<?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-1079075702223513212</id><updated>2011-07-31T11:29:42.953+08:00</updated><category term='violent kid'/><category term='Henry'/><category term='sms'/><category term='clown'/><category term='3 years old'/><category term='air fares'/><category term='neighbour'/><category term='topics'/><category term='sing'/><category term='short film'/><category term='gift'/><category term='Capitol FM'/><category term='Kaden'/><category term='Leon'/><category term='Wenger'/><category term='home'/><category term='test'/><category term='Damansara stay'/><category term='job'/><category term='muslim'/><category term='slippers'/><category term='Manu'/><category term='influenza A'/><category term='elephant'/><category term='license'/><category term='number plates'/><category term='Pamela Chong'/><category term='work'/><category term='ijok'/><category term='lev'/><category term='Fall Out Boys'/><category term='dodgeball'/><category term='kelip-kelip'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='singing'/><category term='Korean food'/><category term='H1N1'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='house owner'/><category term='shooting'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Yasmin Ahmad'/><category term='rottweiler'/><category term='bus accident'/><category term='dream'/><category term='independent films'/><category term='CNY'/><category term='album'/><category term='6M'/><category term='Nur Hazlin'/><category term='creative'/><category term='Chelsea'/><category term='interview'/><category term='play cards'/><category term='crap'/><category term='taman connaught'/><category term='otak-otak'/><category term='audition'/><category term='old lady'/><category term='green buddies'/><category term='result'/><category term='bunkasai night'/><category term='bro'/><category term='Bangkok'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='cathay pacific'/><category term='Susan Chong'/><category term='songs'/><category term='coke crisis'/><category term='talentime'/><category term='Summit Entertainment'/><category term='88.9'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='Fabregas'/><category term='Arsenal'/><category term='advertising'/><category term='environment'/><category term='Dentsu Utama'/><category term='graduation trip'/><category term='The Departure'/><category term='imitating'/><category term='procrastinate'/><category term='Ijork'/><category term='internship'/><category term='media law'/><category term='Arturn'/><category term='idol'/><category term='cockroach'/><category term='saving'/><category term='tales of mere existence'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='flu'/><category term='father&apos;s day'/><category term='signs'/><category term='casting'/><category term='Yang'/><category term='football'/><category term='BBC Network'/><category term='Japanese'/><category term='Stephanie'/><category term='gathering'/><category term='radio'/><category term='rating'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='grandad'/><category term='cook'/><category term='Eunice'/><category term='firefly'/><category term='star'/><category term='dog'/><category term='Red Comm'/><category term='blog'/><category term='trip'/><category term='mice'/><category term='banana leaf rice'/><category term='ucsi'/><category term='UCSIDD'/><category term='taiwan'/><category term='words'/><category term='food'/><category term='mosque'/><category term='gambling'/><category term='mass comm research'/><category term='audtion'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='Ferguson'/><category term='Thailand'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>I am here to BOss...</title><subtitle type='html'>I am gonna abandone my friendster blog...but if interested please do visit it (http://bobyleony.blog.friendster.com)for older posts and to avoid it from rotting and growing spider webs
This is a place for me to boss! 'Got me say no you say' well, if u understand :)
Basically it's a place for me to shout out loud and let loose if u don't understand the previous meaning...
Well, i'm not a pro blogger so bare with me ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4072730903816336835</id><published>2010-06-05T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:22:32.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's Category</title><content type='html'>My bro said men are like animals, they are categorized into 4 types of color. Most of the guys do not have good behavior, attitude and habit such as always late, say foul words, smoke, drink, gamble and other criteria a bad man has. They are all over the world and is highly produced. They are under green color, we don't even have to protect and appreciate them. My brother's beloved friends all fall under this category. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is yellow, an ordinary guy who is a bit better than green man. They might not have some of the green man's behavior and attitude. They are protected and appreciated as they are not all over the world but still in high population. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is orange, they are good man who do what a good man should do like don't gamble, drink, smoke, is hardworking, ambitious etc. But they still do have flaws, not a lot, but maybe a few. They are only a few hundreds in the world. They are facing extinction and must be well protected and appreciated as they are in high demand! My brother say a good example for this is Tan Tuan King...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last and most critical color, RED. Men in this category probably are only left a few in this world. They're critically facing EXTINCTION! They are not only good men, they are PERFECT. FLAWLESS (including their looks). They do more than a good man should do. They are willing to do anything for partners and they don't mind... Obviously, my brother is talking about himself. He thinks probably he's the only one left in this world. (pengsan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have an Orange guy, I should be more than happy. Melissa should just grab hold of my brother and never let him go even though for me, he's not a red guy, he should be an orange guy too... So what's your guy's color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, good guys are on the road to extinction... how sad could this be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Zoo Tycoon (my brother's addiction in this game and thus leading to this topic and comparison)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4072730903816336835?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4072730903816336835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4072730903816336835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4072730903816336835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4072730903816336835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2010/06/mens-category.html' title='Men&apos;s Category'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-582895545507624655</id><published>2010-03-13T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:59:37.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Right, No Wrong</title><content type='html'>What is today?&lt;br /&gt;Is today tomorrow's yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it yesterday's tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes to half cup of water,&lt;br /&gt;Is it half empty?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it half full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different perspective, different opinions,&lt;br /&gt;No one is exactly the same,&lt;br /&gt;Unless there is two of you.&lt;br /&gt;Try to fit into other people's shoes,&lt;br /&gt;Our world will become a better place to stay in,&lt;br /&gt;with human beings who are more caring and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wishes are the same,&lt;br /&gt;to have a world of peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-582895545507624655?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/582895545507624655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=582895545507624655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/582895545507624655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/582895545507624655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-right-no-wrong.html' title='No Right, No Wrong'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-5396976711522223165</id><published>2010-03-03T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:29:43.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arturn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Just Another Post</title><content type='html'>Suddenly I had the time to actually write something here. Yang commented that I've abandoned my blog, which is quite sad to know that I'm actually kind of fogetting this blog which used to be in my favourites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I had the time during work to catch up a lil with friends, log into Facebook and 38 a while, read news, read my friends' blog, chat in msn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these reminded me when I was in Dentsu where I can post a few blogs a day that people started complaining that I blogged too much and was too free; also reminded me when I was in Red Comm, I could even cut both my finger and toe nails that people said I have nothing better to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working life now in Arturn is pretty much different. Probably the post and responsibility I'm handling is way different. I just had to say goodbye to my good old free times and if you see me on Facebook and even blogging, it's miracle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-5396976711522223165?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5396976711522223165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=5396976711522223165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5396976711522223165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5396976711522223165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-post.html' title='Just Another Post'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-5119456540612580335</id><published>2010-01-15T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:05:12.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I Ever See My Brother Again?</title><content type='html'>It started since Monday. My brother started training as a cashier at this Dim Sum shop in Damansara. His shift was 4pm-11.30pm, means when I'm awake, he's asleep, when I'm out for work, he will only wake up, and when I'm back from work, he's having his training, and by the time I'm sleeping, he's back. This lasted for 2 days and I was forced to communicate with him through sms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought everything will be back to normal when I knew that his shift has changed to morning 6am-3pm. That day I went home late around 9 something and unexpectedly, he slept already. The next day, I went home around 10 and again, he slept already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I should be able to see him as I will go home much earlier and he won't be sleeping so early. But again, it's just fated. He's going to his cell group, won't be back early, not until 11.30pm. So I thought we might be able to meet during weekends when everyone will be free. But... he told me he's working 6am-3pm and even on Sunday! And I will be playing badminton from 3pm till I don't know what time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can I meet him tomorrow evening and have a nice family dinner? Will I ever see my brother again? What's so difficult? Aren't we staying in the same house???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-5119456540612580335?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5119456540612580335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=5119456540612580335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5119456540612580335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5119456540612580335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-i-ever-see-my-brother-again.html' title='Will I Ever See My Brother Again?'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8963845580295172895</id><published>2010-01-07T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:38:39.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leon's Foundation</title><content type='html'>Set recently by Leon's owner Evon Chong due to old age and illness, Leon is urgently needing a large amount of money to keep him healthy and alive. Hence, if you do have a heart for Leon, world's cutest dog, please do not hesitate to donate even the tiniest amount to Leon's Foundation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember... &lt;br /&gt;every cent you donate, &lt;br /&gt;represents every opportunity and hopes you create&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you in advance for paying notice to this short little message and hope to receive many generous givings from all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a sincere owner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8963845580295172895?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8963845580295172895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8963845580295172895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8963845580295172895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8963845580295172895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2010/01/leons-foundation.html' title='Leon&apos;s Foundation'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4260421183977408051</id><published>2009-11-06T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:41:59.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time has Finally Come...</title><content type='html'>No more same answers, no need stuck with same questions. From next Wednesday onwards, many things will change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer, the question, the status, the money, the responsibility, the knowledge, the experience, the stress level, the schedule, the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But certain things I hope very much to be remained and never be changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May my wishes come true and everything goes smoothly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Wednesday, this is the moment, This Is It!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4260421183977408051?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4260421183977408051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4260421183977408051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4260421183977408051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4260421183977408051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-has-finally-come.html' title='The Time has Finally Come...'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-1101789417212959429</id><published>2009-11-04T16:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:30:49.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bro'/><title type='text'>Exhausted Student</title><content type='html'>It's tiring being an STPM student...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE7HU4tkwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/OE18fl_tpL8/s1600-h/DSC09554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE7HU4tkwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/OE18fl_tpL8/s320/DSC09554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400162425245635330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE6yqBYVeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/RJcBhUmcn9w/s1600-h/DSC09550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE6yqBYVeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/RJcBhUmcn9w/s320/DSC09550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400162070141883874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should say STPM students are like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear bro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in your exam and you really did study hard and also play hard, I'm sure u can get ur desired result :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from ur nasty sis who posted this in her blog :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-1101789417212959429?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1101789417212959429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=1101789417212959429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1101789417212959429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1101789417212959429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/11/exhausted-student.html' title='Exhausted Student'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE7HU4tkwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/OE18fl_tpL8/s72-c/DSC09554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-415170617545468568</id><published>2009-11-04T15:45:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:25:05.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Chinese restaurant to celebrate and we ordered a lot of good food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called 'sauna prawn' which uses hot volcano stone to cook the prawns...&lt;br /&gt;before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE2zduYtCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/y9trKnrnDbs/s1600-h/before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE2zduYtCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/y9trKnrnDbs/s320/before.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400157685974348834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE2cxMH0KI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FC9JaqRH6SM/s1600-h/after.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE2cxMH0KI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FC9JaqRH6SM/s320/after.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400157296062353570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us sang too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE1mKsh9TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GEyDzUHrlFU/s1600-h/the+twins+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE1mKsh9TI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GEyDzUHrlFU/s320/the+twins+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400156358016365874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE1h1YLiDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/s-sw7SalqJw/s1600-h/JFK+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE1h1YLiDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/s-sw7SalqJw/s320/JFK+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400156283574388786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank too but not drunken :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE2B6naaiI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6h0miO5D6uM/s1600-h/tking+in+wine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE2B6naaiI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6h0miO5D6uM/s320/tking+in+wine.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400156834736269858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE1T8HTPdI/AAAAAAAAAX8/fI6Q0QvdFko/s1600-h/DSC09573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE1T8HTPdI/AAAAAAAAAX8/fI6Q0QvdFko/s320/DSC09573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400156044864470482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE002XGo6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/a4pePehay4E/s1600-h/bro+in+wine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE002XGo6I/AAAAAAAAAX0/a4pePehay4E/s320/bro+in+wine.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400155510744196002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE0bcBWSiI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Q5C_lKVly-s/s1600-h/drunken+tking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE0bcBWSiI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Q5C_lKVly-s/s320/drunken+tking.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400155074176895522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvEz2XT6vqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oMmcjOj891s/s1600-h/tking+drink+wine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvEz2XT6vqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/oMmcjOj891s/s320/tking+drink+wine.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400154437257445026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvEzNjNfxSI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LK3fZDtzdCo/s1600-h/cheers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvEzNjNfxSI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LK3fZDtzdCo/s320/cheers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400153736077100322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a great time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvExmAGQiOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/MAHHY9e-fso/s1600-h/DSC09577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvExmAGQiOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/MAHHY9e-fso/s320/DSC09577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400151957124974818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE3ttNvCkI/AAAAAAAAAY8/CopPs5R7T4A/s1600-h/ma%27s+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE3ttNvCkI/AAAAAAAAAY8/CopPs5R7T4A/s320/ma%27s+cake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400158686564780610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's present from the 3 of us (bro, sis and I). It's a handphone accessory with pictures of Ace, Queen and King that has our names carved behind for each of it and one more blank space for "love mama". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE3fPjaqOI/AAAAAAAAAY0/_bYGFXGeUjw/s1600-h/ma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE3fPjaqOI/AAAAAAAAAY0/_bYGFXGeUjw/s320/ma.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400158438084487394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my kakak enjoyed sitting there and listening to us sing and joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE3JTGLN-I/AAAAAAAAAYs/te8CG-OM_rc/s1600-h/mom+and+rose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE3JTGLN-I/AAAAAAAAAYs/te8CG-OM_rc/s320/mom+and+rose.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400158061078460386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-415170617545468568?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/415170617545468568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=415170617545468568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/415170617545468568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/415170617545468568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/11/mas-birthday.html' title='Ma&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SvE2zduYtCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/y9trKnrnDbs/s72-c/before.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-6124310816047531711</id><published>2009-10-30T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:15:08.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't I Have Both?</title><content type='html'>There are so many choices in life,&lt;br /&gt;But some times you can only have one,&lt;br /&gt;not two, not all,&lt;br /&gt;and sacrifice the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I have both?&lt;br /&gt;And everyone gets happy?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I have both?&lt;br /&gt;And never lose any?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I have both?&lt;br /&gt;And never get isolated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding friends are getting less,&lt;br /&gt;lesser and lesser,&lt;br /&gt;Or do I even have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I expect less,&lt;br /&gt;From the day one I decided?&lt;br /&gt;I should know this from the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;And be satisfied...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-6124310816047531711?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6124310816047531711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=6124310816047531711&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6124310816047531711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6124310816047531711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-cant-i-have-both.html' title='Why Can&apos;t I Have Both?'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-5550054310014694084</id><published>2009-10-20T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:37:46.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otak-otak'/><title type='text'>Otak-Otak</title><content type='html'>I'm helping my dad's business, trying my best to expand it and making it better. Even if it fails, even if I really do not wish the result is a fail, I will not regret, NEVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause previously, I failed to realize what my dad has been doing all this while. I failed to realize that doing business is a risk, a tough job, so complicated, so much to learn. I failed to realize the effort and hard time my dad put in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping him is a must, at least once in my lifetime. It is a knowledge that I must gain and it is never too late for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-5550054310014694084?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5550054310014694084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=5550054310014694084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5550054310014694084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5550054310014694084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/otak-otak.html' title='Otak-Otak'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-3228325351077882466</id><published>2009-10-20T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:14:52.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise</title><content type='html'>Is being praise really that important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People show off to get praises,&lt;br /&gt;"Show-off-people" are proud of themselves, they are 'proud people',&lt;br /&gt;Proud people are just afraid that no one realizes their ability, &lt;br /&gt;They are afraid because after all they are not so great, &lt;br /&gt;Proud people are those who lacks of praises,&lt;br /&gt;Hence, great people need not get proud,&lt;br /&gt;As they will receive praise and honor eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is praise really that important?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-3228325351077882466?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3228325351077882466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=3228325351077882466&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3228325351077882466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3228325351077882466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/praise.html' title='Praise'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-5304059256721318415</id><published>2009-10-20T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:18:26.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>The Boss</title><content type='html'>Interviewed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insulted. Offended. Irritated. Annoyed. Disgusted. Stressed. Frustrated. Degraded. Hated. And... cried. In the end, I REJECTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need now is destress, destress and destress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and effort wasted but I learned that there are such "SUPER BIG" but ego bosses do exist in this world. This is what you called reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my job hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another experience gained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-5304059256721318415?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5304059256721318415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=5304059256721318415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5304059256721318415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5304059256721318415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/boss.html' title='The Boss'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-6831092142814035442</id><published>2009-10-13T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:15:51.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Same Question</title><content type='html'>Recently I was being asked repeatedly the same question- What are you busy with? What have you been up to lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to explain why I seem busy and yet jobless. Here's a few things that I've been doing might give you guys a better idea:&lt;br /&gt;1. Revise my Japanese. Beginning of December I'll be sitting for an International level exam and I need to make sure I score well in that exam.&lt;br /&gt;2. Arrange my laptop's documents- clear old stuffs, arrange music files, photos etc&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean my room and clear my stuffs which I've not been doing that for almost a year I think. Recently I just cleared all the old and broken shoes and set a new shoes rack. &lt;br /&gt;4. Take good care of my dog- walk him to the playground nearby, walk him every morning and evening, feed him, wash him...&lt;br /&gt;5. Read news daily, still want to keep up with the world. &lt;br /&gt;6. Try to keep in touch with my sister often- msn and writing her newsletter&lt;br /&gt;7. Babysit my brother at times- drive him back from tuition, cook for him etc&lt;br /&gt;8. Catching up with friends- hang out and msn chatting&lt;br /&gt;9. Hunting for jobs of course though not really keen on it- modify my resume, interviews (so far only one face to face and one phone interview &gt;&lt;, make a job list...&lt;br /&gt;10. Read books- been reading bible and a Christian book (dah insaf...haha)&lt;br /&gt;11. Family gathering and spending quality time with family- family dinner, celebrations and accompany mom to look for houses and land for investment (probably moving to a new house but so far, no ideal one yet...)&lt;br /&gt;12. Translation job which took up 2 weeks time&lt;br /&gt;13. Pak-toh-ing of course&lt;br /&gt;14. Playing Winning Eleven and PS2 but not on daily basis defnitely&lt;br /&gt;15. Wash my car once a while&lt;br /&gt;16. Church every Sunday&lt;br /&gt;17. Sports like futsal and badminton&lt;br /&gt;18. Watch HK drama while enjoying my meals&lt;br /&gt;19. Help out in my dad's otak-otak&lt;br /&gt;20. Babysit Kaden Chong once in a while...&lt;br /&gt;21. other small stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, despite all these, I still can spend some time yamcha. So feel free to ask me out though I might reject, but now at least you know the reason, right? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-6831092142814035442?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6831092142814035442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=6831092142814035442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6831092142814035442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6831092142814035442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/same-question.html' title='The Same Question'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4424439430003836769</id><published>2009-10-12T15:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:06:39.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Webcaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/StLiTu42jPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GYra_iHJmdI/s1600-h/DSC09506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/StLiTu42jPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GYra_iHJmdI/s320/DSC09506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391620532547783922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the same old girl we know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/StLiqOExLvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/L-MKXZhoqwU/s1600-h/DSC09508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/StLiqOExLvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/L-MKXZhoqwU/s320/DSC09508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391620918876385010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had a serious chat with my sister yesterday night. Asking her about her college work, whether she has gained weight, her relationship with Wey Lok... usual mom's nagging etc. We all took turns to webcam with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a joyous moment for the whole family reunioned once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4424439430003836769?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4424439430003836769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4424439430003836769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4424439430003836769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4424439430003836769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/webcaming.html' title='Webcaming'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/StLiTu42jPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GYra_iHJmdI/s72-c/DSC09506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-6290366381550236253</id><published>2009-10-12T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:59:44.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timber!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/StLhDvMq2DI/AAAAAAAAAW8/yqx5gpo_KMo/s1600-h/DSC09493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/StLhDvMq2DI/AAAAAAAAAW8/yqx5gpo_KMo/s320/DSC09493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391619158241368114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 5 workers and half a day to bring this tree down. &lt;br /&gt;Occupied the whole badminton court. Luckily my backyard is spacious enough. &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye old oak tree! My so called Christmas tree...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-6290366381550236253?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6290366381550236253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=6290366381550236253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6290366381550236253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6290366381550236253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/timber.html' title='Timber!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/StLhDvMq2DI/AAAAAAAAAW8/yqx5gpo_KMo/s72-c/DSC09493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-615158017762781879</id><published>2009-10-11T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:17:06.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake Killing</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning the few of us surrounded the washing machine near my house kitchen wanting to see the snake that was hiding underneath the washing machine. My dad finally gave up after waiting for a long time for it refused to come out despite all the mosquito spray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked Kakak to use hot water to splash underneath the washing machine and before my dad could get ready his net, she splashed and not long after that, my Kakak shouted and she ran away. I just happened to open the hose in case the hot water is not enough so that I can spray the water immediately. After knowing my Kakak shouted, I was panicked and hurriedly asked, "Mana? Mana?" Before I even finished asking, I found the answer myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There the snake struggling frantically out of the washing machine, next to it. It was slimy and yucky. Then its head and eyes turned toward me. Now it was my turn to shout and I began running seconds after my Kakak ran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us like crazy people ran and shouted non stop without even turning back until we felt far and safe enough to stop. Then only we realized that the snake did not chase after us. It was caught by my dad (Tuan King and my brother at that time were already getting ready to hide). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the snake was smart enough to sneak out from the net's hole. I shouted once again and thank god my dad was alert enough to prevent his leg from getting stung for the snake was heading toward his leg and might be poisonous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially my dad was to sell the snake to a pet shop for a good price of RM30 to RM40 but in order to safe all the troubles and better safe our life, Kakak used hot water once again to kill it and the snake became cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another scary and dangerous yet funny experience. I guess my family and I love all these adventures (especially my dad, he's an expert). I think hardly anyone in the city can experience all these like we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm selling snake meat for a good price. Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-615158017762781879?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/615158017762781879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=615158017762781879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/615158017762781879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/615158017762781879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/snake-killing.html' title='Snake Killing'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-3287800973033654320</id><published>2009-10-07T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:33:25.