<?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-5487553894307915658</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:51:00.421+08:00</updated><category term='Pop goes my heart'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Singaporean Cuisine Food Review'/><category term='Biliary atresia'/><category term='music and lyrics'/><category term='jostein gaarder'/><category term='catching up'/><category term='best friends'/><category term='how men and women shower'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='the solitaire mystery'/><category term='hope'/><category term='sense of purpose'/><title type='text'>my pursuit of happyness</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-8062072341007199293</id><published>2007-06-24T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:56:29.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dependence</title><content type='html'>Life keeps changing. And I can feel myself changing it's scary. So much so I want to cry at times. Not in a bad way of course, but it's simply one of those very overwhelming moments in life that you think back on all that has happened and you realize that you are not the same person you were before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in at Boon Lay MRT just yesterday, waiting to meet MY GORGEOUS. I missed her so much. Work really prevents us from meeting up as often as we did before. It was a saturday and I ended work at a bloody 6pm. Ok I am not really complaining because I did have work to finish up. Anyway, back to Boon Lay MRT. I was literally half asleep and sitting on the platform. There was a small wind blowing against my face and the view was one of those where you could really see far and wide, an almost perfect reflective moment. And I realized this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a very money minded person and getting bothered about income and expenditure. I see people every day who are struggling to make ends meet, and no chance to breathe at all. People every day who think about their next meal, who think about whether their children are able to go to school or to buy books. I mean I know these people exist, but today, these people shake my hand on a daily basis and even a simple question like "how are you" brings so much more than just "fine thank you&lt;br /&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I meet people who get nasty when the very basics of their life are being threatened. To take care of an elderly is not an easy task. Even with a maid. And definitely not easy for the maid as well. It requires one to step out of his or her comfort zone, to make tonnes of sacrifices. It is more than a mouthful and I definitely am unable to put everything in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it definitely puts Jesus' teachings in perspective. Always this talk about putting oneself out of one's comfort zone, etc. It's not really for one's own benefit, it's for the sake of those around you. And one day, we will be thankful if there is someone out there who is willing to sacrifice for us. We can't survive in this world alone. There is a need for dependence that we can't run away from. And it's not a bad thing at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love one another as I have loved you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-8062072341007199293?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/8062072341007199293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=8062072341007199293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/8062072341007199293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/8062072341007199293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/06/dependence.html' title='dependence'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-2191226165449035462</id><published>2007-06-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:21:11.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so close</title><content type='html'>i never felt so close to Jesus before. it's pretty weird considering how my parents keep saying how i have become disillusioned or straying away from God because i lost interest in mass and things like that. but somehow in some weird way, Jesus never felt so close to me before. everyday i feel Him so alive in the different people that i meet and talk to. i talk to Him a lot more too. everytime i want to blog about how alive He is now, words simply fail me. i just don't know how to describe how i feel. there is just so much to tell. it's not an exciting feeling or anything. more like just an affirmative feeling that He is out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank you for pointing me down this path and bringing me along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess whatever makes you tick huh. sounds a bit sacrilegious considering how mass is supposed to be the pinnacle of one's faith. i don't want to be a good catholic or whatever anymore. it's tiring trying to conform to standards set by others with all this labeling going on. i guess for now i shall continue to try to keep my faith as simple as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love one another as i have loved you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-2191226165449035462?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/2191226165449035462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=2191226165449035462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/2191226165449035462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/2191226165449035462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-close.html' title='so close'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=696311776914268784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/696311776914268784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/696311776914268784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/05/please-treasure-your-loved-ones.html' title='please treasure your loved ones..'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-9192652899249480202</id><published>2007-05-22T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:30:21.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweet taste of excellent company is still on my lips..</title><content type='html'>thanks bunch! you guys were fantastic. big shout out to my GAN NUER who took the trouble to organize and contact everyone. thanks so much GAN NUER! thanks so much to MY GORGEOUS (of course), MARILYN, KAREN, GREG and JON! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fabulous company is like this. there is particularly sweet after taste that you just long for even after it goes down your palate. the food and excellent service was just icing on the cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree with you jon. we should continue to do this, even after everyone has started working. i just hope that time does not escape us and we grab it by its throat, wrangle it and keep it under our seats and make sure it does not run away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-9192652899249480202?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/9192652899249480202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=9192652899249480202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/9192652899249480202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/9192652899249480202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweet-taste-of-excellent-company-is.html' title='the sweet taste of excellent company is still on my lips..'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-1011441676225823334</id><published>2007-05-22T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T11:46:28.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy (make the most of) your youth while it lasts</title><content type='html'>enjoy your youth while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone grows old. whether we like it or not. and whether we like it or not, growing old means our body starts to change and problems that we never had or never dream we would have will start coming out. and well, we can't really stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can minimize the problems by leading a healthy lifestyle when we are young. we can try to stay as positive, optimistic, compassionate and happy as much as possible as it will help too. not only will it help physically, but being helpful and good natured helps to build a strong support network, which will definitely come in useful in your later life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's good to start early. because old habits die hard. and we might realize that someday sometime later, we might be really really alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-1011441676225823334?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/1011441676225823334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=1011441676225823334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/1011441676225823334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/1011441676225823334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/05/enjoy-make-most-of-your-youth-while-it.html' title='enjoy (make the most of) your youth while it lasts'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-8680772083285901112</id><published>2007-05-21T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:38:40.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what does social work mean to me</title><content type='html'>today a patient of mine became very ill and very confused. no one knew why. i stood by and visited as often as i could. i tried to make him talk to me as much as possible. nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in some strange way, i felt like this was what social work is about. being there for your patient even though he does not know you are there. standing silent in the background praying that he will have the strength to pull through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it's enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-3626485681603725206</id><published>2007-05-19T08:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:58:55.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Birthday Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Looks like it's been a while since I last posted. It's Day 1 - post birthday. On a Saturday, and I am sitting in my office, procrastinating my work as usual. There are tonnes of paperwork that I have left undone till now. I am going to finish it by today, if not I am going to bring my work home to do over the weekend. Which I probably will not do as well. Back back to yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it has got to be one of my better birthdays. Small little celebration with MY GORGEOUS, my best friend DEXTER and his beau, MEL. Went to Merchant Court's Edinburgh Market Cafe to have a buffet. I would give it a 6.5/10. There is some variety of food but none of them were stuff to rave about. But the company was immense. I mean with MY GORGEOUS there, and my best friend of 10 years and his loving beau, it was absolutely fantastic. Well there was the food but I suspect that my defunct nose prevented me from fully enjoying the food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really really touched me were the presents. MY GORGEOUS gave me something that was breath-taking. She really outdone herself this time. It's so sweet I don't know what to say. Thank you so much MY GORGEOUS. The present really was perfect, more than perfect. It was sensational. I get so happy thinking of it. DEXTER and MEL gave me something really sweet as well. A cute kitty cup plus an even cuter kitty card. The kitty card is soooo cute. I will post pictures of it one day. It's really very very very cute. I have never seen such a cute card man. Lots and lots of lazy cats lying around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till later on too. Meeting ANDREW, an old pal who has been there for me for ages and for countless times. I can still remember the first time I saw him. Club Rainbow assigned him to be my befriender. I had no idea what was that about then. He came along to my house, and he and my parents talked and we arranged to meet up to go some place some time. And we did. What happened after was a blur. For him, it's 9 years of friendship, Really really old friend. For dinner, it's with the PNGS. Changi Airport Fish &amp; Co. My parents know me so well. They got me a belt and some stuff which you wear under your pants. My parents always know the right things to get me so I don't have to spend money getting them myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got patient's histories to write. And just comparing their lives and mine, it's so polarized. Working here really opened my eyes to another world. I hope I will never be a social worker who talks about my patients without feelings and emotions or a job to do. I feel sooooo terribly lucky and blessed to be able to have what I have - the friends that I have, the family that I have, the material comforts. I really thank God. I only hope now that I can make a difference in someone else's lives. It feels quite nostalgic going through my patient's histories. When you are in it, doing stuff for them and planning for them, you don't really get to reflect and know how they make you feel. Kinda get the of the iceberg only. But going through the histories, it's a really reflective experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I've not been a very good Catholic by anyone's standards. I kinda lost faith in the way of worship that I am supposed to do. I have taken the step to live my faith as simple as I can. But is it the right step? Please continue to guide me in my ways and how I speak to my patients, even though it does not seem right to ask for your help when I've been like neglecting you and all. Help me to always feel for them and always do what you would do for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-3626485681603725206?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/3626485681603725206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=3626485681603725206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/3626485681603725206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/3626485681603725206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/05/post-birthday-sunshine.html' title='Post Birthday Sunshine'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-6221416522510027506</id><published>2007-04-19T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:42:12.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a breather..