<?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-3922496816334561553</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:46:35.036-07:00</updated><category term='nonsense'/><category term='Memorables'/><title type='text'>they call me hoon bock.</title><subtitle type='html'>yup...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-32560861219148629</id><published>2009-07-20T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:37:59.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and then there was a surprise..............</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't really a good day for me. It's not that it is bad, but it just seems that I got off the wrong side of the bed. Things tend to irritate me, annoy me, and I highly doubt it's anyone's problem, I think it is my problem, but I don't know what is the problem... Hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the highlight of the day was when I pick the girlfriend up for Campus Night rehearsal. It's not an expected highlight, but she gave me a present, two in fact, just out of the blue. And the reason for the present? Just because I'm sweet, that's what she said. Well, look who's the one who's sweet. Aww.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that really made my day. After getting up from the wrong side of the bed, because of her, I'm going back to bed from the right side. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-32560861219148629?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/32560861219148629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=32560861219148629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/32560861219148629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/32560861219148629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-then-there-was-surprise.html' title='and then there was a surprise..............'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-5875422785950330254</id><published>2009-07-07T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:54:46.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration, communication....</title><content type='html'>It's the time of the year again, I gotta be careful......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-5875422785950330254?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/5875422785950330254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=5875422785950330254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/5875422785950330254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/5875422785950330254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/07/frustration-communication.html' title='frustration, communication....'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-4782902728459306554</id><published>2009-06-13T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:09:52.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a must blog.........</title><content type='html'>Well, as it is in the title, this is something I must blog about. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a great day, I went cell group, had a great time there, had lunch, then had bible study. That was awesome. Then I came home, rest a while, then went for service. It was a great sermon from Ps. Kevin. It has been quite some time since he last preached, since we had so many invited super stars speakers constantly blessing our church. Then the subzone went for dinner, then we went for pool. It was a really good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I got home, something really really amused me. Of course, after a long long day, I would love a good shower. So I went in the bathroom, and guess what greeted me? 4 dead cockroaches! All of the cockroaches were lying upside down, dead! I was like, wow! And I have this small tong thingy to bath with, those with a handle at the side, I also cannot remember what it's called... hahah but anyway, it is on my toilet bowl, and I went there to pee la, then it moved! I was like, ?@!?@ Then a cockroach came out! Wah lau eh, gila siot. I think recently the Rentokil just came and don't know put what around my house la. All the cockroaches I think ate the poison and come out to die. Funny thing is they won't just die where they hide wan wor, they must come out to die wan wor. Weird creatures. So that cockroach that came out from the small pail thingy, ran out, to die with its' friends!  @_@    ??!?@?!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to clean the mess up. Sighh haha but the funny thing is, I remembered an incident with my ex-roommate - Freddy Chong Pook Siew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once, after the weekend in KL, we went back to UTP in seperate buses, and I reached back to campus first. And when he got back, I told him, "Eh, when I came in the room, I saw three dead birds on the floor wei!" He was like, "Wah lau! Serious ar?" Of course I said yes la, and he was like super duper amused, wondering why the birds came into the room and just died there. And why on earth THREE?? He was just confused la.. So after like 15 minutes of not talking about it already, I finally popped the question, "Freddy, you believed what I just told you ar?" He was like this.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??@!?$#?!@#?@!#?#!R%!@?#E@!?$E@!?R%#?!!?@#E?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddy, if you are ever reading this, I will never ever forget that incident man! Hahahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-4782902728459306554?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/4782902728459306554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=4782902728459306554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4782902728459306554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4782902728459306554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-must-blog.html' title='this is a must blog.........'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-3357431214645346974</id><published>2009-03-27T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:47:52.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wants...</title><content type='html'>Okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but suddenly I feel like I have a lot of wants. Seldom happens, but yea, now I feel like I have a lot of wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, I do want a iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczXCRO4OZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/55vdyOVC9Ws/s1600-h/apple-iphone-3g-01_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczXCRO4OZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/55vdyOVC9Ws/s200/apple-iphone-3g-01_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317861694003231122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, all these while, I've been loving a v9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczYCujipVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0Wku5LU4neQ/s1600-h/v9_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczYCujipVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0Wku5LU4neQ/s200/v9_1_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317862801386153298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really love to buy some pants (both long and short). Wait, is this a want or a need? