAAAAALU/rIgszquJxQE/s72-c/DSC_0784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-8685221062720711235</id><published>2009-02-22T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:21:56.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3days 4nights in images</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaD8DeBy6dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5t_869rhGHs/s1600-h/Image316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305517497572846034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaD8DeBy6dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5t_869rhGHs/s400/Image316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sharing a plate of Fried Kuey Tiao with Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaD8DLYk2rI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RmzAL8EeHcA/s1600-h/Image317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305517492568119986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaD8DLYk2rI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RmzAL8EeHcA/s400/Image317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meimei with her usual fake smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305517490381420866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaD8DDPOeUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/iYb-fWH7S54/s400/Image313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;grandma and grand daughter. Meimei was sulking and refused to let me carry her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaD8CwEAOGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Pwvrt9qQewI/s1600-h/Image321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305517485234075746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaD8CwEAOGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Pwvrt9qQewI/s400/Image321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaD8Cq5FOhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RWAKmS6jMEc/s1600-h/Image322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305517483846089234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaD8Cq5FOhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RWAKmS6jMEc/s400/Image322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The boys on the other hand wanted to spend another night with me. So itz pillows in the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-8685221062720711235?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8685221062720711235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=8685221062720711235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8685221062720711235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8685221062720711235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/02/3days-4nights-in-images.html' title='3days 4nights in images'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SaD8DeBy6dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5t_869rhGHs/s72-c/Image316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-858792410493149959</id><published>2009-02-22T14:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:28:51.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3days 4nights</title><content type='html'>Last week end the boys and gal overnight at my house cuz their parents were away. Thurs night, while i was left with the last spoonful of rice, mum got a call from maid. I was figuring out whats happening as mum sound abit irritated and anxious, but she was talking in malay, so i was starting to get worried, cuz the 2 boys were still at home with the maid. Only meimei was with us. After mum hang up, she say she also not sure what the maid is saying, only mention like door lock and wat boys inside. So i was really worried cuz i thought both inside room and i worried they anyhow climb.. so quickly ran over to 304, mum brought mei mei also. I reached there and i know wat happened.. they are all locked in the house.. cuz the door totally spoiled. Dave was looking out from the high window, he saw me and shouted excitedly "Ah Gu! We are trapped inside!!" ........... - - this boy.. so i tried all ways to try open the door still cannot, then the boys kan jiong say wanna climb from the small window.. then mum and mei mei arrived and mei mei asked like what happed, y they cannot come out, itz Daven spoilt the door. haha.. In the end, i decided to climnb in from the small window.. cuz from inside then i can see the status of the door handle etc. So i managed to pull my long body into the window.. then the boys are still very excited.. so i tried tired, then i give up.. really cannot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From there, we decided to move the 2 boys out, cuz anyway, they were gg over to my house tonight. The funny thing is, actually they are trapped in their own house mah, even if really cannot come out also never mind, but this 2 boys keep wanting to get out.. so i carry Dave first, he always seem to be braver than Dylan mah, haha. so i carry him up and out. The Dylan turn he like scared scared like tat but still ok, haha. Then i myself climb out.. almost got a cramp.. the maid opt out, she prefer to stay inside, so mum told her not to cook or open gas etc. So we go over lor. Then the boys like "Ah Gu Ah Gu!! u fly over to save us jus now itz??!" "U run ah??" How u knoe??? hahah.. really funny.. I also learnt that infact, Daven cried when he found out that they were "trapped" in their home. Haha.. I thought Dylan will be the one who crys. haha.. Daven admitted also. He say cuz he scared, and he actually wanted to call police to come and use gun to gun down the door... anyway, so they spent the first night at 315. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day, boys afternoon seesion, so i called locksmith and all, am gonna pass the details, but the point i wanna make is this 2 boys... last night cant wait to get out of their own home.. but the next day, they cant wait to get in.... haiz.. so they like very excited watching how the locksmith gg to open the door.. then when cannot they like very kan jiong.. and finally when the door is opened, they rushed in.. goodness.. what a contrast.. haha.. children..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Sun, i bought them (include meimei) to Suntec with mum. B4 that went circuit rd for lunch, shared plate with Dave. Then at suntec, bought them to arcade to play basketball.. dave stand up in the machine to help throw. We completed the game. After that went ToysRus, then Wang Jiao to eat their fav halfboil eggs while mum and meimei shared a muffin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, they suppose to sleep at home liao cuz their parents will be home. But the 2 boys still wanna come over. hah, I was tired so i went to nap at 6pm after dinner, i locked door cuz dun wan them to disturb me. When i woke up at 8pm, i saw there are 2 pieces of papre slipped in from under my door gap. It was 2 pieces of Doraemon drawn by the boys. It says "To Ah Gu" haha. so cute. I heard from mum they actually paused the VCD and drew the Dora. haha. So after that i went over to their house to find them, then they bought over their bao zhen and pillow again to sleep. Thats y become 3days 4 nights.&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/6003146229731345558-858792410493149959?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/858792410493149959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=858792410493149959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/858792410493149959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/858792410493149959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/02/3days-4nights.html' title='3days 4nights'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-7251163592835823520</id><published>2009-02-11T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:14:09.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>The previous sunday, ap and me tried spagetti. Thought it was a failure when we accidentally screw up the seasoned mushrooms and ham. But in the end, it turn out quite good. Except maybe need to be more "salt" the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SZGnes1pbsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AvXanv7V5y4/s1600-h/DSC_0831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301202382265872066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SZGnes1pbsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AvXanv7V5y4/s400/DSC_0831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mushroom heads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SZGneaSYbmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7p6lS5rF1xs/s1600-h/spag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301202377286119010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SZGneaSYbmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7p6lS5rF1xs/s400/spag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It will cost you 20$ for these 2 plates if u wan us to cook for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-7251163592835823520?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7251163592835823520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=7251163592835823520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7251163592835823520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7251163592835823520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/02/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SZGnes1pbsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AvXanv7V5y4/s72-c/DSC_0831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-7183895309318227697</id><published>2009-02-10T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:52:44.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early</title><content type='html'>Came home early today, reached at 8pm, the boys were happy to see me back. haha. Both came clinging on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the other day Dylan went his creative writing class, and i asked him what he wrote for his compo. He say "My Ah Gu", i know he talking rubbish but i asked what was in the story, he said :" My Ah Gu always work late everyday, dun come home play with us, when he take leave, he go out and also dun play with us. When he play Uno, he will sleep halfway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Daven said:" Why you come home so early?? This is the first time you come home so early!" I think he too exagarating. haha.. Anyway, he also asked me to help him with his art project. "Ah Gu, are you a good drawer?" Hmm.. i had to think for 5 secs b4 i corrected his england to :" are you good at drawing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted me to go over play games with them so i went. Metal Slug. I went over, and i think these few days of working late caught up with me and I lie on the living room floor and fall asleep very quickly, until the boys woke me then i went into their room to play. Dylan keep playing the same stage. I did some crazy stuns with them. After that, Daven wan me to read him news paper in bed, so i started reading this article abt marriage, and i switch between male and female voices when they are quoted. They had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz not bad to be home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, itz not good to close early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dad and bro wanna go Yuan Xiang eat one. But reach there, closed. They are permanently closed at 7pm now. No more midnight supper escapades for us.. In the end, 3 adults ended up drinking kopi and eating bread toast.. patheic..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-7183895309318227697?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7183895309318227697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=7183895309318227697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7183895309318227697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7183895309318227697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/02/early.html' title='Early'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-9142925457738867889</id><published>2009-02-08T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:04:36.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dacia's Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some photos of Mei Mei's nursery orientation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300455521336040082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SY8ANrD-GpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iU7DAgJHg1A/s400/school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SY8ANhSI3gI/AAAAAAAAAHM/oe9XECbUN-E/s1600-h/school2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300455518711111170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SY8ANhSI3gI/AAAAAAAAAHM/oe9XECbUN-E/s400/school2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300455521558600354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SY8ANr5CGqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/smYxWIO1g5k/s400/DSC_0754_bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300457692850464866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SY8CMElWqGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jqDU8lqPdLU/s400/DSC_0767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300457695472740210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SY8CMOWjZ3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_3JXjwhiAKM/s400/DSC_0733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300457696827473106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SY8CMTZi_NI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yDq064AUHQM/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" /&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/6003146229731345558-9142925457738867889?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/9142925457738867889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=9142925457738867889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/9142925457738867889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/9142925457738867889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/02/dacias-orientation.html' title='Dacia&apos;s Orientation'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SY8ANrD-GpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iU7DAgJHg1A/s72-c/school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-1857091663937790071</id><published>2009-02-07T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:47:07.