</title><content type='html'>so i finally got to update the blog. work for almost two weeks already and i have started to skip lunches. i think my way of coping with stress is rather unhealthy. i would not call it stress but some would. but basically if i have something nagging me at the back of my mind, i want it resolved asap instead of having to wait around. and if it is not resolved, i got no appetite to eat. this has got to change though. must develop a hou lian pi like THOMAS, one of my new colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so work has been fun. not all the time but i like to meet patients and talk to them. but keeping in mind all the information that i have to get out of them makes everything not so fun anymore. sigh. this is always this constant time pressure nagging all of us. which makes sense considering it's a hospital la. the work environment is good though. everyone is friendly and nice. always willing to help out this poor slow soul who struggles to remember all the things he is supposed to remember. and the countless abbreviations that i must know also. wle = wah lau eh. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i at least get to see MY DARLING pretty often now that is exam time and she needs to study and she is just nearby. so that's what i look forward to at the end of everyday la. haha. and after going home to basically just slack and not think about anything. when you are studying, you think about studies. when you are not working, you think about when you need to start work. but now when you are working, there is nothing to think about. haha. okay maybe when i get more cases ill start thinking about them at home la, but more reflecting than thinking i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok should stop slacking now. before someone catches me. hahaha. 1.5 more hours to end work. and saturday i can go and cut my hair already! and eat the noodles! hair damn long man. haha. i can't wait for weekends. it's like the most fun. cuz wake up late. now i really treasure waking up late and sleeping a lot more than last time. but dont know whether can anot because got side project - website to do. not bad la, got money one so i don't feel so cheated. only hope this time payment dont come too late la. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiight. back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-6221416522510027506?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/6221416522510027506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=6221416522510027506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6221416522510027506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6221416522510027506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/04/breather.html' title='a breather..'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-3695402048014031144</id><published>2007-04-04T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T04:46:05.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quan Jia Fu</title><content type='html'>So I finally signed the contract! And well, AH SAN KOR KOR also got his job as a chef in Hilton Hotel. Pretty darn cool ah? Tomorrow he might be signing the contract if the HR dept gets it up on time. Ain't it fantastic! Double blessings! We supposed to go celebrate together. Hehehe. Oh and I get to wear lab coats too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tea with GAN NUER and MARK G today with MY GORGEOUS joining us later. Really Quan Jia Fu. Haha, so funny. We took some funny photos too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/040407QuanJiaFu/photo#5049585028027290514"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RhO61EKyk5I/AAAAAAAABSA/O1CTebquyZU/s400/DSC00149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/040407QuanJiaFu/photo#5049585092451799970"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RhO640Kyk6I/AAAAAAAABSI/skm0u5ObP5w/s400/DSC00150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/040407QuanJiaFu/photo#5049585461818987538"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RhO7OUKylBI/AAAAAAAABTA/-R7x20dhCGk/s400/DSC00163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/040407QuanJiaFu/photo#5049585569193169970"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RhO7UkKylDI/AAAAAAAABTQ/sSW__Xlbt0M/s400/DSC00165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a groupie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/040407QuanJiaFu/photo#5049585822596240498"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RhO7jUKylHI/AAAAAAAABTw/9HbPJn3RWw4/s400/DSC00171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Latest Update&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so I finally did it. Plucked up enough courage and had luck on my side. It's 4.30AM now and I am not tired. Everything seemed like they were back to normal and nothing happened. Hopefully (or rather I must-fully) keep the bridge going strong. It's such a big part of my life and somehow I can seem to only do so much about it. Perhaps one day I can do more. To repay back the debt that I would never be able to repay. To once again see true happiness for someone who deserves it more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. If there is anything that I can do or should have done but never did, please forgive me. I will never be able to repay you. And today probably meant nothing to you. This gift of life is precious, more precious to me than I ever let you know. Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-3695402048014031144?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/3695402048014031144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=3695402048014031144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/3695402048014031144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/3695402048014031144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/04/quan-jia-fu.html' title='Quan Jia Fu'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-2025098629895685163</id><published>2007-04-03T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T12:58:45.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals.... WHEEEEEEE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Otters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is super sweet. Be sure to watch right up to the 1:20+ mark. Really nice surprise towards the end. Warmed my heart immediately and I could not stop "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;awwwwww-ing&lt;/span&gt;". Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/epUk3T2Kfno"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/epUk3T2Kfno" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the white sleeping one is a male while the other is a female. Typical guy behavior right? Just sleep and sleep and sleep while the good caring wife takes care of him. Eternal love. Sigh. Otters are so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Knut the Cute Polar Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zZLKb_5S21E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zZLKb_5S21E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOO CUTE !!!! Teddy bear come to life! heee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-2025098629895685163?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/2025098629895685163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=2025098629895685163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/2025098629895685163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/2025098629895685163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/04/otter-love.html' title='Animals.... WHEEEEEEE...'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-2140989543913195438</id><published>2007-04-02T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T13:33:25.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Jesus - part 2</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is thank you Jesus part 2. The truth of the matter is I got a job. Starting pay is below 2k after the CPF cut but I guess it's aiight. Expected of my profession la unless you're working in a ministry or you have a damn good honors degree. Which I don't have for obvious reasons. Haha. But I'm glad I got the job. From what I heard from my boss, what I'm going to do is going to be what I really like. It's quite funny the whole episode really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied on Thursday through email. Ten minutes after sending in the email, they called me up and asked a few things about my resume and said they will be passing my resume down to the department. Few hours later in the evening, I got called in for an interview Friday morning. I got offered the job immediately. They just called again today to let me know of the terms of the contract and asked me to go down Wednesday to sign it and all. So basically, I got a job in under a week. Is that a record or what! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I said, really thank you Jesus la. He sent me great supportive parents who didn't nag too much at me to get a job and my mom especially who keeps looking out for jobs for me. She's really really sweet. :) I initially wanted to do something outside of social work, but somehow I just could not bring myself to apply to a bank, etc. I tried the Ministries which I did not get, again because of my results I think and well, I think jesus was slowly nudging me back to social work. Or maybe this is just a way to comfort myself. Either way, I don't really care. I'm not sad or disappointed. In fact i have this small little beam of enthusiasm in me that is waiting to start work. I'm worried about whether I am able to cope and all, and worried if i can actually make a difference in someone's lives and actually come to think of it, it worries me a lot. But I know God will lead me la. I just have to try my best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got the job and I tried to buy pants yesterday. Met up with MY GORGEOUS for mass then went Jurong Point to eat at Crystal Jade followed by the buying of pants. Man I hate shopping. The pants was like 40 bucks la. So damn expensive. A few pieces of cloth sewed together and it costs so much. I bet somewhere along the production line, there is some kinda slavery going on, or what they call bonded something. After hearing the documentary on BBC that day about poor little Indian children sold as bonded workers to people who make them sew silk cloths which will ultimately sell for thousands. And these little children are being paid close to nothing, live in squalor conditions and suffer from malnutrition. It's banned in India, but the authorities usually do not do anything about it. Grrrr. These people do not have hearts. By the time the world ends, I bet hell needs to do some expanding. Grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight, I got to reply this email from a girl from NJ. She has kidney problems too and her story is very poor thing. Me dad teared while reading her email. Never ever happened before so it's like really amazing. I really hope &lt;a href="http://www.kidskidneys.com/stories.html"&gt;KidsKidneys.Com&lt;/a&gt; goes somewhere and touches people's lives. The stories have stopped coming already. So sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the food we ate at Crystal Jade though! Pretty good, I shall try the porridge next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/010407Pants/photo#5048695376700283698"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RhCRsitgmzI/AAAAAAAABOM/vhDYhcPW6k8/s400/DSC00110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/010407Pants/photo#5048695419649956674"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RhCRvCtgm0I/AAAAAAAABOU/DQrd26lq7Xs/s400/DSC00112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/010407Pants/photo#5048695462599629650"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RhCRxitgm1I/AAAAAAAABOc/LEaMRvc5OYU/s400/DSC00114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unglam pictures of me. I should be fair to MY GORGEOUS since I always put up unglam pictures of her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/010407Pants/photo#5048695239261330178"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RhCRkitgmwI/AAAAAAAABOk/LzecQEoe7UM/s400/DSC00103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-2140989543913195438?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/2140989543913195438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=2140989543913195438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/2140989543913195438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/2140989543913195438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-you-jesus-part-2.html' title='Thank you Jesus - part 2'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-8329011498438440762</id><published>2007-03-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:20:38.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Jesus</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I begin updating without knowing whether I'll finish it. So much has passed, and I have to pen them all down before I forget it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING LONG POST AHEAD BUT WITH LOTS OF PICTURES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Outing At Billy Bombers@Central Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I begin with the outing with JON, GREG and JON! We went to Billy Bombers@Central Mall and it's like damn bloody quiet la. I think we can just scream and shout and no one will care. And we had like the whole staff waiting on us! Like V.I.P like that. Haha. Anyway, here are the photos! Had a great time talking about silly and euphemistic stuff like flossing the teeth and being cock-pecked. Whatever that means. Haha. But it was really great man. But yeah, I hope we dont get too busy to meet up in the future. Next time hopefully it will be a bigger grp with CAI, MY GORGEOUS, CAROL and GERG's BEAU (he will get one by then!