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Autumn Fest</title><content type='html'>As my sister wished, Tuan King replaced her in many ways. Including this year's Mid Autumn Fest. So that the celebration remained 5 people. But this year we have 2 more special guests. Kakak Rose and Leon joining us later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, mom cooked A LOT including her favorite shark fin soup (finally this time was a success). After having a great family dinner, dad let us hear a long lost cassette which I have been searching for years. It was the cassette that recorded Nicholas Teo's (张栋梁)singing when he first came to my house a night after he won the 2002 Astro Talent Quest. It was an honor to listen to him live and that cassette became priceless by now. He was already a talented singer by then. Next we burst into laughter listening to my neighbor sang. We thought she was reading but my dad said she would have made a better rapper. After laughing hard, we heard a husky little boy's voice and later on reckoned it was my brother's voice back when he was 11 years old. We were surprised to hear him sang so cutely and I must admit, he can sing that time. Unfortunately, after his voice changed, disaster happens (just kidding bro...haha). This cassette is filled with memory and my dad decided to keep it safe and labeled it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we brought Leon out of his cage and tied him to a pole near us while we used light to torture him. Not exactly torture, we made him exercised. My dad was really excited in fooling him with his new red LED torch light that he used it to shine on the ground here and there so that my dog will chase after it frantically. My dog sure knows how to break dance having his paw stepping here and there. After giving up chasing the LED light, he changed his target to the candle's light. We wonder he had nightmare about light that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We skipped our usual 'campfire' activity (set small campfire and burn leaves and crisps) and went to the playground nearby with our lanterns after enjoying the moon while eating mooncake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Ss1rNQF-KvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2R155AP7QSk/s1600-h/DSC09450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Ss1rNQF-KvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2R155AP7QSk/s320/DSC09450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390082204434836210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Ss1qx96RnuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DoptMNS4ZB4/s1600-h/Massage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Ss1qx96RnuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/DoptMNS4ZB4/s320/Massage.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390081735697473250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon enjoying his massage from Jensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a simple celebration but yet a joyful one even though how I wish my sister was here to celebrate with us. It's good that even Leon and Kakak had a wonderful time that night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-3287800973033654320?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3287800973033654320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=3287800973033654320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3287800973033654320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3287800973033654320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/mid-autumn-fest.html' title='Mid Autumn Fest'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Ss1rNQF-KvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2R155AP7QSk/s72-c/DSC09450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-7658778415683346066</id><published>2009-10-07T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:34:56.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Seeking</title><content type='html'>A call interview just took place on the spot without allowing me to prepare myself well enough to provide better answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder is it better to be humble during interview so that the person will admire your personality. But I might make the interviwer degrade me, making myself not up to the level, not capable enough, still a lot more to learn and experience. In the call interview, the guy with strong accent asked, "How do you rate your English given the scale of 10?" I answered humbly, "Probably around 6.5?" For him, it might not be good enough to consider me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it is better to boast more about myself so that I will create a 'wow' and a great first time impression for the interviewer. And that I might have a better chance in getting a job offer. I might as well just lie on certain things. I mean white lies don't hurt. For example, in reality I don't really like PR but in order to get the job, I was forced to say, "I love meeting up with people, I love socializing, I love communication..." which is true, but I just don't like building up permanent, strong and good but fake relationships with the media and public. Ok, maybe I have some prejudice over PR. So that was how I white lied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I did not react smartly for the interview because up to now I received no news from the guy nor the company. So, teach me. Which way is better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-7658778415683346066?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7658778415683346066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=7658778415683346066&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7658778415683346066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7658778415683346066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/job-seeking.html' title='Job Seeking'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-2392068453959093942</id><published>2009-10-07T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:22:47.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contacting Sis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Ssw9Zbz0JJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SzXg1toaM84/s1600-h/DSCF4165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Ssw9Zbz0JJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SzXg1toaM84/s320/DSCF4165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389750361226749074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... a face that I miss a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She enjoying over there, attended lots of camps since the first week she arrived in Taiwan, enjoying her time with her new friends and roommates (thank god all of them are good girls), enjoying her badminton tournament which she won the first round without even using smash (the best female player in Taiwan most probably, LOL), enjoying Taiwan's cheap and nice food of course, enjoying shopping and the freedom she's now having...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder we hardly have the chance to chat since she's so so busy. I've sent her email, letters, tempted to call her, msn her, sms her... and lately I created a thing called newsletter which includes all 4 of us family members' updates, recent activities and issues, her favorite team Arsenal's update, some games and recent photos. I've yet to send out the second issue, will do it soon. Even before she left, I did her a farewell video. I was the director, producer, cameraman, editor... basically the whole video I did it by my own and I was even in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took few weeks to watch it. The newsletter, she did not reply some of my questions and gave little respond... Probably I'm just too free to do all these things or I just miss her too much... I think I used all kinds of possible ways to contact her. Any ways I left out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm more than happy to know that she's enjoying her life in Taiwan. She's not feeling lonely, afraid or homesick which is a huge relieve to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis, you do read my blog still? Then please leave a comment. hahahaha.. Study hard and study smart and take good care of yourself :) Don't worry, everything's fine here. Except for your Da Jie will be rotting at home soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-2392068453959093942?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2392068453959093942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=2392068453959093942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2392068453959093942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2392068453959093942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/contacting-sis.html' title='Contacting Sis...'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Ssw9Zbz0JJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SzXg1toaM84/s72-c/DSCF4165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8898256608601243030</id><published>2009-10-07T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:02:02.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flies Attack!</title><content type='html'>It's true when the old saying says that people who are too free will only just hit the flies (拍苍蝇 pak wu ying) which is what exactly I did today. Yes, I am jobless, and many people has been asking the same question many times until the extent that I think I should have a press conference... even though I am jobless, I've LOTS of things to do! Just that I happened to see too many flies in my living room. I'm still finding out the reason behind and at the mean time, trying to kill ALL of them. It's disgusting to see so many big black ugly flies... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Ssw6E5d_ZOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/AKr_a7C0zvs/s1600-h/DSC09488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Ssw6E5d_ZOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/AKr_a7C0zvs/s320/DSC09488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389746709876139234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Ssw5trwaR_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/KFnmXgC4xro/s1600-h/DSC09487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Ssw5trwaR_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/KFnmXgC4xro/s320/DSC09487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389746311058311154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After successfully smacking a few and spraying the flies at the window for 30 seconds, most died, a few miracly survived no matter how much Insect Spray I sprayed on them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows a better way to kill flies without using any parts of my body? Probably I should do some research about it since I'm quite free... I need a solution before they spread... EWE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8898256608601243030?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8898256608601243030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8898256608601243030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8898256608601243030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8898256608601243030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/flies-attack.html' title='Flies Attack!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Ssw6E5d_ZOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/AKr_a7C0zvs/s72-c/DSC09488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8027119339175032602</id><published>2009-10-07T14:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:41:22.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leon'/><title type='text'>Leon Leon~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SswzNuYnKHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/fXBw4EIQqjY/s1600-h/Leon+Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SswzNuYnKHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/fXBw4EIQqjY/s320/Leon+Flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389739164938217586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If second chance is given, appreciation is no longer an option. It's a must! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cage is no longer empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SswznenJi-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jVPURlNYtOM/s1600-h/DSC09436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SswznenJi-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jVPURlNYtOM/s320/DSC09436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389739607380823010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's back of course! All fit and healthy (no more neck bandage aka 'flower', no more going back to the clinic, and no more surgeries...). He's still as smelly as usual, as naughty as before and still the same macho Leon (despite losing all his sperms to the castration surgery...). The doctor said it is impossible for him to pass motion like before anymore (Leon can only diarrhea for his butt muscles are thinning and will tear anytime) and requires special diet and medication; no more bones and rubbish food for him; make sure he drinks more etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if Leon is now like that and even if it is now more complicated and time consuming to take care of him, even if anything, I'm willing to take this second chance and take better care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Leon~ That's all I can ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8027119339175032602?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8027119339175032602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8027119339175032602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8027119339175032602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8027119339175032602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/10/leon-leon.html' title='Leon Leon~~~'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SswzNuYnKHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/fXBw4EIQqjY/s72-c/Leon+Flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-544404721087644862</id><published>2009-09-16T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:32:52.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leon'/><title type='text'>Empty Cage</title><content type='html'>The sight of seeing my dog in the back of the van and being sent away gave me a heartache. Seeing his innocent eyes into mine as if he was saying "Don't sent me away..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon will be away for hernia repair and castration surgery for 3 days. This surgery must be done so that my dog can pass motion back to usual. I asked the doctor whether there is other ways other than castration, he said no. Then I asked again if there is such thing as sperm bank, he said no again. With great disappointment, I know after today, his generation will come to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he was admitted into the clinic, I looked at him close enough to realize that he has actually grown old. To me, he is forever a kid, a naughty one. Grey fur are already growing around his mouth just like human's beard. This should be my greatest regret in him; I could not find him a mate, I did not help him breed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hopes in seeing his little children will be gone soon. All I can do is pray for him to recover and hopefully, he will still remain the macho dog of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid Leon, everything will be alright soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-544404721087644862?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/544404721087644862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=544404721087644862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/544404721087644862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/544404721087644862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/09/empty-cage.html' title='Empty Cage'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-571187495475856684</id><published>2009-09-05T11:37:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:14:00.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangkok'/><title type='text'>Sawasdeeka...</title><content type='html'>Before the day came, we already felt the excitement as my aunt who named this tour as Chang's (Our surname but also elephant as Thai's mascot) 大象旅行团, created a guide book (inclusive of our 4 days' schedule, transportation, MRT map, Bangkok map, hotel address, phone numbers, places' descriptions...); prepared rain coats with her very own Chang label and logo; name tags with our names on it for the 8 of us so that we will know one another soon enough; luggage tags... How can we not have the mood to travel with all these cute little designs as if we really joined a tour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwpbLNmLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/19a0LwJvxj8/s1600-h/guide+book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwpbLNmLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/19a0LwJvxj8/s320/guide+book.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379321768144902322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxJ0Mt7OI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mPK623AX1ak/s1600-h/schedule.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxJ0Mt7OI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mPK623AX1ak/s320/schedule.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322324617915618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxFRn_8ZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0VKvGP_SEzI/s1600-h/name+tag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxFRn_8ZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0VKvGP_SEzI/s320/name+tag.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322246617624978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st night&lt;br /&gt;Arrived Bangkok at night. After eating, went to 7-Eleven and to my surprise, their 7-Eleven is like Taiwan's where you get to eat lunch boxes, delicious sandwiches, variety of drinks and desserts... and they are all cheap! I wonder if only Malaysia has 7-Eleven that sells nothing... After that my brother and I spent most of our time figuring how to use their SIM card and call back to Malaysia as we did not know the code and everything in Thailand is in Thai, even SIM card's instruction book. Took my brother and I one and a half hour to figure it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ocean World @ Siam Paragon. I haven't been into KLCC Aquaria but my sister said this one is better than KLCC's. One of the most extraordinary thing we saw was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine fridge transformed into fish tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxnnKnT0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/JoE3WtQwkVQ/s1600-h/wine+tank.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxnnKnT0I/AAAAAAAAAVs/JoE3WtQwkVQ/s320/wine+tank.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322836515508034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridge transformed into fish tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwlFndSUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/E7S4NswDIT8/s1600-h/fridge+tank%27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwlFndSUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/E7S4NswDIT8/s320/fridge+tank%27.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379321693638314306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car transformed into fish tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sqc1dIJQn_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/9igNCT6WE5M/s1600-h/car+tank.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sqc1dIJQn_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/9igNCT6WE5M/s320/car+tank.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379327054436147186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a 4D motion after that. It was not as nice as expected but I was chicken enough to sit up straight to avoid the wind blowing to my hair from behind; used my bag to block the front from spraying out water; had my glasses off whenever I sensed danger; and had my feet straight up to avoid the strings from below to tickle my legs... but it wasn't nice, so I didn't have to feel everything after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some Thai food for lunch. It was quite tasty but the spiciness was superb and I just love it. In Thai, 'mai pien ma' is a very important word for us to use as it means 'less spicy' in order to rescue our tongue. We went to a Mango Dessert Shop which I've forgotten the name that sells only Mango desserts. Nothing extraordinary except for its mango sticky rice and mangos. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxZhe9tRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eQqXzUDNyCs/s1600-h/thai+food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxZhe9tRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eQqXzUDNyCs/s320/thai+food.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322594472080658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxA3q-16I/AAAAAAAAAUs/m-_D4IXXNC0/s1600-h/mango+sticky+rice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxA3q-16I/AAAAAAAAAUs/m-_D4IXXNC0/s320/mango+sticky+rice.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322170931337122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After refilling our batteries, we headed off to Platinum. To our surprise, that place is just like Taiwan's '五分铺'  where they sell cheap and really nice clothes. As long as you buy more than 2 items, they will charge you as a wholesale price. So my sister and I worked together on this. There was this shop selling 200 Baht (RM20) for a set of clothes (jacket + singlet) but if you buy more than 2 sets, per set becomes 130 Baht. I bought 2 sets and my sister 1 in the end which I only paid 60 Baht for an extra set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 and a half hour to shop at this 5 floor building was not enough at all. We had to rush to the MRT Station to be at a restaurant for dinner. We had seafood dinner at a famous restaurant. Everyone was too hungry due to long hours' of walking and decided to order as much as possible. It was good but the price was even 'better'! 450 Baht per person! Next meal might be cup noodles? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were rushing again to catch the 8pm Thai Cultural Show. It's supposed to be a must watch show for tourist as apparently the government spent millions for this stage theater. Our 700 Baht was well worth spending. It was about Thailand's culture and history. I learned that some of the Thai are Chinese and Thailand was the only Southeast Asia country that has never been colonized because of having very able rulers... The show managed to capture back our tired souls whenever we were about to doze off. There was a small river enough for boats to pass through on stage, there was water pouring down up above the stage to signify rain, there were elephants passing by just right in front of us, goats on the stage... A lot of scenes amazed me and created my curiosity on how they do it. I probably should learn more about theater arts... Anyway, the entire show not only opened our eyes but also lightened our hearts. It was indeed a must watch show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day&lt;br /&gt;We continued our hectic schedule the next morning by heading to the Ancient City. It was a huge place with over hundreds of ancient Thai buildings that you have to ride on something to go through the whole place. Hence, we rented 2 bicycles and a scooter. It was a wise decision as we were tired out half way through and we needed to take turns to ride on the scooter. We hardly had anytime to explore the buildings' description and history, we just chose unique buildings, snapped some photos and left for the next. We would have gotten lost without a map for their signboards were all in Thai, even exit signs I believe. At the end of the adventure, we gained some knowledge, had some fun and also some exercise! And true enough our lunch was cup noodles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwPfCBD8I/AAAAAAAAATc/L-ugPeoeKl8/s1600-h/ancient+building.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwPfCBD8I/AAAAAAAAATc/L-ugPeoeKl8/s320/ancient+building.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379321322503475138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxQRHw4FI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3-KxYE4S9s8/s1600-h/scooter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxQRHw4FI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3-KxYE4S9s8/s320/scooter.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322435460980818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwTYO5wuI/AAAAAAAAATk/mf6x45zn-WA/s1600-h/ancient+city.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwTYO5wuI/AAAAAAAAATk/mf6x45zn-WA/s320/ancient+city.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379321389397951202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sqcw1vrOR0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/kiq0BS9OnMI/s1600-h/king+jen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sqcw1vrOR0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/kiq0BS9OnMI/s320/king+jen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379321979806304066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sqcwx4lvpbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/N20d5P1aBqQ/s1600-h/jensen+cycle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sqcwx4lvpbI/AAAAAAAAAUU/N20d5P1aBqQ/s320/jensen+cycle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379321913479767474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcvzLQfkDI/AAAAAAAAATM/G6VcXSwTvt8/s1600-h/3+of+us+ancient+city+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcvzLQfkDI/AAAAAAAAATM/G6VcXSwTvt8/s320/3+of+us+ancient+city+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379320836159148082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sqcvsjtl3sI/AAAAAAAAATE/zC660jSnocc/s1600-h/3+of+us+ancient+city.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sqcvsjtl3sI/AAAAAAAAATE/zC660jSnocc/s320/3+of+us+ancient+city.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379320722464562882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same taxi driver who took us here, bringing us back to Bangkok. He tried to talk to us but we were clueless as he was speaking in Thai and not at all in English. We struggled at first, all we did was smile, smile and sometimes 'ok'. We found a few useful Thai words with explanation in our guide book. All thanks to this taxi driver that we were forced to learn Thai. We used words like 'ti nai' (where), 'tao rai' (how much), 'ma pien rai' (never mind) etc with lots of sign language. I suddenly realized that communication can be actually funny. We didn't know if he got the right message and so did we, but we just communicate like that all the way and he managed to drop us at our desired destination and we were happy... it wasn't that difficult communicating with people in different language I supposed... we were actually kind of addicted to speak in Thai! especially my brother... he's gonna become a Thai soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for Thai dinner again. After that, flea market nearby which all sell DIY stuffs. I learned how to make successful bargain after spending quite some time shopping in Bangkok. Their prices are usually hiked up to double and you can attempt to cut down into half the price. I came to this stall which sells DIY cards, when you open it, a pop-up shape will appear such as love shape, christmas tree etc. Since my aunt was buying, so I thought of bargaining a cheaper price if we were to buy two. The lady gave me a calculator instead and without further question, I pressed the amount I wanted. She gave a doubtful face but in the end also nodded her head. I happily gave her the money and when I was about to leave, a guy came to her and used his hands to show 'how much'. I turned around and asked my aunt, "Are they dumb?" My aunt replied, "Obviously. You didn't know about that?" After that, the guilt haunted me for a while until my brother came to me and showed interest in the card. I was so delightful to bring him over to the place and he bought another card. All thanks to me, they made a small board with prices saying that 1 card = 80 Baht, 2 cards = 150 Baht, 3 cards = 210 Baht so that they will use this board to reject bargains. To my relieve, if three of our cards combined, we paid exactly 210 Baht. My brother was my saviour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, I dare not simply bargain anymore, especially with calculators. Even when we arrived at their night market next, I lost my appetite in bargaining. Probably also because of a rough tuk-tuk (Thai's taxi bike) ride that I swear I will never ever take tuk-tuk anymore. If you wish to have some excitement in life, then you should go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxdxOMgJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/h6LwY8WJ824/s1600-h/tuk+tuk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxdxOMgJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/h6LwY8WJ824/s320/tuk+tuk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322667416191122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying some really cool clothes and happily getting lost around, it was time for our first foot massage. My aunt was sitting next to me, yelled whenever the guy put a tiny bit of strength on her foot. I believe the guy did the lightest massage ever and felt tortured and bored throughout the session and he gave weird looks to my aunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day&lt;br /&gt;A foot massage gave us more energy to our feet to walk further the next day. We went to the morning market near where we stayed and bought a lot of unique food such as egg with its yolk on the outer bottom of the egg etc. It was our last day so we ate a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sqcw9IxgEOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gICvuP2UGMw/s1600-h/lot+of+food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sqcw9IxgEOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gICvuP2UGMw/s320/lot+of+food.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322106802606306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwgvmcF9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/CaqcYbF85n0/s1600-h/egg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwgvmcF9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/CaqcYbF85n0/s320/egg.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379321619008985042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Jatuchak, a place as large as 16 football fields with thousands of small stalls selling many different categories of things such as handicrafts, accessories, furnitures, antiques, DIY stuffs, clothes and lots more. Given only 2 hours to spend, we dare not walk far and spent 2 hours of going round about near the entrance, we were lost... we wonder why too... but we still bought some little stuffs and food for ourselves. And for me, it was even more amazing as I spent RM0! Unbelievable? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last destination will be definitely back to our most favorite spot- Platinum. My brother satisfyingly bought his desired two pairs of jeans despite being forced to wear a skirt for changing purposes. They looked good on him, at least his butt looked smaller, haha. After a quick shopping, we were to rush back to our hotel, pack and leave for airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxUrKeSWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/o9_-wwBH8CU/s1600-h/skirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxUrKeSWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/o9_-wwBH8CU/s320/skirt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322511171144034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed an exhausting trip but still we didn't get enough of Bangkok and Thailand. The best thing about this trip is not about shopping, not about the massage, the spa, not about the things we explored, not about the food (definitely Malaysian food can compare with theirs!), not about their culture, not about their people... It's about the happy moments I spent with my siblings especially with my sister. It was one of 'the' moment I had with them. I'm also happy that more photos of us are now added into our photo album as our very sweet memories... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwthuaTDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mq1okmQxvrQ/s1600-h/happy+talk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwthuaTDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mq1okmQxvrQ/s320/happy+talk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379321838622624818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwK12WpyI/AAAAAAAAATU/8ANCOU1bbRY/s1600-h/3+of+us+ice+cream.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwK12WpyI/AAAAAAAAATU/8ANCOU1bbRY/s320/3+of+us+ice+cream.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379321242729228066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcvkttUKRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/24yHLdfQmKg/s1600-h/3+of+us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcvkttUKRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/24yHLdfQmKg/s320/3+of+us.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379320587708803346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just love Thai, don't we? And not to forget my wonderful and genius HuaLing gugu who made this dream came true for all of us. She was like our mother and tour guide who did research for this trip for months and also provided us everything we need, seriously, EVERYTHING!! I asked her to open a travel agency since she was so efficient... If she were to own one, I will be her first customer, hahaha... Anyway, thanks a bunch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo arigato~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sqc5YjUHzyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gDrw3toXnEY/s1600-h/gugu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sqc5YjUHzyI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gDrw3toXnEY/s320/gugu.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379331373876629282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-H-A-I *love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxjiB2hWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/CNbOxRVt4e4/s1600-h/we+love+thai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcxjiB2hWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/CNbOxRVt4e4/s320/we+love+thai.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322766417102178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If you wish to see more photos, do visit my facebook. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-571187495475856684?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/571187495475856684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=571187495475856684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/571187495475856684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/571187495475856684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/09/sawasdeeka.html' title='Sawasdeeka...'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SqcwpbLNmLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/19a0LwJvxj8/s72-c/guide+book.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-2279203580593122199</id><published>2009-09-05T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:37:18.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Home</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last stayed home so much. Even during weekends. It's an amazing thing for me to do. I stayed home alone most of the time, if you don't count my kakak, minding my own things, my sister left, no friends are back yet nor will anyone come visit, my brother's back to school, so is Kaden, my dad needs to work, my mom is happily in Vietnam... I've been like this for a week already and I don't mind being at home alone though I do feel lonely. The thought of going out to meet friends just give me a lazy feeling and I'll start to find excuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not exactly who I am, but I guess when you're used to the life, you're just accustomed to it. By then when my friends all come back and my old self might just come back and you won't see me staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, it's a good thing for me. At least I'm like the rest, going back to hometown, taking my own leisure time doing my own things during holidays, and most importantly is to spend most of the time with family. I'm glad that I did for I get to help my parents to pick up my brother and help to keep an eye on our home. I'm also much closer to my brother (well, he's my closest family member left after my sister went to Taiwan for further studies), I know his schedule and plans, I know that he's actually not as busy as I thought last time, I know he studies everyday at home, and he is willing to accompany me to many places knowing that I'm alone. Of course, I know more about my dad and mom too. And my sister before she left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly family's position in my life became few steps higher. And that makes me cherish them more and I want to stay home more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if you wonder what I've been up to for the past 3 weeks, this is my answer, I spent whatever time I have with my sister and family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-2279203580593122199?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2279203580593122199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=2279203580593122199&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2279203580593122199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2279203580593122199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/09/staying-home.html' title='Staying Home'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8675845272714716185</id><published>2009-09-03T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:21:28.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Embarrassment?</title><content type='html'>What is embarrassing to you? Is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Opening a public toilet's door and not long after you heard a long screeching yell, you only realized that you're looking into someone's butt who was half way into doing her business and that the next thing you know is that you quickly close the door and pretended that it wasn't you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. You came out of the fitting room with a pile of tried but unfit clothes, you just wanted to throw them to aside but you saw this lady who wore formal, white shirt plus black skirt standing right before you not long you came out. You eventually threw the pile of clothes to her and the next thing is, you were told by your mom that she's not a worker here, and aunties around started laughing at you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. You finished eating the food from the stall you bought and eventually you will look for dustbin and you saw this white little basket on the table and you threw the rubbish into it. The next thing is the seller told you that that is not a dustbin and you realized it's for food's purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. On a phone call...