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczXCTA6rsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DuOOBNPWgqY/s1600-h/designer-jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczXCTA6rsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DuOOBNPWgqY/s200/designer-jeans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317861694481542850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some new shirt too. (hmm.. then again, this I also don't know whether its a need or a want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczXCNY208I/AAAAAAAAAFg/FzyOYIrtlTA/s1600-h/alfani-shirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczXCNY208I/AAAAAAAAAFg/FzyOYIrtlTA/s200/alfani-shirts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317861692971340738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really be happy if I have a new car of course! Still love the Accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczXBzAWwTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/icPP96Xy15k/s1600-h/2008_Honda_Accord_Malaysia_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczXBzAWwTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/icPP96Xy15k/s200/2008_Honda_Accord_Malaysia_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317861685889253682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want shoes! Both leather and a casual shoe! My leather shoe is already 5 years old! wow... it was not until just now only did I realise my leather shoe is THAT old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczXCaykH9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/T_gxoAXBqlc/s1600-h/Men_s_Leather_Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczXCaykH9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/T_gxoAXBqlc/s200/Men_s_Leather_Shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317861696568827858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also want a nice nice jacket. Mine look like, char kuey teow........ =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczYCp1uj6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/zcaqt0IxYU8/s1600-h/navy_jacket_embroidered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczYCp1uj6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/zcaqt0IxYU8/s200/navy_jacket_embroidered.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317862800120254370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I've been wanting to buy something that is totally useless for myself, just for the sake of spending the money on myself. Weird huh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-3357431214645346974?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/3357431214645346974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=3357431214645346974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/3357431214645346974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/3357431214645346974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/03/wants.html' title='wants...'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SczXCRO4OZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/55vdyOVC9Ws/s72-c/apple-iphone-3g-01_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-4217645648739976068</id><published>2009-03-23T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:20:00.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I've been trying. It hurts. But I've got to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-4217645648739976068?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/4217645648739976068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=4217645648739976068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4217645648739976068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4217645648739976068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-ive-been-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-7139347625554048580</id><published>2009-02-18T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:07:47.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a belly.........</title><content type='html'>Yeah alright, I know I had a belly for a very long time now. But for the sake of a title, well, I can't think of any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I have a belly that can shake like a bowl full of jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saying I want to loose weight for a very long time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I failed, many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying again! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-7139347625554048580?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/7139347625554048580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=7139347625554048580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/7139347625554048580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/7139347625554048580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-belly.html' title='i have a belly.........'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-1644724098357214653</id><published>2009-02-12T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:42:45.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored..........</title><content type='html'>Here am I, in McDonald's in Labuan International Airport. I'm scheduled to leave Labuan at 5.20pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 1pm.        -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm curious, everytime I put something in my blog, I look at that small section where there's a statistic of how many people viewed my blog. I don't know why, but constantly I have 5. Maybe it very much of coincidence, but I'm just curious about who views my blog. I mean, it's not constantly updated, sometimes I think that my blog is just boring, and er, I don't think my blog is very much interesting and full of crap. Wait, I think that's the same as boring. Ahhh see, crap again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like my viewers to do me a huge favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you leave a note that at the chatbox at the top left corner of the page if you read this post? I would really love to know who checks out my blog. Wahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much to all those who will do it. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-1644724098357214653?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/1644724098357214653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=1644724098357214653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/1644724098357214653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/1644724098357214653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored..........'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-8737359920295096222</id><published>2009-02-11T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:27:44.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>after so long...........</title><content type='html'>So I decided to blog. Without someone asking me to. I'm pretty sure that I made someone very happy... Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, again, in Labuan. Today Paul messaged me and asked to yumcha sometime in the afternoon as he is in KLCC. I just met him last Sat. I'm pretty sure he didn't expect the replied I gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm in Labuan la!"&lt;br /&gt;Paul: "What?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah and he told me that he called another friends of his, whom flew to Miri today too. And it was all of a sudden too. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the nature of my job. That day I upsetted my darling because of my last minute planning to come over here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was last week I told her that I won't be going anywhere this week. Little did I know what would happen next. My collegue called on Monday at 4.28pm and told me that my boss wants me to go offshore on the next day. So I told my darling. She got so upset. Well, I also understand lohh.. I promised her that I would be here during Valentines, suddenly tell her I cannot go. Dear, it's really the nature of my job. I'm so sorry if I always upset you because of this.