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/260307BillyBombers/photo#5046254843985691170"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgfmC13cgiI/AAAAAAAAA_g/2h3Md9dPrcw/s400/DSC00692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/260307BillyBombers/photo#5046257395196265458"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgfoXV3cg_I/AAAAAAAABDI/KaVexFJynY4/s400/DSC00723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, MY GORGEOUS joined us later and we went off to eat Don's Chicken Pie. It's at the lane beside Chinatown Point. Big chunk of chicken pie that is pretty pricey but nonetheless worth it. I could not eat much of it but as you can see, MY GORGEOUS certainly enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/260307BillyBombers/photo#5046259203377497458"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgfqAl3chXI/AAAAAAAABGI/Mfvp4ApOlBY/s400/DSC00747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was super bright la and photos damn hard to take. Forget to set to a lower exposure some more. Stupid me. The photos turned out to be like we were in heaven or something. Haha. Here's a super funny picture of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/260307BillyBombers/photo#5046259276391941522"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgfqE13chZI/AAAAAAAABGY/4dNZp7fAStQ/s400/DSC00750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I still love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/260307BillyBombers/photo#5046257592764761138"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rgfoi13chDI/AAAAAAAABDo/P_ir7oaR86I/s400/DSC00727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty neat eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Momma's Sick so it's off to the doctor's again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMMA's taking a long time to recover. So I went to fetch her from work and met up with the family at our old hometown back in Toa Payoh. She went to see our old family doctor in hope of getting some better medicine because the doctor at our house seems really rotten and lousy and never prescribe proper medicine one. Bleahz. One good thing came out of it, we ate kwey chap. This bunch of people have been selling it for a very long time actually! And it is pretty good albeit super duper unhealthy. However, today's kway chup was not too good. I wonder why... Here's a picture that might either gross you out or make you drool la so take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/270307NothingMuch/photo#5047263155430922338"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rgt7GStgmGI/AAAAAAAABIY/VR0PkcwVSZs/s400/DSC00032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/270307NothingMuch/photo#5047263546272946354"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rgt7dCtgmLI/AAAAAAAABJA/FU8uW8g7v7c/s400/DSC00023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the name of the shop. It's along Lorong 4. The market there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a nice picture I took. Quite nice cuz of the wet sand and grass and all. If only I can get my feet dirty in it, but my MOMMA would most probably chop off my feet before letting me in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/270307NothingMuch/photo#5047263477553469602"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rgt7ZCtgmKI/AAAAAAAABI4/0Bblx9dKoEI/s400/DSC00037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GORGEOUS and i went to watch TMNT! Been waiting so long for it. Was half expecting it to be like lousy because it looked so dark and everything. But ultimately, it's not bad. Quite funny actually and I don't mind watching it again. MICHAELANGELO was fantastically funny la! He was so stupid and innocent, it's like soooooo cute. And SPLINTER looks like a cat/fox/mouse gone wrong. Haha. But still quite cute la. So totally enjoyed it plus my darling was right beside me so it made it all the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/310307ThankYouJesus/photo#5047736959043148034"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rg0qBStgmQI/AAAAAAAABJk/XfFazbY3rCY/s400/DSC00046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took picture with Shrek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/310307ThankYouJesus/photo#5047736993402886418"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rg0qDStgmRI/AAAAAAAABMc/e-kPBcHyfLU/s400/DSC00047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Captain Jack Sparrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards went to eat the Killeney bread and eggs. Was damn bloody good the last time but this time around it's not as yummy anymore. Looks like not going back there again. Man, super disappointing. I mean it is not totally grotesque but I guess my expectations are damn high now of that place so yeah. Oh well. The eggs were the best part of the dish la. So here's a shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/310307ThankYouJesus/photo#5047737195266349410"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rg0qPCtgmWI/AAAAAAAABKU/hthq3sqwk4s/s400/DSC00059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Final Part: Thank You Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post more about this later tomorrow or something. Feeling to saturated now and need some sleep. But yeah, Thank you Jesus so much. Everything really is under your control and I'm sure the path that you chose for me will help me to become a better person. I was skeptical but well, it might be just me, but I'm really beginning to see glimpses of your plan. Not totally clear glimpses but enough to know that you are watching over me and I should continue to trust in YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SMOTA (St. Mary's) for office of st. francis. Missed last week but this week managed to go again. Was good and all. I'm not saying I'm a good catholic and all but yeah, I think my faith is a lot simpler now. Just waiting to see if this was the right step. Anyway, SMOTA is a magnificent church and here's why (might not be perfect because my phone admittedly cannot take perfect pictures in low light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/310307ThankYouJesus/photo#5047737800856738258"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rg0qyStgmdI/AAAAAAAABMk/Sw-orytqeeY/s400/DSC00072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/310307ThankYouJesus/photo#5047737942590659074"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rg0q6itgmgI/AAAAAAAABMo/FdOBEKjvttQ/s400/DSC00075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/310307ThankYouJesus/photo#5047738075734645298"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rg0rCStgmjI/AAAAAAAABMs/0EYJG0x2Cyc/s400/DSC00078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/310307ThankYouJesus/photo#5047738157339023954"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rg0rHCtgmlI/AAAAAAAABMM/lY1941lKVYQ/s400/DSC00080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-8329011498438440762?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/8329011498438440762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=8329011498438440762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/8329011498438440762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/8329011498438440762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-you-jesus.html' title='Thank You Jesus'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-2069982979948946060</id><published>2007-03-25T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:28:21.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow England Blow.</title><content type='html'>So today was spent in school with MY GORGEOUS. I keep going to school a lot I realized. Not that I regretted it though. Haha. What was pretty sad was that when we wanted to eat Subway, the bread were cooling down and we couldn't eat. Sad. Went to eat at Munchies instead and well, Munchies just dont cut it when compared to Subway. I long for the jalapenos and pickles man. Here's what we ate!&lt;div class="more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/240307JellyLegs/photo#5045792825763725506"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgZB113cgMI/AAAAAAAAA80/ZHXnrdiXxrQ/s400/DSC00667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/240307JellyLegs/photo#5045792774224117938"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgZBy13cgLI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Wl7MJLanxoA/s400/DSC00665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a nice picture of us together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/240307JellyLegs/photo#5045792460691505186"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgZBgl3cgCI/AAAAAAAAA7k/5acwWLZg8Qc/s400/DSC00656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after sending MY GORGEOUS home, I went to meet my buds at MEL's place for soccer. It's been a long time since I last played man and was so damn tired. Score was 10-9 so it means there were plenty of goals. Played lots of winning eleven too and as usual the game played like a million times over will not be able to keep us of it. Was supposed to watch the England game but it got too boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McClaren should just drop either LAMPARD or GERARD. Ok he should just drop LAMPARD. He thinks he is still at Chelsea. England needs to just drop back to the usual 4-4-2 with 2 wingers, a ball winner and playmaker. And someone to partner ROONEY up front. I can't think of any right now and I might be biased but ALAN SMITH and ROONEY should be a pretty good combination. SMITHY can hold the ball up pretty well and he's aggressive and should provide the spark that England so needs. He really makes the ideal captain actually if he learns to keep his temper under control. Right, so now's my ideal lineup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GK - Robinson, Paul&lt;br /&gt;DR - Neville, Gary&lt;br /&gt;DL - Cole, Ashley (Carragher, Jamie)&lt;br /&gt;DC - Terry, John&lt;br /&gt;DC - Ferdinand, Rio&lt;br /&gt;MR - Lennon, Aaron&lt;br /&gt;ML - Wright-Phillips, Shaun (Downing, Stuart)&lt;br /&gt;MC - Gerard, Steven (Carrick, Michael)&lt;br /&gt;MC - Hargreaves, Owen&lt;br /&gt;FC - Smith, Alan&lt;br /&gt;FC - Rooney, Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks pretty darn good right? Captains will either be GERARD or SMITHY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great meeting the guys la. MY GORGEOUS were saying like they are very different from what she was expecting and I agree. But somehow, we still end up as best friends. Which is like weird because in Jc1 I never did spend much time with them being at home or at the hospital most of the time. It was in Jc2 that we really started hanging out which also wasn't much because my parents were still very protective then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has been fantastic knowing them. They along with DEXTER are my bestest buds. Definitely and without a doubt. People I'll place my life in if need be and likewise as well. According to Hans Thomas' Dad (A Solitaire Mystery) we should continue to marvel at human life and never stop marvelling at it. Because our lives, our relationships, our thoughts are all very sophisticated stuff which an even more sophisticated God has created. They are mighty precious too! Anyway here are some pics. I'm not sure why but the quality ain't fantastic. I must really learn to control the lighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/240307JellyLegs/photo#5045793250965487970"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgZCOl3cgWI/AAAAAAAAA-E/jH0jfsdaD-U/s400/DSC00678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could put up more but I'm lazy! Oh wait, here is a chocolate cake that I was taking crumbs of. It was MEL's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/240307JellyLegs/photo#5045793538728296914"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgZCfV3cgdI/AAAAAAAAA-8/YxXRTVmLlZ8/s400/DSC00687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/240307JellyLegs/photo#5045793332569866626"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgZCTV3cgYI/AAAAAAAABHQ/oaQwXlwx_zg/s400/DSC00680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What someone looks like engrossed in Winning Eleven. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's 2 fantastic shots I captured whilst in school. Not bad eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/240307JellyLegs/photo#5045792400561963010"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgZBdF3cgAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/PCNQkvJiMzc/s400/DSC00654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/240307JellyLegs/photo#5045793104936599858"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgZCGF3cgTI/AAAAAAAAA9s/EZW-PO2665I/s400/DSC00675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-2069982979948946060?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/2069982979948946060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=2069982979948946060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/2069982979948946060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/2069982979948946060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/blow-england-blow.html' title='Blow England Blow.'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-1902106555492317448</id><published>2007-03-24T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:09:31.