&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Hello&lt;br /&gt;House Owner: Hello&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Eh, you haven't leave your house?&lt;br /&gt;House owner: Not yet&lt;br /&gt;Someone: You're not coming to Angkasa? You don't know about the lunch?&lt;br /&gt;House owner: Dunno wor...&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Huh? Who's this?&lt;br /&gt;House owner: You looking for my sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your vote! Which of these is an embarrassing moment. Hope you had a good laugh at it! I'm not telling who did all these... It's done by 3 different people...enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8675845272714716185?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8675845272714716185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8675845272714716185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8675845272714716185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8675845272714716185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-embarrassment.html' title='What&apos;s Embarrassment?'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-3285374215155008629</id><published>2009-08-29T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:47:28.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Roommate</title><content type='html'>房间突然变大了，突然多了很多张桌子和椅子，衣橱也多了很多位子，衣服也多了，厕所的位子突然变大了，再也没有衣服不够放的烦恼了，电脑也不必再争了，地上也少了灰尘与脚印，整间屋子变静了。。。&lt;br /&gt;我似乎从 single bedroom 搬到去 master bedroom 了。我应该高兴到来不急才对，所有的东西与空间都属于我一个人的。。。&lt;br /&gt;但是我始终比较喜欢有分享，热闹，争吵的时刻。。。还是 single bedroom 好！所有东西，所有的人挤在一起，多好~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的 roommate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我何时才会习惯呢？看来以后我只能一个人看心爱的球队，一个人做俩份工-不但要放和洗那只臭狗，还要喂它。。。还有，看来房间只有我一个人进出，还蛮寂寞的。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后，谢谢你这样多年来陪伴着我，你是我一生中最好的 roommate 你知道吗？我想再也找不到比你更好的人选了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有句话说得非常对，“没有东西是永远的”，也知道人必须往前进。所以还是要在此愿你一切顺顺利利，别令我们失望！我也会努力加油享受这间 master bedroom 的！也会好好的照顾屋子的一切。好让你新年回来的时候可以住得舒服一点，回味家庭温暖！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怀念你的人，&lt;br /&gt;大姐&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-3285374215155008629?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3285374215155008629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=3285374215155008629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3285374215155008629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3285374215155008629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-roommate.html' title='My Roommate'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-299220645906514237</id><published>2009-08-15T09:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:11:17.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Preaching Colleague</title><content type='html'>In Dentsu, I was left with no one (1 plump colleague who were always on diet, one boss who were almost 24/7 not around, 1 colleague who annoyed me the most and whom I blogged the most during my internship and I couldn't be eating with my guy supervisor right? Feels so odd...) but this colleague of mine to have lunch with almost daily. She is 24 years old, as young as me, and the friendliest among all, bringing me to different places to eat for lunch... She's really nice, but the thing is, unexpectedly, our usual topic is about Muslim and Islam. It wasn't me who talked about Islam, it was I who has to bare with the topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are similarities between Islamic and Christianity. Both believe that the first person on earth is Adam and Eve (their Eve is known as Hawa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Muslims believe the existence of Jesus but only Muhammad is the real prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Muslims' dream place is Makkah which is the holiest meeting place in Islamic region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Muslims were to behave holy during Ramadan month as this is the month when all evil spirits are tied up. And if one does not behave well, that means it comes from you yourself but not the devil. This including of having sex. Strictly no sex in Bulan Ramadan. (When 2 of my colleagues knew about it, they were so shocked about it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SoYW0lkg_WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1lcwnaSDmYU/s1600-h/343px-Arabic_albayancalligraphy.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SoYW0lkg_WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1lcwnaSDmYU/s320/343px-Arabic_albayancalligraphy.svg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370004698380172642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Al-Quran's wordings are Arabic. There are old school's and new school's. But the proper one will be the old school's. And many strong Muslims learn Arabic the language in order to understand the Al-Quran (their kind of bible). They believe that bible has some missing text and so Al-Quran is the complete version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Arabic is not easy to learn. One needs to emphasize strongly on the intonation just like Chinese's pinyin. Once wrongly emphasized, the meaning will be different. It is a lot of inner breath exercise. The writing is from right to left, not left to write. And each dots placed brings different letters and words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. These words may sound familiar to you: (note: the spellings below is just a rough spelling)&lt;br /&gt;* Alhamdulilah - all praises to God&lt;br /&gt;usually use after eating, or whenever there are something blessed happening&lt;br /&gt;* Insyaallah - if the God is willing&lt;br /&gt;"Insyaalah I will see you there..."&lt;br /&gt;* Sunnah - Prophet's behavior&lt;br /&gt;Muslims tend to follow the Sunnah for they feel that the prophet's behavior is the holiest&lt;br /&gt;* Ustaz- preacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Female Muslims should at all times cover up all parts of body that is not at work. Hence, female Muslims should only show their faces and hands. The rest should be covered up for they should not attract unwanted attention, and this included making up. For some Arabians who even cover up their entire body except for their eyes is because there is a slight differences in believing. For them, they believe that it is necessary to cover up until their nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more she shared with me. But these were the things that interest me the most. Sometimes I felt that she was a little too excited in sharing with me about Islamic that she has forgotten that I am a Christian. She even taught me Arabic, their alphabets, pronunciation, writing and shown me videos on Youtube. I showed less and less interest in the end to avoid any misunderstanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be a strong Christian, but I know that there maybe many Gods in this world but there's only one God in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was a lovely sharing and I get to understand more about Muslims and Islamic. Isn't that good, understanding one another?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-299220645906514237?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/299220645906514237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=299220645906514237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/299220645906514237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/299220645906514237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/08/islam.html' title='The Preaching Colleague'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SoYW0lkg_WI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1lcwnaSDmYU/s72-c/343px-Arabic_albayancalligraphy.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-7370321215246288852</id><published>2009-08-14T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:31:28.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bro's Schedule</title><content type='html'>Ever since I stop my internship at Dentsu, I wasn't left jobless. I was forced to memorize my brother's schedule for I become his part time driver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Group study... with Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Badminton... not with his guy friends but with Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday &amp; Thursday- tuition... with Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Friday- librarian duty cum lunch... not with me nor my sis, but with Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- badminton or anything else... not with family, but with Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- church... yes, again, with Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: everyday with Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you're wondering who Melissa is. She's not related to my family at all, so now you know who she is...&lt;br /&gt;For now, I don't blame him for not spending much time at home nor with us. I know he's a busy man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get her bro! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-7370321215246288852?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7370321215246288852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=7370321215246288852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7370321215246288852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7370321215246288852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-bros-schedule.html' title='My Bro&apos;s Schedule'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4970202523677359888</id><published>2009-08-03T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:33:10.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Twist Some Brain Juice</title><content type='html'>One day 3 friends went to rent a hotel room and they paid RM30 for the room, RM10 per person. But the manager decided to give them discount and paid them back RM5. He asked the bellboy to deliver the RM5 to them. On the way to the room, he secretly took RM2 and gave them RM3. Which means, each of them paid RM9, RM9 x 3 = RM27, plus the RM2 from the bellboy is only RM29. Where is the other RM1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to answer this by Lily Thong early in the morning. And I want you all to suffer together with me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4970202523677359888?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4970202523677359888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4970202523677359888&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4970202523677359888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4970202523677359888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-twist-some-brain-juice.html' title='Time to Twist Some Brain Juice'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-7878140023359731801</id><published>2009-08-02T21:43:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:58:33.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><title type='text'>Chong Rangers</title><content type='html'>Team Name: Chong Rangers&lt;br /&gt;Rangers: Rose Chong (Captain/ 24/7 mother)&lt;br /&gt;         Jensen Chong (Warrior)&lt;br /&gt;         Penny Chong (Nurse)&lt;br /&gt;         Evon Chong (Consultant/ Smallest member)&lt;br /&gt;Formed date: 3 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasks: to rescue puppies who rolled down from the hill behind our house, take care of them and give those injured treatment and lastly, send back to their mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of puppies rescued: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst senario/s: A puppy which was cut by the bulb wires while rolling down but it ended up died because of the countless maggots inside its body despite washing its wounds and catching numerous maggots when we first saw it. It only managed to survive for few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successful rescue/s: A puppy stuck onto the bulb wires halfway through rolling down. Took us 2 hours to rescue it. It had small holes like bee's hives around its stomach and again there were maggots inside. But this time, it managed to survive until today and its 'holes' were all recovered. We have now sent back to its mother but looks like we have to take it back, seeing the mom already left the place or can no longer recognize her daughter after missing it for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result: Out of 7 children, 2 died, 4 successfully followed their mom and should be much much fatter and bigger now, 1 remained abandoned (still crying out for her mom). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranger to the rescue!! Using a net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfAT9qzYI/AAAAAAAAARE/R7JR0CzGBI0/s1600-h/DSC08839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfAT9qzYI/AAAAAAAAARE/R7JR0CzGBI0/s320/DSC08839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365369358789561730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the 'hole'? Penny even bought a pacifier for her to suck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfSQPGDCI/AAAAAAAAARU/xvOyNHjmKpI/s1600-h/DSC08848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfSQPGDCI/AAAAAAAAARU/xvOyNHjmKpI/s320/DSC08848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365369667026553890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only male out of the seven- Satu (Only one black spot on his white body)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfKCl4smI/AAAAAAAAARM/Q1LtHi5NPG4/s1600-h/DSC08845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfKCl4smI/AAAAAAAAARM/Q1LtHi5NPG4/s320/DSC08845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365369525925098082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So innocent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWgd4XmAVI/AAAAAAAAASs/zG_7HwJ3IPY/s1600-h/DSC08853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWgd4XmAVI/AAAAAAAAASs/zG_7HwJ3IPY/s320/DSC08853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365370966289809746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evon Chong- managed to assist in rescueing one puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWgYxdL1sI/AAAAAAAAASk/BPbI0VFSz0w/s1600-h/DSC08856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWgYxdL1sI/AAAAAAAAASk/BPbI0VFSz0w/s320/DSC08856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365370878534866626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny Chong- the doctor cum nurse who did research on how to take care of such young puppies and what will be the best for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWgPtzNyEI/AAAAAAAAASc/mTAy_HapABM/s1600-h/DSC08860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWgPtzNyEI/AAAAAAAAASc/mTAy_HapABM/s320/DSC08860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365370722934704194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose Chong- A very extremely dedicated mother who is willing to sacrifice her house chores to feed them every 3 hours! Rescued most of the puppies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWgIWEj45I/AAAAAAAAASU/hg5FEB0aYQM/s1600-h/DSC08864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWgIWEj45I/AAAAAAAAASU/hg5FEB0aYQM/s320/DSC08864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365370596305920914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite puppy- Kopi (as dark as coffee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWgAVUTpLI/AAAAAAAAASM/HLGX5hac4gU/s1600-h/DSC08867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWgAVUTpLI/AAAAAAAAASM/HLGX5hac4gU/s320/DSC08867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365370458664576178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWf5BsAi6I/AAAAAAAAASE/RbXt1w-7znY/s1600-h/DSC08869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWf5BsAi6I/AAAAAAAAASE/RbXt1w-7znY/s320/DSC08869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365370333136194466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfyiqsNUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tUYys3pmvrk/s1600-h/DSC08872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfyiqsNUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tUYys3pmvrk/s320/DSC08872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365370221729953090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make her looks like a German Shepherd..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWftHo-T5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/1XdmzqwboCM/s1600-h/DSC08876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWftHo-T5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/1XdmzqwboCM/s320/DSC08876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365370128575647634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Jensen didn't take any photos with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfnBMccyI/AAAAAAAAARs/orKfgC4BkOA/s1600-h/DSC08850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfnBMccyI/AAAAAAAAARs/orKfgC4BkOA/s320/DSC08850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365370023766160162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The injured one, and also the active one that tried to get out of the box a lot of times- Milo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfhFe-dtI/AAAAAAAAARk/OMoCVLOTyaY/s1600-h/DSC08879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfhFe-dtI/AAAAAAAAARk/OMoCVLOTyaY/s320/DSC08879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365369921838413522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some looked fatter because some were given back to their mom, and rolled back again few days later. And the difference was few days' breastfeeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfcUyMKWI/AAAAAAAAARc/h1NSYgxJoNY/s1600-h/DSC08885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfcUyMKWI/AAAAAAAAARc/h1NSYgxJoNY/s320/DSC08885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365369840046188898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't the first time we found living creatures on our drain behind our house. It was as though they dropped from heaven. Last time we had a really huge tortoise rolling down from the hill, we suspect, and landing on our drain. It is miraculously alive till today in our ridiculously dirty green pond. It is also now the King of the Pond being the biggest in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, came rolling down 7 puppies... almost daily! It kept us busy throughout the week... we nearly ended up as full time nurses. I wonder what's next rolling down... can it be money?? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part time nurses' schedule:&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Friday 9am - 6pm &lt;br /&gt;Penny Chong (since she is damn free ever since she quit her job and preparing to further her studies in Taiwan, she said the puppies came just right on time...) and Rose Chong (she nearly abandon her house chores because of them, 24/7 taking care of them)&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Friday 6pm - 10pm &lt;br /&gt;Jensen Chong (since he is only free at night)&lt;br /&gt;Weekends   &lt;br /&gt;Taken turns by Rose Chong, Me, Wey Lok and Tuan King (it's a must for him, don't care!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that they are all back to their mom, we wonder how big they are now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you need puppies' rescuer, feel free to contact us today! &lt;br /&gt;Chong Rangers is ready to rescue the poor puppies anytime, anywhere! :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-7878140023359731801?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7878140023359731801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=7878140023359731801&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7878140023359731801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7878140023359731801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/08/chong-rangers.html' title='Chong Rangers'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SnWfAT9qzYI/AAAAAAAAARE/R7JR0CzGBI0/s72-c/DSC08839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-6234025831945091981</id><published>2009-07-27T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:23:09.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentsu Utama'/><title type='text'>It's all about her @^%!##@&amp;@%#!! attitude</title><content type='html'>I talked to her just now and she totally ignored me, didn't even bother to look at me, or nod her head, and her eyes just fix to her laptop. I knew she heard what I said and again she chose to ignore as if I was talking crap. She only has this kind of attitude toward me. Why? Just because I did her thing wrongly, and that was the first time, it wasn't that big deal; or maybe because I'm such an inexperience intern who knows nuts about advertising! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps asking me this question ever since she knew I'm leaving, "So, are you counting your days?" "Are you happy that you're leaving?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had an intern before and I allowed her to talk to the clients. She was good in handling clients and after that, she got hired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has this got to do with me? She loves to mention crap out of no where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she has the brain, the authority, the knowledge, the experience, the money... fortunately, not the looks and body... she maybe perfect in advertising field but that doesn't mean she can have this kind of attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does not have the right attitude, the right personality, no moral, no humanity...&lt;br /&gt;If I were to continue working for Dentsu, I'll have to report under her, 'Do you know that everyone has to report under me?' and my other colleague just gave me a good offer to stay back at Dentsu but I might just reject it because of her... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was a friendly bowling tournament between the account servicing and clients. She was anti social and she kept complaining to me that goverment companies' events are expected. They only go for bowlings, karaoke sessions... whereas for Chinese companies for instance, they go for parties, wine drinking... (you can tell that she has a higher living standard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She misses Chinese clients a lot and keeps complaining about Malay clients that they are stupid, but in order to please them, she has to think the same as them, as if she is not a Malay! She even did ugly faces to me while complaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the event, everyone shook one another's hands to say thank you. She dragged me out of the spot and a few seconds later, we were hiding behind a pole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "What are we doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Hiding away from them?"&lt;br /&gt;She continued, "Can you pretend like we're busy talking?"&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, how rude can she be? I felt ashame hiding there pretending not to see the people passing by. And they are our clients! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I thought I'm ok with her already but I was wrong and I'm still not used to her weird and arrogant attitude. Anyway I did not regret for not accompanying her that night, for she just didn't want to talk to any of them nor play bowling (even though her fingers were nicely wrapped, afraid that the balls might chip her precious nails...), except for the first time, she needed me so desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay at Dentsu and suffer her weirdness or is there any OTHER better companies that I can go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current mood: work stress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-6234025831945091981?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6234025831945091981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=6234025831945091981&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6234025831945091981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6234025831945091981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-all-about-her-attitude.html' title='It&apos;s all about her @^%!##@&amp;@%#!! attitude'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-168329284294514148</id><published>2009-07-15T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:30:50.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese'/><title type='text'>Japanese Words</title><content type='html'>Some Japanese words are really meaningful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;映画     えいが　           movie&lt;br /&gt;手袋　   てぶくろ           pocketbook&lt;br /&gt;財布　   さいふ             wallet&lt;br /&gt;書類　   しょるい           documents&lt;br /&gt;一生懸命 いっしょうけんめい with all one's might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though these words are originally from Chinese, they bring different meaning and in Chinese, we don't use such words. If you know Chinese, you will know the meaning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-168329284294514148?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/168329284294514148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=168329284294514148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/168329284294514148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/168329284294514148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/07/japanese-words.html' title='Japanese Words'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-2008042967733618375</id><published>2009-07-15T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:06:33.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentsu Utama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green buddies'/><title type='text'>The Green Buddies</title><content type='html'>Dentsu Utama has this little CSR program called the Green Buddies that help save the environment and it really reminds me that I should start doing more about it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the few things I learned from them:&lt;br /&gt;1. In a restaurant, ask the waiter to &lt;strong&gt;keep away all unnecessary cutleries/ dishes &lt;/strong&gt;so that they will not have to waste water in washing additional stuff. Also, the minimum you can do is, &lt;strong&gt;don't waste food&lt;/strong&gt;, at least finish your drinks.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Set a recycling corner at home&lt;/strong&gt; and practice recycling.&lt;br /&gt;3. Switch off electricity at the powerpoint whenever not in use and if can, &lt;strong&gt;unplug appliances&lt;/strong&gt; too. The plug can drain up to an additional 10% of your&lt;br /&gt;actual electricity usage even if it's on stand by.&lt;br /&gt;4. At hotel, &lt;strong&gt;decline housekeeping &lt;/strong&gt;if you do not need your room to be cleaned so often. Save the water in washing clean bedsheets etc.&lt;br /&gt;5. Aluminium cans is easier to be recycled compared to plastic bottles. Hence, &lt;strong&gt;use more aluminium items&lt;/strong&gt; instead of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've always been doing:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Avoid using plastic bags &lt;/strong&gt;when shopping. I always bring my bag along so that I can store my shopping stuffs inside.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Reuse plastic bags&lt;/strong&gt;. There's a whole bunch of plastic bags in my house as I hardly throw them away.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Reuse papers&lt;/strong&gt;. Some papers were still left with ample space will be thrown into a box for further usage like printing. And some of the papers will be used for my notes.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Reuse bottles&lt;/strong&gt;. Even though plastic bottles are discouraged to use, but somehow and unavoidably, there will be plastic bottles in my house and so, reuse it. But my family use our own bottles (except for my dad... I should buy him one too) which can last for years, more environmental friendly and is safer for health.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Never litter &lt;/strong&gt;especially in public places like park. When you litter, everyone will follow; the place become dirty, it affects the ecology and people need to use more electricity and water to clean it. &lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Off unnecessary electricity.&lt;/strong&gt;And I do scold my family members for not doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots more that we can do. If these few little things are done by each individual times 28 million times 365 days in Malaysia, definitely we can make a difference to the world in no time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this little blog can remind you of your part too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-2008042967733618375?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2008042967733618375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=2008042967733618375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2008042967733618375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2008042967733618375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/07/green-buddies.html' title='The Green Buddies'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-2363353757171799684</id><published>2009-07-14T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:01:17.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana leaf rice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Banana Leaf Rice</title><content type='html'>My friendly colleague brought me to a place which I wasn't sure of to have banana leaf rice for lunch. It has been ages since I last eat this. And it was the first time I used my hand like any other Malays and/or Indians for my meal. She taught me the correct way to eat with hand. Basically is grab the food you want with the rice, pinch it a little and form a shape (any shape that suits your mouth) under your three main fingers plus your thumb. Then scoop it with the three fingers and use your thumb to push the food into your mouth. I've Malay friends but I never thought of using my hand to eat... It wasn't that bad after all but that left me with my slightly yellowish fingers with strong curry smell... and it cost me RM10 but it was really tasty... yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-2363353757171799684?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2363353757171799684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=2363353757171799684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2363353757171799684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2363353757171799684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/07/banana-leaf-rice.html' title='Banana Leaf Rice'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-3188277055319275929</id><published>2009-07-13T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:06:40.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>The ABC DVD</title><content type='html'>Kaden bought a supposed-to-be "ABC" DVD and we were forced to watch with him as usual... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DVD started off singing "A for apple, A...A,A,A! B for ball, B...B,B,B!" and it repeated twice for each songs. After the first ABC song, the cartoon character which is a boy, driving a car and banging into the wall. After a pitch black for one or two seconds, came the next song. I wonder if kids will ever imitate this action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"English is important and that is why we need to learn simple English", but what I've heard later on was, "预言是 prophecy...prophecy,prophecy,prophecy!; 诗是poem...poem,poem,poem!; 诗歌是 poetry...poetry,poetry,poetry!; 散文是 prose...prose,prose,prose!" My brother and I both exchanged looks and I asked him if he ever knew what prophecy and prose is, he shook his head with a blank look. No wonder Kaden was no longer interested in the DVD and he was more interested in gameboy instead of 'simple' English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got worse when again teaching on basic English. The boy drove (again) to a fast food restaurant which looks like McDonalds and the title appears "Fast Food". "汉堡包是 hamburger...hamburger,hamburger,hamburger!" The parents will be cursing the DVD maker if their kids were to bug them all the time with "hamburger,hamburger,hamburger!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the English lesson continues to "Junk Food" with "cakes", "biscuits" etc. Last but not least, the most ridiculous thing is to have a song lyric with "我醉了几遍,我醉了几遍~" (I was drunken a few times, I was drunken a few times~) My yipo couldn't believe at first, but after she heard it (cause surely will repeat again...) she was speechless too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, each song repeating twice, and I can say those are not songs, they are more like rapping... but my brother and I were hooked to the TV and criticising it all the way... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it is important to take extra notice in what you are buying for kids :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-3188277055319275929?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3188277055319275929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=3188277055319275929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3188277055319275929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3188277055319275929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/07/abc-dvd.html' title='The ABC DVD'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-7260831293783771314</id><published>2009-07-13T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:11:14.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='influenza A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H1N1'/><title type='text'>Influenza A</title><content type='html'>Just a short brief on what is big, happening to the world right now--&gt; A(H1N1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain terms that one has to be clear of:&lt;br /&gt;1. Influenza- popular type of flu among human&lt;br /&gt;2. Pandemic- spread out to worldwide&lt;br /&gt;3. Swine flu- usually hosted by pigs (source: wikipedia.org)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the influenza the world has been through- bird flu, Asian flu, and the history breaking Spanish flu which killed 50 to 100 million people and infected 500 million people which equivalent to 1/3 of Europe. It's been 3 months since the first outbreak of 2009 flu pandemic- A(H1N1). It is thought to be a mutation of Influenza A virus subtype H1N1 (H5N1 is also one of the subtypes). This is most likely emerged from pigs in Asia, then some North American carried back the virus to Mexico and that was where the flu pandemic started. The WHO pandemic level is now rise to level 6- the highest level, which means the virus is transmitted human to human, spreading one other in another WHO region. Up to date, there are a total of 115,331 reports with 630 deaths. (source: wikipedia.org)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chances of death is actually very minimal unless you are underlying medical conditions or has illness like diabetes, asthma etc; you are pregnant; and children under 5. And Malaysia is one of the many affected countries but mostly are foreign transmission. Steps taken by government are:&lt;br /&gt;1. closing down schools with suspected and confirmed cases&lt;br /&gt;2. home quarantine those who were in close contact with the victim&lt;br /&gt;3. encourage people to practice home quarantine if you have the flu's symptoms or you just came back from a country which has a high record of the flu.&lt;br /&gt;4. home quarantine should be around 7 days and all leaves are paid with doctor's verification letter&lt;br /&gt;5. body temperature are scanned in airports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the government is making a huge effort in controlling this, the cases are still on-going until today to 710- 507 imported cases and 203 local infections and 90% have recovered (source: thestar.com.my). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the following symptoms, it's time to be extra alert:&lt;br /&gt;1. fever ***&lt;br /&gt;2. flu ***&lt;br /&gt;3. body ache *** (any part of the body e.g. throat, chest)&lt;br /&gt;4. cough &lt;br /&gt;5. vomit &lt;br /&gt;6. diarrhea &lt;br /&gt;7. headache &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** = main symptom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the above symptoms, don't be panick as having the flu is not deadly. What you can do is wear a mask (in case of spreading) and see a doctor immediately. The chances of recovering are higher if you receive immediate treatment within 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are not facing any of these symptoms, you can play a part in helping others too:&lt;br /&gt;1. personal hygiene is very crucial- wash hands often, cover your mouth when coughing...&lt;br /&gt;2. avoid close body contacts (including hand shake)&lt;br /&gt;3. avoid crowd&lt;br /&gt;4. avoid going to countries like USA (highest record in the world), Mexico (2nd), Australia (6th), Thailand (7th) and UK (8th) (source: wikipedia.org)&lt;br /&gt;5. doing as what the government encourages&lt;br /&gt;7. the best is wear a mask when you're out of home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A(H1N1) may take a long time before it is over, but with appropriate action taken by each and everyone of us, we are actually giving a big helping hand to the world in controlling the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I heard UCSI has suspected cases too, so to all UCSI-ians out there, watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources:&lt;br /&gt;1. thestar.com.my&lt;br /&gt;2. wikipedia.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-7260831293783771314?