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week</title><content type='html'>This is has been quite stressful, soo many things on my mind, work i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos go missing.. sorry said.. alot of things outstanding.. got pek chek... got angry... etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ended today, not that i quit, i mean it ended with an outing to anthony's home. We had dinner at AMK, Ji Lin. Not bad, vege dinner, then went an tong ni house to play pictionary again, like new years day. haha. The one at pei's house was quieter. Wah, at an tong ni house, we were apparantly screaming lor, i think itz bec the white board he set up is far from us. haha. so everyone screamed for their lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the pigeons at Orchard Shaw Center ourdoors Mac is still so at home. They fly to tables, walk around in between the seats, ppls legs, flip and flab. I am gg to bring a catapult next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-1857091663937790071?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1857091663937790071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=1857091663937790071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1857091663937790071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1857091663937790071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/02/week.html' title='Week'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-1180729135367017735</id><published>2009-01-31T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:49:35.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChiBi &amp; David Hardison</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Chibi with ap jus now, yup, Red Cliff, cuz gy say his gf asked him tat day in a sms wanna watch chi bi or not, and he was confused on what show that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say itz a nice show, some parts of the story is "twisted" and is therefore different from the original, but i mean no one can say which is the original original also, unless u can go back in time and watch the real thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, we were surrounded by weirdos, to our right, is the emo scared gal, i think maybe during her childhood days, she encountered some evil stuff or what, cuz any nitty gritty killings, or the soldiers got sick and are dying, she will make noises, like the noise that u will make when u see a very ke lian thing happen, eg, maybe a cat got run over? But this gal does it on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right behind us, was two china guys, who kept commenting on the show's dialogues. Time to time, they will push our seats from behind. I am still ok with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the grand one. To my left, there is this spec guy and his friend. This spec guy, likes to shake his freaking legs. Ok, u might say ppl shake leg shake leg lo, none of yr business.. yup, right, but not when he shakes until the whole row can feel their seats vibrating! I am not joking, ap felt it too, i felt the worse. Itz like my office building shaking when the machines below are doing some stuff.  At first i did not know how come my seat is shaking, then i turn around and saw the guy shaking his legs, never mind, after sometime. he changes his routine: rocking his body. Yup, thats it, and that behaviour also cuz my chair to rock. WOW... he he twist his head/neck here and there, sometimes i can feel he twisting his neck and look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i was really getting very annoyed then, for a few times, i rock my seat hard, and he stopped. Then he start again. Wow.. nice.. real nice. And really, ppl who know me, u know i get a upset stomach easily, esp when floor vibrates, so after all his shakes, i start getting an upset tummy. so i turn around and look at him a few times, but he did not notice, and i not gangster, dun dare confront him also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till end of the show, I ask ap whether she has 50cents or 1 dollar not, y? cuz i wanna give it to him mah, i mean he is such a good massage chair, he deserved to be paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so y does my title contain a David Hardison? cuz ap jus now hear boto bike loud loud "bo bo bo bo bo......." then she say, "wa, David Hardison ah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-1180729135367017735?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1180729135367017735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=1180729135367017735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1180729135367017735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1180729135367017735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/01/chibi-david-hardison.html' title='ChiBi &amp; David Hardison'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-1706331196125165570</id><published>2009-01-24T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:27:32.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Martian</title><content type='html'>Martians gather to take farewell photo before leaving their homes in Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a sad moment for everyone, but everyone has to grow up, experience life, even on Mars, so they took the big step out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2820921520101217622wldHsD"&gt;&lt;img alt="Team Martians" src="http://inlinethumb08.webshots.com/43143/2820921520101217622S600x600Q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martians arrived on earth, take the form of human beings, and as roles in ShareInvestor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2884747130101217622JQwVXx"&gt;&lt;img alt="Team" src="http://inlinethumb48.webshots.com/19951/2884747130101217622S600x600Q85.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/6003146229731345558-1706331196125165570?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1706331196125165570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=1706331196125165570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1706331196125165570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1706331196125165570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/01/team-martians.html' title='Team Martian'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-9163614785117692935</id><published>2009-01-24T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:17:16.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ClubMed</title><content type='html'>Some photos from the recent company trip to ClubMed Bintan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2706147280101217622ncNkqC"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0325" src="http://inlinethumb16.webshots.com/44751/2706147280101217622S600x600Q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for the correct time for night shots like these. Anything before will have skies too bright, anything after will have skies too dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2937225180101217622OutGGG"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0321" src="http://inlinethumb61.webshots.com/42620/2937225180101217622S600x600Q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2150925690101217622oLBCmC"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0023" src="http://inlinethumb07.webshots.com/34182/2150925690101217622S600x600Q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2896295900101217622MjJmZM"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0330" src="http://inlinethumb12.webshots.com/41035/2896295900101217622S600x600Q85.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/6003146229731345558-9163614785117692935?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/9163614785117692935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=9163614785117692935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/9163614785117692935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/9163614785117692935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/01/clubmed.html' title='ClubMed'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-7387942908563737926</id><published>2009-01-13T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:49:08.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Moon &amp; 倒帶人生</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Orange Moon is the demo of 倒帶人生 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Demo by 方大同. Song by Eason. Itz really fate that I came across the demo. haha. not that serious la, but then just b4 that, i was listening to 倒帶人生, which was a left behind track in Eason's album. After I started to like it, one night, i told GY abt that song and how he should play it for Thomas to sing at White Tangerine blah blah, then that same night, we were in the car, and I was switching between FMs, then i hit 933 playing 方大同's album, then the next song that came by was Orange Moon, and i quickly tell GY that this was the song i was telling him, but, i never heard this english version b4. GY liked this version alot infact, me too, so i searched online, and found that it is actually a hidden track in his latest album. Btw, the next night, when me and ap was gg to WaterCross in the car, i was telling her abt this song orangemoon which was sung by Eason, and the next moment "Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng..", Eason's song Tao Tai started to play on FM. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1OYNl4vCRf8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1OYNl4vCRf8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3F0eA-xvtY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3F0eA-xvtY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There we sat among the thousand&lt;br /&gt;fools just like us&lt;br /&gt;But not so in love like us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we spoke of all our feelings&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were born like that&lt;br /&gt;And we hope for love like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your dreams have changed, we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when or where to start&lt;br /&gt;deleteing you from my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stand with you again&lt;br /&gt;I hope to find you here again&lt;br /&gt;in the eternal sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll search for the orange moon&lt;br /&gt;that lit up our love on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;while i held your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now watch all the waves from the stones&lt;br /&gt;where we gazed to the golden sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i see the horizon&lt;br /&gt;glow just the same as it did when we stood on the hill&lt;br /&gt;I'll make the arrangements, just wait on that corner for me&lt;br /&gt;If you drop me a line I'll be sure to make these arrangements*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay your head upon my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing a tune or three&lt;br /&gt;Sweet melodies for thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly speak to say "我愛你"&lt;br /&gt;Why do you leave&lt;br /&gt;My heart is at your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd like to share three words again&lt;br /&gt;[practise] these words with you again&lt;br /&gt;if you think is possible&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i can pull you close&lt;br /&gt;whisper in your ear again that i want you in my life forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like summer rain that cools me, it sooths me&lt;br /&gt;You are the person that I pray for every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll sit on those stairs once again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we won't and I'll have to pretend&lt;br /&gt;You will be here in my imaginings, faint imaginings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-7387942908563737926?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7387942908563737926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=7387942908563737926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7387942908563737926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7387942908563737926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/01/orange-moon-rewind.html' title='Orange Moon &amp; 倒帶人生'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-6238935413357917517</id><published>2009-01-12T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:38:31.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since 1993</title><content type='html'>Finally, after so many years, we are changing a new TV... The old 29inch Toshiba is gg to be replaced by a Sharp, 42inch, Full HD, what 120Hz, and dead pixel warranty, then wat hand pressed not machine pressed, made in Japan. Itz a good catch, i hope. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad also got his new home theatre system, a Pioneer DVD system, hope he will like it, but hope mum can get use to it, cuz silence is always golden to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, i only get to see all these in action after my Bintan trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-6238935413357917517?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6238935413357917517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=6238935413357917517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6238935413357917517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6238935413357917517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-1993.html' title='Since 1993'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-4341735145040045360</id><published>2009-01-12T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:22:12.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free and Easy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Went to Pasir Ris Beach last night with Ap, to this same cafe, same seat, different drinks (ap same drink) same band performing. I liked that place. Itz called &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.sgclub.com/singapore/new_chill_out_40592.html"&gt;WaterCross&lt;/a&gt;. The band sing good songs, songs that bring me down memory lane. The breeze was great last night also. Went home after 1am. I hope to make this a monthly event, to go down, chill out, relax, listen to some good songs and vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, sunday, free and easy. Sleep till 10am, then went brunch with ap, halfway to simple food, bro called, and then picked us up and we went Yuan Xiang instead. After that, we went to Sin Xiang Choon, to find a new tap for my bathroom tap. Wow, over there, we looked with interest the jacuzzis, from 2k to 19k. wow.. some ppl are jus really rich, i would use up all my savings if i wanna buy the better ones, but, prom is, Ap pointed out that we cant really get it up into our lift at 315. Ya, right, reality check please, those are for bunglows with gardens.. swimming pools..