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like I mentioned above, I was supposed to go offshore. Then on Tuesday, my boss called me wanting to discuss things with me. He told me I was going to Labuan, then told me I won't be going offshore because he wants me in the office to handle another job next week. It was kind of a relieved because I won't have to break my promise and I would be around for Valentines. Hehe I think that made someone happy too.... heheh =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just so cute la actually. I feel very fortunate because of the fact that our relationship is already 4 years old. I mean, it's a 4 years relationship, and from how I see, many people are so used to each other's presense and sometimes they take it for granted. But why I feel so happy because even as we are already 4 years old, we still can't get enough of each other. We still want to be near each other and just want to spend time together. Some couples after so long being together, they got so used to each other when they go paktoh they walk one front one back, or don't hold hands, or things like that. It's still a must that we hold each other's hands when we go out, no matter where. I think I'm really a fortunate person. And I'm really glad about it. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-8737359920295096222?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/8737359920295096222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=8737359920295096222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/8737359920295096222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/8737359920295096222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-so-long.html' title='after so long...........'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-7596553585177100761</id><published>2009-01-30T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:49:26.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the days of cny...............</title><content type='html'>So today is a Saturday, Day 6 of CNY, it is also a special day for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Paul!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know whether you visit my site or not, but hey, no harm right? Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-7596553585177100761?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/7596553585177100761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=7596553585177100761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/7596553585177100761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/7596553585177100761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/01/days-of-cny.html' title='the days of cny...............'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-7068796558252465699</id><published>2009-01-27T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T03:34:06.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gong xi gong xi!</title><content type='html'>Just wanna wish everyone Gong Xi Fa Chai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a day late, but I was busy yesterday. So, er, sorry la! Hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year and have a great OXpicious year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-7068796558252465699?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/7068796558252465699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=7068796558252465699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/7068796558252465699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/7068796558252465699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-xi-gong-xi.html' title='gong xi gong xi!'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-869472768716475870</id><published>2009-01-24T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:59:50.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is the time of the year.......</title><content type='html'>So now it has come, the festive of lion dance, fire crackers, ang pows, mah jong, cards, visiting, eating, drinking, and among all those, family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year has sure evolved. Sure, there are still some elements that are not there already, probably due to the modernization of the society, or the integration of cultures. Say, for example. The existence of fire crackers is because of one mystique creature, in chinese we call it 'nian'. This creature terrorise the poor chinese folks in those old days in China. And fire crackers are used to scare this creature away. The fire crackers worked so well, the creature never come back again, and the people would then use this fire crackers like a celebration, a remembrance. So yeap, this somewhat the story behind the extentsive use of fire crackers during chinese new year. Yea, sure we are talking about safety issues when the government decided to ban one of our culture's 'things to do'. To me, it's stupid. But that's another story. Maybe one day I'll talk about it. Wahahhaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk about another one. Family. In the past, during this festive, families gather together and hang out, just have fun as a family. Now because of modernization, people actually needs those short skits, advertisments, etc. to remind them to go home! Family values have really drop here. So why do I say modernization? It is because of this, people go to those big cities to work. And somehow or rather, we do not go back. Some even left their old folks back home without even calling to wish them happy chinese new year. Hmm... Pastor's sermon was really relevant here. The fifth commandment: Honor your parents. What pastor said, honor them, help them where ever they are, buy gifts for them, things like that. But I think first thing first, go home and see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year has sure changed. It still does have some of it old elements there. But I guess it'll never be the same again. But however it has changed, it is still chinese new year, so folks, remember to honor your parents, share great quality time with your family, collect lots of ang pows, give lots of ang pows, and just have a great chinese new year! Xin Nian Kuai Le, Wan Shi Ru Yi, Nian Nian Xi Le, Shen Ti Jian Kang, Da Jia Gao Xin! Wahhahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To those who know what I wrote in my final sentence, good for you! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-869472768716475870?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/869472768716475870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=869472768716475870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/869472768716475870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/869472768716475870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-time-of-year.html' title='it is the time of the year.......'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-4780748909506856620</id><published>2009-01-16T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:40:59.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in coffee bean............</title><content type='html'>So I made this deal with the girlfriend, and now I'm here in Coffee Bean Taipan, having a cup of not coffee, but a cup of read bean soup! hahahaha No la, it's an ice-blended red bean drink. It's nice! And the best part is, its super duper sweet! Firstly, it's personal. She made the drink. Wahahhaha and secondly, the drink is indeed pretty sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't really know what to write here. But I guess I'll tell something I find rather weird. Just now, on my way here, I was driving around looking for parking. And I went through those lorong kinda road. There was this couple, walking in the middle of the road, and I was going through that small lorong. So how la, of course you will have to move forward, and can't really give way with a car in a small lorong right? It would be the people who are walking give way right? I really don't know what's wrong with these people, dah lah walking in the middle of the road, when they walk towards the car, still in the middle of the road, until come to a point they HAVE to give way, they moved aside, and at the same time shaking their head giving that disapproving look. I was like, what?! You are the one with the mobility, you are the one who is capable of moving way, well not to say I don't want to, I can't! The car basically has about 20 to 30cm freeway from the wall! Really, I don't know what are these people thinking. Weird weird.