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7260831293783771314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=7260831293783771314&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7260831293783771314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7260831293783771314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/07/influenza.html' title='Influenza A'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-2028050262472829977</id><published>2009-07-10T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:44:26.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elephant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mice'/><title type='text'>The Myth</title><content type='html'>As per my previous post about elephants, I shall continue the topic about elephants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth of the day is: Elephants are afraid of mice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a huge animal be afraid of a small tiny creature? Can elephants even see mice? Probably one stomp is enough to kill them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth Buster, a TV programme on Astro Discovery, made an experience on this, attempting to prove the myth is wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went all the way to Africa to find elephants as victims. In order to protect themselves from getting too near to the wild elephants, they hid a mouse underneath a dung and place it on the ground near the herd, tied a string around the dung, hoping that if any elephants are closing by, they will pull the string and open up the dung so that the mouse will be visible to the elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first attempt, the elephant backed off almost immediately when the dung was opened. The case was not closed until they had their fourth attempt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second attempt, they thought the elephants might be frightened by the dung's movement. So, they tried the second and third attempt, opening the dung without putting the mouse inside. The elephants just walked pass like nothing has happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final attempt, they put the mouse back underneath the dung. This time, the elephant has different response. They opened the dung slightly way before the elephant is near the dung so that the elephant will not be affected by the movement. The elephant walked so close to the mouse until the extent that its trunk nearly touched the mouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before it nearly touched it, the elephant stop. And then, back off a little and walk in another direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer toward the myth is- yes, elephants are afraid of mice! Even though their response was calm but they are alert to mice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is the reason behind? Probably it's just like Doraemon's story...&lt;br /&gt;The mice will eat their ears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-2028050262472829977?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2028050262472829977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=2028050262472829977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2028050262472829977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2028050262472829977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/07/myth.html' title='The Myth'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-2745027851599403441</id><published>2009-07-09T15:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:23:29.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leon'/><title type='text'>Our 'Lovely' Dog</title><content type='html'>My sister was complaining to me about my dog, Leon, agreeing with me that we should one day call up One FM for their 'Beh Tahan' session to shout our lungs out about our frustration toward our 'lovely' dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"我真的是beh tahan 我家的狗.哪里有人养狗养到像我酱的?人家养狗我养狗.养到一只酱'wat tat'和'yuk xun'的狗.我帮它冲凉hor,它很喜欢喷水给我,弄到我全身湿透,而且那些水是SUPER臭的!!不用紧,他很爱找垃圾来吃,不管喂它多少,它都不会饱,还是会去找垃圾吃.昨天它去吃榴槤,不吃榴槤肉,跑去吃榴槤壳...不是吃,而是用吞的!之后又消化不到,就吐出来...不但如此,还要在刚买回来的菜.........................&lt;br /&gt;小便!!!!!!我真的不知道我养的是什么狗,我真的是 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEH TAHAN &lt;/strong&gt;啦!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;打去电台的话,一定会爆几百盏灯!!真的是一只超级受不了的臭狗...有时还有个冲动想把大门开大大,好让他远走高飞,久久都不回...难怪我看Marley &amp; Me 时有点看不下去, 就好像在看着自己的狗一样,那么吐血...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然它始终是我的爱犬,再怎样坏都好,叫我怎么舍得不要它呢...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妹妹,再忍多一下就可以了...到了台湾,你就不必再对着这只臭狗大喊大叫.须要大喊大叫人的可是我呢...你不在的话...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哎...只好打给One FM 诉苦吧...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-2745027851599403441?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2745027851599403441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=2745027851599403441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2745027851599403441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2745027851599403441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-lovely-dog.html' title='Our &apos;Lovely&apos; Dog'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4912388421006579163</id><published>2009-07-07T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:05:25.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentsu Utama'/><title type='text'>ねむい。。。</title><content type='html'>かいしゃでさむいとなにもしないから、いまわたしはたいへんねむい！！&lt;br /&gt;つまらないね。。。ﾍﾞｯﾄﾞがいちばんほし！！それにきのごじかんしかねなかった。。。&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4912388421006579163?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4912388421006579163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4912388421006579163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4912388421006579163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4912388421006579163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_07.html' title='ねむい。。。'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8677909942746616006</id><published>2009-07-07T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:16:44.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>公羊与母羊</title><content type='html'>这是我设给一只期待着爱情的羊...好玩而已...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;公羊: 来吧母羊,散发出你的魅力吧!!&lt;br /&gt;母羊: meh meh meh bu meh~&lt;br /&gt;公羊: 好吧!我们的孩子,男的叫Mmmmaaaaax...&lt;br /&gt;母羊: 女的叫Mmmmmaaaay...&lt;br /&gt;公羊: 再多一个叫Mmmmaaaark!!&lt;br /&gt;母羊: (兴奋)MEH MEH MEH BU MEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祝你早日找到配偶!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8677909942746616006?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8677909942746616006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8677909942746616006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8677909942746616006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8677909942746616006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='公羊与母羊'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-6503261356268077854</id><published>2009-07-03T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:12:33.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentsu Utama'/><title type='text'>It's HER again...</title><content type='html'>She can't stand my stupidity, that doesn't mean I can stand her personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You seem clueless, Evon. Hasn't anyone taught you or explain to you how creative works? You seem lost. You won't learn this unless you have your own things, do you?" and bla bla bla which I don't know whether to thank her for teaching me (with a sacarstic tone) or not to thank her cause probably she wasn't even teaching me, she just can't stand my stupidity that she just wanted to nag at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really a hard way for me to learn, &lt;br /&gt;but probably a quick way to learn,&lt;br /&gt;and definitely a motivational way to learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is she sitting in front of me? *puke* *vomit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly don't have the mood and appetite for Itallianies later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-6503261356268077854?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6503261356268077854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=6503261356268077854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6503261356268077854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6503261356268077854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-her-again.html' title='It&apos;s HER again...'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8980824120820215398</id><published>2009-07-01T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:02:36.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentsu Utama'/><title type='text'>Just to complain...</title><content type='html'>There's a lunch today, for all colleagues and including me but I was afraid that none of my team members are going so only SHE was around in office, so I asked: "Are you going for the lunch today?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "It's compulsary..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Then how are we going there?" (I thought maybe we are sitting someone's car, I don't expect everyone to drive and I don't have a car, so probably she could offer me a ride...)&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Walk..." (sacarstically)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh... (innocently again!) But isn't that place a bit far?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "What kind of question is that?" (smiling a little awkwardly)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, cause I don't drive?" realizing that I was being shot down by her again but she totally ignored me and continued with her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;^%$!@#$%*&amp;*%^&amp;^%$!@#$%*&amp;*%^&amp;^%$!@#$%*&amp;*%^&amp;^%$!@#$%*&amp;*%^&amp;^%$!@#$%*&amp;*%^&amp;^%$!@#$%*&amp;*%^&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will not swear but if I were given a chance, I swear I will swear right in front of her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if she offers me a ride later for FOC I rather &lt;strong&gt;WALK&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked another much friendlier colleague of mine: "Are you going to the lunch later?"&lt;br /&gt;Good colleague: "Oh you mean the Sime Darby lunch?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yea..."&lt;br /&gt;Good colleague: "Going... you wanna follow my car? Come la, follow my car. We drive one car." And she smiled... you see the differences between the good and bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm all happy by now :) Just want to complain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8980824120820215398?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8980824120820215398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8980824120820215398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8980824120820215398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8980824120820215398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-to-complain.html' title='Just to complain...'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-215162627217782389</id><published>2009-06-30T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:59:24.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem for You &amp; Me~</title><content type='html'>When the relationship has just begun,&lt;br /&gt;You only had little feelings, little doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you care less and bother less...&lt;br /&gt;But when your feeling gets stronger, &lt;br /&gt;You care more, you doubt more,&lt;br /&gt;You begin to doubt about yourself,&lt;br /&gt;You begin to doubt about him,&lt;br /&gt;You begin to doubt about everything,&lt;br /&gt;The more you doubt, the more 'issues' you get,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even the smallest argument on earth, &lt;br /&gt;You get the effect...&lt;br /&gt;But that's just the beginning of the relationship,&lt;br /&gt;And there's more to bare with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy for us to get together until today.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy 2 months anniversary to you and me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-215162627217782389?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/215162627217782389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=215162627217782389&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/215162627217782389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/215162627217782389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem-for-you-me.html' title='A Poem for You &amp; Me~'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-3700204326856723537</id><published>2009-06-29T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:54:34.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elephant'/><title type='text'>Elephant</title><content type='html'>Elephants are the largest land mammals. An elephant calf can weigh up to 120 kgs. Even the smallest elephant is about the size of a calf or a large PIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SkhI2Qej7TI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/R8ZM9PQVoKQ/s1600-h/180px-Baby_elephants3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SkhI2Qej7TI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/R8ZM9PQVoKQ/s320/180px-Baby_elephants3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352608254103121202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being told by a guy who-shall-not-be-named, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an ELEPHANT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-3700204326856723537?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3700204326856723537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=3700204326856723537&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3700204326856723537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3700204326856723537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/elephant.html' title='Elephant'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SkhI2Qej7TI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/R8ZM9PQVoKQ/s72-c/180px-Baby_elephants3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8679300856692786258</id><published>2009-06-28T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:11:01.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clerk's A Potential Job!</title><content type='html'>Anyone jobless now?&lt;br /&gt;Try being a clerk but for girls only la...&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate clerks for they can continuously being promoted to a very high position!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk --&gt; Secretary --&gt; Personal Assistant --&gt; Very Personal Assistant --&gt; Boss' second wife 'yi lai' --&gt; Boss' 'dai po' (official wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're more ambitious, then go for a divorce and get a richer boss! You can continuously get promoted by getting richer and richer boss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax.. Just want to share some fun crap to brighten people's day up :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sorry if I offended anyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8679300856692786258?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8679300856692786258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8679300856692786258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8679300856692786258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8679300856692786258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/clerks-potential-job.html' title='Clerk&apos;s A Potential Job!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-1937892638906119122</id><published>2009-06-28T15:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:52:48.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Departure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>The Departure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SkcsvkO4MjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1NSGMayul0k/s1600-h/200px-Okuribito_(2008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SkcsvkO4MjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1NSGMayul0k/s320/200px-Okuribito_(2008).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295877844677170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Japanese movie that won Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film at the 2009 Oscars and has earned $61,010,217 in Japan as of April 12, 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film is about Daigo who mistakenly got this job as an assistant coffinman. At first he thought the job 'Assistant Departure' is to do with travel agency. Not until his interview, he only found out that he is supposed to assist on the 'departed'. His job is basically to prepare the departed for encoffinment by helping the dead to change to new or favorite clothes, clean the dead and helping the dead to make up. After getting used to this job, for Daigo, it is a duty to give the dead a very last best look before moving the dead into the coffin and never be seen again. It is a job of respect and dignity. But to many people, it is a 'dirty profession' including his wife. He insisted in his job even when his wife left him. And until one day when one of his friend's mother passed away. He then only earned respect in front of all presents. Everyone thanked him for making their beloved so beautiful and they have never seen he/she so beautiful. In the end, his wife accepted him and is even proud of her husband and his job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the stone-letter story. It is about how people in the past used to express their feelings to their loved ones. It was not by writing letter, it was by giving stones. If the stone is smooth, it shows that you're happy; if the stone is rough, it shows that you're worry; the weight of the stone also shows that how much you love the person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this with Yang. We cried a lot as it is a very touching and meaningful movie. It reminded me a lot of my late grandad. My grandad passed away last year. He was supposed to celebrate his 88th grand birthday that year but couldn't make it. His funeral was held a week at my house because of having so many family members and friends visiting and also of his fame in the society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered seeing my grandad's closest friend paying his last visit to my grandad. The uncle was around 70 plus years of age, half crying half kneeling when he hardly believed that his best friend had passed away. I hardly see an old man cried so much in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my aunt from Taiwan made this last speech for him that she had the greatest dad on earth and if she is able to choose in future, she will without any doubts, be his daughter once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I was a hyperactive kid, loving to jump and climb here and there. There was once I climbed up the piano hiding away from all other cousins happily. Suddenly, my grandad opened his room's door and the piano was just in opposition of his room. When I knew he saw me, I was stunned, completely lost... I was then lectured by him. Indeed I was often being said as 'the head' and 'dai guai tao' by him. Therefore, he will lecture me the most as he felt I should bare most of the responsibilities being the eldest. To be honest, I hated very much when I was the one to be blamed and all the restrictions he set. Unfortunately, I never have any chances to apologize to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he was a strict man, but deep inside he is a lovely and caring man. We all know he loves us even though he is no longer with us, he will still bless us no matter where he is. You will remain in my heart forever, gong gong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little info on another superstar who just departed us. He is...&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph Jackson (1958-2009)&lt;br /&gt;HE was borned a talented entertainer. The seventh son in Jackson was unique enough to become a world's icon with his famous high-pitched voice, squealing and his dance moves (crotch-grabbing, moon walk, anti gravitation 45 degrees sliding aside...). He started singing at the age of 8, and being a regular member in Jackson 5 at 11. He went solo with his debut album "Got to be There". Later on when he had his sixth album "Thriller", it was the peak of his career, selling more than a million copies a week worldwide, a total of 109 million copies, making the best selling album of all time, winning record breaking of 8 grammy awards and the album remained in the top 10 of the Billboard 200 for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt; consecutive weeks. Despite of being so rich and famous, he did a lot of charity including setting up 'Heal the World Foundation' which sent millions of dollars to help children who suffered from war and diseases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SkcsNfP-OuI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xith0Uk6Pq4/s1600-h/28852554-28852557-large.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SkcsNfP-OuI/AAAAAAAAAQs/xith0Uk6Pq4/s320/28852554-28852557-large.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295292391537378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father of 3 (2 from his second wife who used to be his nurse and 1 from unidentified mother through artificial insemination) had a strong impact in popular culture, music industry, artistes such as Britney Spears, Mariah Carey, Usher, Justin Timberlake etc, and also MTV. MTV was popularized by Michael Jackson's music videos which mostly have complicated dance routine and story line. Unfortunately,  he was being badly criticized as a freak from mars as he had weird sense of clothing, half manly half girlish voice, his nose, his skin color, his hair, his eccentric character (having a chimpanzee named Bubbles as his companion)... and the fall toward his career was when he was being accused of child molestation with one of the children in his 17 million Neverland ranch. But the truth remain untold even though the king of pop is no longer with us. After a few searching, there are things that you might be doubting about MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Skin pigmentation- he did it because he suffered from vitiligo (skin disease which will make part of the skin with lighter tone).&lt;br /&gt;2. Rhinoplastic surgeries- He broke his nose in a complex dance routine in 1979 and had his first rhinoplastic surgery but caused him difficulty in breathing. He had altogether 3 rhinoplastice surgeries after the first unsuccesful surgery. &lt;br /&gt;3. Chin lift- to make himself looked more manly&lt;br /&gt;4. Diet- Wanting a dancer's body&lt;br /&gt;5. Drugs- Besides having health problems (vitiligo, breathing problem...), he was under intensed pressure from being accused with child molestation and many other rumours, he ended up taking pain killers etc to release pain and stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death is still remain unknown. Some said because of drugs, some said cardiac arrest... But he was sure of coming back with his concert tour 'This Is It' which is just another month's time. The whole world was shock with this news and everywhere is paying tribute for him- radio, television, newspapers etc. Some were debating of the topic 'Is he better to be dead or alive'. Not long after the world icon demise, his album Thriller was sold out everywhere, earning profits worldwide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SkcsJxr4V4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/L2Iu6uZGt7M/s1600-h/28852539-28852542-large.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SkcsJxr4V4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/L2Iu6uZGt7M/s320/28852539-28852542-large.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295228620953474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having seen what MJ has gone through (also being abused by his father when he was still a child), no one might understand how he felt... and indeed it is the greatest lost, the greatest blow in the music industry... &lt;br /&gt;RIP, MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References: Thanks to wikipedia.org and thestar.com.my&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-1937892638906119122?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1937892638906119122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=1937892638906119122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1937892638906119122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1937892638906119122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/departure.html' title='The Departure'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SkcsvkO4MjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1NSGMayul0k/s72-c/200px-Okuribito_(2008).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-795602864988004853</id><published>2009-06-22T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:20:45.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentsu Utama'/><title type='text'>The Minorities</title><content type='html'>Tiff named Yang and I the minorities in office. It is not really an appropriate term but somehow accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to my computer (chat online) and no one else,&lt;br /&gt;I eat with myself and no one else,&lt;br /&gt;I have working hours like the kakak who makes sandwich everyday,&lt;br /&gt;and the receptionist who sprays the purifier every morning,&lt;br /&gt;Other than that no one else,&lt;br /&gt;I am so free that I can view every possible shit in Facebook like no one else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I the minority in the office?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-795602864988004853?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/795602864988004853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=795602864988004853&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/795602864988004853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/795602864988004853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/minorities.html' title='The Minorities'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-2470981597394047518</id><published>2009-06-22T16:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:29:37.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaden'/><title type='text'>Kaden's result</title><content type='html'>My aunt warned the teacher at the very first day when Kaden went to school that no one can scold him or cane him if he did wrong or did bad in his test. Even if he only gets 1 mark, the teacher should encourage him by saying, "It's ok. At least better than getting 0." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here goes his results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9JZwj_QRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5bPj5StJs08/s1600-h/4796_95538018445_659473445_1918168_8204543_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9JZwj_QRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5bPj5StJs08/s320/4796_95538018445_659473445_1918168_8204543_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350075589220843794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9JTksM7cI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GxNsmns1T4w/s1600-h/4796_95538023445_659473445_1918169_7523676_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9JTksM7cI/AAAAAAAAAP8/GxNsmns1T4w/s320/4796_95538023445_659473445_1918169_7523676_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350075482954853826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9OqNFr2GI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5dso3hJcxds/s1600-h/4796_95539408445_659473445_1918174_7680910_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9OqNFr2GI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5dso3hJcxds/s320/4796_95539408445_659473445_1918174_7680910_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350081369314416738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9Jfgm710I/AAAAAAAAAQM/pbjiaXp69So/s1600-h/4796_95539423445_659473445_1918175_7330869_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9Jfgm710I/AAAAAAAAAQM/pbjiaXp69So/s320/4796_95539423445_659473445_1918175_7330869_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350075688017450818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9JNxCEkEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Rvl_u-3zZmk/s1600-h/4796_95538003445_659473445_1918166_6909575_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9JNxCEkEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Rvl_u-3zZmk/s320/4796_95538003445_659473445_1918166_6909575_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350075383188590658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9JIfNWWeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/yJYZkWEs4xQ/s1600-h/4796_95538013445_659473445_1918167_7791308_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9JIfNWWeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/yJYZkWEs4xQ/s320/4796_95538013445_659473445_1918167_7791308_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350075292504709602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he a genius? No wonder he's my cute little baby cousin...&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder why my aunt didn't buy him a ruler... hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so gonna support him at his sport's day. Apparently my aunt said he will be dancing... sounds interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9NtSgGt9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/hYhCdvmshHA/s1600-h/4796_95540948445_659473445_1918182_8210789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9NtSgGt9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/hYhCdvmshHA/s320/4796_95540948445_659473445_1918182_8210789_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350080322795386834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-2470981597394047518?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2470981597394047518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=2470981597394047518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2470981597394047518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2470981597394047518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/kadens-result.html' title='Kaden&apos;s result'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9JZwj_QRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5bPj5StJs08/s72-c/4796_95538018445_659473445_1918168_8204543_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-1453912029943383228</id><published>2009-06-22T15:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:51:50.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>A Day for Papa in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9C4PNaxBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xUWeSY6gXh4/s1600-h/pa%27s+card+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9C4PNaxBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xUWeSY6gXh4/s320/pa%27s+card+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350068416262358034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was what the 3 of us prepared for our beloved papa...&lt;br /&gt;Though we gave a bad service yesterday, serving the dishes late (sis still preparing at 7.45pm...), and the food was too much, he did not complain but ate all dishes with great satisfaction. Especially my mom... I guessed she was over hungry that she kept praising all the food... but in fact, I did do a little online research on how to cook better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that we gave him a aluminium Liverpool cup that can keep his coffee warm everyday and also a 'Liverpool supporter' sticker...&lt;br /&gt;and a little prayer from me to him, hoping that he will be the happiest man on earth on this very special day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, may all the dads in the world get to enjoy this wonderful day too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-1453912029943383228?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1453912029943383228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=1453912029943383228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1453912029943383228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1453912029943383228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-for-papa-in-world.html' title='A Day for Papa in the World'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sj9C4PNaxBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xUWeSY6gXh4/s72-c/pa%27s+card+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-7920278243366465644</id><published>2009-06-16T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:00:40.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentsu Utama'/><title type='text'>I Know Nuts About Marketing Communications!!!</title><content type='html'>I finally get to eat with SOMEBODY today during lunch break. But little did I know the happy feeling turned into the guilt and doubtful feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Evon, what do you learn in your college?' Good question!&lt;br /&gt;'Have you ever taken Strategy &amp; Planning this subject?' Pardon?&lt;br /&gt;This was the colleague who asked me to be initiative and ask people out for lunch and today I ate with her. A total of 1 hour and 15 minutes of pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Who's Omar?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "You don't know who is Omar?" With surprised tone.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No..."&lt;br /&gt;Her: "I know you're new, but this is not an excuse for you not to know the people around you. If you were in another company not knowing who your CEO is, you will be scolded, and I'm serious about this. You should start asking people around you more about this company..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "OH...................................................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Do you know there's someone who even asked Omar what is Dentsu's working hours? Do you know who the person is?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinking deep inside... this question is so familiar. I asked this during the first meeting with my supervisor) "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "There's someone who asked him... I can't remember..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Is she testing me? Can she not think who that person is?)&lt;br /&gt;Her: "You know, it's a funny question to ask. In advertising field, we don't have a so-called 'working hours'"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *nodding my head thoughtfully* Did she know something...&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of working hours, so I stupidly asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So, usually all of you work OT until what time?" Seeing that most of them work till night time.&lt;br /&gt;Her: "We don't OT. We just work. There's no working hours in advertising. Do you know that, Evon?" I hate when she asked, do I know this, know that. Obviously I know nuts!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, I mean, what time do you usually go back?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "It's just like events, there isn't a specific time for you to work... you get what I mean?" She knows I'm into events.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yea..............................." &lt;br /&gt;To avoid awkward silence, I stupidly asked again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So, where did you work previously?" Knowing that she is also new.&lt;br /&gt;Her: "I've worked for Sachi for 4 years before coming here. I had an account handled by myself and some Account Execs working under me. Dentsu all knows about it. And Dentsu is my 4th company..." She does have some high portfolio I must say. Seeing the way she sees things, her experiences in advertising agencies.&lt;br /&gt;Her: "I used to work for Astro, but I rejected... with personal reason." and the way she talks to my supervisor. It's like, "Not now..." or "I can't handle this now..." or "I have something else to handle..." without further entertainment. "I got to go to the loo. Do you need to?" If my English is slightly bad, I wouldn't have understand her English. I guess she has the quality to behave the way she is. &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh... Where is Sachi?" I honestly know Sachi. I heard Yang saying it before but just didn't know where Sachi is located.&lt;br /&gt;Her: "You don't really know about Advertising Agency, don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shook my head slowly*&lt;br /&gt;Her: "You see, even if you're into events, you need to know all this. It's really important. Probably next time when you're having an event, you need to know which agency that you can work with. There's something you can start doing right now. Is to do more research. Research about advertising agencies, event companies..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stare at her blankly* I was really speechless.&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Don't be afraid... I'm not scaring you. That's work! You need to be prepared."&lt;br /&gt;Me: *nodding my head as if I was listening to some rock music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Just to let you know, there's favoritism in advertising. Ashraf has good PR skill which he can deal well with the clients... but I'm different. I don't like PR and I don't need them."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "As in he will do according to clients' requests?" Evon, can you ask something smarter? You know what is S.M.A.R.T?&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Evon, do you know what PR is?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Eyes big* (Do I know what PR is??!! This is an insult!!!) "Errr... yes? He has good relation with clients?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Ya. That doesn't mean he has to do whatever the clients want. That is dumb. I wouldn't do that."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "OH............................................"