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to our humble home, read story book, sleep again... then read book again.. then play guitar... then go for dinner at Zi Zai.. yes.. right, Asam Fish again.. really nice.. i think 2nd time this week itz? After that went TM with Ap, shop shop.. then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one nice Free and Easy Sunday, no work involved. And it dosent cost anything.. itz free.. nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-4341735145040045360?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4341735145040045360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=4341735145040045360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4341735145040045360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4341735145040045360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/01/free-and-easy-sunday.html' title='Free and Easy Sunday'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-2123797520290232850</id><published>2009-01-11T23:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:48:23.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happening... MP Set on Fire..</title><content type='html'>On my way home in bus 39 jus now, i read (together with the owner of the Wan Bao sitting infront of me) with interest and shock that a MP, Mr Seng Han Thong was set on fire by an old man (also with one eye, the previous one eye dragon jus rest in peace now here comes a crazy one eye dragon.. gosh). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel sorry for this MP man. i think itz really painful, and i wish him well. really, from the bottom of my heart, though i rarely know this MP, and am never really into MPs, except i do visit MPH often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if i hear this MP say something like "Itz ok, i forgive him" kinda thing, then i am really gg to respect him man. Cuz if itz me, i am really gg to hate the crazy one eye dragon forever man. Forgiving is not gg to be easy for something like this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-2123797520290232850?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2123797520290232850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=2123797520290232850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2123797520290232850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2123797520290232850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/01/happening-mp-set-on-fire.html' title='Happening... MP Set on Fire..'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-5177543067791989621</id><published>2009-01-09T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:35:56.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MeiMei's BD last month last year</title><content type='html'>2 photos of my cute nephews &amp;amp; niece... Forgot to post these during Dacia's bd last year, so here they are.. the gal was very happy, but during the birthday song, she start to get anxious and moody, i think she feel weird to be in the centre of attention suddenly. I told the boys she might not really know what her birthday means yet also. ha..anyway, after the song, she was all smiles again cuz she get to blow her candles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2955154230101217622dgQAQP" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="371" alt="boysgals" src="http://inlinethumb10.webshots.com/41993/2955154230101217622S600x600Q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2793823740101217622lyMWQX"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb09.webshots.com/42184/2793823740101217622S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="meimei1"  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/6003146229731345558-5177543067791989621?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5177543067791989621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=5177543067791989621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5177543067791989621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5177543067791989621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/01/meimeis-bd-last-month-last-year.html' title='MeiMei&apos;s BD last month last year'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-5022174680844371306</id><published>2009-01-06T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:21:32.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good man</title><content type='html'>Had a thought in the train. Itz that good man always die early or die in accidents? Why is it that in the news, ppl who died in attacks, died in accidents or drowns etc, they are always testimonied to be very helpful, cheerful, positive, fillial, and so on? So? better dun be too good? Not really, thinking otherwise, alot of ppl die in a day, of accidents, of attacks, but, only the good man (ladies included of course) is more widely publicised. So, maybe that is y when we read or hear abt someone died, drowned, is killed etc, he is notmally said to be a good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either the above, or good man die early. ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-5022174680844371306?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5022174680844371306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=5022174680844371306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5022174680844371306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5022174680844371306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-man.html' title='Good man'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-8629081127323613917</id><published>2009-01-04T23:12:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:38:35.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up in Genting Highlights Dec 2008</title><content type='html'>(&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/569099185knZXzV" target="_blank"&gt;click here for photo album&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, since the age i grew up mentally, i understood that clouds are not like spongy stuff that u can jump on like the clouds in Doraemon. I been in a plane b4, i know they are jus vapour in this white looking half liquid half solid smokey form. But still, i hv to see it myself, so we planned a 4 Days 3 Nights trip up to Genting Highlands, with one day in KL. Okay, up up and above. The trip was not bad, time passes fast. Booked the tickets thru 5 Star Travel, thru this blur intern gal who misses out all the impt details and did not pass me the most impt stuffs. Cant forget the look she given me when i asked wat i thought was the most decent and valid questions any decent client would ask. The look was like those sympathic teary look that says "poor boy... y are u asking such a stupid question?" kinda look. Ya. Look who's the one who should be giving that look in the end. I almost ticked her off when i went back to collect the document she was supposed to give me on the day i purchased the tickets. Anyway, no sorrys from her, but she should be glad she did not give me that look again, else i think i will pounce on her. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290048669767975042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/heroneo99/genting_photos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Vending Lady&lt;br /&gt;2 &amp;amp; 4. Canteen Break&lt;br /&gt;3. 招牌动作&lt;br /&gt;5. Backpackers packing&lt;br /&gt;6. Bus Rides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Okay, back to the clouds. Yes, when the bus was gg up, i saw that the route was actually quite safe. No dangerous cliff edge kinda stuff that i always imagined when i think of gg up to Genting. Yes, i admit. I use to think itz very dangerous to go up Genting Highlands. On the slopes, we start to see these white smokey thingys that i believe are what condensation of water.. When we alight the bus, the air felt very good.. cool, reminds me of when i stepped out of the airport in Tokyo last winter with ap, the air outside was cool also, okay, alot lot more cooler. It was cold in Tokyo. But yup, i liked the air up in Genting, hmm, but standing beside the bus, can smell some carbon monoxide la, so not tat good, so we went in to try locate First World Hotel. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290049508515720098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Genting" src="http://www.geocities.com/heroneo99/genting_photos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. House on the hills...&lt;br /&gt;2. Coulds Nine&lt;br /&gt;3. Genting Bus Interchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; On entry, i called sis, cuz she also up there with Stan and the children, i couldnt wait to find them and shock the children, i prepared my cam to snapped their pictures when i see them. Haha.. We finally found the foodcourt where they were hving lunch. The best part of this trip is there is a vege stall in the foodcourt of First World Hotel! and, the super best part is, it is not any lousy cannot make it kinda vege food, itz super not bad ones. So we had all our meals there. And yes, i am contented though i am not a contender. Okay, the children had their lunch and yeah, they are gg home lo, was their last day there, the boys wanna stay with us, but u know la.. not possible. haha. but they were so sweet to wanna stay right? ooo... haha. Mei Mei was best, when we went down with them, we wanna go check in, they wanna go home, we say goodbye, and this mei mei, keep turning back to wave goodbye. Like after a few more steps, she will turn back, haha. such a cuteee gal.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290049895387753938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/heroneo99/genting_photos3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Checking in was a real pain in the a**... our number was like dun know 100 numbers away or wat, so we were told we need to wait 45mins plus, so we went up to foodcourt for lunch first. Okay, after checking in, i had a small horror.. the hotel room... though not haunted, seem like a cell to me.. small small tv... no tv remote... reception super cannot make it... yah yah.. got cable.. ya.. but might as well dun hv lor.. then, window is the best.. opening window got nice cool air coming in like aircon, but, but.. see outside is a piece of wall.. yup. Nothing else. Piece of wall. Sounds like a cell to u? Bathroom... wow... no shower gel given, but no worries... there is still a round round soap cake. Then bath, hmm, no shelf around u. No worries, u can always put the soap cake on the floor after use. Yup, else no where to put mah. So, in short, the bath room cant make it. The room cant make it, except for sleeping, dun really wanna stay inside the room. The plan was to shop and play the indoor themepark this day, then the outdoor themepark the next day. Okay, we went around the Indoor Themepark, got ppl screaming here and there cuz there is a coaster around inside. We choose not to get the day entry kinda tickets cuz the indoor themepark is more designed for children so no point wasting money on that. Only 2 stuff we tried, the coaster, and the bumper car. The queue was long, but still bearable, well, itz a fri, so more ppl.. should hv come on a weekday man. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290047943933081426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/heroneo99/genting_photoS4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/2377959290101217622xpVwmS"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Checking in Pains...&lt;br /&gt;2. Ferries Wheel&lt;br /&gt;3. Lost in Ferryland&lt;br /&gt;4. The Railway Boat, there are tracks below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Coaster ride was nothing much actually, as in the indoor one, not scary, jus "throw" u abit when doing the turns, and very short.. one round and tats it. Then bumper car is jus for fun, so no comments except was quite a wait also. Basically thats all lo. But still, First World Hotel seem more fun la. lots of shop around and we spent the half day shopping around and at night, we went to the SnowWorld.. wow... with grey looking ice kacang on the floor, and a slide, and some ice house kinda thing lo. Hmm, really nothing fantastic, could hv give it a miss, but worth mentioning is, itz real cold inside. U can wear slippers and bermudas in, cuz they lend u all the gloves and shoes and all. But, i would not wear bermudas lo. so cold. The time inside is short. and the closes even b4 the time is up. But, u get to hv a small ice cream per ticket. Hmm, itz too cold inside for us, so we came out to eat. They even sell 3-in-1 kopi outside. Was tempted but thought not v worth it. haha. We also went to the casino. No gambling, and i also dun know how to gamble man, confuses stupid ppl like me. But i jus wanna go see see. Supirsingly, police did not ask me for IC. I thought they always see me as 19 year old student. Anyway was abit disappointed, cuz itz not the grand high ceiling casinos i see in 赌神 and also nothing like the ones in 珊瑚岛. Alot of smoke though, not fires la, smokers. We went one round, and see ppl playing, blah blah.. then got this small canteen kinda thing there, and.. got.. free kopi and orange juices! hah. nice nice. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290055071100378882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/heroneo99/genting_photos5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. If life is to be like a coaster ride, then i hope not like this one.. yawn... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Kopi Tiam. Free drinks some more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Hmm.. we got a team here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Dominating all Doras around the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Roam around till quite late, then went out to see the scenery in the small rain. Very cold outside in the open at night, but i still "force" ap to go out see the street/home/city lights down down below. ha.