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it is, now I'm here, in the coffee house, sipping great sweet ice-blended red bean drink, and I'm happy. Hmm... yeap, I'm happy.... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-4780748909506856620?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/4780748909506856620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=4780748909506856620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4780748909506856620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4780748909506856620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-coffee-bean.html' title='in coffee bean............'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-4083889077626655938</id><published>2009-01-12T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:56:29.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stresss.........</title><content type='html'>Hahahah two essays really worth reading man. Now this is why teachers these days are so stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SWtz7xGSUaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xBq3tF9CGak/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SWtz7xGSUaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xBq3tF9CGak/s400/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290449657905959330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SWtz7rbAgKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tMYgXRn27Qk/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SWtz7rbAgKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tMYgXRn27Qk/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290449656382259362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-4083889077626655938?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/4083889077626655938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=4083889077626655938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4083889077626655938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4083889077626655938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/01/stresss.html' title='Stresss.........'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SWtz7xGSUaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xBq3tF9CGak/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-3362815950555300799</id><published>2009-01-12T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:21:03.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny..................</title><content type='html'>I find it rather hilarious. How this thing sometimes manipulate human beings, the most dominion beings on the planet, to a certain extent that it is bad. Other beings don't have it, only humans have it. Many do very well without it, but when one don't have it, they are condemned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, we call - feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-3362815950555300799?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/3362815950555300799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=3362815950555300799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/3362815950555300799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/3362815950555300799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny.html' title='funny..................'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-7837705474806677741</id><published>2009-01-04T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:33:59.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiyayayay.............</title><content type='html'>I just read my dear's blog, and she's still worried. Hmm.... dear, don't be too worried k? no worries wan.. I'm alright.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it indeed is very scary having asthma. I've gone through many stages in life where asthma becomes a hindrance. But for the past decade or so my asthma has mild down, but once in a while that fella will creep back out and attack me. Sometimes also my fault la, don't take care and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But however it is, asthma is not that bad la I think. With this thing called Ventolin and another called steroids, I'll be okay... wakakaka though the side effects are not good, but not too much would be okay la.. Ventolin side effects are to make my hands shake, and increase my heart rate. So too much Ventolin, I might get a heart attack. That's when steroids comes in. And I'm pretty sure everyone would know what steroids do la. Ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this recent attack came cause I didn't really take care and I had been really busy with work and play. I main-main a lot la, after a hectic day in office (or not in office, whichever la, work comes to me where ever I am), I tend to wanna play lots lots. So no time to rest. So I guess this is what would happen without proper rest loh.. Oh well...... better take care! wahahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-7837705474806677741?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/7837705474806677741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=7837705474806677741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/7837705474806677741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/7837705474806677741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2009/01/aiyayayay.html' title='aiyayayay.............'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-4286377577607787353</id><published>2008-12-27T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:38:18.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you are old when..........</title><content type='html'>I was running a round Facebook just now, and I saw pictures of people that I know. I mean, duh, that's what people do in Facebook. Anyway, whatever I just typed was redundant. So forgive me for wasting your time to read that. Hehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, as the title suggested, you know you are old when.... Well, it's not to say old old la, but this is how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin working. Yes, the financial freedom would be really good, but the responsibilities come in too. There's no 'I can ask from my parents' kinda thing anymore. It's good that you can buy anything that you want with the money that you earned, but of cause the planning will come in as well. So basically financial capabilities and responsibilities are a buy one free one kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you see the people around you grow up. Like I said, I was running around Facebook and I saw my friends' siblings. I met these siblings of my friends when they were probably still in primary school and all. Now I look at their pictures, all going for prom after their SPM. Some can even drive now! So yea, that's another point that you see yourself growing older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, you hear people around you getting married. So well, basically I know 2 people who are around my age getting married next year. As far as I know, there are some who are planning to get married in the near future, and that means in about 2 years time. All these are my peers, they are my age. And they are getting married. Whoah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, you hear the media talking about 'you know you are an 80's baby when.....' and they start listing all the past cartoons and shows, eg. Thundercats, Voltron, Knight