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Well, let me buy you lunch since it's your first week." &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Second." Just somehow feel like answering back. &lt;br /&gt;Her: "Oh. Anything." And I paid the lunch because she has forgotten her purse. &lt;br /&gt;Her: "Feel free to ask me anything!" And she smiled sincerely at me. That freaks me out! I swear I will not ask her stupid stuff again... that makes me a total idiot. And finally, lunch is OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lunch left me empty. Left me wondering the biggest question of all times: What have I learned throughout my 4 years' course? What do I know about advertising? What do I know about events? I guess I know nothing... I know nuts about Marketing Communications! Yes, I know nuts. Ask me about nuts. I know all kinds of nuts... peanuts, hazelnuts, walnut, coconut... you name it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only she left me empty. She paid me back a RM5 notes and left &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOURTEEN&lt;/span&gt; 50 cents on my table without saying a word and also left my wallet dead heavy... And after today's lunch, I've decide to eat lunch with me, myself and I ONLY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I realized there's really a lot of things that I should know by now. I don't want to be a 'noob'. So, I started doing research on events companies. But still feeling useless :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-7920278243366465644?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7920278243366465644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=7920278243366465644&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7920278243366465644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7920278243366465644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-nuts-about-marketing.html' title='I Know Nuts About Marketing Communications!!!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-6761804272338775594</id><published>2009-06-15T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:27:12.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentsu Utama'/><title type='text'>Definition of Internship</title><content type='html'>Internship= work&lt;br /&gt;work= no life&lt;br /&gt;no life= dead boring&lt;br /&gt;dead boring= sien&lt;br /&gt;sien= feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;That's my working condition at Dentsu Utama for now... I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My to-do-list: &lt;br /&gt;1. Shahrin (my supervisor) will teach me more about my job- he's currently very busy&lt;br /&gt;2. 9.30am internal meeting- cancel (I was really looking forward to this meeting so that I can get closer with my colleagues and also get to know their work progress...)&lt;br /&gt;3. Send materials- done&lt;br /&gt;4. Get Account Exec copy from Angie- Angie says later cause she's busy&lt;br /&gt;5. Remind Nawwar of the color proof biling- Nawwar won't be in for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I left to do?&lt;br /&gt;1. Read news at www.thestar.com.my- done, long time ago&lt;br /&gt;2. Check both my yahoo and hotmails- considered done, checked the important ones&lt;br /&gt;3. After checking mails, forward mails- considered done, getting bored forwarding mails&lt;br /&gt;4. Facebook, reply and post comments- done&lt;br /&gt;5. Play Word Challenge in Facebook which I got addicted to recently- cannot play cause need to install the Javascript, tried to install, CANNOT, cause need permission from the admin... so smart!&lt;br /&gt;6. Blog- 2nd blog already, might blog more later if I finish doing all the things on earth&lt;br /&gt;7. Chat- since morning, non-stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm now very healthy, every morning sure 'pang sai' in office, &lt;br /&gt;very knowlegable and updated, everyday sure read a lot of news,&lt;br /&gt;very quiet, haven't been so quiet (for a week already) in my life,&lt;br /&gt;very anti social, eat alone everyday (my colleague suggested me to start asking people out for lunch... I will take this challenge asap!)&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, very very boring person... never been such a 'lifeless' person before T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, I found another person who is now as bored as me... &lt;br /&gt;she's jlo, she's now viewing back her own photos, 'zi high' and also doing some 'renovation' over her friendster pictures...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should stop facing the computer and start doing my Japanese revision and my co-op report. My conclusion here would be, work= hell :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-6761804272338775594?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6761804272338775594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=6761804272338775594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6761804272338775594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6761804272338775594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/definition-of-internship.html' title='Definition of Internship'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8461388779693199892</id><published>2009-06-15T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:48:46.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well-trained Tortoises</title><content type='html'>Kuala Lumpur: Well-trained tortoises are tortoises that take good care of your pond. If any intruders go into the pond and introduce any disharmony, shall pay the price. Mr Frog, from XXX, went into 'the' pond to set up a choir, croaking all the way, was punished by the tortoises in charged, pulling its hind legs and injuring it until it was found dead a few hours later. 'Well done!', praised the tortoises' owner, 'I am indeed proud of them!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my house's tortoises kill frogs and not only that, they eat them and left only the skin. So if I happened to see small white skin floating on the pond, I know what happened... May Mr Frog rest in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I did not train them to be so evil! I'm innocent...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8461388779693199892?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8461388779693199892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8461388779693199892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8461388779693199892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8461388779693199892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-trained-tortoises.html' title='Well-trained Tortoises'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-6488020722012780579</id><published>2009-06-11T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:43:23.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Everyday!!</title><content type='html'>My breakfast menu this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Tuna sandwich&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Egg with bread, something like French toast&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- Noodle and sausages&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Chappati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of these breakfast, my cook rather eat less and save money, and rather sleep less and wake up early to prepare...&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my cook is also my driver to work everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Tuan King, this blog is dedicated to you and to thank you for being my one and only special one :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm getting fatter and healthier all thanks to this uncle ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-6488020722012780579?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6488020722012780579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=6488020722012780579&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6488020722012780579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6488020722012780579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/breakfast-everyday.html' title='Breakfast Everyday!!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-7067964929873259373</id><published>2009-06-11T16:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:20:37.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you can do when you feel bored in office</title><content type='html'>Here's what you can do when you feel bored in office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SjC9bl5Uv-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fTliY6hIrZI/s1600-h/GetAttachmentCAD2U3R2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SjC9bl5Uv-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fTliY6hIrZI/s320/GetAttachmentCAD2U3R2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345981039415443426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SjC9T-pvYTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Jr0VBQbb7DQ/s1600-h/GetAttachmentCAAP817S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SjC9T-pvYTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Jr0VBQbb7DQ/s320/GetAttachmentCAAP817S.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345980908622012722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SjC8t3Y3sSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/F9SHTDkF5Cs/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SjC8t3Y3sSI/AAAAAAAAAPM/F9SHTDkF5Cs/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345980253837177122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get a Malay victim but seems like I only see Chinese around me now and so happen all my team's colleagues who are all Malays went out for meeting... left me here doing crap stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-7067964929873259373?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7067964929873259373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=7067964929873259373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7067964929873259373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7067964929873259373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-you-can-do-when-you-feel-bored.html' title='Things you can do when you feel bored in office'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SjC9bl5Uv-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/fTliY6hIrZI/s72-c/GetAttachmentCAD2U3R2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-323152833001107246</id><published>2009-06-11T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:04:38.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NINE SCARY WORDS WOMEN USE</title><content type='html'>I found this through an email and it is really interesting, really true, and I totally agree with it...&lt;br /&gt;have a good laugh then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Fine   &lt;br /&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Five Minutes   &lt;br /&gt;If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Nothing   &lt;br /&gt;This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.   &lt;br /&gt;p.s. I will add '...' after nothing to hint that there is something to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Go Ahead   &lt;br /&gt;This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!  &lt;br /&gt;p.s. mine is more of 'u go la...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Loud Sigh   &lt;br /&gt;This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 f or the meaning of nothing.)   &lt;br /&gt;p.s. mine is more of a long sigh, not so loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) That's Okay   &lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.   &lt;br /&gt;p.s. I use 'its' ok...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Thanks   &lt;br /&gt;A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever').   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) Whatever   &lt;br /&gt;Is a woman's way of saying F**K YOU!  &lt;br /&gt;p.s. my definition is F**K OFF!! nah, just kidding... my definition is 'Stop it! U're annoying!' plus rolling my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Don't worry about it, I got it   &lt;br /&gt;Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.  &lt;br /&gt;p.s. for me, don't worry includes 'nothing', 'i'm fine', 'eat shit', and 'go die' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany's feedback: When I read this I was laughing! Am I laughing at myself?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was laughing at myself too... and yes, I did use all 9 words against 'stupid' guys... don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-323152833001107246?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/323152833001107246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=323152833001107246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/323152833001107246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/323152833001107246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/nine-scary-words-women-use.html' title='NINE SCARY WORDS WOMEN USE'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-2922513080109291861</id><published>2009-06-11T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:04:24.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentsu Utama'/><title type='text'>Work @ hell?</title><content type='html'>One of my colleagues welcomed me by saying, "Welcome to... hell!"&lt;br /&gt;It isn't exactly that 'hell' in Dentsu... it's just boring to HELL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While working,&lt;br /&gt;I face the computer most of the time, facebooking and chatting...&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to read my over thousand of unread mails...&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to read news everyday, so now very up-to-date...&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to sleep and wake up early, healthy lifetsyle...&lt;br /&gt;Just that I don't talk much, and nobody does to me either,&lt;br /&gt;I eat alone, walk alone, everything also alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it will be like hell or not,&lt;br /&gt;that I leave it until the time comes,&lt;br /&gt;then only decide whether hell or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, that's my life @ work :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-2922513080109291861?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2922513080109291861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=2922513080109291861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2922513080109291861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2922513080109291861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-hell.html' title='Work @ hell?'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-5594642120439534544</id><published>2009-06-05T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:17:26.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheapest Dimsum</title><content type='html'>Had siew mai, prawn dumplings, fishballs, spare ribs etc altogher 5 crates,&lt;br /&gt;and additional of porridge, zhu cheong fan etc with my dad and sister (working temporarily at a dimsum company's office),&lt;br /&gt;The total price should be around RM30 plus, close to RM40.&lt;br /&gt;But we ended up eating the cheapest dimsum ever.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we had a 70% discount for whatever food we ate. Didn't know food also have discounts like clothes...&lt;br /&gt;My dad took out a RM10 note with eyes wide open and kept saying, 'this must be a joke!'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the lunch costs only RM9.60. Some more got changes back to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't because the cashier miscalculated and it wasn't a joke, &lt;br /&gt;it was because of my sister working there...&lt;br /&gt;felt so lucky to have her as my sister...hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-5594642120439534544?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5594642120439534544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=5594642120439534544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5594642120439534544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5594642120439534544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheapest-dimsum.html' title='Cheapest Dimsum'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-680797584578240137</id><published>2009-06-03T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:47:42.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dentsu Utama'/><title type='text'>Dentsu Here I Come!!</title><content type='html'>Dentsu is a Japanese company and Dentsu decided to invest one in Malaysia which is called Dentsu Utama (number one in Malay) in 2005. Its clients are mainly Japanese companies such as Toyota's 6 models (Honda, Accord, City, Civic etc). Dentsu Utama is located at Damansara Heights which means I would have to travel 30 minutes just to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's meet up with Dentsu's senior account director wasn't an interview, &lt;br /&gt;it was a briefing on what the company is about, &lt;br /&gt;what I will be doing throughout the 2 months and some chit chatting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will officially become a Dentsu member next Monday, wearing full formal attire, working from 9am-6pm daily as a coordinator that deals between clients and creative team. Hopefully I will get to learn a lot about advertising (though not really my interest, but somehow wish to give it a try).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 advertising company 1 internship job,&lt;br /&gt;Finally, no longer JOBLESS for at least 2 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Yang, don't be jealous ;) wish me luck! By the way, I might get to speak Japanese cause there are 2 Japanese colleagues :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-680797584578240137?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/680797584578240137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=680797584578240137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/680797584578240137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/680797584578240137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/06/dentsu-here-i-come.html' title='Dentsu Here I Come!!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-1779926179322913764</id><published>2009-05-31T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:15:44.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>‘妹’那么亲</title><content type='html'>我妹妹才去台湾回来，为了面试去了哪儿几天，八月尾就会去那里念书。。。&lt;br /&gt;那几天他才发现到原来并没有对我的东西熟悉。。。&lt;br /&gt;我台湾的姑姑跟他说我在台湾的那时候有去过等等的地方，我妹妹却不知道，&lt;br /&gt;我姑姑对他说，“你们两姐妹并没那么亲”。&lt;br /&gt;他又对我妹妹说我那时候买了很多便宜又特别的东西，我妹妹却不知道，&lt;br /&gt;我姑姑又对他说，“你们两姐妹真的不亲”。&lt;br /&gt;最后他又跟我妹妹说道我爱吃这样，那样，我妹妹却不知道，&lt;br /&gt;我姑姑再次对他说，“你们两姐妹一点都不亲”！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们真的没那么亲吗？：（&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-1779926179322913764?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1779926179322913764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=1779926179322913764&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1779926179322913764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1779926179322913764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='‘妹’那么亲'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-622804618974711289</id><published>2009-05-24T22:00:00.046+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:17:50.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taiwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation trip'/><title type='text'>Graduation Trip</title><content type='html'>14 days in Taiwan with 3 other not quite sane people- Yang, Fang and Swee Luan in mid April 2009. Since it's 14 days, I shall give you 14 memorable things about this trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Walking&lt;br /&gt;Walking in Taiwan was incredibly A LOT! It was all about walking, regardless sightseeing or shopping or eating or taking transportation or even going back to where we stayed... In night markets, in streets which sell cheap and cool stuffs, in outskirts... &lt;br /&gt;One of the memorable incident was we went down Ali Shan with its famous antique train and after 2 hours of comfortable journey (and I slept through), we have to change train. The 4 of us with all the huge and heavy luggages (ok, mine was lighter), we have to carry our luggage and climb up on steep and narrow staircase, having tourists to block and stop you on your way and that delayed some time... for at least 500 METERS! Since mine was lighter, I carried Stephanie's too. I guessed their luggage was at least 10 kgs. Yang was the luckiest. She had a handsome guy carrying her luggage for the ENTIRE journey... &lt;br /&gt;But all thanks to an average of 3km or more walkings each day, we did not, or probably it was me alone who did not put on weight despite non-stop eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yang and I were the sleeping queens. You know, after long day's travelling, surely you'll feel tired and bored in buses... We slept in almost every buses... ok, probably I defeated Yang and not knowing how ugly I slept soundly (very) and lopsided in buses... the bunch of monkeys enjoyed taking my picturesss almost everytime I fell asleep... Fortunately, I was smart enough to notice... and deleted almost ALL... I managed to revenge somehow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5QdwE8qNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5WtE0SPhciY/s1600-h/DSC07917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5QdwE8qNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5WtE0SPhciY/s320/DSC07917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340794680160069842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5Qn2C95TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Lj-STUo9etg/s1600-h/DSC07918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5Qn2C95TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Lj-STUo9etg/s320/DSC07918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340794853561066802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Sightseeing&lt;br /&gt;Sightseeing in Taiwan was good. There were lots of beautiful sceneries and places such as Yang Ming Shan (where we saw lots of Lily), Ali Shan (many different kinds of flowers and trees around, they were all beautiful), Jiu Fen (an old street with lots of food, few dramas were shot here), Ching Jing (we saw lots and lots of SHEEPS!!! The coolest place to be...) etc... It was a good and different experience. We were relaxed, we felt the breeze, we took lots of photos and they were all just great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5Q_Gnp3uI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3he9Xkk3HwU/s1600-h/4210_1176113281765_1196074459_30479358_942223_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5Q_Gnp3uI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3he9Xkk3HwU/s320/4210_1176113281765_1196074459_30479358_942223_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340795253146902242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5RGS6-27I/AAAAAAAAAI8/B9B0p_F6ihE/s1600-h/DSC07592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5RGS6-27I/AAAAAAAAAI8/B9B0p_F6ihE/s320/DSC07592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340795376708279218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5SIKe2IBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_M8MSLhv_QE/s1600-h/P1000296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5SIKe2IBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_M8MSLhv_QE/s320/P1000296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340796508314148882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5SBP8IEnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YSSHLxfHa_Q/s1600-h/P1000216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5SBP8IEnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YSSHLxfHa_Q/s320/P1000216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340796389520052850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5R2FIDFWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WfaXEvgKr_8/s1600-h/DSC07662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5R2FIDFWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WfaXEvgKr_8/s320/DSC07662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340796197638706530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5RomDCxAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/l5_SCZfvI3o/s1600-h/DSC07710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5RomDCxAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/l5_SCZfvI3o/s320/DSC07710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340795965957915650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Shopping&lt;br /&gt;Shopping in Taiwan was AWESOME. Especially buying lots of cheap and nice clothes! Biggest satisfaction... I bought 12 clothes (including shirts, long sleeves and shorts) for only RM150, which means RM10 for almost each. I even bought two shoes for RM9.50 each. &lt;br /&gt;There were also lots of cheap, small, cool, cute stuffs which I don't think I can find them in Malaysia. But in the end, I regret for not buying more... cause my souvenirs were not enough!! *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- FOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time we eat street food just like the food in pasar malam. Street food in Taiwan's night markets are famous. They are like tit-bits but good enough to fill your tummy. And the choices are a lot, and what's more, most of these street food are tasty and of course, fattening... &lt;br /&gt;My favorite food will be 'Da Chang Mian Xian' (pork intestine noodle, too bad can't find nice 'O A Mee Sua' aka oyster noodle in Taiwan...), 'Tie Dan' (some kind of egg- small, black and quite hard but taste like 'cha ye dan'), 'Nai Cha' or 'qing wa zhuang nai (milk tea),  'Chou Dou Fu' (smelly toufu, but did not eat as much...), tomatoes... (not your ordinary tomato.. it has plum inside, and I think the combination is BRILLIANT! I ate these almost everytime)... &lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shouldn't even start listing them out. It will be infinite! I was a rubbish bin, ate all kinds of food and think they were all tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5VULsrndI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qkbHTflUXas/s1600-h/DSC07961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5VULsrndI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qkbHTflUXas/s320/DSC07961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340800013333929426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5UlLVgfTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/45fY8E2m3C4/s1600-h/DSC07882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5UlLVgfTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/45fY8E2m3C4/s320/DSC07882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340799205782879538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5UeJ79BpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/m90ntlqaPuE/s1600-h/DSC07538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5UeJ79BpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/m90ntlqaPuE/s320/DSC07538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340799085148178066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5UZUR9LII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gY0fJHTme4Q/s1600-h/DSC07461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5UZUR9LII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gY0fJHTme4Q/s320/DSC07461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340799002025471106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5UUTeXxXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JpTocKOoV64/s1600-h/DSC07478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5UUTeXxXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JpTocKOoV64/s320/DSC07478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340798915909764466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is NOT roti canai, it's my favorite 'chong zhua bing' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5UPZCmbDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cqrQLVCL-FQ/s1600-h/4210_1176112401743_1196074459_30479351_6480102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5UPZCmbDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cqrQLVCL-FQ/s320/4210_1176112401743_1196074459_30479351_6480102_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340798831504550962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed me with ANY food~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Weather&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't an ideal time to go Taiwan actually. The weather was unpredictable. It can be a big hot sunny morning, but rains cats and dogs in the afternoon all the way till night. &lt;br /&gt;We missed lots of activities because of THE rain such as cycling (cycling is actually one of the 'must do' in Taiwan), hot spring and worst, we missed the sunrise in Ali Shan (one of the must-do in Ali Shan) because of the unusually thick fog. This will be my 5TH time failing to see sunrise. They decided that I bring 'sai' (shit) and WILL NOT watch sunrise with me ANYMORE!!! And after a week in Taipei, we only found out that Ali Shan was snowing...&lt;br /&gt;Then I came up with 'Fang' and 'Yang' zuang (yang zuang in mandarin refers to European style of wearing but here refers to Yang Yang's wearing). 'Fang' zuang is short and sexy clothing even if the temperature is only 10 celcius (Fang really wore this almost every day) and 'Yang' zuang is the other way round. But the worst clothing will be 'Bo' zuang. Cause I wore totally WRONG clothing almost every day. I left my thick jacket at Taipei and went all the way up to Ali Shan with a thin jacket and I did not bring enough clothes up there. I ended up wearing Fang's big white shirt. Whenever it was sunny, I will wear thick clothing and whenever it was cold or rainy, I will wear shorts and freeze and tremble. Good thing was, I became their guidance toward their everyday-wearing... &lt;br /&gt;The last three days' weather was perfect. Weak sunlight and we could feel the breeze, but was a bit too late for us... and too late for my thick jacket, but I insisted in wearing it and I did not mind sweating...&lt;br /&gt;By the way, they forced me to bring umbrella out with me cause they found out that whenever I brought umbrella along with me, that day the weather will be perfect and NO rain. True enough, even cloudy days just did not rain.. oh well, life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali Shan~ no sun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6z-l-7ymI/AAAAAAAAAO8/KaCV0np3pU4/s1600-h/P1000391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6z-l-7ymI/AAAAAAAAAO8/KaCV0np3pU4/s320/P1000391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340904096037325410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Crapping&lt;br /&gt;I was their daily entertainer, being their host in trains, joker in streets. One of them was, I was telling Yang that the mother sheep is calling her son 'mmmmmaaaaaxxx' (in sheep's tone) and her son called her back 'mmmmmmmmmaaaaaaa'... Then Yang decided to name herself 'mmmmmmaayyy', no more Eunice Yong, but May Yong. And her sons, 'Max' and 'Mark'. &lt;br /&gt;2 weeks' of crapping, Swee Luan of all people, quite an introvert person, LOVES my jokes... and everytime I managed to put a smile on their faces, even Steph's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your yesterday, today and tomorrow's entertainer in the train- BBC~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5XM1pHduI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KLBiA9yZQDQ/s1600-h/P1000419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5XM1pHduI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KLBiA9yZQDQ/s320/P1000419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340802086177568482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Stay&lt;br /&gt;Homestaying in Taiwan was awesome! They were cheap and some were very beautiful, some not but most importantly, they were all very clean. And what's more, we all had really good nights staying in those places. But the 1st week for us was kinda like backpacking, so it was really tiring for us as we need to 'move house' every single day. And good thing was when we arrived in Taipei, we remain at my aunty's house for the rest of the days. It was a comfortable stay too in my aunty's place despite having to stay with cats and avoiding them sneaking into our room. Heard one of the cats do pee on beds and clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5Xli5TGqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/21Hk_P4kvvM/s1600-h/4210_1176091001208_1196074459_30479148_3794212_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5Xli5TGqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/21Hk_P4kvvM/s320/4210_1176091001208_1196074459_30479148_3794212_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340802510641896098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Crazy poses&lt;br /&gt;We sneaked into one of the elderly's tour in Ali Shan, wanting to hear the tour guide telling the legend and history of the places... and I saw many aunties posing during photo session. And I found out only aunties pose like that... Then we decided to do something silly, which was to pose like them! Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;In Taiwan, it was a trend to say this before taking photos in order to make you smile even sweeter... 'xi gua tian bu tian' (watermelon sweet or not?), then you will be replying while smiling 'TIAN'! (sweet!). Ever since then, we started to follow the trend but in different ways... such as 'mi sua, sua bu sua?' (dunno how to explain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6eL65WegI/AAAAAAAAALM/FWP0VdP63xI/s1600-h/P1000385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6eL65WegI/AAAAAAAAALM/FWP0VdP63xI/s320/P1000385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340880135733541378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty's poses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6eLpbfnkI/AAAAAAAAALE/gx_ZxZJQwiM/s1600-h/4210_1176104641549_1196074459_30479301_728174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6eLpbfnkI/AAAAAAAAALE/gx_ZxZJQwiM/s320/4210_1176104641549_1196074459_30479301_728174_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340880131044908610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6eLtdQuOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7VwKsXzbJXs/s1600-h/4210_1176104481545_1196074459_30479300_7673825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6eLtdQuOI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7VwKsXzbJXs/s320/4210_1176104481545_1196074459_30479300_7673825_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340880132126062818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh61BcR-cZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KCWnQ5mVsKo/s1600-h/P1000319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh61BcR-cZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KCWnQ5mVsKo/s320/P1000319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340905244484071826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi sua, sua bu sua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6eLRKWd7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/zyMp0cW065E/s1600-h/DSC07997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6eLRKWd7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/zyMp0cW065E/s320/DSC07997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340880124530554802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;It was Yang's obsession toward Jay Chou and mine toward his movie 'Secret' that we went to his former high school which is also Secret's school... It was cool to be there at the shooting scenes.&lt;br /&gt;We also celebrated Yang's birthday in Jay's Secret theme restaurant. Even though the food wasn't that great, the ambience was quite nice...&lt;br /&gt;And because of Jay Chou, I had my new silly hair cut. I was conned into a saloon saying that there was this hair stylist who looks really like Jay Chou. And they forced me to pretend and ask the price so that they can have a look at him. And yes, that was how I ended up having a hair cut without even getting a clear view of him while they watched him joyfully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6zGB80lUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ClafOzGiDks/s1600-h/n1196074459_30479343_653702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6zGB80lUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ClafOzGiDks/s320/n1196074459_30479343_653702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340903124292113730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6vlYSUWlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/XUnftvHH2B8/s1600-h/DSC08046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6vlYSUWlI/AAAAAAAAAOk/XUnftvHH2B8/s320/DSC08046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340899264817289810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6vlLBhfTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0A7I0P0T-QM/s1600-h/DSC08080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6vlLBhfTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0A7I0P0T-QM/s320/DSC08080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340899261257186610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6vkxrR-RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/G3q3fpialeg/s1600-h/DSC08078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6vkxrR-RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/G3q3fpialeg/s320/DSC08078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340899254453008658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice my lovely short mushroom hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- Travel mates&lt;br /&gt;Fang/ nie nie: the strongest and toughest among us, and also the sexiest person in Taiwan... cause she will only wear shirts and shorts whereas everyone wore long sleeves and/or pants. She nearly wore a mini skirt in an extremely windy place. Kept complaining Taiwan was hot and never cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6gA5INGHI/AAAAAAAAALc/7ZIC5LoICg0/s1600-h/P1000302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6gA5INGHI/AAAAAAAAALc/7ZIC5LoICg0/s320/P1000302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340882145303664754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang got the Bo's syndrome when it comes to taking pictures with food~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6fcvqTIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/f11vtXSPlCg/s1600-h/P1000366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6fcvqTIUI/AAAAAAAAALU/f11vtXSPlCg/s320/P1000366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340881524287021378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swee Luan/ Luan Gu: saw her true colors during the trip... she wasn't as quiet and naive as I thought. She was evil enough to treat me like her silky terrier puppy that she kept on hugging me, padding me and calling me 'Kiwi'... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6h5_jzc6I/AAAAAAAAALs/EVFQnGYPV8s/s1600-h/P1000190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6h5_jzc6I/AAAAAAAAALs/EVFQnGYPV8s/s320/P1000190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340884225794208674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6h5oezepI/AAAAAAAAALk/Xk4B4eVFbXg/s1600-h/DSC07918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6h5oezepI/AAAAAAAAALk/Xk4B4eVFbXg/s320/DSC07918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340884219599223442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told u she's evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang/ May: our treasurer throughout the trip, very responsible but not so for her own money. Spent most among us in buying clothes (haven't see you wear that skirt) and also in books... made a lovely notebook for all of us... so sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6inYVndCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/cJ-XwJYq4lU/s1600-h/P1000142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6inYVndCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/cJ-XwJYq4lU/s320/P1000142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340885005539701794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6inOHDjJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Q1odHcSv0Wo/s1600-h/P1000139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6inOHDjJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Q1odHcSv0Wo/s320/P1000139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340885002794273938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just LOVE your photos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- Camwhoring&lt;br /&gt;A special technique I learned during this trip, especially from Yang. Trust me, it was my first time to camwhore in Taiwan. And these are the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6jDVLo0xI/AAAAAAAAAME/YOCp2PLfhXw/s1600-h/4210_1176116601848_1196074459_30479373_1207222_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6jDVLo0xI/AAAAAAAAAME/YOCp2PLfhXw/s320/4210_1176116601848_1196074459_30479373_1207222_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340885485728879378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn from the professional~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6j2ld4zfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qjYDtTIo3M8/s1600-h/DSC07618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6j2ld4zfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qjYDtTIo3M8/s320/DSC07618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886366273719794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6j2WfOzFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/BaC4UhwTUZU/s1600-h/DSC07942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6j2WfOzFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/BaC4UhwTUZU/s320/DSC07942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886362252823634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6j2C3z5BI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3EVZ2no3ptk/s1600-h/DSC07939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6j2C3z5BI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3EVZ2no3ptk/s320/DSC07939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886356987208722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6kRNb8YCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cBYQKo5P4Ks/s1600-h/P1000544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6kRNb8YCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cBYQKo5P4Ks/s320/P1000544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886823679582242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too bad ma... got some skills de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6ku8bhRqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2ngjo4VoUK4/s1600-h/DSC07636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6ku8bhRqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2ngjo4VoUK4/s320/DSC07636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340887334510479010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time we camwhore..cause we trust no one but ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6lZ-443YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-7CkBrSEviE/s1600-h/P1000236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6lZ-443YI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-7CkBrSEviE/s320/P1000236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888073904905602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6lZjIpbVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zI4htOYaGV8/s1600-h/P1000330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6lZjIpbVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zI4htOYaGV8/s320/P1000330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340888066454809938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how Nie Nie camwhore.. always showing that she has long hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- Animals&lt;br /&gt;Me in love with ALL of the animals I've seen in Taiwan... took pictures with ALL of them... but I wonder if they're all in love with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6mQ6tqCqI/AAAAAAAAANk/9GRwzD3xlh4/s1600-h/DSC08086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6mQ6tqCqI/AAAAAAAAANk/9GRwzD3xlh4/s320/DSC08086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340889017676860066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6mQoQmi8I/AAAAAAAAANc/w0gDbTKo9h0/s1600-h/n1196074459_30479345_109142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6mQoQmi8I/AAAAAAAAANc/w0gDbTKo9h0/s320/n1196074459_30479345_109142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340889012723157954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6mQdVlAuI/AAAAAAAAANU/IkOlgNbtfpA/s1600-h/DSC07794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6mQdVlAuI/AAAAAAAAANU/IkOlgNbtfpA/s320/DSC07794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340889009791238882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6mQVrHXII/AAAAAAAAANM/cyY3ZEzHRHs/s1600-h/4210_1176099161412_1196074459_30479224_328347_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6mQVrHXII/AAAAAAAAANM/cyY3ZEzHRHs/s320/4210_1176099161412_1196074459_30479224_328347_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340889007734086786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6mQLOObeI/AAAAAAAAANE/4fVZqHOlPiY/s1600-h/4210_1176099041409_1196074459_30479223_5950041_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6mQLOObeI/AAAAAAAAANE/4fVZqHOlPiY/s320/4210_1176099041409_1196074459_30479223_5950041_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340889004928560610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6mmo_R4zI/AAAAAAAAANs/zIRf5BwR-s4/s1600-h/P1000289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6mmo_R4zI/AAAAAAAAANs/zIRf5BwR-s4/s320/P1000289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340889390876058418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite dog~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- Celebrities&lt;br /&gt;Many people said there's lots of chances to see celebrities in Taiwan and I was quite excited about it. We saw Z-Chen from Malaysia, Harlem and some other not-so-well-known celebrities, but that was when we were the live audience for 'Bai Wan Da Ge Xing', a Taiwanese entertainment program. If not, we will be seeing none... But for Yang, she was lucky or should I say 'lucky' enough to see Yang Zhong Wei and Huang Zi Jiao... She still complained, because she didn't get to see good looking celebrities... fat chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6oropi_9I/AAAAAAAAAN8/vygENjgBHDc/s1600-h/DSC07745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6oropi_9I/AAAAAAAAAN8/vygENjgBHDc/s320/DSC07745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340891675707506642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6orb3n60I/AAAAAAAAAN0/29DNULN3XDk/s1600-h/DSC07740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6orb3n60I/AAAAAAAAAN0/29DNULN3XDk/s320/DSC07740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340891672276888386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6or3PFodI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cHeqUU9KwkI/s1600-h/DSC07713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6or3PFodI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cHeqUU9KwkI/s320/DSC07713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340891679623061970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is some 'chap-lang' celebrity from Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is consider a summary for the entire trip. I would give Taiwan 9 out of 10 and strongly recommend YOU to consider Taiwan your next holiday destination. For more pictures, please visit my facebook. For now, Japan's next! I'm sure of it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6qwNRQzPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dQVKU8xhdQU/s1600-h/DSCF2539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh6qwNRQzPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dQVKU8xhdQU/s320/DSCF2539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340893953280494834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo with my aunty.. a successful trip indeed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-622804618974711289?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/622804618974711289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=622804618974711289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/622804618974711289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/622804618974711289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation-trip.html' title='Graduation Trip'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sh5QdwE8qNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5WtE0SPhciY/s72-c/DSC07917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8345427202630021453</id><published>2009-05-24T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:17:55.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect One</title><content type='html'>The perfect one is THE ONE...&lt;br /&gt;who understands,&lt;br /&gt;who cares 24/7,&lt;br /&gt;who tolerates,&lt;br /&gt;who accepts who you are NO MATTER WHAT,&lt;br /&gt;who knows EVERYTHING about you,&lt;br /&gt;and probably more than you would know about yourself,&lt;br /&gt;who will NEVER forget a single thing about you,&lt;br /&gt;but ALWAYS remembers about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I saw rainbow in the sky...&lt;br /&gt;It was a rare thing to see,&lt;br /&gt;A perfect day indeed to have found the perfect one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for walking into my life, the perfect one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8345427202630021453?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8345427202630021453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8345427202630021453&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8345427202630021453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8345427202630021453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect-one.html' title='The Perfect One'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-833258267651257322</id><published>2009-05-22T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:33:47.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did Last Sem</title><content type='html'>Finally I had the time to clear my old stuff; it has been stacking there for ages on my table. Midway clearing them, I found out my little notebook which I used it for the entire last semester. I felt I had a really busy final semester by seeing all the scribbles and little notes I made throughout discussions, brainstorming etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was my wish to manage Dodgeball Club properly and to make it as active and well known as I could. Immediately when semester starts, there came the Inter-faculty Competition where Dodgeball Club participated too. It wasn’t easy asking people to join especially when this club and this game was a stranger to everyone. Not only I need to get my own committed members to help out, I also need people to join, promote about Dodgeball, attending meetings and also organize the entire league. In the middle of preparing this big league, there was Clubs’ Day, assignments started to pop up, my Japanese classes started, Chinese New Year around the corner, busy researching and planning for my graduation holiday, and because of vacation, I needed extra money to travel and hence working part time job in ScienceTech (teach primary students basic science theory and apply them in making simple toys). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to do so little time left. Thank god with many committed members’ help, the league managed to get 9 teams and ended smoothly. Dodgeball became more familiar since then. I considered as a good kick off. But things did not end just like that. Navid and I kept thinking about ways to promote Dodgeball, we designed posters and videos to attract people. On the other hand, there were some activities from the Malaysian Dodgeball Association (MAD), and was consistently bugged by a guy named Ian, such as appreciation dinner, their Campus Dodgeball League, charity competition etc. I was pretty much the middle person for UCSI and MAD. Getting our own sets of balls did not come easy and dealing with Ian was frustrating enough. Besides weekly training, there came Earth Hour event and Bunkasai Night. We had a total of three big and two small events in just three months’ time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides giving whole heartedly for Dodgeball Club, these few things took turns in my daily schedule- the never ending assignments (weekly presentation for Ad Camp), Japanese revision and classes, work (every Saturday), planning for vacation and of course, splitting some of the time to my beloved friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of March, I only realized I was handling too much. I stop my part time job; quit my Dodgeball Club as president, and slowly letting off all Dodgeball stuff to the new members, just to concentrate on my final projects. TWO FINAL PROJECTS!! How can I not giving full attention to it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I managed to get some extra money for travelling and went to Taiwan with three other friends for almost two weeks; I managed to build up my Dodgeball Club and now it has a profit of a hundred over (dream came true); I managed to get very high marks for my Japanese third level test; managed to pass my subjects and I must say, I got quite high marks but a little not up to satisfaction but that’s ok cause I knew I did not put maximum effort in it… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I did not do is to have a nice birthday celebration. But that’s ok too cause I have friends and family who remembered my day. Come to think of it, I have no idea how I managed to pull it through the final semester… but I’m happy enough that I made used of my final time in college to the maximum :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, after Taiwan’s trip, I rushed off to Batu Pahat for another holiday trip. Then, I was busy meeting up with friends, spending time with my family, giving out souvenirs, unpacking my travel stuff etc. And now, I’m left with two months’ internship which means not much resting for me. Zzzzzz…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-833258267651257322?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/833258267651257322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=833258267651257322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/833258267651257322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/833258267651257322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-did-last-sem.html' title='What I did Last Sem'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4938519734681214055</id><published>2009-05-15T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:54:26.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision made</title><content type='html'>Finally realized that the decisions I've made and things I do is not only about me, myself and I...&lt;br /&gt;Certain decisions made cannot be rewinded back. What if there's wrong decisions? You'll only have to hope for its best and never regret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so fearful about it? Wrong decisions and wrong doings?&lt;br /&gt;The result and the outcome is what people fear- dissatisfaction, injuries...&lt;br /&gt;But I strongly believe what people fear most is the unknown...&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what it is,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing how will it be,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what happens next...&lt;br /&gt;This applies in everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the process of learning to make right decisions and do the right thing...&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope for its best since it's a no turning back, shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4938519734681214055?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4938519734681214055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4938519734681214055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4938519734681214055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4938519734681214055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/decision-made.html' title='Decision made'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-2674762807460618996</id><published>2009-05-07T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:35:30.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese'/><title type='text'>Intermediate I Result</title><content type='html'>期のICLSでにほんごのしけんでした。わたしはしけんのまえにべんきょしておわらなかったら、oralの会話まだまだだめです、ほんとにゆっくり答えてあげました。でもoralとかいてのしけんぜんぶできゅじゅご点。ともだちのなかわたしのてんはいちばんたかいでした。たいへんうれしです。度もありがとう先生！！五月二十日Intermediate IIつずけましょ～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;わかりませんか。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically was saying that I got high marks for my Japanese Intermediate I despite I did not really answered well in my oral test. I kept asking the teacher to repeat... She was kind enough to repeat over and over again and making sure that I gave the right answer. So I guess that was why she gave me full marks for my oral test and a total of 95 marks after adding my written test. I was really happy cause for the first time I got such high marks and am still maintaining my grade A :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-2674762807460618996?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2674762807460618996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=2674762807460618996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2674762807460618996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2674762807460618996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/intermediate-i-result.html' title='Intermediate I Result'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4447200952402919339</id><published>2009-05-05T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:57:55.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leon'/><title type='text'>Leon and Me</title><content type='html'>A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb...&lt;br /&gt;Give them your heart and he'll give you his...&lt;br /&gt;Adopted from the movie "Marley and Me", based on best-selling 1st person-narrative autobiographical book written by a journalist about his miserable days with his uncontrollable dog who is ever so hungry, ever so active and ever so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It portrayed much of my dog but not to the extent like the labrador in the movie. I noticed grey hair started growing around his mouth and around his body. It recalls me of this movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... what will happen if he leaves us one day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4447200952402919339?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4447200952402919339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4447200952402919339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4447200952402919339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4447200952402919339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/leon-and-me.html' title='Leon and Me'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-6376989308667645617</id><published>2009-05-04T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:37:10.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever been in love?</title><content type='html'>Nice song by Westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In morning light &lt;br /&gt;Half awake and half asleep &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever laid there thinking &lt;br /&gt;Was it all a dream? &lt;br /&gt;But you reach out and she's there &lt;br /&gt;Every moment, everywhere &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt &lt;br /&gt;How far a heart can fall &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stayed up waiting &lt;br /&gt;For a telephone call &lt;br /&gt;Just to hear her say hello &lt;br /&gt;Cause you miss each other so &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have there been times to laugh &lt;br /&gt;And times you really want to cry &lt;br /&gt;Finding reasons to believe her &lt;br /&gt;cause you'd die a little if she lied &lt;br /&gt;And when in times of doubt &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to work it out &lt;br /&gt;But still she leaves you wondering &lt;br /&gt;What it's all about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she's far away &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt the need to stray &lt;br /&gt;And tried and then discovered &lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't pay &lt;br /&gt;Cause with her, you can be true &lt;br /&gt;And with her, you can be you &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have there been times to laugh &lt;br /&gt;And times you really want to cry &lt;br /&gt;Finding reasons to believe her &lt;br /&gt;Cause you'd die a little if she lied &lt;br /&gt;And when in times of doubt &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to work it out &lt;br /&gt;But still she leaves you wondering &lt;br /&gt;What its all about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the night comes down &lt;br /&gt;Can you call your house a home &lt;br /&gt;Do you dream you're still together &lt;br /&gt;And wake up alone &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love &lt;br /&gt;The way that I'm in love &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love? &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-6376989308667645617?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6376989308667645617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=6376989308667645617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6376989308667645617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6376989308667645617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-you-ever-been-in-love.html' title='Have you ever been in love?'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-5698773383101547200</id><published>2009-04-13T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:45:48.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slippers'/><title type='text'>The Camel Slippers</title><content type='html'>When I received the birthday present from my mom, immediately I knew it must be the Camel slippers my mom mentioned to me and insisted on when I said I didn't want a Camel slippers as I know they're expensive and I had plenty of flipflop or slippers. I knew it through the rectangular shape of the present and also the weight but she still ask me not to guess anymore and open it as if I didn't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was a pair of Camel slippers INDEED. I tried it on and it was a bit too big for my feet. My sister tried and they fit hers, so now my birthday present is hers and hers will be mine. I'll have to wait till May then... and I told my mom that no more Camel slippers. She thought I didn't want Camel brand, so she said, "I'll buy you other brand's slippers ya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life goes on... you'll still need to accept things that you don't want...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-5698773383101547200?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5698773383101547200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=5698773383101547200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5698773383101547200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5698773383101547200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/04/camel-slippers.html' title='The Camel Slippers'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-672008548959204976</id><published>2009-04-13T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:26:19.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Save before Trip?</title><content type='html'>I had Iranian food on Saturday with Navid as I promised him long time ago- RM15&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton after that- RM8 for shuttlecocks&lt;br /&gt;Korean food for dinner, some sort of last dinner together before Taiwan trip- RM20&lt;br /&gt;Dim Sum for breakfast with Bryan and family etc- RM11&lt;br /&gt;Spent: RM54 in 1 day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tueday...&lt;br /&gt;Seniors' gathering cum farewell dinner- RMXX, definitely double figure cause they were expecting western food or buffet&lt;br /&gt;Movie- RM10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be spending: RMXX (definitely more than RM20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to save money before trip?&lt;br /&gt;Answer is no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-672008548959204976?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/672008548959204976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=672008548959204976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/672008548959204976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/672008548959204976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-save-before-trip.html' title='How to Save before Trip?'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-5703222349181491494</id><published>2009-04-13T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:55:55.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm FREEEEEEE!!!</title><content type='html'>The feeling of stepping out of class for the first time is not an exciting feeling as usual when we were so looking forward to go back home. This time, the feeling is unexplainable. I guessed I already started to miss my college life. I will miss my friends, I will miss the lecturers, I will miss doing assignments, I will miss presentations, I will miss receiving my marks and comments, I will miss all the gossiping sessions about lecturers and students, I will miss being late and skipping classes, I will miss eating in classes, I will miss doing last minute work and submitting it just right on time, I will miss having arguments in group works, I will miss chatting in class while there are presentation or lecture going on, I will miss hanging out with friends after classes, I will miss the activities, the events... I will miss each and every bits of my college life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I'm free of worries and stress. I don't have to worry about the time anymore, whether I online a bit longer will delay my time in doing assignment; whether I should appear offline or busy in order to do my work in peace; whether I can go out watch movie or sing k with friends, afraid I will not have the time to do my work; or I need to keep thinking of what to do next, afraid that I will leave out some assignments; or have to keep doing research and seeing lecturer for consultation... I'm free to do anything now... and most importantly, I'm very looking forward to my graduation trip- Taiwan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the feeling is complicated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I'm back, it should be a new chapter for my life- working life. And if lucky enough for me to pass all my subjects including internship, I will be officially graduating. And I will officailly say goodbye and close my chapter in UCSI. I will move on to my working life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-5703222349181491494?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5703222349181491494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=5703222349181491494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5703222349181491494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5703222349181491494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-freeeeeee.html' title='I&apos;m FREEEEEEE!!!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4787473706883725733</id><published>2009-04-13T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:40:45.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!</title><content type='html'>Went to church today, heard a meaningful story on the power of reviving which is why we need to celebrate the day of reviving- Easter Day&lt;br /&gt;Q: 2 same flowers planted at the same time same day but in different place and died at the same time same day. One in soil, one in a bottle with only water. The one in soil revived when the sun appeared but the other one still the same, dead. Why?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because of the flowers' connection with the soil. The roots were the one who supported it to revive. Whereas the one in bottle didn't have any roots and connection with the soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This theory same applies in human life. If we have a strong connection with god, anything can be revived. The term revived is not only for you to come back alive after death. It means that one can stand back after failure; can live a better life after going through all kinds of obstacles. These are what 'reviving' means, which I fully agree on the importance of reviving and believing in Him actually gives you the strength to believe in going through all kinds of obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, in the same church, I saw another meaningful video which says...&lt;br /&gt;There's always a pile of bills waiting there for me to clear, but I know it's because I still have a job&lt;br /&gt;There's always a long way for me to walk, but I know that it's because I still can walk&lt;br /&gt;There's always a pile of laundry waiting for me to do, but I know it's because I still have clothes to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were still a lot more and I only can remember a few... but this video showed me the greatest meaning of gratitude. Never just complain of what you don't have, instead of complaining, why not appreciate what you have. Don't just have what you like, but like what you have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Angeline for bringing me to your small but wonderful church :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4787473706883725733?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4787473706883725733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4787473706883725733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4787473706883725733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4787473706883725733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-3216050267125540495</id><published>2009-04-13T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:19:18.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>What A Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>This was my most extraordinary birthday ever&lt;br /&gt;Because on that day I spent most of my time preparing my Advertising Campaign and spent half a day in class, presenting and listening to other groups and a few things happened in a day which left me with a mixture of all kinds of feelings…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted:&lt;br /&gt;I stayed awake ALL night and I know it’s very rare of me; usually I’ll rather sleep than to finish my assignment even though the due date is at 5pm the next day and I only completed 10% (that is why I always have late submission…); but this time, I didn’t sleep at all in order to complete my ad campaign designsss, reportsss and also grammar checking and compilation… The assignment ended up with 120 pages. The most ever… I think we can even sell it as a text book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated:&lt;br /&gt;At 4am I only started checking my group mates’ report (no choice cause I was the leader and have to ensure all reports were well written), and only found out that ALL her reports were quite off track. That was the time I began to panick but thank god Stephanie and another group mate shared my burden and stress together. They too stayed awake all night… rewriting her reports and also rechecking what were left out. Apparently, there were quite a few left out and they have to do it while I rushed for my design. The situation was bad until I nearly cried and gave up the entire project. It was my worst ever project as I had NEVER felt so stress, so frustrated, so panicking and so unconfident. When I’ve decided to share this burden with Stephanie together, she went nuts half way and was quite pissed off when she heard about it. On the other hand, another group mate asked me, “Do you think we can finish it?” I know we only have 7 hours to presentation and we haven’t finished our reports, designs, compile everything, printing, prepare what to presentation and also our slides. We didn’t even have time to double check our work. I didn’t have a certain answer either and I was really panicked and worried too, but being a leader I have to convince myself first even though the chances of finishing was 50-50. I told her, “Can one… we try… we work as a team…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panicked:&lt;br /&gt;At 1.20pm, our group was the second group. First group had already started presenting and what was our group doing? My group mates were still rushing their slides and thinking of what to present. Half an hour passed, the first group was presenting their conclusion and I thought we were done with our slide. But when I check the slide, some of the things were missing. How long does a conclusion takes? Less than 5 minutes? And our slide is not ready? My hand was trembling while quickly typing in some of the points and rearranging the entire slide. They finished their conclusion but we’re not done yet. Everyone applause but they stop the applause saying that that was their first plan; they have a back up plan. I was relieved a bit but was still rushing off the slides and by the time they really finished, I did not have the time to double check the slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upset:&lt;br /&gt;When we started to present not long, my lecturer began to throw questions at us that we couldn’t answer as we intentionally present our lousier plan B first and so, we didn’t went into details, we couldn’t answer most of her questions. We were left there like a bunch of fools. Then when it was Stephanie’s turn, the whole thing went chaos. We noticed the slides wasn’t the latest slides and therefore the arrangement was wrong, some of the content was wrong, there was typo errors etc etc that I just have to stop the presentation before it is too late (my lecturer wasn’t tired of shaking her head when it comes to my group) and went back to search for the edited slides and repeated the presentation. Already said it was plan B and therefore we were supposed to just go through it briefly. I really mean briefly since my lecturer already shown signs of impatience. But one of my group mates went really into details until the lecturer seemed so bored and I thought she wanted to stop our presentation so much. I was having a heart attack at a side listening to her long and torturing presentation and seeing the lecturer’s expression, I said to myself, “there goes my ad campaign…” After dunno how many torturing minutes (probably 10 mins), another group mate was indeed fast but it wasn’t the original concept we discussed. She changed pretty much of the concept into her own concept and I told myself, “There goes my plan B…”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Disappointed:&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, there goes my biggest birthday present even though I managed to pull it off for my part. But the entire marketing plan went so wrong. Additional to that, the rest of the groups were far better than ours. But as a leader, I should not pin point at any group mates. We work as a team and I knew I had to hide my sadness and disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised:&lt;br /&gt;After all groups’ presentation, everyone was ready to leave and go home but Yang announced that there’s another presentation and that stop everyone from going back. It was a final presentation on “Effective Ways to celebrate Evon Chong’s Birthday”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched:&lt;br /&gt;I cried toward the end of the video knowing everyone was so busy with their assignments; they still spent time on this meaningful video. Everyone had their thoughts on me and why they can’t live without me… It was indeed a final presentation as that class was my very last class in UCSI. And I will no longer be going to college and by next year I probably will lose contact with some of them and so this video I treated it as a farewell video…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relieved:&lt;br /&gt;When asked my lecturer for her opinion toward our campaign, she told me that she knew who did most of the job and who did not.  