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290059863666922130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="First World Hotel at night" src="http://www.geocities.com/heroneo99/genting_photos6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Top: One Night in Genting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Themepark day. We went for breakfast in the Big Canteen, which was suppose to be a complimentary breakfast by the hotel. Hmm.. one of the lousier ones i had. Itz like a big tuckshop. ALOT, yes, ALOT of ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating at the canteen, we went into the Themepark near 11am i think, wahhh.. CLOUDY lo... cant see one. haha. then rain abit also. The ticket attendend say if rain they won compensate one. We went walk walk, then i saw Cyclone.. wow.. like quite scary kinda coaster ride. Manage to persuade ap. Before we decided, it started to rain abit, so the queue dispersed alot. We quickly join in from there, saved quite some time. haha. The ride was quite scary, at the 2 dips that is. After that walked around, saw this Corkscrew (wat a name right?) got 360 twist one.. so i was abit scared also. And somemore, long long queue.. thats a good reason not to try also. They other one i think like rocket one, dun know actual name, wah, that one scary, go up high high... then drop. Never try also, but too scary for me. And there is this turn turn turn turn turn thingy tat GY showed us years back,i saw it and confirmed tat i dun wanna play tat. cuz i sure vomit one. turn like dunknow 20 30 rounds like tat (yes, we counted while in another queue). What else we tried? The Ferris Wheel, but i think abit for kids one la.. not v high, but then itz built on a hill there, so quite good view at top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to try the wat Go Cart, but in the queue, i observed... and observed... how come these go carts going at such a bloody slow speed huh... like super boring leh.. and convinced ap tat the sentosa one in sg was much better.. so we left the queue. Lucky we did, cuz back here, a few others told me they tried it and itz damn bo liao. Like 10km per hr. Wah.. nice... how fast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to take Cable Car.. wow.. to go down hill.. cuz free ride mah.. free tickets from hotel i think cuz we booked in a peak period. Okay, actually the cable car ride can be very boring... took quite sometime down, first part is in clouds.. cant even tell if moving lo.. abit scary, cuz we thought itz jammed or wat. Then got this funny ghostly gal in the cablecar with us. She alone lor! can u imagine not. Then me and ap like so arkward.. wah.. like when we dun talk, so silent.. then when we talk, also feel v weird, cuz really those very silent feeling inside, then her back view to me is like ghost lor! Anyway, back to the ride, itz abit scary to me, cuz when in these rides, i keep thinking what if the cables snap, we will fall.. eeeks. Cuz itz such a long ride, gives me alot of time to imagine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiinaally... we reached.. downthere, itz really nothing... lucky lucky.. there is this small Zoo.. got "weird" animals inside, cost abt 10S$ per pax i think. Not bad! inside quite alot to see (for me la) snakes.. spiders... weird fishes... frogs.. roosters.. etc etc. Not bad la, i mean better then gg thru the stupid ride and doing nothing right? Okay.. after that.,... itz the ride back up... arrrgg!! same same.. in between, i started to imagine again... lucky tahan till the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for lunch, then go back themepark play play, then hear FIR in the indoor concert hall, but door close we outside la. Cant hear them rehersing inside. The whole day was cloudy lor, then suddenly the clouds will disappear, then come back again and so on... we play nothing much liao la. cuz eitehr long queue, or we dun dare play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, i wanna take some photos, night scene of the park, but the weather damn cold!! The weather was too cloudy, cant take any thing.. abit disappointed, cuz wanna take the theme park from inside. After we left the themepark, the clouds start to go off, so manage to take some photos of First World Hotel. After that we went to the "kbox". Sing inside a box kinda thing. Ha. arcade type. Need to buy the arcade cards first. Mike super lousy one la.. but ha. any how scream till no voice. ha. ok la. still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the arcade, i went to play the basketball game, which b4 this, cuz i stupid, first time play, i insert the card to a machine that has no balls, thinking the balls come out from somewhere one. haha. so this time round, found a machine with balls, from then, i come back sg keep playing the basketball game in arcade. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the hotel, we walk walk at corridor.. then see this old lady sitting outside a room... near our room... there was someone beside her, like security guard like tat.. then when i walk pass her, she like look at me.. scary... wats up man.. y she sitting outside her room? Itz we are the only ones who can see her?? eeee... then we found out, she says her husband is inside the room, say he dun dare open room cuz inside got a china mistress. Well, i am not sure if itz true la.. anyway, i very auntie.. i open door abit to eavesdrop her conversation with the PR lady. Then i send ap out to take water from the hot water cooler, and at the same time, she must collect some data on the old women when she come back. Okay, after that i stay near room door to collect some data also. haha. seow.. btw, the hot water cooler kana sai.. inside room nothing to make hotwater, then outside hotwater also not hot.. so make kopi also cannot make it.. make maggie mee.. also... cannot!! i eat halfway feel so sian.. cuz like cold cold.. sianz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day. I went to be Superman. S$6 only. haha. i decided to give it a try, looks scary, but must try, else like never accomplish anything except the Cyclone. haha. But in the end, this superman thingy ok only, i feel Cyclone more scary. Superman one, only when i at the top, before the roll down start, i was abit scared. But after that ok lor, fly here fly there, turn 360, but not v scary la. abit like dun know wats happening one. Okay.. finally, itz check out time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was super good that day, Bluse sky, no clouds, very nice. I took alot of photos of the theme park from outside after breakfast. We bought the bus tickets down to KL from Genting. The tickets are quite cheap, but.. the bus hor. hot and smelly.. i can actually smell traces of urine. Overall, hot and smelly trip down to KL. When we finally reached the stop at KL, we went to the "LRT" nearby and was told that the station nearest KLCC is Bukit Nanas. The LRT super squeezy.. and reaching Bukit Nanas, we can see KLCC, but.. where is Impiana Hotel? Walk walk walk.. under hot sun.. lots of construction... walk walk.. ask ppl.. ask police.. they keep saying go there go here.. and we keep thinking reaching already, but, still not reach, was really gg crazy liao. cuz the fact that we know we are in the right course doesnt really help much when the target dun seem anywhere near..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. finally.. we found the hotel.. itz was really nirvana.. heaven.. the staff inside really really nice.. they fuwu mian jin (give towels) to us... then give very nice cold lemon tea.. bring tears to my eyes... so touched. cuz we like came in from the hot sun.. dusty roads.. then come into hotel got ppl give towel give tea.. this is really touching.. The best part is here... checking into the room.. super .. super big!!! WAHH!!! ARGG!! Cuz we got the spa package, the room was upgraded, and itz really nice. I mean it was the kind of room u would wanna go back to.. unlike in First World.. The package is very good. I repeatedly tell ap that itz really a good catch. Like include a 90min spa for 2, then get this kinda room. They even send fruits up to the room.. sob sob.. super touched.. The spa was very good also. but abit awkward la.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been to KL twice for work, i know of how to go to a few places, so we walked to Berjaya Times Square. Halfway thru some other memories start coming back.. like pieces of jigsaw, i remembered... an IT Mall!.. like.. like funan! yes! inside ... inside.. got... VEGE food!! yes... upstairs.. so we walked to the IT mall Low Yat Plaza.. go up up and up.. then in the end, actually the food stuff at basement.. ok.. the flashback wasnt tat complete, but at least the part that there is vege food is correct. So we had a great vege meal there, then we went to Times Sq. Shop shop, look at the scary indoor theme park's coaster.. then after that, we plan to walk back to KLCC. Halfway thru, we spotted this big mall "The Pavilion" with a big xmas tree, so decide to go there, then from the go to KLCC. Pavilion is very big, but no time to shop, and quite tired liao also. So drag ourselves to KLCC, to see the night twin towers, at night they look specially nice. Took lots of photos, but the shops inside most closed liao, so after that, we went back to hotel which was 10mins walk from KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, had a nice breakfast at the cafe in the hotel, then we had a short walk to KLCC again to shoot some day photos. When coming back, noticed a big mural thingy, itz actually a big picture made from F&amp;amp;N cans. Quite cool. Back in the hotel, i went swimming, then went to the gym a short while. After that, checked out from the very luxurious hotel. Left our stuff at the bell counter then went to KLCC to really shop. Bought nothing, but jus see see look look.. went to a cafe to drink something, i drank a double expresso. Super small cup, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we took cab from hotel to the bus interchange.. my worse experience.. it was quite chaotic there.. and i dun know where to find our bus, and dun know where is the counter.. itz find bus direct or? wah.. panic abit man, asked an old man and he say :" u got ticket liao jus board the bus la!" then i try to find row 20, go down see if bus is there not, but no.. dun look like our bus.. so went up again.. alot of ppl.. Luckily, we asked one auntie who advised us correctly, we noticed inbetween the lots of small counters is the FiveStar counter.. check in from there.. in the bus also alot of issue.. angry women came up. Cuz i think she and her family late.. then the staff there sold off their tickets and oversell, so in the end, lack of one seat.. so she like very angry.. talk loudly.. call to complain.. haha. half way thru the journey, they were transfered to another bus. so end of story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!! End of the Genting KL Trip!! Overall, not bad, fun, nice, not very expensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-8629081127323613917?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8629081127323613917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=8629081127323613917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8629081127323613917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8629081127323613917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/12/up-in-genting-highlights-dec-2008.html' title='Up in Genting Highlights Dec 2008'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-8653477129883590440</id><published>2009-01-01T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:05:50.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beavers &amp; Rodent 2009, since 2005</title><content type='html'>Itz a new year again. So fast. Last night we had a fun time at 531. Theme was like Nonsense Funky or clothes u bought but never wear b4. So I went in 80s fashion. Like Beyond kinda stuff. Anyway, now no time to say too much. Jus wanna post time nice photo of The Beavers. Not excatly a band's name, but i think got potential. This is one that passes the test of time... sicne 2005 xmas, till 2009. May we do it again in the years to come.. here goes, no food or drinks in yr mouth when looking at this photo please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2140644580101217622CTSeSJ" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="beavers" src="http://inlinethumb11.webshots.com/43466/2140644580101217622S500x500Q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-8653477129883590440?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/8653477129883590440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=8653477129883590440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8653477129883590440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/8653477129883590440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2009/01/beavers-rodent-2009-since-2005.html' title='Beavers &amp; Rodent 2009, since 2005'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-2688204007880222764</id><published>2008-12-31T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:52:54.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dairy Boos'/><title type='text'>Outing Day 2</title><content type='html'>Well, i promised to bring them out, but never kept my promise cuz i always thought itz a pain to bring both out, but bring one then it seems unfair to the other, so always ended up not bringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i am on leave, so, decided to bring them out.. Left the girl with my mum and sis after the visit to the chinese doc at Golden Landmark Shopping Centre. Anyway, the shopping center really resemble Upper Serangoon Shopping Centre. And the boys like the old water fountian thats stops and starts suddenly. Ha.. itz quite fun to see how children sometimes gets attracted to simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bugis first, intending to let them play with some toys at the toy's department. But in the end they were stucked at the Wall E computer game thingy, for the the whole half an hour, before we proceed to city hall to meet ap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach penisula, ap went to change her Spyder thingy, and i brought the boys down to the foodcourt to buy a drink for myself. Daven says he wanna Da Bian.. and he urgently need to.. So i quickly bring him to a search of a toilet. In the end we found it, and he proceed with his business. When he said he is done, i saw hmm.. that ermm.. some shit was still dangling from his .. erm.. body. so i asked him if he is really done, cuz i really can still see some hanging. I asked him to use strength to "squeeze" them out. To break them.. but.. he say's nothing liao. So no choice... i had to do it lo.. cuz itz really doned, but cuz he erm.. he produced a quite big piece of it, and left some stucked.. so no choice.. i had to clean it for him. ha. ok. After that Dylan also wanna do the same.. haiz. lucky thing is his is much less messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought them Raffles City Robinsons and then to Suntec ToysRus after that. I promised to buy them a toy each as long as itz not too expensive. So they had a hard time choosing. Ha. Dave complain say "U never let us choose one!" "Everything also too expensive...." haha. funny. i was abit soft hearted and almost bought them a 30$ tranformers, but Dylan doesnt wan that. So in the end, a Hot Wheels car for each, nothing for mei mei. haha. Well, they seem to like their car (dylan) and motorbike (Dave) alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a coffee break at Wang Jiao, we went arcade, i played my recently addicted game, the basketball game, the boys joined me also. haha. After that, had a long walk back to Cityhall, with the boys complaining and wanting me to carry them. Went to Bishan in a squeezy train, then to Da Zhi Ran to for dinner with family, where i keep falling asleep. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a happy and tiring outing. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-2688204007880222764?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2688204007880222764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=2688204007880222764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2688204007880222764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2688204007880222764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/12/outing-day-2.html' title='Outing Day 2'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-3506808818492950535</id><published>2008-12-30T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:53:08.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dairy Boos'/><title type='text'>Outings</title><content type='html'>After the youth camp, i had a 2 days outing. One was yesterday, out with harold to change the size to me&amp;amp;ap's xmas gift, the Doraemon T shirt / polo, then at night met Ryu at orchard to shop for his stuff. Second was today, brought the boys out on an outing with ap, at bugis, penisula, suntec, then up to bishan for dinner with their mum, my mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a trip down to Chinatown Point to meet harold at 3pm, after we changed the shirts (which was actually in a cool dora shop with some other dvd's etc for sale), we went to a shop at Pearl Center to alter his newly bought pants, . There, we had dessert while waiting for his express alter. Interestingly, we talked abt reincarnation, rights of animals and insects, whether should i be reincarnated into a pig next life, will i still remember that i was a human b4 in my past life. I use to think that the animal will remember, cuz in that case then he/it will know that he has done wrong in his past life thats y he becomes a pig. But thinking slightly more deeply, i think it might not be the case. Cuz since we as humans do not know anything abt our past lifes, y should animals do? Okay, if i do not know that i use to be a human in my past life, and i am a pig now, then comes the question on the brains thingy, will i (the pig) know that humans are better off then me and i am a class lower and am the unfortunate ones that need to be slaughtered? If the anwser is "no", then, well, seems like nothing matters anymore isn't it? 2nd thing is do animals know that they are "alive"? I think yes, at least i know they feel the pain when they are slaughtered. And i think they sure hv brains, and they communicate, maybe not like how they do it in Bolt, but sure they communicate, and they hv feelings (emotions), and if they communicate and hv feelings, then definately, they know they are alive. But sorry there are not much rights for them. I mean, yes, u might get jailed if u kill a dog, or torture a cat, but, yup, u can eat chickens without getting jailed. Thats the irony part. But thats what the world is all abt. 弱肉强食. I mean i also am part of this, cuz i eat eggs, which are produced by the poor chickens in the cages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of this Side B tracks. Anyway, after that went simlim to see computers. Then after that met Ryu. Went shop for his stuff, his friend's stuff, b4 that went kino, where i for the first time, looked thru thoroughly the comics on the shelf cuz i thought i wanna find a new comic to read. There was one comic on Dogs, the cover has 3 dogs, hmm drawing is like quite old school, the amazing thing is, itz episode 52 and 53 on the shelf. Wow.. i mean u can hv comics on 3 dogs gg up to number 53... phew... anyway, did not buy that. Something caught my eye. 结界师. Up to episode 15 liao. I saw that it has those special edition that explains the story, so i thought maybe it might be good. But, too bad, no number 1. So i had to give it up for last night. But, today, i went back to kino at bugis, and got the comic. Itz good! i like it. Itz abit like Fullmetal Alchemist (鋼の錬金術師). Quite funny also. My type. good man, finally found a comic to collect again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats abt it, one thing worth mentioning is outside the male toilet, i saw an uncle who deserves a Mega Mac. Cuz he was holding his wife's handbag. I was tempted to give him the thumbs up sign. But well, after that i think i deserved a MegaMac too. cuz i pratically held all of Ryu's stuff while he was in G2 Black Label trying out his new pants and shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats all for today, will talk abt today tommrow. Itz been a great day out with the boys and ap. I was shaged out cuz i was hving flu also. Keep falling asleep at the KopiTiam during dinner. Will talk abt the boy's backside experience next round. Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-3506808818492950535?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3506808818492950535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=3506808818492950535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3506808818492950535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3506808818492950535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/12/outings.html' title='Outings'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-2039752826827719952</id><published>2008-12-27T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:01:02.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errata</title><content type='html'>In the previous posting, we mentioned Gap as "The Gap", it should be "Gap", not "The Gap". We are very sorry for this embarssing error and apologise for any inconvience caused should u hv tried to locate a store called The Gap in Vivo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-2039752826827719952?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/2039752826827719952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=2039752826827719952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2039752826827719952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/2039752826827719952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/12/errata.html' title='Errata'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-689593430480424352</id><published>2008-12-22T21:41:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:52:36.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Designs'/><title type='text'>Pixey Piggy INVEST</title><content type='html'>Finally, itz out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286243968339538098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SVyC4ajt8LI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M99w7ObSI6M/s400/pixelcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Issue Dec. Well, this cover is not easy k, lots of work from Ashton. Pixel Art. The idea behind it is like SIM City, portraying the creating of an investment portfolio as building a virtual city in the virtual world, itz got to hv the right stuff to be the right city, and yr very own "city". Alots of stuff, read it yrself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, the cover was done by Ashton, but mind u, the human beings are done by me. The car was a last min stuff. Okay, itz really not easy, so gotta give Ash thumbs up. My humans can barely pass the pixel art standard i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushed the mag out in really like a week. Not easy. i was tensed up badly cuz i wanna meet the deadly deadline. Been in a bad mood so over that few days, had some smalll "clashes" with some colleagues. Bo bian, the stress is quite big this time, cant really manage it. But at least i manage to send for print on time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inbetween this hell of rushing out the mag, i took time to do up 3 Little Pigs. Spent like a day doing this. Itz Harold's crappy idea, but I did not let it slip and thought itz a great idea, so this is the output.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286244476464170162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SVyDV_eEhLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hqRgcRm-FDk/s400/3littlepigs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now the tough period's over, gg to start on the next issue very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weather is good these days, hot at noon but cool at night. Came to TPY today, now at Ya Kun writing this. Gonna fetch mum later from 249.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao&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/6003146229731345558-689593430480424352?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/689593430480424352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=689593430480424352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/689593430480424352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/689593430480424352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/12/pixey-piggy-invest.html' title='Pixey Piggy INVEST'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SVyC4ajt8LI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M99w7ObSI6M/s72-c/pixelcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-3029479052405353856</id><published>2008-12-20T11:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:32:03.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Series Phenomenon</title><content type='html'>It always happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u read or see or learn abt a new word, a brand or anything, this new thingy will appear infront of u again the next day, then, maybe yr friend will mention tat new word or thingy. Say if today is the first time i heard abt the US brand The Gap. The next day, i will pass by this shop in Vivo, seeing the retail shop for the first time in my life. Then, in the next day, maybe my other friend will tell me he just bought a gift for his bf and it is a The Gap shirt. etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happen again, i was reading a comic by Slam Dunk author, the comic is Real. Itz abt diabled ppl basketball (briefly speaking, but itz more than that). So there was a guy in this comic who suffered from some muscle dieases, such tat he will from being in the wheelchair, to being bedridden, to say in a year, he will not be even able to lift even a ball. Something like Morrie in the book Tuesdays with Morrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then today, i wasing at my sis house reading My Paper, and i read abt this man from HK, now in SG, he has this similar diesease also, where he knows in a short period, he will be wheelchair bound, and so on... sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i came home, on my laptop, wanna save some stuff, then saw on Yahoo! News.. MediaCorp's Chew Chor Meng is suffering from this disease.. Muscular dystrophy (MD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well.. what can I say. Itz sad reading the comic, knowing abt this disease.. then see on papers, saw real faces, saw photos of ppl suffering from it, then now, knowing some celebrity also suffers from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I was at AP home, happen to see this TV commercial of a program, i think a reality program abt a handicapped couple, they were playing tennis and the wheelchair they are sitting in is jus the same as the ones i saw in Real. &lt;/p&gt;I mean this kinda things always happens, u never heard of this one thingy b4 in yr whole life, and after u hear it the first time, u see it again and again for the next few days. Interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-3029479052405353856?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3029479052405353856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=3029479052405353856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3029479052405353856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3029479052405353856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/12/series-phenomenon.html' title='The Series Phenomenon'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-6425629527163100400</id><published>2008-12-08T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:23:42.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits - Wide Angle'/><title type='text'>Wide Angle Fetish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Recently spent abt 600$ on a 2nd hand lens. Tokina Wide Angle lens - 12mm. Digital has this crop factor of 1.5, therefore itz a 12 x 1.5 mm lens. Still considered wide angle. I got it extensively used in my &lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/album/569099185knZXzV" target="_blank"&gt;Malaysia trip (Genting Highlights &amp;amp; KL)&lt;/a&gt; last weekend, and it turned out interesting. Colors are quite nice and i quite like the wide angle results. In the end, my 50mm stayed in the camera bag for the 4days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wide angle lens are normally not used for portraiture as it causes some certain extents of distortions to the human being's features, depending on how near the being is to the lens. The nearer, the greater the distortions. The thin face becomes fatter, the fat, needless to say, become, hmm, well, bigger. t depends on the angle the portrait is taken from also. shooting downwards, the head is big, the body is small, shooting upwards, vice versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I managed to get some volunteers for to be in this experiment. First on the queue is Mr NeoBooBoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://inlinethumb30.webshots.com/19997/2564630030101217622S500x500Q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Second coming up is Miss AP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://inlinethumb42.webshots.com/44649/2140476840101217622S500x500Q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, itz Mr Monk I met in KL, below KLCC (Twin Tower), i had to donate RM2 for this shot, but i guess besides getting this photo, it also earned me some merit points for my next life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://inlinethumb20.webshots.com/14355/2703750900101217622S500x500Q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-6425629527163100400?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6425629527163100400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=6425629527163100400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6425629527163100400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6425629527163100400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/12/wide-angle-fetish.html' title='Wide Angle Fetish'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-6054615972980545245</id><published>2008-12-06T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:39:40.