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Weather Momma</title><content type='html'>MOMMA's still feeling under the weather. She gets sick ever so often. Tried making barley for her but I forgot to take out the barley seeds so basically at the end of it all, there was like only one quarter of barley water left. Bleahz. Anyway, MOMMA should really start taking more vitamin c's. She's always bugging us to to eat more of those vitamins but I think these days, we should be the one bugging her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But big big props to DEXTER, my  best friend of 10 years for bringing lunch for us from his hometown back in braddell or rather our old hometown as well. There is this fishball noodles that is absolutely ravishing and I still swear by it being the best fishball noodles in Singapore. Here are some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/230307UnderTheWeatherMomma/photo#5045377111584177970"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgTHwF3cfzI/AAAAAAAAA5w/WEB6NzmEVW4/s400/DSC00627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kway Teow Noodles Dry (for me and DA MAN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/230307UnderTheWeatherMomma/photo#5045377042864701202"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgTHsF3cfxI/AAAAAAAAA5g/_VmTqS2sV7s/s400/DSC00624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mee Pok Soup (for MOMMA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/230307UnderTheWeatherMomma/photo#5045377180303654738"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgTH0F3cf1I/AAAAAAAAA6A/TroTRPle0us/s400/DSC00629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, he was really really sweet, buying lunch for MOMMA and me. And he had to take like the train instead of the car. Man, I'm so blessed. Thanks a bunch dude. I really really appreciate it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/54/Edward_Colston_1895_statue.jpg/180px-Edward_Colston_1895_statue.jpg" align="right" vspace="10"&gt;Was listening to BBC and today seems to be the day to commemorate the end of slave trading in England. However, in Bristol, right smack in the middle of the city square, this is this statue which everyone walks by everyday and no one knows what he is about. It seems like ignorance is not resigned to locals eh? Haha. Well this is a statue of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Colston"&gt;Edward Colston&lt;/a&gt;. He was a slave trader and his statue is still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really makes me wonder. In a survey done sometime ago, 90% of the city felt that no apology should be given to the slaves and their families. One man interviewed even said that the statue should not be taken down because it's part of the city's history. I'm like WTF. How would they feel if Hitler's statue remained in the city square? I mean if Hitler had taken control of Bristol at that time or something. Or basically some aristocrat who tortured his family and made his family slaves. Would he still claim that the statue should not be taken down because it marked a time in her history? But with everything, there is more than meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted that he did donate much of his wealth generously to schools and other causes. He founded quite a number of schools and founded almshouses with the money he got from exploiting slaves, but still I do not think that having his statue there is very fair to the families of the slaves still living in Bristol. I mean there are already enough reminders about it around with Colston Girls' School, Colston Tower, Colston Hill, etc. He is definitely someone who can be said as a major contributor in the history of Bristol but having a statue there seems over the line already. At least to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, "liberation without safety is useless." Wonder if it makes sense. This was taken from an Iraqi civilian interviewed by the BBC. These are the people who felt that perhaps Saddam should remain in power. But perhaps the route to liberation is not a safe one. You can't have one without sacrificing the other. I don't know. It's not for me to say. I'm not living in a city where police have to collect 50 - 60 motor victims every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-1902106555492317448?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/1902106555492317448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=1902106555492317448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/1902106555492317448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/1902106555492317448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/under-weather-momma.html' title='Under the Weather Momma'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-8906647285491359463</id><published>2007-03-23T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T03:46:12.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singaporean Cuisine Food Review'/><title type='text'>There is no way to Peace. Peace is the way.</title><content type='html'>Been tuning in to 88.9FM a lot recently when I'm driving. There is no music, just news after news after news. I think what is special about BBC is that it's not just a reporting of news but they offer insight and perspective from different people, especially interviewing the citizens living in that particular area, etc. There is basically not just 1 single perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hydeparkassociates.com/images/iraq-civilian-casualties.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl fleeing from violence like many other Iraqis who are trying to find new life in the neighboring countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just off the top of my head, there is still lots of fighting and casualties in Iraq, especially Baghdad. &lt;div class="more"&gt;Fighting in the capital of Somalia between the government and the insurgents, Iceland seemingly letting the environment taking a back seat, likewise for the EU. They are going to implement a freer air travel policy so that planes arriving in the United States need not come from their own country. This means more pollution with more flights going around. I sometimes think that the world is going to end very soon and I believe much of Singapore is oblivious that the country outside is in chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sheltered and we are protected and I think that we have been brought up so. No two ways about it. We just don't know about what is going on and even if we do, we have the mentality that we cannot do something about it or someone else will do something about it. I don't know if it's good or bad but this lack of passion is so unreal to me. There is definitely compassion. Who wouldn't cry when they see children getting mutilated and killed? But are we passionate enough to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another completely irrelevant note, met up with MY GORGEOUS today for dinner after her tuition. Went to pick her up and went for dinner at Bukit Timah Plaza under the recommendation of JEM to eat at Liu San.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/220307ThereIsNoWayToPeacePeaceIsTheWay/photo#5044804601033555682"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgK_Dl3cfuI/AAAAAAAAA5I/qcCrdnrJGoo/s400/DSC00622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered the following:&lt;br /&gt;1) Beef noodle soup&lt;br /&gt;2) Braised pork rice&lt;br /&gt;3) Pan-friend dumplings&lt;br /&gt;4) Soya bean milk (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dou jiang&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;5) Rice milk (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mi jiang&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;6) Hazelnut cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a spread! We paid about $22.10 in all. Here's a short review of each of the foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/220307ThereIsNoWayToPeacePeaceIsTheWay/photo#5044803703385390530"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgK-PV3cfcI/AAAAAAAAA24/5MGQkWjSElU/s400/DSC00594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mi jiang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dou jiang&lt;/span&gt;. The dou jiang tastes like any other soya bean drink. What was unique was the mi jiang which I have never tried before. I thought it tasted like sesame but MY GORGEOUS said it tasted like sugar cane. Go figure. But it has a nice taste which might have to get used to for some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/220307ThereIsNoWayToPeacePeaceIsTheWay/photo#5044804038392839730"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgK-i13cfjI/AAAAAAAAA3w/1wg1KtLUdGc/s400/DSC00604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Braised Pork Rice&lt;/span&gt;. This was fantastic. The texture of the rice is very similar to the Japanese one which I like. The pork was well seasoned and the gravy was very tasty. Some might find it a little too salty but I really like the richness of it because I could still taste the pork. I never liked parsley but the addition of it to this dish was really good because it added to the flavor unlike other dishes which taste purely of parsley. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/220307ThereIsNoWayToPeacePeaceIsTheWay/photo#5044804472184536754"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgK-8F3cfrI/AAAAAAAAA4w/NevLEQtg27A/s400/DSC00618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef Noodle Soup. Another fantastic dish. Noodles were like Udon. Soup was fabulous. Purely beef soup with not a tinge of MSG. The beef was not like some crummy beef slices but thick beef chunks. Full of juice and texture as well. This dish is really good because it does not disguise it with artificial flavors. It's like a you want beef noodle soup, we give you beef noodle soup in its full glory. No hiding behind extra ingredients or seasonings. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8.5/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/220307ThereIsNoWayToPeacePeaceIsTheWay/photo#5044804308975779458"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgK-yl3cfoI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/f21WUfQkeQU/s400/DSC00614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pan-fried dumplings&lt;/span&gt;. Not the best I tasted but not bad la. It's juicy enough and with enough stuffing inside. But yes, I've tasted better. Unlike some places though where it's really like eating fried wanton or something or with stuffing that is negligible, this one is not too bad. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6.5/10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hazelnut cake&lt;/span&gt;. We kinda finished it too fast so didn't take a picture but it was really good. Very smooth texture and has an amount of sweetness that is perfect. I didn't crunch on any hazelnut though but I think it's supposed to be like that. Very nice. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7.5/10.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say something about the chili though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/220307ThereIsNoWayToPeacePeaceIsTheWay/photo#5044804562378850002"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgK_BV3cftI/AAAAAAAAA5A/f0nXK590tAk/s400/DSC00621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedap la. This chilli rocks man. It's spicy enough for me and it's like belachan with a tinge of lime. Fantastic. I like this kind of chili. Some more can tell it's home made belachan. Not the factory types. One of the best chilis I've tasted. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems that the highest rating goes to the chili. But the service was impeccable as well. The store owner as well as the staff were so friendly and so warm it created a very nice homely atmosphere. MY GORGEOUS noted that it helped that the place was small. But it's a real pleasure eating there and I will definitely go again and recommend it to people as well! Must talk to the boss more next time. It seems he has a wealth of knowledge to share about chinese cuisine. He seemed to have fused China chinese cuisine with Japanese cuisine and done it really well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off, here's unglam pictures of MY GORGEOUS and I. Wanted to put only her unglam picture but since I love her so much, I'll just put up both! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/220307ThereIsNoWayToPeacePeaceIsTheWay/photo#5044804227371400802"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgK-t13cfmI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/6uFK_qIoMZg/s400/DSC00609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/220307ThereIsNoWayToPeacePeaceIsTheWay/photo#5044803870889115138"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RgK-ZF3cfgI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/zZm8GGcHhCA/s400/DSC00599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we look sweet as a couple! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-8906647285491359463?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/8906647285491359463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=8906647285491359463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/8906647285491359463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/8906647285491359463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-is-no-way-to-peace-peace-is-way.html' title='There is no way to Peace. Peace is the way.'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-2035556888814670278</id><published>2007-03-21T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T12:52:00.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!</title><content type='html'>Woke up at a surprising time today. Like 9:00am !! It's been a while since I woke up at this time. I wanted to capture the morning view so I proceeded to my lift landing to look for a good shot. Sadly, I'm surrounded by flats. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/boybenjy/210307TMNT/photo#5044231648101301362"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/boybenjy/RgC19V3cfHI/AAAAAAAAA0A/1Swj2oNJpT0/s400/DSC00564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the right, where you can see the rough horizon. That's J.B. I'm that close to the edge of Singapore. And there's the shipyard too. Too bad I don't have a better view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/boybenjy/210307TMNT/photo#5044231776950320258"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/boybenjy/RgC2E13cfII/AAAAAAAAA0I/T_VMXz9Q-bU/s400/DSC00565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on the 13th floor, I do have a nice view &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied MOM to the doctors. Poor MOM, she's sick again. She's always falling sick. She likes sleeps a lot but still falls sick a lot. I am once again reminded of this awful phrase I heard some time back. Like the moment you see your parents sleeping a lot more than usual, it's a clear sign they are growing old. And I don't mean growing old in a nice romantic way, but more like old being the body breaking down and not being able to function as well as before. Really really scary, I can't imagine living without my parents. Sigh. I hate losing loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was pretty good. Had curry chicken. My camera does not seem to be able to capture color well in low light conditions or something. My curry chicken turned a dull color. Thankfully I remembered the other settings and got a much nicer picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/boybenjy/210307TMNT/photo#5044233280188874066"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/boybenjy/RgC3cV3cfVI/AAAAAAAAA1w/u3da8y5zNgo/s400/DSC00578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is coming out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bettadont.com/images/tmnt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit too dark for my liking. What happened to the good ol' light green turtles who are funny and stuff. These turtles don't look cute and all! I want back the fat guys! I still have the toys. Used to have a lot more than just the toys but they have all been given away when my family moved into the smaller flat. My all time favorite is RAPHAEL. He's just so cool and his weapons are like the coolest of them all. I can still remember the name - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt;. I think I still have the weapons somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember I was pretty irritated with the toys. They had straps around the bodies but it did not reflect the cartoon. So I actually cut them out! As you can see from the photos, they look very different from the ones you see on the shelf. Ok they are a lot dustier. But mine looks closest to the cartoon. Haha. I really cannot wait for the movie. It will be like back to the good ol' days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my precious toys. I'll never sell them. Not for a million bucks. They are the guardians of my childhood memories. They are really really dusty now so I kinda put them in a bucket of soap water. Will take them out in a bit. Okay here's what they look like before they went in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/boybenjy/210307TMNT/photo#5044233460577500530"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/image/boybenjy/RgC3m13cfXI/AAAAAAAAA2A/r2NNcK3t7Fw/s400/DSC00580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowabunga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/boybenjy/210307TMNT/photo#5044233559361748354"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/boybenjy/RgC3sl3cfYI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Hac35bXCUkU/s400/DSC00581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RALPH my man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/boybenjy/210307TMNT/photo#5044233640966126994"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/boybenjy/RgC3xV3cfZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/z1_-RzRKYQw/s400/DSC00582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's a party to the max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental note: My room gets too dusty too often and too soon. I can't be bothered to clean it anymore. Why is Sembawang always so dusty? Living near a shipyard is so not fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-2035556888814670278?