Rider, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SVZJW-p3L9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/WS-wccpRY4Q/s1600-h/voltron-81908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SVZJW-p3L9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/WS-wccpRY4Q/s320/voltron-81908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284491871890386898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voltron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SVZJWzim7RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IUddmVW-n7I/s1600-h/knightrider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SVZJWzim7RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IUddmVW-n7I/s320/knightrider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284491868907171090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knight Rider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SVZJWmlbGxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mWQ4fqN-pQA/s1600-h/Thundercats_post01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SVZJWmlbGxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mWQ4fqN-pQA/s320/Thundercats_post01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284491865429318418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thundercats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then you listen to the song, Photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually looking at all these, it is good. Good to know that life is progressing very well and people around me are getting blessed and they are happy. People are growing, and so am I. Actually this is not about growing old. It is more about reminiscing of the past. I'm more on a high school person rather than a college kind of person. I prefered my high school life. Those days was just crazy. We had fun, we ran around, we joined competitions, we join camps. We had community works via Leo, we organized charity and fund raising activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I mentioned, progression is good. It is really really good. It shows that we have a life. And people come in and out of life, creating great memories along the way. But I guess it is true, it's hard to say it, but it's time to say it, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, reading back whatever I just wrote above, its as though someone left out of my life. Hahahah it is not man, in fact, one just came back. And it is great to have him back. I was counting my blessings with the past 2008, and I guess I went too far back, just thinking back and recalling the past, and I do miss it. Hahaahahaha&lt;br /&gt;But I love my life now. It is the best. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-4286377577607787353?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/4286377577607787353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=4286377577607787353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4286377577607787353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4286377577607787353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-you-are-old-when.html' title='you know you are old when..........'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SVZJW-p3L9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/WS-wccpRY4Q/s72-c/voltron-81908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-5546826542165874190</id><published>2008-12-26T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:40:13.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so sorry.........</title><content type='html'>To my most dearest baby buu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've made many mistakes, many I've done knowingly, many I've done unconsciencely. However I've made my mistakes, there are mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big mistakes, small mistakes, they are all mistakes. I know that I've done many of them, and they upset you, they hurt you. I'm so sorry. I feel like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words, eight letter, I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;They're stuck inside of me, they try to stray away.&lt;br /&gt;But this is too important to let them have their way.&lt;br /&gt;I need to do it now, I must do it today.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry. This is what I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#524e41;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-5546826542165874190?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/5546826542165874190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=5546826542165874190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/5546826542165874190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/5546826542165874190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-sorry.html' title='i&apos;m so sorry.........'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-3405581313591834365</id><published>2008-12-26T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:55:40.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boxing day.............</title><content type='html'>Today's boxing day, the day after Christmas, the 26th of December every year after Christ was born. Why they call a day of giving (yea, surprisingly it is a day for giving based on history) boxing day, I will never understand. Maybe because they give the gifts in boxes? I don't know.. AHh.... anyhow........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was looking back at the previous post, and read my wish list again. Ahahah as expected, only item #1 came to pass. Christmas at Chang's was really awesome. It is great to know that CHC's productions has now come to a point that many people know, and they like it. For those who knows the what great productions CHC makes, they came and they were not disappointed. I mean, if people are not disappointed they definitely would come back all the time right? And that justifies the number of people came on Christmas eve. Whoa, the number of people probably exceed 1400! They had to send back so many because not only the main auditorium was full, the church lobby awas full, and even the cafe was full! Wow! It really makes me go =    O  ....... hahahah looks like jaw drop to me, can la. HAhahaah And for those who first time made it to a CHC production, many comments like, wah, the actors were so professional. Wahh, the lighting and sound crew was awesome. Wahh, the producers were awesome! Hey, these are real comments from people who attended a CHC production. And I'm really proud to be in it. Thought my role was just to be a kiamsap fella, but hey, I'm in it, with lines! Hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-3405581313591834365?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/3405581313591834365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=3405581313591834365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/3405581313591834365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/3405581313591834365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/12/boxing-day.html' title='boxing day.............'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-1606518508547700797</id><published>2008-12-21T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:40:34.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas..............