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovered</title><content type='html'>Finally.. recover from virus blues.. internet back to normal. it has been a very sianz 2 weeks. not tat i cannot live without internet, but it is quite difficult to do work from home without proper network. Searching for images for references has become such a pain when i got network proms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, like to hv an errata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Errata:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the previous blog posts, we mentioned that the internet proms faced by booboo was cuz by his service provider. This has been found to be untrue, we are sorry for the inconvenience caused but we do like to use this chance to condemn Trojan. "Damn U Trojan!! To hell with u!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting some photos of my Genting trip very soon. Meanwhile, i got to be busy with INVEST for this few days (yes, itz sat sun and mon, a holiday) cuz we are behind time liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-6054615972980545245?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6054615972980545245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=6054615972980545245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6054615972980545245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6054615972980545245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/12/recovered.html' title='Recovered'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-6526590284181466828</id><published>2008-11-23T15:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:16:41.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and Cold Sunday Noon</title><content type='html'>To surf using the Singtel Mobile Broadband, i hv to connect and disconnect everytime i am trying to load a page. This is so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in Mac at Jurong West with AP, itz very cold here now that we shifted to the corner of the restaurant. I guess we asked for it. We came here purposely to run away from the super heaty and humid weather. Itz almost unbearable, fan also no use. So we came here to Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! AP's sneezing! we succeeded liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to do more on INVEST today, but, cuz of internet prom, alot of things i cant really do as i need to research on stuff b4 i can really start, but, still, i know i wasted alot of time writing letter to julie and posting here etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the youngsters are playing basketball outside the mac under the hot sun. Reminds me of the days i had in Sec 3, play basketball sooo freq. And always soo like real, like i am gg to be a basketball player in future like tat. Hahaha.. now i look at them, i know, deep inside each and everyone of them (most la), they think they are gg to be a star next time. But, well, itz good to hv dreams when u are young, dream on dudes, and all the best. (they are still playing ball behind my back now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-6526590284181466828?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6526590284181466828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=6526590284181466828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6526590284181466828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6526590284181466828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/hot-and-cold-sunday-noon.html' title='Hot and Cold Sunday Noon'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-3613696590682580863</id><published>2008-11-23T12:39:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:55:35.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie's Love Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Julie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read with interest &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://ryu-comics.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ryu&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.juliesloveletter.blogspot.com/"&gt;SX&lt;/a&gt;'s letters to you. I can't deny my first impressions of u is only images of rolls of biscuits that tastes of either strawberry or cocoa, flashbacks of CNY and my company's pantry also appeared, but, all these years, I never knew u could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;read letters&lt;/span&gt;, gosh. Now that i know that u do read the letters  written to you (though u dun reply), i thought i could write to you too, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz been busy days recently, i got work crushing on me, like i mentioned in my blog earlier on, AR pitchings had been killing me. Now that SI Guide is uploaded for color proofs, I hv to work on INVEST again else my editor is starting to get annoyed that I hv been neglecting his work and only working on ARs. Never did he know that i myself hv no choice, if given one, i would work on INVEST. The revamp of the mag i planned is like so far away now that all my precious time is eaten like grass being eaten by grasshoppers working on AR mockups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economy dun seem to good too, i am not an economist nor do I read "The Economist", but i do know that there are pay cuts, retrenchments gg around, and therefore, some of my evil plans to ***edited to protect myself*** hv to be held back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hv to mention that the bad global finance is also creating more theives also. There are theives even in resorts of sentosa! Can u believe this? We were hving a meeting there, and the ladies left their bags in the room during lunch after being assured that the room will be locked when we leave. Who on gaia will know that there exist a theive that opens their bags, fishes out 50$ notes,  leaving handphones untouched, leaving some money behind to keep the victim confused on the actual amount of money they brought with them. Anyway, a report was lodged, i dun think they can catch anyone, but at least, it creates some awareness, and i am sure that is the last time our company is gg there for a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, as u know, i got a 金田一 in me, and i cant help but play detective, i suspect the theive is the person who is suppose to lock the door. Cuz, he could conveniently lock the door while he (or she, am never a sexist) get all the money he wants, then, leave the room locking it from outside normally again. In that case, anyone coming back inbetween lunch could not be able to walk into the room while he is at "work". What do you think? Having said these, i hv no time to stay back to help the police inspectors as they were still on their way when i had to leave the resort to go back to my more impt issues waiting for me in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice sat yesterday. Auntie Number 2 came to our house on fri night, and stayed over. The next day, mum need to pray Ah Gong, so she had to be busy cooking, and sis and stan went for class, therefore, i got up at 815am to go over to over see the boys and gal, who, had already started their gaming escapades (jus the boys, the gal was lying behind watching them). After awhile, Dacia decided to leave the room and on the dvd Chicken Little. I watched abit with her, after which we went over to my house again, and from there, brought Dylan to his last 2nd music lesson in TM. Ya, i feel sad that he is giving up on his piano talents. He seem like he is ready to be a good pianist if he carry on, but well, guess his parents do not want to force something on him also. Still, i feel it was abit painful to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before lunch at home, i settled my singnet prom (itz wasnt really settled), i called them after finding out that 1626 could actually infact reach a human, by going into 3 or 4 "Others". Hmm, hv to mention i was nasty to a guy on the line, but i do not feel guilty at all, he told he he hv to hang up cuz he need to answer another call. I guess u &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;hv been nasty also if it was u in my shoes right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was after this. I had lunch, and, fell asleep (not on the lunch table), and when i woke up (inbetween, ryu called to tell me some good news but my response was not as good cuz i was half asleep), Wow... it was sooo cool, rain was lashing outside the window, cool wind coming in, and Dacia (my 3 yr old niece, before u harbour any wild thoughts)  just woken up and was lying beside me. I mean i slept for near 3 hrs, and i woke up to such nice weather.. and itz a sat noon, how cool is that right? and i fell asleep again with Dacia, and woke up at 5pm. From there, had my dinner, and after that, I planned to go anywhere for coffee, b4 gg to 456 to pass the car to my dad and sis, then, go up to AP's home to overnight. In my car in the carpark, i was still pondering on where to go for coffee when i thought maybe i could go up woodlands find GL? then i thought of ryu, and remembered that my response to his good news was abit not as good cuz of my mental condition when he called, so i thought maybe i could go his area for coffee b4 gg up to jurong. He was happy that i called because he was gg to bookin and he had not had dinner yet. Therefore, my driving down means 3 things, 1. nice dinner outside; 2. chitchat session; 3. another free ride to somewhere nearby to facilitate his booking in; Well, i was glad i could help and we did hv a nice session catching up on his great news, on movies, on white tiger issues, on the music industry, lame christian names of asian artistes, on investing, and on blog issues. This was infact y i am writing to you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am currently in AP's home, we had breakfast this morning with her parents, we were "forced" to join her relatives at the kopi tiam and i had to sit back facing the TV missing my Doraemon. Itz actuallty ok, i mean i dun really watch Dora properly nowadays, but being able to watch it at a kopi tiam seems nice also. Nevermind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz November, Guns &amp;amp; Roses are launching their new album this Nov end. I am not listening to November Rain but i still like tat song alot also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itz been a year and i am starting to miss Hokkaido after a year. Really, i am starting to recall the weather there, the snow falling when me and ap was on the streets in a small town there. I miss the public sauna baths, the outdoor one esp, when the snow fall and melts before hitting the hot water, my face feeling the cold air while my body soaks in the more than warm water. Have u been there also? If not, u might like to talk to yr boss, he could hv u sold there in the stores. Hmm, dun be too hopeful though, cuz I understand that Hokkaido is mroe famous to produce their own Chocolate and beer and therefore might not be keen on products like you. But do give it a try if u like what I described and wanna be there yrself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In replacment of Hokkaido, we are gg up Genting for a cool holiday this coming weekend. AP's exams are ending soon and she will be a grad mid next year. This will put an end to her tedious study life and maybe bring her back to boring working life she's been complaining abt before her degree course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, this is my first letter to you and i do hope i am not boring you. Do hv a Merry Xmas yrself and hope u will enjoy being munched at during this festive season just like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neobooboo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-3613696590682580863?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3613696590682580863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=3613696590682580863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3613696590682580863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3613696590682580863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/julies-love-letters.html' title='Julie&apos;s Love Letters'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-1230089438773737737</id><published>2008-11-23T11:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:26:25.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Designs'/><title type='text'>Saving Gaia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An article designed for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;INVEST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Issue Oct/Nov&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSjYA8I-kSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6r841bPtwk8/s1600-h/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSjYA8I-kSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6r841bPtwk8/s400/earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271700874492547362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take great interest in designing this article, first try failed, was trying to draw Gaia (mother earth) embracing the earth, but did not turn out good. Started to reference some mags for ideas, then saw a stock image of a globe in the company's library, so got this idea to do something like this. Hmm, i do not hv a name for this kind of design, but i guess i saw it somewhere b4, but itz definately not copied, itz my own work. the bushes are actually part of a picture of a tree. I searched for alot of images thru the net, and cropped them out, blending them into the globe, it was a satisfying piece of work, i was calling it "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;我的完美世界&lt;/span&gt;" when i was working on it, but after that, i decide to make the other half of it "lifeless", so to amplify the idea of "Saving".  I had fun looking for photos of animals, thinking of what animal to add, talking to myself, and my colleagues giving inputs on what animals i can add. Over all, not alot of animals, but it was fun. (wanted to add whales actually, haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on these stuffs keeps me going man. Here's the final layout design in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;INVEST&lt;/span&gt;. One of my favs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSjbAdLRWaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HPcd0cIYQEs/s1600-h/gaia_layout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSjbAdLRWaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HPcd0cIYQEs/s400/gaia_layout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271704164715551138" 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/6003146229731345558-1230089438773737737?