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/2035556888814670278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=2035556888814670278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/2035556888814670278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/2035556888814670278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/teenage-mutant-ninja-turtles.html' title='Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-2259175136551414105</id><published>2007-03-21T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:47:45.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music and lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop goes my heart'/><title type='text'>Pop Goes My Heart</title><content type='html'>Groovy day! I love 80s music. Pop! Goes My Heart is a terrific song and the MTV is even better. Check it out below! And if you have not caught Music and Lyrics, I urge you to do it right away. Definitely definitely. I give it like 10 thumbs up or 11 if I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0A7dtdc-nU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0A7dtdc-nU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with MY GORGEOUS today and so the day was naturally fantastic. But met up with GERG, HUIYI and GAN NUER too! 4 of us like squeezed into the tiny room. Too bad MY GORGEOUS wasn't there! She was having a meeting for her presentation tomorrow which she will bring the house down of course. Anyway, it was great seeing them la, listening to Pop! and like just talking nonsense. Great bunch of people there, one of the nicest that I've met in my life so big big props to them. Oh here's a jazzy photo taken with GERG.&lt;div class="more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/boybenjy/200307PopGoesMyHeart/photo#5044053819275377682"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/image/boybenjy/RgAUOV3cfBI/AAAAAAAAAzU/a7Uko-13urE/s400/DSC00560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy eh? Stop drooling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of the puking. Talking to DEXTER now actually. Must take a picture with him soon man. Anyway, today was just talking about him with MY GORGEOUS. And I must say it's pretty cool that we have been friends until now considering we have only been classmates for 2 years. It helped a lot that he stayed near me. And it helped a lot that he was a damn bloody good friend. I mean like he's always there for me and stuff, I mean always. He's always like coming down to my place last time to talk and all and like when i wanna eat the kway teow mee at my old place, he will always accompany me one. Talk about best friend and DEXTER definitely comes to mind. Ok ok, mental note to take his picture soon and also to take pictures of the sumptuous fishball kway teow noodles at my old place. Maybe take photo with the lao ban also. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship feels great. Especially those that last you through good times and bad times. Here's a big toast to friendship, to eternal friendship! And another big toast to love! Hee, an excuse to end today with a photo. A most beautiful photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/boybenjy/200307PopGoesMyHeart/photo#5044053385483680706"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/image/boybenjy/RgAT1F3ce8I/AAAAAAAAAys/Zs5CVE2FHXk/s400/DSC00546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-2259175136551414105?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/2259175136551414105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=2259175136551414105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/2259175136551414105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/2259175136551414105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/pop-goes-my-heart.html' title='Pop Goes My Heart'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-4418220988006500406</id><published>2007-03-20T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T02:35:31.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music and lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jostein gaarder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the solitaire mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Music and Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Caught "Music and Lyrics" today! Awesome awesome show! Caught it with MY GORGEOUS (who else!) and watching a romantic comedy with her is just so perfect la. Just so you know what show I am talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gazetteandherald.co.uk/_images/db/40/18/music.401884.full.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those few good romantic comedies. After all, the movie does star HUGH GRANT (Notting Hill, About a Boy) and DREW BARRYMORE (The Wedding Singer, 51st Dates). I mean with these two romantic powerhouses, the movie has to be pretty good. And it did not disappoint. &lt;div class="more"&gt;BARRYMORE's demure sweetness with GRANT's charming wit was an extremely romantic combination, giving the audience this feeling of wanting to wrap themselves up with their loved ones and giggle to each other. And like all good romantic comedies should, there should not be a devastating climax. A good romantic comedy, in my opinion, should have a sad climax where you keep the audience waiting when is it going to change to a happy ending. But it should not be a devastatingly wailingly, sad climax that you absolutely bring the audience back down to earth with a crashing sound. No no, it should just dip a little, and then you feel so good once again. So to all budding directors, do remember yeah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, MY GORGEOUS and i went to our usual hangout, KFC. Haha. I mean it's like the best fast food in the world la with Carl's Junior coming in close. As usual, there are photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/190307MusicAndLyrics/photo#5043675767723009266"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rf68Y2FgJPI/AAAAAAAAAww/cC-afjq1Bhs/s400/DSC00531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/190307MusicAndLyrics/photo#5043675406945756338"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rf68D2FgJLI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/los0C-oNcdg/s400/DSC00527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I met her today, I was having a quiet solitary lunch at Cavanna. I wonder if anyone of you have heard it before but it's like a chicken rice cafe of sorts. $5.50 for a plate of chicken rice plus a soft drink. I added some oyster green for $1. Not too shabby and the food was pretty good also. It was chicken cutlet rice. Here are some photos for you to judge. It's not the best cutlet rice out there, but it's not that bad la. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6.5/10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/190307MusicAndLyrics/photo#5043674663916414002"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rf67YmFgJDI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/xTOFY9BDJoI/s400/DSC00519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/190307MusicAndLyrics/photo#5043674835715105874"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rf67imFgJFI/AAAAAAAAAvg/6y0M-YvGjAY/s400/DSC00521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/190307MusicAndLyrics/photo#5043675003218830450"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rf67sWFgJHI/AAAAAAAAAvw/fNiRPfDAJDI/s400/DSC00523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also reading a book by JOSTEIN GAARDER. Always wanted to pick it up and read it since it's lying around my sister's room but always forgot. WTH have I been so busy with man. Anyway, it's called Sophie's World...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/190307MusicAndLyrics/photo#5043674573722100770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rf67TWFgJCI/AAAAAAAAAyM/CMkMgsJp9qg/s400/DSC00518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really great philosophy book. Told through an innocent child. I always liked stories like these. Both &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hayao_Miyazaki"&gt;HAYAO MIYAZAKI&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jostein_Gaarder"&gt;JOSTEIN GAARDER&lt;/a&gt; do a fantastic job of this, telling stories through little children, presenting complex, seemingly adult concepts with simple perspectives of children. At the same time, mocking our adult intellect and our seemingly impeccable ability to complicate things. They also offer interesting perspectives into human behavior, very much like a psychologist, but in this case, more of a philosophical psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one interesting observation that HANS THOMAS (the boy in the book) made about vanity. He came across this woman who was looking at herself in the mirror, putting on her makeup and subsequently smiling to herself, obviously happy at what she had done. And this is what he said about it (in loose terms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people have such bad memories, that they forget themselves so easily, so much so that they have to continuously look at their mirrors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then went on about how people are always &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;trying to find themselves&lt;/span&gt;. And they always seem to want to find themselves somewhere other than where they are. It's like how we are always trying to look to the heavens or to look for miracles or Martians when just beneath our noses, our lives and the people around us are already miracles that we can study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this whole chunk about the miracle of life. Just imagine, we have 2 parents. And 4 grand parents. And 8 great grandparents. And the list goes on all the way back. So technically, just a slight change of plan could alter our being. We would have never come into existence if one of our great great great great grandmother did not meet our great great great great grandfather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sometimes we forget that our very existence is miracle enough, something that we should study instead of always trying to find someone else in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's so true. We are never satisfied with what we see in the mirror or what we have. It's like a natural human weakness or something. We always want more and more and more when what we have is already  more than enough. Could it be that most people are just so terrified of what they see in the mirror everyday they just want to run away from it by indulging themselves in materials that can change how they look or how they look at themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with the "me" that God has given us? Is it not a beautiful enough miracle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure, these certainly are miracles. (ALMOST as beautiful as MY GORGEOUS! Hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/190307MusicAndLyrics/photo#5043673615944393698"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rf66bmFgI-I/AAAAAAAAAuo/TtzDocRVhH0/s400/DSC00514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-4418220988006500406?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/4418220988006500406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=4418220988006500406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/4418220988006500406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/4418220988006500406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/music-and-lyrics.html' title='Music and Lyrics'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-6272801548683376590</id><published>2007-03-19T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:48:40.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how men and women shower'/><title type='text'>Do You Shower Like a Woman or a Man</title><content type='html'>Check out this really hugely funny video! Please do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are a guy who bathes like a girl or a girl who bathes like a guy, maybe you should consider ummm, I don't know, visit a doctor or sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qehxjub5lyo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qehxjub5lyo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment and tell me if you bathe like a GIRL or a GUY or like IN BETWEEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-6272801548683376590?