In the end, she told me, “Evon, don’t worry, you’re safe.” Besides the video, this should be my second greatest present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy:&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lina called me and wished me Happy Birthday. She even asked how I will celebrate my birthday. Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Extraordinary right? I figure out the reason I cried so hard after watching the video. Cause I really had a very tiring day, mentally and physically, and never expected anyone will remember my birthday or do anything for me. And it’s a combination of surprised, touched, happy and relieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to all those who were involved in the video, I watched it for 3 times already and I don’t think I’ll ever get bored with it…&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to my group members, especially Stephanie and Siew Lee who worked hard together with me. Poor thing, Siew Lee even asked me, “Evon, can I rest a while? My head really painful…” Without you guys our group will be dead! Our work should be alright ;) Will pray hard on it…&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to those who helped me in my Ad Campaign when I was in desperate moments. You know who you are ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will never forget such a birthday…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-3216050267125540495?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3216050267125540495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=3216050267125540495&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3216050267125540495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3216050267125540495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-birthday.html' title='What A Birthday!!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4616065781737224935</id><published>2009-04-06T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:15:00.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck</title><content type='html'>I posted a shoutout in FaceBook.."Wish me luck in my MC final presentation today!!"&lt;br /&gt;I've attracted 9 people including my Red Comm supervisor (really a surprise to me) and a few more college friends to wish me luck..all in different ways of saying luck..some say luck luck! some say good luck!!! some say all the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really thank you for all the warm wishes..I'm so touched..but I would prefer all these people wish me again tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for I didn't present today :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was too freaked out for all the comments the lecturer gave to the presenters today..and she said some might fail this subject..so, I'm gonna buck up my work and my power point..so afraid of failing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck again for tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4616065781737224935?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4616065781737224935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4616065781737224935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4616065781737224935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4616065781737224935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-luck.html' title='Good Luck'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4317858332236480404</id><published>2009-04-06T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:06:18.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taman connaught'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus accident'/><title type='text'>Kids Survive..</title><content type='html'>I got freaked out when angie msn me yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;"I saw bus accident bo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was roughly the same spot again, this time involving a school bus. When I first heard it I was so concern over the school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News came out today revealing that all high school kids were safe, just some minor injuries. The bus went falling a side for the road was slippery after heavy downpour. But the driver was too freaked out that he ran away immediately. The police couldn't find him till now..&lt;br /&gt;So irresponsible of him, darn idiot!! But thank god that they were all safe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4317858332236480404?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4317858332236480404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4317858332236480404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4317858332236480404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4317858332236480404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids-survive.html' title='Kids Survive..'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-7451938739477747513</id><published>2009-04-06T08:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:56:03.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zui Jin</title><content type='html'>你最近不说话&lt;br /&gt;怎麽了为什麽&lt;br /&gt;是不是有什麽事让你不快乐?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song very much..It's zui jin by Lee Sheng Jie&lt;br /&gt;I know I've upset someone and I might lose a friend..&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine that I might never ever hear again..&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine that might never talk to me again..&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine that might never smile to me again..&lt;br /&gt;I know u're unhappy,&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, I really want to apologize so desperately..&lt;br /&gt;When can we be like before?&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing yesterday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-7451938739477747513?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7451938739477747513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=7451938739477747513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7451938739477747513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7451938739477747513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/04/zui-jin.html' title='Zui Jin'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8151170201260352891</id><published>2009-04-05T10:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:20:01.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm like Animal</title><content type='html'>I want to sleep like pig,&lt;br /&gt;hibernate like bear (be like O Hui Lei),&lt;br /&gt;be lazy like snake,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't be any of them...&lt;br /&gt;I have to work lke cow,&lt;br /&gt;Be quick like cheetah,&lt;br /&gt;Be lively like monkey,&lt;br /&gt;Be wise like owl,&lt;br /&gt;Cause the amount of workload is as high as mountain,&lt;br /&gt;The tension is like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Being a leader is like crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime I procrastinate like...&lt;br /&gt;like...&lt;br /&gt;like...&lt;br /&gt;Bobo Chong (only word to describe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a pig, a bear and a snake &lt;br /&gt;cause I did not have enough sleep recently and energy level is really low&lt;br /&gt;for I was, am and will be awake at night like bat, &lt;br /&gt;Wake up early like bird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a goddess no more...&lt;br /&gt;But how long more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8151170201260352891?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8151170201260352891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8151170201260352891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8151170201260352891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8151170201260352891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-like-animal.html' title='I&apos;m like Animal'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8668871167308356707</id><published>2009-03-30T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:56:42.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tales of mere existence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lev'/><title type='text'>I need to get my stuff done...</title><content type='html'>When I woke up in the morning, I realized I was struggling to open my eyes, then I decided to sleep for a while more as it wouldn't take much of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I have to get my stuff done and after a few 5 minutes, I realized I really needed to get up. So, while brushing my teeth I was thinking of the amount of work left undone yesterday night as I was thinking to have enough rest so that I will have energy to get my stuff done today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I just woke up and washing my face didn't really awake me, so I thought of having breakfast in order to get my stuff done. Then I realized I haven't walked my dog and decided to walk my dog, then breakfast, then get my stuff done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking my dog, I decided to have a quick breakfast, maybe Milo and biscuits will do. But then again, I needed something heavier so that it can last longer and I can have late lunch as I will be very busy in order to get my stuff done in college later. Then I decided on Maggie Mee. But then come to think of it, I shouldn't be eating unhealthy food as my research topic is about unhealthy eating habit. I should eat something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, I made myself a sandwich with a piece of cake and a cup of orange juice as I wanted to get rid of my flu completely. Then I realized eating breakfast alone is too boring, so I decided to watch television while eating before I start getting my stuff done. You know, breakfast is really important to get your day kick start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The television program was too interesting that I was stuck watching it for half an hour without realizing the time. Then I realized I really needed to get back into my room and get my stuff done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait a minute... I needed to get online to check my mails before I get my stuff done. Once I've read my mail, I've decided to on my MSN to reply my friends' sms so that I don't have to use my credit so that I can concentrate to get my stuff done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I decided to take short cut (have to pay toll) to college because I was LATE...and I only managed to get half of my stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I do not do this all the time, just sometime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was inspired by Lev's procrastination. Love his comic series. &lt;br /&gt;It's available in youtube. Just type 'tales of mere existence' ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8668871167308356707?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8668871167308356707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8668871167308356707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8668871167308356707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8668871167308356707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-to-get-my-stuff-done.html' title='I need to get my stuff done...'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-2152819367243635585</id><published>2009-03-29T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:01:42.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caveman Language</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of caveman language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caveman language is a language spoken by giants or people who have very unique way of speaking English just like caveman, who speaks the English back to the century when none of us were born. Here are a few examples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't brush your teeth, do you."&lt;br /&gt;"I brush my teeth."&lt;br /&gt;"No, you don't. Your teeth is all yellow and dirty, I can tell that you don't. You're just too lazy to even bother to brush your teeth. I don't even see you brushing it in the morning..." blablabla the nagging continues...until...the giant was so pissed off that he shouted,"I DOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" almost teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How to say green in Malay?"&lt;br /&gt;Nobody answered...he repeated...&lt;br /&gt;"How to say hijau in Malay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah? How comessss ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"How comesss...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, hope by now you already have a rough idea what caveman language is all about ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: this was strongly inspired by my beloved cousin, Ian Chong..love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-2152819367243635585?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2152819367243635585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=2152819367243635585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2152819367243635585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2152819367243635585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/caveman-language.html' title='Caveman Language'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-5827252856641466351</id><published>2009-03-29T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:42:13.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pamela Chong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talentime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan Chong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yasmin Ahmad'/><title type='text'>Talentime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sc938zzn-HI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kL4cCKqNNS0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sc938zzn-HI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kL4cCKqNNS0/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318601571530438770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sc934YyhWLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jjRB7f0dkok/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sc934YyhWLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jjRB7f0dkok/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318601495558576306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Talentime with my cousins today to see my cousin, Pamela and my aunty, Susan Chong acting inside. I wasn't really used to seeing such familiar faces inside and I know I was bad for laughing almost everytime my aunty appears. She was a bomb and she was really naturally funny. Probably it was because I know her in person so that adds on to the laughing. Whereas for Pamela, she was good considering a first timer and as the main character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, surprisingly this movie made me cried. Not only once, but thrice. At first it was all about common human jokes and a lot about races, religion and culture. But at the end of the day, all human face pain and sorrow despite of joy and happiness. A meaningful movie indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're a fan of Yasmin Ahmad, you would like this too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Mahesh is really quite good looking and guess what, he's only 19 and 1st time acting; whereas another good looking guy, Kahoe, is only 17 along with Hafiz, together studying in the same school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-5827252856641466351?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5827252856641466351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=5827252856641466351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5827252856641466351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5827252856641466351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/talentime.html' title='Talentime'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/Sc938zzn-HI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kL4cCKqNNS0/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8447670862362406020</id><published>2009-03-29T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:15:11.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taiwan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese'/><title type='text'>Japan Trip goes Round About</title><content type='html'>3 months of research, 2 destinations set (Taiwan then to Japan) equals to 1 trip to look forward, very looking forward... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until my sister's results are out and decided that she cannot make it for local universities. Then she began searching overseas' universities with Dentistry and Nutritionist as options. After days of research and consultations (this consultation involves my whole family including my aunty from Taiwan, my cousin at Singapore and it seems as though any kind of human being was involved, and also any kind of god was involved too...my mom went for Tarrot Cards, palm reading, zhi wei dou shu, temple... and even ask my sister to pray to god...), in the end she has decided on Pharmacy and will be studying in Taiwan. And the worst decision for me, she has decided to save the money for Taiwan and will not be going to Japan with me. After days of dilemma, I decided to give up my Japan trip and push the air ticket (to Taiwan) 2 weeks forward to join Yang, Stephanie and 1 more friend. Ironically, Yang was the one to ask me to join her for the Taiwan trip at the very first place before I've even decided on the Japan trip and I've rejected her and now it's back to square one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still happy for my plan now, though I was depressed for a day, and now come to think of it, at least I've friends to travel with me and it will be a great graduation trip... Japan, I'll come next year, just you wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8447670862362406020?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8447670862362406020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8447670862362406020&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8447670862362406020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8447670862362406020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/japan-trip-goes-round-about.html' title='Japan Trip goes Round About'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-7216671713314091547</id><published>2009-03-24T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:58:02.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinate'/><title type='text'>A Procrastinator Indeed...</title><content type='html'>After doing Jolene's sruvey, I'm indeed a BIG procrastinator. I don't wish to and I hate to but I can't control it. It's in my blood already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't suppose to online once I reached home. Was supposed to revise my Japanese for tomorrow is my Japanese class. Then, I was too lazy to go over to my desktop, plug in my pendrive, on my printer, open my document and print. So, I decided to use a 'smart' way to print it out. I asked my sis to on her msn using the desktop and I send to her. But when I wanted to send, I realized I need to appear online in order to send it over. For the sake of my heavy butt, I chose to remain sitting on my chair and appear online. And when I online, I started to chat with more and more people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Yang online and I remembered I've something important to ask her. Then Stephanie too. Not long after that, Jolene sent me her survey questions and after doing it, she asked me to ask around. And I asked her to help out mine in return. So, I spent some time busy sending out her link and busy receiving my questionnaires done by her friends. Then, my aunt from Taiwan started to chat with me, asking about my trip and she decided to call me. After that, my cousin Ian started to chat with me, informing me about my cousin's singing competition (congrats Sean, who made it through to final!). Then, not long after that, my aunt in KL called, informing me again about the competition and telling me that she and her family went all the way to Genting to support and how they suffer waiting... Then, I came back to my laptop seeing more people appearing online. I was actually chatting with 10 of them. Then I decided while waiting for Jolene to send me the questionnaires, I chat with some of them. And also, FB a while and explore on how to set an online questionnaire (I gave up in the end knowing it's so troublesome). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing a little bit of this and that, it's 10pm, time for me to watch my cousin singing on TV2 (catch Sean competing with others in WorldStar on TV2 every Tuesday). And found out that they are not showing KL this week after half hour past. So, came back to my laptop and saw more questionnaires waiting to be accepted. After accepting all, Lily and Wei Bing came online and chat with me. Then I was busy settling the Earth Hour event with Lily and entertain Wei Bing. Then Ah Kean came and disturb me (my Chinese name wrong already la!) and I chose to ignore him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, I'm stuck here onlining for 2 hours unknowingly which is 4 times more than the time I'm supposed to spend. Just because for the sake of printing one document, made me procrastinate once more. And look what I'm doing now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOGGING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna become a god again tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-7216671713314091547?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7216671713314091547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=7216671713314091547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7216671713314091547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7216671713314091547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/procrastinator-indeed.html' title='A Procrastinator Indeed...'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-6186957479049615736</id><published>2009-03-23T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:02:19.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>Opposite PWTC is a shopping mall called...The Mall..and I asked Yang that is there any more random name than this? So should I next time call my own cafe 'The Cafe'? Or should I see any hotel's name in future called 'The Hotel'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Yang liked my joke so much that she kept continuing the joke, "I want to go to The Toilet", "I want to go to The Restaurant" etc etc etc until she insulted a college which is quite true.. "The One Academy"..terrible Yang..I told this to Stephanie and she started off by laughing at Yang's obsession but at the end, she became another Yang. Whatever she saw, she named it as The (something), took a long time for her to get bored of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I regret for saying such crappy thing that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-6186957479049615736?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/6186957479049615736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=6186957479049615736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6186957479049615736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/6186957479049615736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/one.html' title='The One'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-7391800228424886633</id><published>2009-03-22T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:17:43.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number plates'/><title type='text'>Obsession with #plates</title><content type='html'>We went for a trip some time back and because of boredom and because of my weird observation toward certain things, I started noticing number plates around me while we were in a car. There were lots of number plates with different initial letters. Some W, some J, some B... but these were all too common and well known... what caught my attention was, there were actually unusual letters like A, K, D, C, Q, R, and T. Malaysia's number plate's initial letter represents the state you bought your car from. For example:&lt;br /&gt;W- Wilayah&lt;br /&gt;J- Johor&lt;br /&gt;B- Selangor&lt;br /&gt;M- Melaka&lt;br /&gt;N- Negeri Sembilan&lt;br /&gt;P- Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started asking the rest where the cars with odd letters are from. One of them confidently suggested that K is from Kedah/ Kelantan, D is from somewhere in Malaysia, and Q is from Sabah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After little research of mine, they were quite wrong except for one. Here's the correct answer if you too saw some weird letters and wonder where they come from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- Kedah not Kelantan&lt;br /&gt;D- Kelantan, this is only for Kelantan&lt;br /&gt;Q- Sarawak not Sabah&lt;br /&gt;SS- Sabah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Pahang&lt;br /&gt;R- Perlis&lt;br /&gt;A- Perak&lt;br /&gt;T- Terengganu&lt;br /&gt;L- Labuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also... special ones are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- guess from where...&lt;br /&gt;They're all over on taxis'...&lt;br /&gt;Z- for military usage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're also specialty plates which costs extra more..how much is the more i guess it's really more...&lt;br /&gt;such as PROTON, LOTUS, WAJA, PUTRAJAYA, SUKOM, PERDANA etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm gonna buy my car at Selangor. Bryan can too. Then Jian Ling can buy at Johor (ask Yang help), Tan Tuan King and Tiffany can buy at Terengganu, Stephanie still searching for it but I suggest go Sabah (ask TTK to help), Angeline can go Perak (ask Tiff to help), Ley Lynn go Labuan, Mei Cher... easy la, go Melaka (ask Jlo buy), Kean go Kedah, Eunice, Wai Ting, O (unless you wanna buy at Perak?) and Yang..can't help..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed by now you should be a bit more observant toward number plates? But don't be so obsessive like me. Hope this little info is useful to ur future car :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: wanna hao lian a while, I've seen all kinds of letters including 'z' but except for certain specialty plates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-7391800228424886633?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7391800228424886633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=7391800228424886633&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7391800228424886633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7391800228424886633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/obsession-with-plates.html' title='Obsession with #plates'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-7627321204774376582</id><published>2009-03-21T11:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:27:39.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunkasai night'/><title type='text'>The Bubble Tea Lady</title><content type='html'>Bunkasai night 2009 @ UCSI North Wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/ScRdZr7upfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/06XL_fKDpzI/s1600-h/2562_1129732282269_1196074459_30387922_8116478_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/ScRdZr7upfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/06XL_fKDpzI/s320/2562_1129732282269_1196074459_30387922_8116478_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315476156075386354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm addicted to being the bubble tea lady... and I missed making bubble tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I won myself&lt;br /&gt;3 gold fish (which died not long ago on Angeline's hand)&lt;br /&gt;2 packs of cookies &lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;lump&lt;br /&gt;sum&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;br /&gt;profit&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;br /&gt;precious&lt;br /&gt;Dodgeball Club!!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-7627321204774376582?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7627321204774376582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=7627321204774376582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7627321204774376582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7627321204774376582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/bubble-tea-lady.html' title='The Bubble Tea Lady'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/ScRdZr7upfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/06XL_fKDpzI/s72-c/2562_1129732282269_1196074459_30387922_8116478_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-3081910430286721337</id><published>2009-03-21T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T02:12:08.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Days A Week?</title><content type='html'>Wonder how I spend my time in a week? Which is always not enough..ALWAYS...and I often question myself, why can't I finish all the tasks in a week's time? because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day is for Japanese Day (speak, do homework, revision etc)&lt;br /&gt;1 day is for Assignments Day (do surveys, research, report, presentation etc)&lt;br /&gt;1 day is for Family + Church Day&lt;br /&gt;1 day is for Outing + YC Day (watch movies, L4D, pool etc)&lt;br /&gt;Half day is for Working Day &lt;br /&gt;Half day is for Pillow Talking Day (gossiping about people around us, from A-Z!)&lt;br /&gt;Half day is for Sports Day (Dodgeball, badminton, gym etc)&lt;br /&gt;Half day is for Meeting Day&lt;br /&gt;Half day is for Internet Day (chat, check mail, Facebook, listen to music etc)&lt;br /&gt;and the last half day of the week is only for Resting Day (sleep, day dreaming etc)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know 7 days a week is so not enough for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-3081910430286721337?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3081910430286721337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=3081910430286721337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3081910430286721337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3081910430286721337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-many-days-week.html' title='How Many Days A Week?'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4171954825731107768</id><published>2009-03-20T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:26:41.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephanie'/><title type='text'>Someone Taller please...</title><content type='html'>Today's presentation, the projector was off. Someone has to climb up onto the table and reach for the on button using a pen. The first one is quite short for the button, then lecturer said, "Is there anyone who is taller that can help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taller one stood up and walked toward the table. The taller one was indeed taller, one centimetre taller. I expected someone like Stephanie who is obviously a head taller to go forward, but the taller one who stood up almost immediately was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Su Cheng, I was sorry for laughing out loud and making the whole class laughed too. Please don't be angry, you knew it was funny too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, everyone was relieved especially the lecturer that the projector was finally ON!! All thanks to the someone taller- Stephanie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4171954825731107768?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4171954825731107768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4171954825731107768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4171954825731107768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4171954825731107768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-taller-please.html' title='Someone Taller please...'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-1971794049723518201</id><published>2009-03-16T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:41:06.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED A BREAK!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been spending most of my time reading my mails. Mails from Student Council and MAD just can't stop coming into my mail box. Every hour I check, there's something new. There's Earth Hour event for Dodgeball next week (last min informing...wants us to involve and also help promote in all ways we could think of), MAD dinner this Sat (asking me to send from 40 ppl to 200 ppl, hahahaha joke of century...) and Dodgeball League in May (wonder how many pages I need to read). All need me to settle. Then, they even sent me new Student Council logo. WTH!!! I seriously need to speed things up and pass this club to Lily Thong. Wish her luck man.. If I had the time of course I don't mind having so many events ahead. But I don't so it became an irritating thing for me especially when I realized I spent most of my time in my mail!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I just found out that I'm still the vice for Netball Club. Oh great! I thought Netball Club is dead like centuries ago and now what, the pres suddenly came up with the idea of 'reforming' the club and I don't have a choice but to stay and help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONDERFUL!!! I'm so gonna fail my final projects man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-1971794049723518201?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1971794049723518201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=1971794049723518201&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1971794049723518201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1971794049723518201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-break.html' title='I NEED A BREAK!!!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8737309380312599043</id><published>2009-03-16T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:31:43.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Wrong Thing to SAY!</title><content type='html'>Had dinner with my family just now..&lt;br /&gt;Was discussing about teeth, yes teeth and my mom wants me to put on braces. Then my neighbour was curious on why our teeth are all not neat. &lt;br /&gt;Then I replied, "My mom didn't take good care of our teeth when we were young. I think she only started brushing our teeth when we were 3 or 4." Come to think of it, I don't know why I can remember such things at the age of 3 or 4. Probably it was my dream or imagination. But then, my sister had the same thought.&lt;br /&gt;My mom responded immediately, "Nonsense!! I everytime brush your teeth even when you were very young. I took good care of your teeth. All 3 of you the same!"&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Ha... I think I need to do go do my things..."&lt;br /&gt;She continued while I walked into the kitchen, "Wa your teeth like that you put the blame on me la. You yourself never take good care of it. Next time ah if your husband no good then you blame on me la!" blablabla and the nagging continues..&lt;br /&gt;How I responded? I said, "Oops, I lit up a fire and it's spreading. Someone help to put off the fire," and I ran up to my room leaving my sister changing topic to "What am I going to study after STPM?"&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, my sister joined me in our room, saying that my mom chase her up, asking her to, "go apply, apply, apply..."&lt;br /&gt;Now what, now we're both stuck in our room...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8737309380312599043?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8737309380312599043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8737309380312599043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8737309380312599043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8737309380312599043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-wrong-thing-to-say.html' title='Very Wrong Thing to SAY!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4535525486581237530</id><published>2009-03-16T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:30:14.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil, The God, The Ghost and The Cat</title><content type='html'>I know I've been mia for a month! It's so not like me but I was really extremely busy until the extent that I DON'T HAVE TIME TO BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I owe you guys an apology, please stay loyal to my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really busy with assignments both Mass Comm Research and Advertising Campaign, having assignments due every week and also presentationsss besides busy managing my dodgeball team and my part time job. Anyway I wasn't the only one who is often doing last minute work or doing work till late night. Yang and I gave a few categories and a few names for these people, discussing who is the devil, the god, the ghost and the cat, after doing a night long's assignment (till 7am, without sleeping), we decided to talk some crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are always sleeping late and never early (based on msn and online status):&lt;br /&gt;The cat aka ye mao (in Mandarin, night cat)- those who sleeps between 12-1am, quite healthy lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;Ng Jian Ling&lt;br /&gt;Angeline Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost aka ye gui (night ghost)- those who definitely sleep after 1am but before 3am, only can do work at night&lt;br /&gt;Block B 13A-06 &lt;br /&gt;Lim Kuan Peng&lt;br /&gt;Yong Su Cheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The God aka shen- sleeping after 3am and before 6am, those who thinks they're god, they need very little sleep because they have too much to do&lt;br /&gt;Me (of course)&lt;br /&gt;Eunice Au&lt;br /&gt;Block C 20-08&lt;br /&gt;Gan Seng Kean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there's the devil aka mo wang (devil king)- NO NEED to sleep AT ALL!!! Cause they have endless energy but in fact their looks always betray them, the worst stage, no cure...