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1230089438773737737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=1230089438773737737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1230089438773737737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1230089438773737737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/saving-gaia.html' title='Saving Gaia'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSjYA8I-kSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6r841bPtwk8/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-5485014249507747358</id><published>2008-11-22T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:07:29.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigeon Meal at Orchard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSg7PXySCxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aG7xvOsUyJo/s1600-h/pigeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271528499106155282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSg7PXySCxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aG7xvOsUyJo/s400/pigeon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;Hv u ever had a meal with a pigeon? Was it enjoyable? I had one b4, in Orchard, hmm, it might hv been a better experience if Mr Pi was less arrogant. Also, i did not arrange to meet him, it was impromptu (not sure correct to use this word here not).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, itz on my birthday when this happens 4th Sept 19 year not impt (hope itz not too early to remind u of this). Anyway, itz my 30th birthday. yup, 30th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was gg for the presentation course near Orchard, so had to be there quite early, and it was my birthday so decide to eat hotcakes to celebrate (not serious). It seems like a nice morning to be eating hotcakes at Mac and to hv it outdoors seem an even more nicer idea. Erm, not tat i hv any choice, that Mac no indoor one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, found a nice seat, start to eat, there were pigeons flying around on the pavements, itz really a nice sight, u know, like the getting closer to nature kinda feeling? So, maybe Mr Pi sense that and decided to join me. He flew to my table, stood on it right opposite me. Hmm, how do i put it, i am not scared of pigeons as i am of cockroaches, but, when u get a pigeon standing on yr table so near u (itz a very small round table), u won know how to react also right? I wanted to shoo it away, but i was quite reluctant to touch it. So i sort of stared at it for 5 secs, not knowing what to do. And, guess wat, Mr Pi starts to look around, intenting to feed himself to my breakfast, looking at which one he wanted to share with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;U might not believe me, but i could see from his eyes that he was the arrogant type, i mean wat pigeon would look around the table, selecting what to eat, with a human jus less than 5ocm infront of him? or it? I recover from this culture shock and use my human hands to shoo it away before he could share my food. So he flapped his great wings and flew off back to the pavement i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah, nice right? to hv him flap his wings above yr food? Bo pian, i dun wanna waste it, so i continue with my hotcakes (yup, still hot), after 5mins, Mr Pi came back, i not sure if it is still him or not, but my sixth sense tell me it is. He did the same, stood infront of me. Twitching his head around, selecting with food to pick from my menu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, i felt like flipping the table on him but resisted. But in short, I shooed him away again, he flapped his wings again, to whereever he came from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that was it. i could not carry on anymore, i walked off after that, leaving my hotcakes and coffee for Mr Pi. I hope he go back to the table after i left, dun waste the food. But, in my mind at that point of time, i wished i brought my shotgun along with me. (those they use to shoot birds in the HDB parks u know?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for hotcakes for birthdays. So much for outdoor meals also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6003146229731345558-5485014249507747358?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/5485014249507747358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=5485014249507747358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5485014249507747358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/5485014249507747358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/pigeon-meal-at-orchard.html' title='Pigeon Meal at Orchard'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSg7PXySCxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aG7xvOsUyJo/s72-c/pigeon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-7989049142817516367</id><published>2008-11-22T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:17:52.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>What is it after death? That's everyone's questions. I always feel that the day i close my eyes for good, I will know what it is, whether there is there God? Heaven? Hell? .. though i wont be able to tell u from there, and, even if i can tell u what it is over the other side, would u hv believed me? U might doubt me, so i guess everyone will hv to wait for that very day, then, he or she will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from my own humble analogy, there are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4 possibilities&lt;/span&gt; after death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Darkness/Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The One Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Land of Beliefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Darkness/Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Jus like in what it is for 月 the manga Deathnote, Total darkness, Nothing. Blank. But, believing in this would mean doing good and doing bad when alife makes no difference. But having said that, believing in this possibility doesnt mean u hv to be a bad guy. Being good to ppl is not neccessary because u are scared that if u dun be good, u will burn in hell or wat. it should be from the heart.(Disclaimer: i dun mean i am someone good from the heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since this option is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;, then there is apparently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;i can eleborate. Lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2. Confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- There is something, but, too bad, you still dun know wat the truth is. Itz jus like being human, except u are a ghost instead, u can float, scare ppl, go thru walls, dun feel hungry, or eat candles. But, u jus still dun know the Truth! hah. so just can stay around, searching for the truth, or, waiting for the truth to come fetch u back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3. The One Truth&lt;/span&gt; - Yup, this One Truth meaning, no matter which religion u belong to, there is only one kind of God. Say if the One Truth is that Buddha is the real God, then even if u die as a Christian, u will hv to face it, say hello to Buddha and make friends forever with him (haha). And of course, this would mean that there is probaly heaven and hell, so good luck to u (and me). And this would mean also that u will hv to live for eternity over there, unless, of course if it happens to be a Buddha Truth, u might hv to be reincarnating into pigs or dogs or humans, and carry on the cycle to see whats up in the next next century (depending on how long yr stay in hell is also).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4. Land of Belief &lt;/span&gt;- This is something i thought i might be right abt. U go to where u believe in. But yr believe must be strong. If not, maybe u go into option one after death (Darkness/Nothing, since that was wat u believe in mah..) In this option, after death, if u are a faithful Christian, u will go to heaven, u will live peacefully there. If u are a buddhist, u will go meet Buddha and all the other 佛s there. Hmm.. but, say if u belive in everything abit (abit like my case), then i guess lets hope for the best. it might be meet all the Gods session (if i am a faithful beliver in all), or, it might be a total mess(if all i feel i believe, but still hv alot of doubts). ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say i might be right abt this 4th option? Cuz, i always hv this feeling that miracles happens on ppl who really believes, who are really faithful to what they believed in. So, meaning, u believe in what, the what will be there for u (to save yr life, to help u). Okay, typed out all these, this option is starting to be clearer to me. This option means that there are Countries of Believes up there. Meaning, u go to the "country" that u believed when u are alive. I hope i am not confusing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so if it is not the first possibility, then, be prepared, cuz, any of the other 3 would mean that there is life after death, life as in might not be human form, could be spirit or wat. So, be prepared to lead an either fun and exciting, torturous etc life there, or, be prepared for to spend yr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eternity &lt;/span&gt;there. Hmm.. cannot imagine, how do u spend eternities? Any experiences to share? haha... Probaly there might be PSPs there? Is there still sex differences? If there is, is there gg to be sex? Do u hv to work there? Oh no. i dun think i should carry one, cuz it would mean no difference to when one is alive. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, abit off the topic, i watched Doraemon, there is one story that got me pondering before, Nobita (大雄) once, with Dora's help, created a galaxy of his, with a whole new set of solar system, and therefore, with one planet that is like Earth. Of course, time there moves very fast, and therefore Nobita dun hv to wait long before there is life on that earth like planet. After life, sea animals start to appear, then, land animals, then humans, then humans evolve, then cities are built. So, meaning? Nobita is God of that earth like planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, till now u might hv got wat i am trying to say, i was thinking, (i know this is showing disrespect to God out there but, jus thinking la... dun so serious leh) are we just one of the creations of some kids out there doing school projects? That means we are the creations, mockups of some future kids! hahaha... and, someone like Nobita created us, and we are worshipping him!! Gosh! haha.. Of course, hving said that, this is jus a crazy thinking. haha. Not classified as Point 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Point 6, itz an experience shared by my friend, he says there was a night he "feel asleep", and, he could not confirm whether he was dreaming or it was real, he remembered only Darkness, Nothing, for a while, then there was a Voice, the Voice told him he was Dead. So he asked the Voice, "Ok, i am dead, What now?" The Voice told him u hv to recall a moment in yr life now, 12 secs of it, say, 12 secs of a baseball game. Choose one of the 12 secs, which u liked best, and, after u made yr choice, the Darkness will change into that 12 secs, and, this 12 secs scene will be repeated, for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats was his experience. Creative? ya, i thought so, but, if 12 secs is gg to be repeatedly played, which 12 secs will u choose? also, is the replay gg to be conscious? or unconsciously? if it is coucious, then i guess no matter how great that 12 secs is, u better choose something more subtle, else, nothing will be as great if u were to be consciously replaying it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lets see what happens after Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-7989049142817516367?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/7989049142817516367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=7989049142817516367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7989049142817516367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/7989049142817516367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/death_09.html' title='Death'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-9090959484590848227</id><published>2008-11-21T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:30:14.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day Pedro found a friend....</title><content type='html'>His name is Aldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSWQAxTYKAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HAp9xWQdF3g/s1600-h/aldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSWQAxTYKAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HAp9xWQdF3g/s400/aldo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270777281816045570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro: "Hi."&lt;br /&gt;Aldo: "Hi."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-9090959484590848227?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/9090959484590848227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=9090959484590848227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/9090959484590848227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/9090959484590848227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-pedro-found-friend.html' title='The day Pedro found a friend....'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSWQAxTYKAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HAp9xWQdF3g/s72-c/aldo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-1538175647180228876</id><published>2008-11-20T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:11:27.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>家里有个大学生就是不一样</title><content type='html'>This post comes abit late, but as the good old saying goes: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;late reach better than never reach.