</title><content type='html'>Today has been a tiring, but a really fruitful day. I really enjoyed my day despite being so tiring. I mean, I was out from 9 am till 1230 midnight! That's like 15 plus hours! But it was good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like a usual Sunday morning, I will wake up and prepare and head to church. Like always, church service was awesome. But today was quite sad also la. I was supposed to go for my sister's water baptism. But I guess I was really tired and I didn't hear my alarm, and I woke up late. And nicely my sis didn't even try to wake me up. Hmmp! Too bad for her la. Hahaha So i pergi my church's service lohh. Today's service was good. What pastor said was so true, and I really feel this is true right down to the core. Without enemies, how would you know where do you stand? That is so true. And I'm really glad my hardwork in my uni paid of. I got a bursary from church today for having good results. Wahh happy man... =D Also, today, Joanne came to my church's Sunday service too. To those who don't know, Jo the Mo is Careen and Gladys's jie mui. So if they attended service together, it is inevitbale that they will go for lunch and hang out together. But such at a timely day, Another jie mui of theirs, Marie, came back from the land down under yesterday too. So well, the four of us, (Careen, Glayds, Jo the Mo and I) went to ZCF to look (actually to surprise, but nicely failed) for Marie. Wah lau, I tell you, the process was gilerr funny. Dear, lucky you that it is your camera that has all the pictures, if not......... heheheheheheeheh (evil grinnnn) =P&lt;br /&gt;So go hang out lohh, lazy to type here the events that went thru, but we hung out la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, go to church for Christmas play practice loh. Boy was it tiring. Whole day out wor.. I bet many of the casts were tired too. Today's practice was really boh lat wan. Everyone seems to be not doing their part and everything looks like crumbling down. Only when we got our 'inspiration talk' from pastor, that we decided to buck up. Ahaha nicely we kena sound (seriously we deserve it wan lohh), then only we had a decent run through.  All in all it was good, I guess, but not for pastor. I think he really had a tough time dealing with us. *Sorry pastor......*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what else to type here? I actually just got out from the bathroom and waiting for my hair to dry (yes I'm not a fan of hairdryers). Hmm, since everyone is talking about their wish list for Christmas, I think I should list mine too. Let's see, since when was the last time I actually had a wish list? Seems like forever.... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1:&lt;br /&gt;I think I would like the Christmas play to go super awesome well. And many people would come and get touch by the real spirit of Christmas. So I guess my first wish is for Christmas at Chang's to go awesomely well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SU57ORK92HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/joCxJXpXCyc/s1600-h/081225+Christmas+%40+Chang%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SU57ORK92HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/joCxJXpXCyc/s320/081225+Christmas+%40+Chang%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282294898009954418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So come for this great event kay? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2:&lt;br /&gt;Would like a new pair of jeans. I really need one. My current jeans wear until super loose liao. I think I have been wearing this one sole pair of jeans for the past a year and a half. Maybe two. Crap.. I seriuosly need to get a new pair. And I've never own a pair of Levi's jeans. So I guess I'd like a pair of Levi's jeans too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SU58q6_nk0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ov22MRL0zB0/s1600-h/Levis-X-Atmos-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SU58q6_nk0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ov22MRL0zB0/s320/Levis-X-Atmos-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282296489784611650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3:&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what else? Hmm... Hahah I know I know! I want a Gundam 00 Avalance Exia model! Hahah I saw it today when we were out. Wahh looks nice man.. (To those who don't know, I'm a big fan of Gundams. Don't ask me why, I just like them.) Hmm... hahah so since I don't know what I really want, I'll just add this into my wish list.. hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SU59jDoCsoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PDSQUwQbET0/s1600-h/gundam00avalancheexia7ob0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SU59jDoCsoI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PDSQUwQbET0/s320/gundam00avalancheexia7ob0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282297454174319234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 4:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... actually I really don't know what I want. I can't believe I actually find it hard to compile a list of what I want. I don't know whether is it a good thing or not. Gosh... Err.... well, I just got myself a phone, so I don't need a phone. Er, I got enought clothes, so I don't think I would need those, until I gain weight and can't wear the ones that I currently have. Er, I have two watches, so I don't think I would need any. And yeah, don't think I have two watches means I'm rich okay? I thought my previous Swatch died on me. So I go get a new one. Mana tau my Swatch still survived. Hahahaha Hmm... what else..... wahh difficult la~ Lazy to think already la. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-1606518508547700797?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/1606518508547700797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=1606518508547700797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/1606518508547700797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/1606518508547700797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas..............'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SU57ORK92HI/AAAAAAAAAEI/joCxJXpXCyc/s72-c/081225+Christmas+%40+Chang%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-132278749878380833</id><published>2008-12-15T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:46:43.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so there it is.................</title><content type='html'>So I've changed my phone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my ears started aching thanks to some phone, I've been hunting for a new phone. I've review many, I've seen many, I've liked many, but now I know, choosing a phone is not, and I repeat, NOT easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, you will have to think about what brand you want. Then the specs, then comes the killer part, the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while choosing my phone, I thought, maybe I should try some different brand instead of going back to the same old brand. Let's see, what have I used? I've used Nokia, Sony Ericsson, Motorola... I think that's about it. The normal brands. So I decided to look at Samsung and LG. Initially I thought of going back to Nokia, and I looked at a wide range of their phones, but mainly I looked at their N Series. Well, I guess Nokia is well known for their N Series, that's why I look at the line. I realised one thing about this Nokia N Series. Their phones are used to con people. Wah lau, in Nokia phones, it's either one spec is good, and you will have to sacrifice the others. For example, N81. I thought it was a great phone, it looks nice, it is not that pricey, it's about RM1300. But, it flares well as a media phone, i.e. it is good for music and video. But the camera is bad. Ek..... Then I look at N82, and wow, that phone is good. But the downside, the freaking keypad! Small like nobodie's business. Then I look at others which has good specs, and they range from RM1600 to RM2000+. So basically, if you want a well balance, awesome Nokia phone, you will have to fork out at least RM1500. What a con!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at Samsung. Wow, their line is pretty reasonable, and the phones specs are good. The only downside, if you one a Samsung phone with WiFi, you will have to fork out at least RM1500. But if not, a decent phone with a good camera, good functionality, would cost about RM700 to RM1400. And Samsung only sells original phones, no such thing as APs! So that's when I started to really look into Samsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also looked at LG. Basically LG is like Nikon for cameras. If you want a good phone, you will have to pay a lot. If you want cheap, you get a lousy phone. Hmm.... well, I didn't really like LG in the first place. HAhahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went hunting for my phone. Finally I decided on one, and I went searching around with the reference price in mind (thank God for internet).  