&lt;br /&gt;CHONG HAN LONG (forever awake and on msn 38 other ppl's stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go!! Anyone I missed out?? Oh ya of course there are people who are so healthy that they have to sleep before 12am...&lt;br /&gt;Tan Tuan King&lt;br /&gt;Loong Wai Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my list is correct..will blog more as soon as I'm free ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4535525486581237530?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4535525486581237530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4535525486581237530&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4535525486581237530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4535525486581237530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/03/devil-god-ghost-and-cat.html' title='The Devil, The God, The Ghost and The Cat'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8909166225636104573</id><published>2009-02-15T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:23:47.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC Network'/><title type='text'>BBC Network</title><content type='html'>I recently set up a company called BBC Network (BoBo Chong Network) which was motivated by my sis, Chong Ley-Lynn. BBC Network is now a big competitor toward CNN (Corine and Nick). BBC Network is getting bigger and despite running alone, it might someday defeat CNN...so choose a side, BBC or CNN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too deep to understand? Only a few understands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: Corine and Nick, this was only a joke, no offense ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8909166225636104573?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8909166225636104573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8909166225636104573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8909166225636104573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8909166225636104573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/02/bbc-network.html' title='BBC Network'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-341848895313216960</id><published>2009-02-15T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:19:45.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>Please watch Signs if you're free. You'll absolutely love it :)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uy0HNWto0UY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-341848895313216960?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/341848895313216960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=341848895313216960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/341848895313216960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/341848895313216960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/02/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-7489777654882732021</id><published>2009-02-15T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:04:57.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ucsi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunkasai night'/><title type='text'>UCSI University</title><content type='html'>This is what I found in http://animac-bunkasai.blogspot.com's webpage about my beloved university...&lt;br /&gt;A UCSI University student’s learning experience is further enhanced by the cutting edge of technology, and the support of &lt;strong&gt;well-qualified and friendly academic staff. &lt;/strong&gt; wow, I didn't know that...&lt;br /&gt;Another UCSI University advantage is that it is a &lt;strong&gt;“wireless” campus facilitated by e-Advantage&lt;/strong&gt;, a homegrown electronic system that &lt;strong&gt;provides strong academic support to the whole process of learning&lt;/strong&gt;, apart from the availability of other state-of-the-art facilities which include computer labs, applied science labs and a &lt;strong&gt;well-stocked library&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;See how it's so nicely described. This is what I called a good copyrighting... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bunkasai Night is coming. It should be a very big event. Feel free to visit their blog so that you'll have a better idea on how big this event will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-7489777654882732021?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/7489777654882732021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=7489777654882732021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7489777654882732021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/7489777654882732021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/02/ucsi-university.html' title='UCSI University'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8983305667541882674</id><published>2009-02-10T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:43:41.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNY'/><title type='text'>Crazy CNY</title><content type='html'>Muscle pain all over...&lt;br /&gt;Legs hardly can move,&lt;br /&gt;As if they're gonna break,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are smaller,&lt;br /&gt;Going to be blind soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I played too much during CNY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs-slept at 3am, woke up 7.30am cause of last minute work on Ad Campaign (surprisingly it went well...), last minute work cause I chose to go pasar malam and play badminton, and the week before, busy bringing my aunt around and busy gambling&lt;br /&gt;total sleeping hours: 4 and a half hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri- slept at 2am, rushing MC research, woke up 11am, then go gym and...&lt;br /&gt;total sleeping hours: okla, today was quite a lot...but only for a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat- watch movie till 12am. After that yc at Ali till 1 something. Then pillow talk with Tiff till 4 something in the morning. Woke up 9am for Sci Tech, went shopping with Lynn and gang (which I've no idea why I followed...), went The Curve to change my dad's present, celebrated my dad's birthday and Ah O tempted me to her house.&lt;br /&gt;total sleeping  hours: 4 and half hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun- I reached Ah O's house at 12am, joined them for gambling, won Bryan and the rest's money in an hour's time, total winning is RM15 and they (5 people) only bet RM1 each round. Also played 'cho dai di' and again with punishments.. and again I was the one with the most punishments... Reached MC's house 2.30am, Steph persuaded me to play Facebook's pets' society and again I failed to reject. 4am when I was about to sleep, Lynn forced me not to. Pillow talked with her, slept at 5am, woke up at 11am, futsal at 3pm, by 8pm 14 people gathered at my house for dinner. First time ever I was so busy entertaining so many friends in my house...by the way, I won again in gambling and they forced me not to be the dealer  &lt;br /&gt;total sleeping hours: 7 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon- didn't know we can go singing karaoke and dancing around till 3am. Lynn and I were the ones performing and giving light entertainment to the remaining audiences. Slept at 4.30am, woke up 11am, went shopping at Pyramid till 6.30pm for four Feb birthday babies (they're not exactly babies...). First time ever buying so many presents at one go... Not easy at all!! By the time I reached home, I was knocked out due to the extreme exhaustion and after I woke up at 8.30pm I went to visit my baby cousin, came back and started to play Pets' Society and until now I'm still awake...&lt;br /&gt;total sleeping hours: 6 and half hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how many hours I should sleep tonight??&lt;br /&gt;Ans: more than 10 hours!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I didn't revise my Japanese and still left with 3 assignments which are due on Wed and Thurs. Therefore, I will be grounding myself the whole day tomorrow. If anyone sees me in college or around Taman Connaught, please kick me home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8983305667541882674?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8983305667541882674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8983305667541882674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8983305667541882674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8983305667541882674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-cny.html' title='Crazy CNY'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-5456593882675955015</id><published>2009-02-06T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:25:33.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese'/><title type='text'>My Japanese Lesson begins again...</title><content type='html'>きのICLSでないーFormならいました、たいへんむずかしですから&lt;br /&gt;いまわたしはまいにちにほんごをべんきょしなければなりません～&lt;br /&gt;もっとれんしゅしないと、がんばてでしょ！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakarimasenka? hehehe, I'm so gonna blog in Japanese more often so that everyone's head will appear with a BIG question mark :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla, teach you all some simple Japanese...&lt;br /&gt;ha= tooth&lt;br /&gt;what is teeth?&lt;br /&gt;go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abunai= dangerous&lt;br /&gt;what is very dangerous?&lt;br /&gt;go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okla, to stop all this cruelty, I shall reveal the answers...&lt;br /&gt;teeth= a lot of ha so it's haha, if you want more you can add more into hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;very dangerous= abune-ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeeee :) happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-5456593882675955015?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/5456593882675955015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=5456593882675955015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5456593882675955015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/5456593882675955015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-japanese-lesson-begins-again.html' title='My Japanese Lesson begins again...'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-8094454970359208834</id><published>2009-02-05T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:51:37.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firefly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelip-kelip'/><title type='text'>Bugs Lightyear in my House!!</title><content type='html'>Introducing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUGS LIGHTYEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYrl_m9QtlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ur2zv2_3QNU/s1600-h/180px-Firefly_composite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYrl_m9QtlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ur2zv2_3QNU/s320/180px-Firefly_composite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299300792506824274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom: Animalia&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Phylum: Arthropoda&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Class: Insecta&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Infraclass: Neoptera&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Superorder: Endopterygota&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Order: Coleoptera&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suborder: Polyphaga&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Infraorder: Elateriformia&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Superfamily: Elateroidea&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Family: Lampyridae&lt;br /&gt;Latreille, 1817 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall not bore you with scientific names... these lightning bugs is better known as Fireflies or Kelip-kelip or ying huo chong or glowworms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found one outside my house among the grass beside my dog cage near a Christmas tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious, my house is not at Kuala Selangor for your info, my house is situated in the middle of KL. I couldn't believe it too so I asked my brother to have a look at it. After capturing it and showing it to my dad and all, we finally made a decision to let go off it for the sake that hoping it will produce more...Produce more!produce more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still didn't believe in what we saw, I went doing online research. Says Wikipedia.org, Fireflies tend to be brown and soft-bodied... yes, it was... Most diurnal species are non-luminescent, though some species that remain in shadowy areas can produce light energy. Yes, it has faint and blinking light though sometimes stronger... A few days after mating, a female lays her fertilized eggs on or just below the surface of the ground... The firefly was among the grass, does that mean she's searching for a place to lay her eggs??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the common European glowworm, in which only the non-flying adult females glow brightly and the flying males glow only very weakly and intermittently...means she's a male?? I mean I might be wrong, who knows what I saw was actually the brightest? She must be a female...even if she's a male, I will insist she's a she...she has to lay eggs and make my house a kelip-kelip garden =) They emerge in the spring...Is my housing area now spring time? @.@ After several weeks of feeding, they pupate for 1 to 2.5 weeks and emerge as adults...wow! I'm so excited!! My house is going to become a Kelip-kelip Garden in 1 to 2.5 weeks' time!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light production in fireflies is due to a type of chemical reaction called bioluminescence...hmmm just for extra knowledge..need to know more bout fireflies so I can make them to produce more... Females of the Photinus genus generally do not fly, but do give a flash response to males of their own species...yes, it did not fly AT ALL..means confirm it's a SHE!! She gave flash to males? Means there's male fireflies around??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;There are more than 2,000 species of firefly found in temperate and tropical environments around the world...tropical, in futher research means, tropical ecosystems may consist of rainforests, dry deciduous forests, spiny forests, desert and other habitat types...so which one I'm staying in? Rainforest? Spiny forest? Many species can be found in marshes or in wet, wooded areas where their larvae have abundant sources of food...abundant sources of food...I wonder what...my dog's yummy...food? saliva?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I'll inform you when my Kelip-kelip Garden is ready. Entrance fees shall be charged, not too expensive and quite reasonable... RM2 per entry. Same price as Kuala Selangor (my main competitor) and the good thing is KL-ians don't have to travel too far! I repeat, my house is located right in the very middle of KL, so whichever part of KL you're at, it's NEAR!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait right? Be patient...just 1 to 2.5 weeks away ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: the pictures were taken from internet, the photos and videos I took was with my handphone. And I don't have the cable to transfer it but anyway, you wouldn't get to see anything cause just now was too dark...my handphone is a cheap phone so can't do much with the firefly :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-8094454970359208834?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/8094454970359208834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=8094454970359208834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8094454970359208834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/8094454970359208834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/02/bugs-lightyear-in-my-house.html' title='Bugs Lightyear in my House!!'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYrl_m9QtlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ur2zv2_3QNU/s72-c/180px-Firefly_composite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4211421901497003623</id><published>2009-02-04T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:22:33.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People can be Real EVIL...</title><content type='html'>"Bald is beautiful. God is fair. He made everyone bald, only the ugly ones are covered with hair..." I have to salute to the person who thought of this. It's like being shot back straight into my heart by someone who's bald. And coincidently, this was found in my uncle's house. He's kind of bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't me who left you behind, it was the fuel..." saw this randomly in one of the cars parked outside my church. Though not as cool and evil as the message above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do share more evil messages with me, the more sacarstic and evil, the better!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4211421901497003623?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4211421901497003623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4211421901497003623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4211421901497003623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4211421901497003623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/02/people-can-be-real-evil.html' title='People can be Real EVIL...'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-2539721222073000721</id><published>2009-02-03T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:56:23.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNY'/><title type='text'>The Dark Sky is Colored</title><content type='html'>It was as if fireworks competition in my area. I heard fireworks for the whole 20 minutes while I was bathing in toilet. Yes, I do take a long time in toilet... I couldn't see any signs of economy meltdown, these people are even richer than our government who does not even have fireworks for this new year. FYI, today TeoChew people needed to 'bai tian gong'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've finished bathing, the fireworks are still everywhere, one after another, I wonder how much they spent for all these. I pity my brother and sister  who are sleeping already... As I looked through the window, it was beautiful. The dark sky was brighten up with so many colors. I suddenly recalled my new year celebration with BU gang. We watched fireworks together by some random place when the clock strikes 12. It was a simple celebration but yet it was special enough for me. I also realized that this was my first time seeing fireworks this CNY. I missed lion dance too, come to think of it, this is my first ever to miss seeing lion dance during CNY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those were not important, what matters most is, the stay in Damansara will be the first and last ever with the same group of people. How I miss them being my companion and how I wish this time I could see the fireworks with them again. I only managed to see the fireworks for less than a minute, I couldn't watch it alone no matter how beautiful it is... it is boring to watch alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear BU gang, I'm hoping that you all will get to see the beautiful fireworks tonight too :) When are we having our BU gang outing again???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-2539721222073000721?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/2539721222073000721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=2539721222073000721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2539721222073000721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/2539721222073000721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/02/dark-sky-is-colored.html' title='The Dark Sky is Colored'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-1193794007847358324</id><published>2009-02-02T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:56:19.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sms'/><title type='text'>Pissed Off.</title><content type='html'>Today I receieved a shocking sms from my Red Comm supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyo,evon.u ask question can sekaligus or not.u juz cm la.gv u both mth la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sms took me hours to digest and yet I'm still shell shocked with the intonation she used. You may find it nothing, but every word in the sms poked right through my heart. It's still bleeding. How could my idol do this to me? Ok, I admit I shouldn't have sms her 4 times on the same issue, but she was never like this to me... Was she in a bad mood? Or she already starting to lose patience in me???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I managed to digest this, my mom forced me over to my neighbor's house to gamble. Ok, partly was because I couldn't stand sitting in front of my computer doing my stupid MC Research assignment. Can you imagine Bobo Chong doing assignment for 5 hours? So, I decided to follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After first round of winning I was never in good luck. Supposedly this CNY I could be a lil more spendthrift for I won RM40 plus in total but that day when I began to co-partner with Ian Chong, my fortune no longer comes back to me. It was a mistake by the way to have him as my partner (he wouldn't read my blog i guess...) I was left with a profit of RM10 for gambling today. After half an hour, it went back to square one- nothing. I kept telling my mom that I need to eat and my dog needs to too. But both my evil neighbors asked me to ask my brother to feed the dog instead and they were really quick enough to stuff me with food. And knowing that my mom wasn't in a hurry, I left with no choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour later, I see myself filled with anger and for the first time I nearly burst into tears because of gambling. I was swearing all the way deep inside my heart and I was seriously pissed off. After like tonnes of excuses, my mom and I were finally excused. I told myself I'm so gonna blame my mom or may even burst into tears for I lost RM20 plus in an hour's time!!! HECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so not my day. First was the sms and now the money and of course, the ever so stupid assignments... Pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wonder what was the ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I stayed strong and I did not complain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my mom gave me RM100. Awwwww so sweet... she must have seen my eyes glowing with tears... Well, I have more money in return, isn't that good? No regrets after all... but that shows my luck is no more there and I should stop gambling. Yes, I should! For this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. RM100.. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-1193794007847358324?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1193794007847358324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=1193794007847358324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1193794007847358324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1193794007847358324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/02/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed Off.'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-3654811669014475284</id><published>2009-02-02T00:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:58:15.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering'/><title type='text'>The day when we gather together...</title><content type='html'>Exactly 10 years after graduating from primary school means my 6M's class gathering. Time flies... and little did I know that I haven't been contacting with most of my primary and secondary school friends... those who once gave me wonderful childhood and schoolday memories, those who once been through with me all the pain and happiness... how could I have forgotten about them? 10 years later, it's fated and it's time to get back all my long lost friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was less than half of the class, I was still happy to have seen so many ex-classmates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXNAnaredI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JtZwGVBNBsU/s1600-h/n586319552_2024560_3320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXNAnaredI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JtZwGVBNBsU/s320/n586319552_2024560_3320.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297865947135834578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sze Sze and Sam were my primary schoolday's close friends..how I miss those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXM2LvFUaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Uh8nJVMAhQY/s1600-h/n586319552_2024558_2567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXM2LvFUaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Uh8nJVMAhQY/s320/n586319552_2024558_2567.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297865767906529698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXMwiz_7oI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QKCo7fWdSbw/s1600-h/n586319552_2024600_7543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXMwiz_7oI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QKCo7fWdSbw/s320/n586319552_2024600_7543.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297865671021948546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXMpzwm4WI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PQkhJPj3BWc/s1600-h/n586319552_2024606_2089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXMpzwm4WI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PQkhJPj3BWc/s320/n586319552_2024606_2089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297865555312042338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kee Keong and I used to sit together in class for we were ever so short in class..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXMj5YWDuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cmLtrxpTmk0/s1600-h/n586319552_2024607_2453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXMj5YWDuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cmLtrxpTmk0/s320/n586319552_2024607_2453.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297865453741674210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in red, Kai Lit, seriously, he looks a bit like 'Rain'... I wonder he has any fans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXMbU4sPzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bFWnivNtPzo/s1600-h/n586319552_2024611_7693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXMbU4sPzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bFWnivNtPzo/s320/n586319552_2024611_7693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297865306506280754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXMMgF8C-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3cbhKO4P8rc/s1600-h/n586319552_2024613_8608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXMMgF8C-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3cbhKO4P8rc/s320/n586319552_2024613_8608.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297865051816594402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What suprises me most was everyone did not really change a lot except for width and length. At least I could tell who's who. I thought I will be the only one with the same old boring look, but then, I guess by the age of 12 your look kind of stablizes already? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun time and everyone was busy flashing back memories when all of us were in the same class. It was a very happening class I must say... The best part was recalling back our classmates who did not turn up today. But I thank god I turned up today, if not, I couldn't imagine what words they'll use to describe me... apparently, now many of them identify me as 'the one who plays football' and no longer 'the fair fair one'... I prefer them to label me as 'the one who played football'. Come on, my football life is already a history and will never be revived. But then, it was quite a special term for me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this classmate of mine whom all of us remember him as 'bald, short and plump', a bit like eric tsang (zhang zhi wai). But... they said his hair grew... and it's a lot! I totally cannot imagine him with hair... and a lot of hair! I was supposed to leave earlier but I was so curious, I stayed a bit longer, just for him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in brown shirt was the guy I waited for..kakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXSIa_PYNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Z1iPRA-yIyo/s1600-h/n586319552_2024612_8249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXSIa_PYNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Z1iPRA-yIyo/s320/n586319552_2024612_8249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297871578796613842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Lit planned for a 'bai nian' to our beloved class teacher's house soon, if I've nothing to do, I'll definitely go! After all I did enjoy the gathering today, at least no one talked bad about me... No regrets in meeting up with them at all!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, one last important information...&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly, I'm considered quite tall among the ladies who attended today...and most of them were taller than me in class...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-3654811669014475284?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/3654811669014475284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=3654811669014475284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3654811669014475284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/3654811669014475284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-when-we-gather-together.html' title='The day when we gather together...'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYXNAnaredI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JtZwGVBNBsU/s72-c/n586319552_2024560_3320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-1191489601892422849</id><published>2009-01-31T12:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:04:28.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNY'/><title type='text'>Reunion dinner</title><content type='html'>Reunion dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was so busy decorating the house, buying more and more plants and flowers...she spent around a few hundreds just for the plants...if u want to come my house for 'bai nian' you'll find that my house is becoming more and more 'greenish'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYPaANbaSqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZomxwXBnBew/s1600-h/deco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYPaANbaSqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZomxwXBnBew/s320/deco.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297317283857320610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even wants my kakak to decorate the plant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYPZ0OX-i_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/5v7efRobHWA/s1600-h/deco2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYPZ0OX-i_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/5v7efRobHWA/s320/deco2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297317077952924658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis with the '12 sheng shiao'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYPZjW6kMyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaCNqjhD_s/s1600-h/sis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYPZjW6kMyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bkaCNqjhD_s/s320/sis.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297316788187706146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, this is not a real cracker :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYPZTLS6kWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ms6fY0SZROY/s1600-h/cracker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYPZTLS6kWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ms6fY0SZROY/s320/cracker.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297316510190702946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom cooked all these and the shark fin soup turned out to be a lil odd...but who cares, I still get to drink shark fin soup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYPYy5iVwWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xpx0nJIrjWo/s1600-h/food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYPYy5iVwWI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xpx0nJIrjWo/s320/food.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297315955667747170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's obvious that I was the cameraman as usual... Not a reunion picture after all :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYPYqtvy6QI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gDKuKIi2Wl8/s1600-h/family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYPYqtvy6QI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gDKuKIi2Wl8/s320/family.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297315815064004866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the reason being my house was so nicely decorated is because my mom is expecting friends to come over to 'bai nian'. So, please don't waste her effort. Drop by my house today and collect your 'ang pau' :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-1191489601892422849?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/1191489601892422849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=1191489601892422849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1191489601892422849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/1191489601892422849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/01/reunion-dinner.html' title='Reunion dinner'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYPaANbaSqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZomxwXBnBew/s72-c/deco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079075702223513212.post-4769135262368970899</id><published>2009-01-30T00:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:56:01.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cooking Session</title><content type='html'>The 3 of us thought of cooking lunch for my aunt from Taiwan and my yi po since they treat us all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis busy preparing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYHcOywViUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/okXfRo0oG7c/s1600-h/cut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYHcOywViUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/okXfRo0oG7c/s320/cut.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296756783465204034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYHcbgpLH-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/yzQZxNswqyQ/s1600-h/sis+n+pizza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYHcbgpLH-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/yzQZxNswqyQ/s320/sis+n+pizza.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296757001941622754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's tasty... and guess what, pizza ain't that difficult to make after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYHcwgpwKCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/05uR-wL2tEA/s1600-h/pizza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYHcwgpwKCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/05uR-wL2tEA/s320/pizza.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296757362721302562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took almost 2 hours just for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYHc6FZN0kI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zKJJ5RPjupY/s1600-h/bro+n+salad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYHc6FZN0kI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zKJJ5RPjupY/s320/bro+n+salad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296757527202878018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was the nicest salad he'd ever made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYHdAmuQ5qI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VtfGzYFv3rs/s1600-h/salad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYHdAmuQ5qI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VtfGzYFv3rs/s320/salad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296757639228745378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, if I were given marks, definitely I get zero for my presentation/ decoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYHcCrkAmfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/A3HnurKoV6Y/s1600-h/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYHcCrkAmfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/A3HnurKoV6Y/s320/me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296756575376022002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the food were good but there was still leftovers and as mentioned in my previous post, my brother has to finish the remaining food all by himself for punishment...treat it as a buffet bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god it wasn't my punishment cause...&lt;br /&gt;good food= fat food&lt;br /&gt;fat food= good food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1079075702223513212-4769135262368970899?l=laibobo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/feeds/4769135262368970899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1079075702223513212&amp;postID=4769135262368970899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4769135262368970899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1079075702223513212/posts/default/4769135262368970899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laibobo.blogspot.com/2009/01/cooking-session.html' title='Cooking Session'/><author><name>bobo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153480585985081115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SRV5cLKlbMI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HANDcf0THXU/S220/Arsenal01.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vLwqYqai0FM/SYHcOywViUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/okXfRo0oG7c/s72-c/cut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