&lt;/span&gt;" (pardon my direct translation, itz for the benefit of the lazis like me who prefer not to type in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSWLkBLWO2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/lbXNUicBFT0/s1600-h/fixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSWLkBLWO2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/lbXNUicBFT0/s400/fixed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270772389814614882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSWLkW3l6HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/si3AWHR1KQo/s1600-h/nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSWLkW3l6HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/si3AWHR1KQo/s400/nice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270772395637336178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... thats y i say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;家里有个大学生就是不一样&lt;/span&gt;, esp if he or she is a mechanical one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, itz really good now, i mean the bag. At least it sticks without looking like shit. Now itz neat and tidy, cant see the shit no more man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay, i jus wanna say singtel disappoints me alot. I cant talk to human beings when i wan to call a helpline for help, only machine talks. the human beans goes home at 6pm. Hmm, hi singtel, if u are reading this, kindly advise if i am suppose to take  a day's leave to settle my internet prom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-1538175647180228876?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/1538175647180228876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=1538175647180228876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1538175647180228876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/1538175647180228876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='家里有个大学生就是不一样'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SSWLkBLWO2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/lbXNUicBFT0/s72-c/fixed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-6073435885204077257</id><published>2008-11-17T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:27:53.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from movies</title><content type='html'>Some extracts i read from First Mag, in the issue of Dark Knight. Abt Heroes and Villains (reminds me of a composition i wrote abt Heroes and Villains in Sec 3, i think i wrote abt Batman also).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Bond &lt;/span&gt;(Daniel Craig) caught my eye - Words to Live by :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "Do I look like I give a damn?"&lt;/span&gt; , waoh... damn attitude right. Good one james.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Villains&lt;/span&gt;, a few caught my eyes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Naylor (in the movie Thank You for Smoking), played by Aaron Eckhart (remember&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2 Face &lt;/span&gt;in Dark Knight? thats him), Bad words (not vulgar language): &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If u argue correctly, you're never wrong"&lt;/span&gt; Waoh again.. look at the use of the words correct and wrong. Anyway, this sentence is also a sentence that can be correct and can be wrong. think abt it yrself. 4 pop corns for this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector Lau Kin Ming (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andy Lau &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Internal Affairs&lt;/span&gt;), Bad Words: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I wanna turn over a new leaf"  &lt;/span&gt;Wahhahahah.. thumbs up for First, fancy picking this line. hahah. damn sacarstic. Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ju-on's mum (in the movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ju-on&lt;/span&gt;, her real name is not necessary i guess), Bad words : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ggggggggaaaaaaahhhh"&lt;/span&gt; , hmm... now u know y it caught my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-6073435885204077257?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/6073435885204077257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=6073435885204077257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6073435885204077257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/6073435885204077257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/words-from-movies.html' title='Words from movies'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-4235041577128288414</id><published>2008-11-15T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:35:57.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixel Gal's 25th BD in Picity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SR7pGo7OuCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Y1uQEA_cFFA/s1600-h/25thBD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SR7pGo7OuCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Y1uQEA_cFFA/s400/25thBD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268904914344392738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, itz ap's birthday so AS (no extra s'es please) used the last 1hr b4 her BD to do her a pixel gal, hmm, quite unimpressed, cuz i tried to use a pixel gal from habo hotel as reference, but in the end, end up not very good, no chioce, too last min... haha. but she got a special DJ version happy birthday song from mms (together with this pixel gal.) and, also, a Aldo pink bag, yes, do look out for this bag the next time u walk on the streets in jurong, it might be ap holding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Madagascar last night with her, itz the funniest animation since Shrek.. damn funny.. love it. yah, i jus learn a new term, lmao - laugh my ass off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-4235041577128288414?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4235041577128288414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=4235041577128288414' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4235041577128288414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4235041577128288414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/pixel-gals-25th-bd-in-picity.html' title='Pixel Gal&apos;s 25th BD in Picity'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SR7pGo7OuCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Y1uQEA_cFFA/s72-c/25thBD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-483467937260181846</id><published>2008-11-12T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:35:30.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitching AR's Never Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/mannycamales/music/MFAK2t6w/mabuhay_singers_planting_rice_is_never_fun/"&gt;Planting Rice is Never Fun&lt;/a&gt;, so is pitching ARs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of theme, think of tag line.. thing of design concept.. try design, do up design.. then if ok, do inside pages.. then finalise, then mount, then think of presentation, then rehearse, then finally present, and this is jus the pitching..  sianz.. dry liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/oz1RrXG-25/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/oz1RrXG-25/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/mannycamales/music/MFAK2t6w/mabuhay_singers_planting_rice_is_never_fun/"&gt;Planting Rice Is Never Fun* - Mabuhay Singers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that song very memorable.. I learn it when i was in Pri 1 the music teacher was Mrs Seah i remember.. forgot her face liao.. I use to like music lessons back in school. That song i think got actions one. haha. i can still remember some of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-483467937260181846?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/483467937260181846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=483467937260181846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/483467937260181846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/483467937260181846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/pitching-ars-never-fun.html' title='Pitching AR&apos;s Never Fun'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-4846273044602244853</id><published>2008-11-06T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:18:48.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Ma</title><content type='html'>Congrats to Mr Ma O-Ba. This one's for u.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SRHFXg2A4WI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OdH8Y4ollU0/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SRHFXg2A4WI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OdH8Y4ollU0/s400/obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265206447116968290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Contrast &lt;/span&gt;is the theme. Obama and the Whitehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping he wins, congrats again Mr Ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some nice designs i saw when i searching for Ah Ma's images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2244/2284560536_bf98df81ca.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2244/2284560536_bf98df81ca.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo from : &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jetheriot/2284560536/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2596127283_4741a0cb1a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2596127283_4741a0cb1a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo from : &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22801248@N07/2596127283/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY FAV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3127/2694289853_220ed0855d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3127/2694289853_220ed0855d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo from : &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scriptingnews/2694289853/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-4846273044602244853?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/4846273044602244853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=4846273044602244853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4846273044602244853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/4846273044602244853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-ma.html' title='Mr Ma'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SRHFXg2A4WI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OdH8Y4ollU0/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-3748617372089556259</id><published>2008-11-04T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:23:37.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Is the number of weeks I have not opened my house's mail box... coming to 1 month liao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003146229731345558-3748617372089556259?l=neobooboo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/feeds/3748617372089556259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003146229731345558&amp;postID=3748617372089556259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3748617372089556259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003146229731345558/posts/default/3748617372089556259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neobooboo.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-weeks.html' title='3 Weeks'/><author><name>NeoBooBoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068221634310003886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQwolouF_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0DQKKqR9qAY/S220/doracartoon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003146229731345558.post-5520263662966290487</id><published>2008-11-03T23:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:21:21.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dairy Boos'/><title type='text'>OK</title><content type='html'>Ok, lets start with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK &lt;/span&gt;ok? Whats this all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQ8Wt4MFJfI/AAAAAAAAADk/4HaJxoiv5gg/s1600-h/OK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQ8Wt4MFJfI/AAAAAAAAADk/4HaJxoiv5gg/s400/OK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264451466852378098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQ8W436SZgI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ac6Y9i0fm00/s1600-h/ok_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSJcCNe3_1c/SQ8W436SZgI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ac6Y9i0fm00/s400/ok_back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264451655756310018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus wanna recommend this album cuz there are really a number of nice songs here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲目:&lt;br /&gt;01.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_NLG4yEei4"&gt;思念是一种病&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;02.你说有个女孩&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_XFphfRatQ"&gt;路口&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EfyLsKj6QCc"&gt;很难&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpRFkdARVmE"&gt;OK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;06.孤独的夜哨&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;07.再见&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtuIBF5Nnz8"&gt;小宇&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJ2ndgJmOak"&gt;就让这首歌&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.小星星&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;11.再见(真情版)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, there might be some songs here that u should be quite familiar with from this album, but would like to highlight Track 09, a collaboration with MC Hot Dog and 侯佩岑. yup, itz her, i could not believe my eyes actually, to see her name. Ha, but i thought she done it nicely. This song has bery sad lyrics. It makes the sad sadder, so, itz not recommended for the broken heart, or the heart broken, or the breaken hearts, or, the broked hearteds. Do listen to it when u hv time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song that me wanna highlight, is... Track 04. Quite meaningfuls, the link i provided there quality not bery nice, so try this link instead -&gt; click here, no no, hnmm... here.. ok ok, click here.. Eh!  &lt;a href="http://www.cococ.com/albummusic/12941.html"&gt;here la&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the songs that i did not strikeout, they are all quite nice, the Small Star Star, might seem irritating when u first listen, but it gets better on more listens, but, gets worse again after even more listens, so, jus dun listen even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, need to mention that i watched Ah Yue's OK concert at Esplanade earlier this year with my sis. Itz nice, simple and nice, standard is there (much better than Jay's, yup, flame me if u wan to, but wat i say is true) . MC Hotdog also there, very good also, though pei pei dun like MC hot dog (eh.. .dun so serious la pei pei...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of gg watch the Lee Guitars (stupid name) Concert cuz got Ah Yue, Tanya, and Chen Qi Zhen. But, only left wih 108$ and above. 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