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/6272801548683376590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=6272801548683376590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6272801548683376590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6272801548683376590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-shower-like-woman-or-man.html' title='Do You Shower Like a Woman or a Man'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-6257121633943756887</id><published>2007-03-19T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:17:44.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biliary atresia'/><title type='text'>Hurrah, prayers have been answered!</title><content type='html'>No no, I haven't found a job. But MARISSA CLAIRE TAN is doing great! Turns out she does not have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Biliary Atresia&lt;/span&gt;. Don't know what Biliary Atresia is? Here's a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;snootyish knowledge snippet&lt;/span&gt; just for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Biliary Atresia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biliary atresia is a rare condition in newborn infants in which the common bile duct between the liver and the small intestine is blocked or absent. If unrecognised, the condition leads to liver failure but not (as one might think) to kernicterus. It has no known cause, and the only effective treatment is by surgery or liver transplantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, the symptoms are indistinguishable from neonatal jaundice, a common phenomenon. Symptoms are usually evident between two and six weeks after birth. Besides jaundice, other symptoms include pale stools, dark urine, swollen abdomen and large hardened liver. Prolonged jaundice that is resistant to phototherapy and/or exchange transfusions should prompt a search for secondary causes. By this time, liver enzymes are generally measured, and these tend to be grossly deranged, hyperbilirubinaemia is conjugated and therefore does not lead to kernicterus. Ultrasound investigation or other forms of imaging can confirm the diagnosis. Further testing include radioactive scans of the liver and a liver biopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness she's aiight now! She has a liver infection but it needs to be confirmed. Thing is she does not have a chronic illness so really praise and thank God for granting us this miracle. Big props to Mother Mary too for interceding for us! Hurrah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a super unglam picture of MARISSA but who cares, she's all well now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307CatchingUp/photo#5042182519263336994"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfluSWFgGiI/AAAAAAAAAbM/fKH2woFJgko/s400/DSC00313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-6257121633943756887?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/6257121633943756887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=6257121633943756887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6257121633943756887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6257121633943756887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/hurrah-prayers-have-been-answered.html' title='Hurrah, prayers have been answered!'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-6964534768915055528</id><published>2007-03-19T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:04:51.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Patricks Day and my usual Monthly Reminder</title><content type='html'>today's like checkup day. the usual la, nothing special. i know my results beforehand already so it ain't too bad. Creatinine was 100 so it's pretty good. Anything close to 2 digits is pretty darn good already. Calcium was a little high but nothing to worry about. Oh today was like examination day for the medical students too. i was never called to one of these, although the pay's like pretty good. One day and you earn like 70 bucks. So too bad. Met DR. LING QI, my houseman when I went for my fistula operation. She was in charge of the food although she did mention it was the patients. Saw her eating and eating so I'm not really sure anymore. Took a picture with her! Poor IAN MATTHEWS, I hope he did well too! Took photo of dear DR. PARRY as well! The nice ol' doctor who never got angry, or rather I never seen him angry. :D Smashing fellow and treats his patients with care and tenderness. Well her are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/170307SaintPatricksDay/photo#5043163927880408898"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rfzq32FgH0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/VNMMa1vnwtI/s400/DSC00425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams exams exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/170307SaintPatricksDay/photo#5043164782578900930"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfzrpmFgH8I/AAAAAAAAAmY/PeGviuMMTdM/s400/DSC00436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. PARRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/170307SaintPatricksDay/photo#5043165890680463458"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfzsqGFgIGI/AAAAAAAAAno/xBtKFWt1c-4/s400/DSC00447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been here every month or more since 1998. Almost 10 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/170307SaintPatricksDay/photo#5043166363126866082"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfztFmFgIKI/AAAAAAAAAoI/v95gzhfMT04/s400/DSC00452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chose this photo cuz DR. LING QI looks way fatter than me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/170307SaintPatricksDay/photo#5043166899997778162"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rfztk2FgIPI/AAAAAAAAAow/kJvArxRDpkQ/s400/DSC00459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monthly shopping spree. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/170307SaintPatricksDay/photo#5043167368149213490"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfzuAGFgITI/AAAAAAAAApQ/h7ZDWpdatko/s400/DSC00463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boneless chicken rice at Ghim Moh. One of the best out there. Meat is tender and juicy. Rice and chilli also sedap man! Couldn't get a shot because we finished the food before I remembered to take photos! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month, I am always reminded of my mortality. How fragile life is and how precious it is. How much I must take care of myself because so many people care about me. There is always the usual jitters about whether my blood results are good and all and I really wonder when I can just go to the clinic every month and relax and know that everything is swell. But life has taught me to always be prepared by unforseen circumstances so year. I am also always reminded that I am one of the lucky few who are doing well after the transplant. Not everyone is as lucky as my sister and me and I am very grateful and appreciative. Not as appreciative as I could be and there is always my cousin at the back of my mind, me wondering how am I supposed to get through to him. But that's another thing altogether la. I really wonder when I can finally look back at 80 years of my life that have passed and go "those were the days" or something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the hospital trip it was down to Saint Mary of the Angels to help out with the Saint Patricks Day. Upon the beckoning of MY GORGEOUS of course. Here is an absolutely fantastic picture of her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/170307SaintPatricksDay/photo#5043168592214892994"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfzvHWFgIcI/AAAAAAAAAqY/k6Bga3fp5l0/s400/DSC00473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, isn't she the most fabulicious and most sensationally beautiful girl in the whole wide world?! She makes Angelina Jolie look like pang sai! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Patricks Day to me was a blast. I wasn't sure of how it turned out overall but from my side, it was fantastic. There were Irish tap dancers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/170307SaintPatricksDay/photo#5043169799100703362"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfzwNmFgIoI/AAAAAAAAAr4/yWiz5cdnfE4/s400/DSC00485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention the food,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/170307SaintPatricksDay/photo#5043170031028937378"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfzwbGFgIqI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hlT8cQE-6YI/s400/DSC00493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting up of old pals, my "MOTHER NAT" and "FATHER ALPH". missed them so much! Here's family picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/170307SaintPatricksDay/photo#5043169674546651762"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfzwGWFgInI/AAAAAAAAArw/SoW18hp8FRw/s400/DSC00484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fr. J.P. dancing. LOL. Million dollar picture man. Should send to DANIEL to include in the next bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/170307SaintPatricksDay/photo#5043170533540111090"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rfzw4WFgIvI/AAAAAAAAAsw/a-meV_Tv-fo/s400/DSC00498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here's like another classic picture. TREVOR, NICK, TERENCE and i were like deciding where to dump the ice. And TREVOR just went like, oh the plants. So NICK and i happily just dumped the ice on the plants. what was hilarious was that we're not talking about a few cubes of ice. Not even a cup of ice. But like a whole barrel full of ice! Haha. And after we dumped he was like "I MEANT THE SOIL AROUND THE PLANT" But by then we were laughing hilariously. And like after we had to start pushing the ice back on the soil because the plant looked so poor thing, flattened and all. Actually it does look like some exotic french dish or something la. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/170307SaintPatricksDay/photo#5043170232892400322"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rfzwm2FgIsI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zElhqqWWM4k/s400/DSC00495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, today was great. Spent time with the some of the closest and dearest people to me. Made new friends, got closer to aquaintences as well. I can feel God calling a bit, to some youth work to be done. There is an opportunity here, only whether I want to take it up or not. It's new too, and I like starting and working new things from the ground up. But my job thing is still hanging in the balance and I really hope that it gets settled soon. I would really just take any job now, just to get the groove back on if that's what they call it these days. I can feel my social skills getting a little bit dulled with so little people interaction with me spending quite a bit of time at home and all. Oh well. So here's ending off with another not so gorgeous picture (because it has me in it) but I reckon it's not too bad because my face is not captured in its full fat glory. Muahaha. I love you MY GORGEOUS for loving me for my fat face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/170307SaintPatricksDay/photo#5043168858502865394"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfzvW2FgIfI/AAAAAAAAAqw/sknZaQDRI3k/s400/DSC00476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ignore the pimple please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-6964534768915055528?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/6964534768915055528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=6964534768915055528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6964534768915055528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6964534768915055528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/saint-patricks-day-and-my-usual-monthly.html' title='Saint Patricks Day and my usual Monthly Reminder'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-6844457347084957809</id><published>2007-03-16T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T02:59:10.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catching up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sense of purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>A Day of Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up with a jolt. Had a really frightening nightmare. Can't remember the details but the most scary part of it was actually getting my finger cut. Like a deep cut, the kind you make to torture someone. I have no idea what the dream meant or what it came from, it was just weird. I got caught by some guys in black suits like I was some spy or something and they proceeded to torture me. Funny thing was, I could've run away or I knew I could've run away but I did not. So so weird. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah today is a day of catching up. Basically my mom visited an old friend that she has not seen for a long time in the hospital. It was like in the highest floor or second highest floor of Tan Tock Seng Hospital because the husband was a pilot or something and the view was fantastic! Here's what I mean. Not the best shot in the world but well, it was really high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307CatchingUp/photo#5042181544305760498"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfltZmFgGPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/RDLJ9I9w0NY/s400/DSC00292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MOM was sharing with me like how she seems to know how come her children (my sister and i) have this condition. Her friends or rather the people around her always seem to be sick or down with some chronic condition. And she always feels an urge to help them, to listen or to talk to them. I reckon my dad realized this a long time ago, but coming from MOM, it's really refreshing because it's showing that shs'e finally having a more optimistic approach to life. Anyway, it's good that she feels a asense of purpose. I think every single human being in this world needs a sense of purpose. Without it, we will be completely wasted and we will feel so empty and all that. But that's just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I went to visit MARISSA CLAIRE again. She's still cute as ever. Caught her feeding (haha, so animal like) and watched her sleep. She actually took time to smile at me twice when I was talking to her and all. It's really sweet and heartwarming for a baby to smile at you because it just felt so special. She's as beautiful as ever of course! Here's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307CatchingUp/photo#5042182562213009970"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfluU2FgGjI/AAAAAAAAAec/vfLZ6OvaI58/s400/DSC00314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focus was out because I couldn't use the focusing light as she was sleeping. So a spot of bother there and couldn't get a shot that serves her beauty justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so after the short hospital visit for me, it was off to do my bit of catching up. met up with MARILYN and GAN NUER. it was really great catching up with them and stuff as i recollect, the last time we did something like this was 1 year ago and our lives have changed quite a bit since then. It was fun laughing and making fun of each other and stuff and talking about nonsensical stuff like giving birth and all but all in all, the bonding time was really good la. And yes, must do more often because if not one day, everyone will just drift far far away! And yes yes, photos are important. Didn't get a 3 person shot though, forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307CatchingUp/photo#5042183446976273250"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RflvIWFgG2I/AAAAAAAAAds/nDpDzJUMUME/s400/DSC00338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307CatchingUp/photo#5042183657429670818"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RflvUmFgG6I/AAAAAAAAAeM/g13m-9jr7Ew/s400/DSC00342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307CatchingUp/photo#5042183610185030546"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RflvR2FgG5I/AAAAAAAAAeE/293haYXOMdQ/s400/DSC00341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many more unglam photos. Haha. But I shall leave them in the gallery la. Hey you two, if you all are getting married, I want to be one of the jie mei ya. Jie mei means can get the ang bao one right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see MY GORGEOUS today. Missed her so much man. She has been my pillar of support and strength, and always tahan-ing all my nonsense and all. I really just adore the time I spend with her because it's always so special and the things that happen always fail to crack me up. Like HIV Plus. Haha. Aiight, private joke. I think that she is the only person who can make me laugh. Like really really make me laugh. The laugh that gives off a particular kind of warmth. She likes to say I'm bias. But I think I'm not la. No one else gives me this kind of feeling lehs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight enough of the mushy talk. I shall reserve it for her. HAHA. I hope MY GORGEOUS doesn't mind me posting such nonsense man. Oh I went to church after lunch with mom today. Mom went to pray and I just took random pictures of the church and everything. Took some really beautiful pictures of flowers but my proudest picture has to be my tortoise. Took a really beautiful close-up shot of it! There was a grotesque dead fish but shall not be remembered. So here are the 3 gorgeous photos! With the last being the best la! TORTOISE TORTOISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307CatchingUp/photo#5042180440499165154"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RflsZWFgF-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/EDdifNBIBh4/s400/DSC00275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307CatchingUp/photo#5042181393981905106"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfltQ2FgGNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ljO-jCLdm_Y/s400/DSC00290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307CatchingUp/photo#5042181123398965394"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfltBGFgGJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/sufU6V67dmA/s400/DSC00286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute right! :D Seeing the tortoise really makes my day. (But of course seeing MY GORGEOUS would be even better la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-6844457347084957809?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/6844457347084957809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=6844457347084957809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6844457347084957809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6844457347084957809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-of-catching-up.html' title='A Day of Catching Up'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-499257703942407680</id><published>2007-03-15T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T03:06:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a long long day. No, I did not like stay awake since 6am in the morning or anything like it. The first part of the day was mostly drinking water and trying to get myself prepared for my blood test. Nothing up was much back then, except for the fact that I was really tired because of the disgusting weather that was not only warm but super humid as well! What is wrong with the weather these days man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I changed the look of the blog. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You have to click Read More&lt;/span&gt; in order to see the rest of the post. This is to prevent the page from being too long and cluttered up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at the hospital was like ok till MY GORGEOUS called me and told me her lesson ended and she could come and meet me. I was literally overjoyed of course. We met up and went to the renal imaging center or something to just wait for my turn to do the blood test. Took lots of photos of like our eyes and ears and her nose. A lot of nonsense photo-taking, the kind that I enjoy the most! Anyway here are the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307LifeIsPrecious/photo#5041822828637197602"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfgnJmFgFSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sj8sLxprv2M/s400/DSC00218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307LifeIsPrecious/photo#5041822858701968706"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfgnLWFgFUI/AAAAAAAAARg/TCZcrYp02qE/s400/DSC00221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307LifeIsPrecious/photo#5041822897356674402"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfgnNmFgFWI/AAAAAAAAARw/5r1LiKFwLqo/s400/DSC00223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so my blood test came. As usual, nothing spectacular. But this time MY GORGEOUS was there to lighten everything up. She took really funny photos of the place and of me taking blood. As usual I posed, so I was actually not in pain. I'm not a wuss aiight. I reckon putting at least ONE of the photos up should make her pretty happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307LifeIsPrecious/photo#5041823189414450786"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfgnemFgFmI/AAAAAAAAATw/YjNXoOZDFLc/s400/DSC00245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marissa Claire Tan Yi Shuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok after my blood test, sent MY GORGEOUS home, then came back to meet my parents cuz they were like visiting their friends from church, a couple whose child was admitted because she might have liver problems. It was a trying time and it was certainly reminiscencient of the past. Worried parents over their child's future, wondering if their child is going to be subjected to a lifetime of medications, operations, blood tests and other psychosocial trauma that she would go through. Seeing your baby getting pricked and the doctors not being able to find her vein, not to mention crying her little lungs out, is certainly not an easy sight to bear for parents. Their hearts must've hurt so much to see their precious crying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marissa is one cute kid. She has so much response for a 2 month old baby. She moves her hands and feet so much when she's awake and when she's asleep, she makes noise like she knows how to talk, like you can imagine when she's complaining and when she's just telling you about her day and what not. She smiles at you when you say she's pretty and stares into your eyes like you were her lover. She's certainly one of the most adorable babies I've ever seen. Well, ready to see what she looks like? Guys, get ready to drool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307LifeIsPrecious/photo#5041823352623208130"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfgnoGFgFsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/X_f8C57Oo28/s400/DSC00253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. set the wrong mode for the camera so it's fuzzy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that I had a long chat with my parents, cuz we started talking about their other kids in the hospital, like those like us, with kidney problems. There is some stuff going on which I really can't say but basically it's not very good for the patients although many might think otherwise. Anyhow, I think chronic illness deserves another look from the Ministry. Money can't just be pumped into the system. Helping someone with chronic illness is not just about making sure that there is treatment or there is medication. It might be idealistic but holistic treatment is the way to go. After all if the patients find no hope in their lives, no amount of medication is going to save them. A sad reality that might be around for some time considering our city is so results oriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was this "debate" I had with this guy about the Human Organ Transplant Act. Right now it's an opt-out system where people who don't want to donate their kidneys have to opt out because everyone is automatically opted in. Apparently, there is a part of our population who believe that this is unfair and whatever, claiming human rights and how this is like putting a knife to their necks and forcing them to donate. What a load of bullshit. Singaporeans are really naive. Just because something does not affect them today, they think that one day it won't come back and haunt them. Not in a really direct way of course, but what happens to your fellow man will definitely affect everything else. Think butterfly effect and the theory of the 5 degrees of separation. Oh well, what can we do. Philanthropy is dead here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough about all this sad talk. Today's been a reflective day. Hope Marissa's test tomorrow goes well and the results come  back negative, i.e. she's perfectly fine. Here are 2 shots of the day (scenery stuff) which I think are pretty pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307LifeIsPrecious/photo#5041823374098044626"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfgnpWFgFtI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ccn5G0RElWM/s400/DSC00254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/150307LifeIsPrecious/photo#5041823296788633250"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/Rfgnk2FgFqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/txaEFdu0kxM/s400/DSC00249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-499257703942407680?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/499257703942407680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=499257703942407680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/499257703942407680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/499257703942407680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/had-long-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-8797843821772152469</id><published>2007-03-12T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:10:46.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Happily Never After</title><content type='html'>Okay, just watched Happily Never After. But no one should ever have to sit through 1.5 hours of pure torture. It's like the worst show in the world! Absolutely atrocious. As MY GORGEOUS and i agreed, it was flat, bland, had no climax, no tear jerking moments, no comedy. it was like the worst show watched in ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But MY GORGEOUS was there to liven things up and spending time with her is never a waste of time so thanks so much! went to juicy juicy kfc after to eat some chicken and my my, i wasn't disappointed. i had small chicken breasts though, which was a tiny setback. Here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5041049382336598914"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfVntGFgE4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/cnMGX3IT_mQ/s400/DSC00157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GORGEOUS in all her greediness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5041049476825879490"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfVnymFgE8I/AAAAAAAAAOk/vVJsH8WxDxs/s400/DSC00161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5041049541250388978"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfVn2WFgE_I/AAAAAAAAAO8/8IOTN8rUiv0/s400/DSC00164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5041049506890650578"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfVn0WFgE9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/JHRy4MZX5N8/s400/DSC00162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hungry already? Haha. The way home was quite tiring, slept through the entire trip home and the walk home was pretty tiring too. i met an old friend whom i haven't seen in a long time, dear ol' ASH. handsome fellow this one and he never fails to brighten up my day/night. let us take a look at him shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5041049755998753906"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfVoC2FgFHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/h4s9WhgVvSw/s400/DSC00176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5041049734523917410"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfVoBmFgFGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/h84n0u44kZA/s400/DSC00175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome fellow right! I told you so! Anyway, here are some other pictures that MY GORGEOUS and i took today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5041049219127841538"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfVnjmFgEwI/AAAAAAAAANE/ns_XOksc70E/s400/DSC00148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5041048785336144386"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfVnKWFgEgI/AAAAAAAAALE/yfF6UtJbYec/s400/DSC00127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5041048982904640114"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfVnV2FgEnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Vk7Y_hbkZrI/s400/DSC00137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, another beautiful day! Been saying the rosary daily now so that's another good thing that is happening. Haha. I'm not saying it like with concentration and stuff, but more like cuz I'm on the train and i've nothing to do. not sure if it's the right way to do so but who knows, my mom really believes in the rosary and i should listen to her and give it a go. after all, during this period, should make some small sacrifices. instead of playing games or sleeping, just say the rosary. i can say like one whole rosary on the way to school so it's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end off, here's this most gorgeous picture that we took of the sunset! beautiful stuff man, cannot bluff! for more pictures, it's all at &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5041049313617122130"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfVnpGFgE1I/AAAAAAAAANs/adaZ7hGGPgk/s400/DSC00153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-8797843821772152469?