I tell you, the sales people are really big con man. I went to a shop, I asked for the phone I wanted, the guy quote me RM1100, where the reference price was RM900. Ek.... Rm200 difference. Big con man.... He said that's the bestprice he can give. Best my foot! So I moved on. I came to this shop in Giant in Kelana Jaya, and there, I met the biggest con (well, I've met so many cons that I actually don't know who's the biggest, but I'm really displeased with this guy). This guy, refused to quote me the price that I wanted. I asked him for the price of the phones I have my eyes set on, Nokia N82, Nokia E71, I asked all these, he only gave me Nokia E11, and he kept pusing to sell me Sony Ericsson G900. Well, since right from the beginning I've already set my mind to move away from SE, so I didn't do my research on any SE phones. But he kept saying this phone is good, it has good features, it has 5mp camera, it's a touch screen, blah blah blah. Well, no doubt the phone has good features, and the design is not bad. So I just played with a phone, open up my options. First impression, wow, response really slow. I press on a key, took it about 2 whole seconds to not load, but to just respond. Then it took about another 1 or 2 seconds to load. I was like, ek? Fine, I decided to continue to just try, thinking maybe it was a glitch. Then I tried the camera, couldn't load. I was like, ark? I tell you, my impression of the phone went down the drain. He took the phone back, did something which I have no idea what, and finally it was okay. He even pushed the blame to me say I didn't let it load fully for it to work properly. Wah lau, is that how you treat your customer? But never mind, so I asked him the price, he gave me an AP price of RM1370. I was hmm.. well, the functions are good, not a bad price. Well, I thought like that cause he gave me load of crap phone a good second hand value of RM250. So I thought, not bad la. But the first impression of the phone just don't let it get away. So I decided to go home first, to think about it and check on it on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, check the phone, and guess what, the AP price for the phone range from RM980 to RM1100. The price for an original is RM1380 to RM1500. I was like ....................??? Wah he quite smart ar. Give me the price of an original for an AP, where he would earn and take my second hand phone? I got pissed man. But anyhow I decided to just read the review of the phone. And the phone had an awesome review. They gave 9 out of 10. Wahh..... in my mind was like, this idiot not only tried to con my with the price, he also tried to sell me a faulty phone?!?! Wah lau.... this people ar... sighh so anyhow, after dinner, I decided to continue to look for my phone. So I went to the original SE shop in the curve, and they fella quote the original price of RM1599. I was ek? Reference price was RM1400 max! Hm.. but then again they are in the curve, they probably have to pay the rent. But I saw the phone that I initially wanted to get, so I asked for that phone instead. Haha to cut the long story short, I got the phone I wanted, and almost got con for it too. I know I can get the phone for RM850, but the fella tried to sell the phone to me at RM999...... Hahaha lesson learned, make sure you do your research before buying phones. Phone sellers are conmen! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is the phone I got,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SUZRXQXVh_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KJOGbbFIXtI/s1600-h/img_65_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SUZRXQXVh_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KJOGbbFIXtI/s320/img_65_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279997073110173682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung S7330 Soul Jr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-132278749878380833?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/132278749878380833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=132278749878380833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/132278749878380833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/132278749878380833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-there-it-is.html' title='so there it is.................'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SUZRXQXVh_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KJOGbbFIXtI/s72-c/img_65_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-6919569810983453950</id><published>2008-12-11T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:07:10.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phones.....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sighhhh........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Before I go on, let me explain the nature of my job. I'm in project management. The projects I handle are all in operation now, and they are 24 hours operations. Therefore I get a lot of phone call from the project manager for me to make decisions. But I'm still new, I don't know how to make many of the decisions. So I would have to seek advice from my boss/supervisor. And then I'll get back to the project manager. So yea, that's how much I use the phone these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I love my phone.. My beloved Sony Ericsson K800i.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SUFCwi8bQeI/AAAAAAAAADY/c7mvV6jp3Jo/s1600-h/sonyericsson-k800-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SUFCwi8bQeI/AAAAAAAAADY/c7mvV6jp3Jo/s320/sonyericsson-k800-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278573640036336098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it died on me. Suddenly the phone just it just decided to stop showing me it's beautiful display, it refuses to speak to me, sighh..... didn't expect that the faithful scratching it gives me when it is trying to tell me that someone is calling me would die too. I felt so sad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem persisted, and I had no choice, but to look for a replacement for me beloved K800i. And the best part, I got no money to find a replacement that is good enough to replace my beloved. So, I had no choice but to go for this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SUFEtirp9SI/AAAAAAAAADo/SuZRNQc9azI/s1600-h/sony-ericsson-w380-cellphone-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SUFEtirp9SI/AAAAAAAAADo/SuZRNQc9azI/s320/sony-ericsson-w380-cellphone-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278575787449644322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;W380i. It's from the Sony Ericsson walkman series. The phone looks nice, it is a normal phone with normal specs, nothing impressive, but at least it looks nice. At least it can function properly as a phone and it looks nice...... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Little did I know, this phone had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; flaw. Especially for a person who uses the phone a lot. The phone's speaker is horrible. I repeat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HORRIBLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The speaker is muffled. When I hear the other person speaking, it's like trying to listen to the person when he/she is speaking with a pillow stuff between the phone and the speaker. Wah lau eh..... So the best thing to do, increase the volume. Then the sound quality sharpens. So basically when I'm on the phone, it's like pricking a needle into me eardrums bit by bit, threatening to one day just tear that eardrum away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So what's the best thing to do? Get a new phone loh.. hahah in a way it's good. I get a new phone. Yay! Sounds nice right? Too bad it is not nice when I have to get a new phone during Arise &amp;amp; Build. Tough tough tough. But I guess I should really get it. It's not really a want, rather it is more on a need. I think....... Well, to avoid getting this speaker problem, I've decided to get a better phone and trying to get the cheapest I can find. But of course I'd have to look for a reasonable one. So basically I've come down to two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia N78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SUFHYpEu8PI/AAAAAAAAADw/OaTIuPIX-tU/s1600-h/N78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SUFHYpEu8PI/AAAAAAAAADw/OaTIuPIX-tU/s320/N78.