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/8797843821772152469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=8797843821772152469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/8797843821772152469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/8797843821772152469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/never-happily-never-after.html' title='Never Happily Never After'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-4385256731577699315</id><published>2007-03-12T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:05:00.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so so weird..</title><content type='html'>okay so i'm waiting for my gorgeous. had to run an errand just now and like it was so weird. the anger/irritation/whatever was so intense. like i was left feeling super perturbed. but yeah, it's all right i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning began on a bright note. spoke with PEI PEI, my friend from quite some time and well, someone who helped kept my alive till today. &lt;div class="more"&gt;she's my nurse back from nuh but she's gone on to greater things now. she's really good at what she does and a really kind heart too. hope she's getting married soon cuz i know i'll be getting a huge ang bao. anyways, we talked about my job applications and stuff and i'm looking into a sales position at baxter. i'm not sure how it will work out but she says it's hard work. i was like super amused at the reality that i could be working at baxter, promoting products that i basically had to eat, live and shit back then during those days. quite a sales pitch eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i'm still waiting for MY GORGEOUS and wondering how to take close-ups using the k800i. i think 8 centimetres away is ok. anything less than that gets very blur. but i've seen others do a smashing photo from nearer than 6 centimeters. bah. i do hope i get to take more pictures of her. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh on my way to school right, i met TIGER. he's a real darling who is scared of the wind and anything that moves. he's not afraid to scratch people in jest though. he's really adorable and silly. and fat too. took a few shots of him but i was playing around with the settings so it wasn't too fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5040923071643390322"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfT002FgEXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jXFcDGHck9E/s400/DSC00105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5040923075938357634"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfT01GFgEYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7xN0UE9M5sU/s400/DSC00106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the focus on wrong. set it to macro so it ended up capturing the grill a lot more. haha. so silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took photos of my view at my place's train station too. i think some thought i were a terrorist or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5040924158270116306"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfT10GFgEdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D0kzp9gf5Fs/s400/DSC00119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a nice flower to end off this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307AnotherBeautifulDay/photo#5040923080233324962"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfT01WFgEaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ivyrXOXMrwc/s400/DSC00114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I shall blog more later on if I took some more photos. :D&lt;/div&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-4385256731577699315?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/4385256731577699315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=4385256731577699315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/4385256731577699315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/4385256731577699315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-so-weird.html' title='so so weird..'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-6190312561127010780</id><published>2007-03-11T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:05:11.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy yum yum...</title><content type='html'>Sunday - family day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty amazing what a camera can do for your day. Everything seems so pretty and all. Even Mummy. Haha, ok la she's always pretty. Here's this surprisingly random picture I took of Mom. I asked her to pose and she did this. I was so taken aback la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307BananaLeafBukitTimah/photo#5040682553474814002"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfQaE2FgEDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/muuAW7shzjM/s400/DSC00085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool right? &lt;div class="more"&gt;After that we went to this Bananaleaf Restaurant along Upper Bukit Timah road. The food was fantastc. Stupid me forgot to take picture of the place and of the food. The only picture I took was of the finished food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307BananaLeafBukitTimah/photo#5040682587834552386"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfQaG2FgEEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/z4kzuX1pRsM/s400/DSC00086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic eh? I should've eaten more. I wonder why I did not eat more. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to meet my gorgeous at West Mall! Hee. That was like the highlight of my day. Is, was and always shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was back to my parents which was also good! We actually ate at Macs. It's like so weird la. This was what we ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307BananaLeafBukitTimah/photo#5040682665143963778"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfQaLWFgEII/AAAAAAAAAII/SsIUsy37V94/s400/DSC00090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pictures of my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307BananaLeafBukitTimah/photo#5040682806877884642"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfQaTmFgEOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zW-zjlJub90/s400/DSC00096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307BananaLeafBukitTimah/photo#5040682832647688434"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfQaVGFgEPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9TPxm70zIic/s400/DSC00097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307BananaLeafBukitTimah/photo#5040682858417492226"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfQaWmFgEQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UKskCL-4BYM/s400/DSC00098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And breakfast for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307BananaLeafBukitTimah/photo#5040682931431936306"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfQaa2FgETI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gPGVUs0HWps/s400/DSC00102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end off, my cool daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307BananaLeafBukitTimah/photo#5040682987266511186"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfQaeGFgEVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sKDo1JD_4GI/s400/DSC00104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should try to make Sunday a family day more often. Including ms. gorgeous of course. Hee. It's been a nice day and my parents are watching I do I do now. Super funny, but the voice is a bit off. But the second disc is ok. It's really nice that the family is happy together. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, by the way, the album for today is here at my webshots at Picasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/120307BananaLeafBukitTimah"&gt;Banana Leaf Bukit Timah album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-6190312561127010780?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/6190312561127010780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=6190312561127010780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6190312561127010780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6190312561127010780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/yummy-yum-yum.html' title='Yummy yum yum...'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487553894307915658.post-6258080515240826665</id><published>2007-03-11T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:05:24.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/110307CKCNUSDance/photo#5040339750660082882"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfLiTGFgDMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ZxKlnvgTrMw/s288/DSC00020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all started like this. On a quiet Saturday morning, a group of kids gathered to learn how to dance. Not that they do not know how to dance. In fact, they have been dancing all their lives. Dancing their way past the stones and pebbles that have threatened to hurt their feet. But today, they will be just dancing for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="more"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with an awkward round of introductions. But a clever little rap by the lead, a friendly chap with an attitude called Idil who basically introduced hip hop to ice breaking. Fantastic stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, the party began. Instead of littering with my boring words, I'll just let pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/110307CKCNUSDance/photo#5040340081372564802"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfLimWFgDUI/AAAAAAAAABo/5BUk8T5isRA/s288/DSC00029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/110307CKCNUSDance/photo#5040340931776089810"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfLjX2FgDtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VLxzVab3gzo/s400/DSC00054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/110307CKCNUSDance/photo#5040340424969948642"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfLi6WFgDeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MO-B0izlGpY/s400/DSC00039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/110307CKCNUSDance/photo#5040340601063607858"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfLjEmFgDjI/AAAAAAAAADg/7jqSnoie8Pw/s400/DSC00044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/110307CKCNUSDance/photo#5040341030560337666"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfLjdmFgDwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gOhegvskDu4/s400/DSC00057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The VERY IMPORTANT PEOPLE of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/110307CKCNUSDance/photo#5040341073510010642"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfLjgGFgDxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/O8DCtfaX3bk/s400/DSC00059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, same time, same place. Well, maybe a different time because so many couldn't make it today. Those cute lazy bums. Haha. They missed out on so much! Anyway, here's a link to the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/110307CKCNUSDance"&gt;'So You Think You Can Dance' album.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two samples from this very new fabulous gadget called the K800i where the photos are comparable to a digital camera. If you are considering what phone to get, it has to be the K800i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/110307CKCNUSDance/photo#5040341103574781730"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfLjh2FgDyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/O0eT4qgPBH0/s400/DSC00060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Oh So Silver Spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/boybenjy/110307CKCNUSDance/photo#5040341434287263650"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/image/boybenjy/RfLj1GFgD6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/K8bi-h-G-9s/s400/DSC00070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic aye? This has got to be the best phone that I have got. I guess I've a reason to post regularly, recording my memories in case they fade one day.&lt;/div&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5487553894307915658-6258080515240826665?l=snootyish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/feeds/6258080515240826665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5487553894307915658&amp;postID=6258080515240826665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6258080515240826665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5487553894307915658/posts/default/6258080515240826665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snootyish.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance?'/><author><name>theguitarwhonevermadeit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923018407498316736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