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278578726923071730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;or Samsung F400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SUFHZ2oLREI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZjtAjTMp_lU/s1600-h/F400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SUFHZ2oLREI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZjtAjTMp_lU/s320/F400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278578747741258818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I kinda like both phones designs, both have rather good specs, both have good review, both are reasonably priced. However, N78 is more expensive but it has WiFi capability, but F400 is cheaper but has no WiFi capability. So how? What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-6919569810983453950?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/6919569810983453950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=6919569810983453950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/6919569810983453950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/6919569810983453950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/12/phones.html' title='phones.....................'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SUFCwi8bQeI/AAAAAAAAADY/c7mvV6jp3Jo/s72-c/sonyericsson-k800-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-1836969330032608398</id><published>2008-12-02T00:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:52:14.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back...................</title><content type='html'>Wow, the last post I've put up was on November 1st! That was one month ago! hahaha I guess I'm really not the type who would like to blog.... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry la dear, I know I'm not the person who would like to blog. But I'll try to put up as much posts as I can k? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It surely has been a busy period. I just started working, and at the same time, there was Emerge, and being in Parades of School surely made it an even busier period. Then came Dance, My Love, which also requires practices (yea, actually it wasn't really hectic for me, I only went for the last three practices. But hey, I have to send the lead girl for practices and acompany her, so does that count? =P).  At the same time, was rather busy with my work, have to travel and all. Whew, sounds busy right? Then out of the blue, Singapore people called us to request us to perform with them for the opening act in Asia Conference, wahh, another practice season. Hahah So, after Asia Conference, it's around this time, and it's busy with work again, which is why I'm blogging now in Labuan. Hahah And after this, will be Christmas play, which I'm involved again! Then after Christmas, do nothing a lil bit, then Chinese New Year. Whew! Super kau man my life. Hahahaha at least it's interesting. And I'm enjoying it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I'm in labuan now, and I came across something I find rather amusing. I would like to ask my dear readers (which I doubt there is more than 3), to think about this. How many would go all mushy mushy with their gf/bf or wife/husband in a super public place? Mushy mushy in a way like calling 'baby baby' in a super manja way, then suddenly out of the blue got one, 'kiss kiss, muacks!'. Hahahah there's this lady behind me now, she's doing that in a super loud manner. I turn around and look, she's on webcam! Hahah I just find it amusing why wanna do this mushy mushy thing in a cyber cafe. Yea, maybe she at home not internet, but if wanna chat online with your partner, don't la do so kau kau mushy.. I not used to it laaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah but then again, I don't know whether I do it with my dear in public or not. Maybe we just don't realise it when we just want to spend time with our love ones. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-1836969330032608398?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/1836969330032608398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=1836969330032608398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/1836969330032608398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/1836969330032608398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/12/back.html' title='Back...................'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-5287605390409818694</id><published>2008-11-01T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:29:12.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna be one heck of  a season.......</title><content type='html'>It is now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the season that will be tough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arise &amp;amp; Build.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asia Conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Global recession. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these = financial crisis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that's one tough season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-5287605390409818694?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/5287605390409818694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=5287605390409818694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/5287605390409818694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/5287605390409818694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-gonna-be-one-heck-of-season.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be one heck of  a season.......'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-245971123578753041</id><published>2008-10-17T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:29:45.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving thanks...........</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been thinking about my life. And to think about it, I've many things that I can thank God for, in just such short period of time, if I'm not mistaken, two months. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start of with my job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been working for the last three months. The company is a prestigious one, it's a good place to begin with. The pay is good, the work is okay okay only, but overall I think it's good. I was supposed to be in one section, but my senior manager wants me to join another section. Initially I thougth, oh no.. Because the first section would probably be a better one, as it actually has more techincal works. The section that I got into, its more on maintenance services. So I guess one can understand my initial grumble. However, as time goes by, I came to realise that the initial section that I was supposed to get into but didn't, how should I put this, I guess I have the better manager now. And I'm really glad about it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I would talk about the nature of my job. I've blogged about this before, about where I was supposed to go to work, and that's offshore. Of course we don't send people out there blindly, we have to get all the weather forecast to prepare all the people we send out there. And when I went out there, the weather forecast was not good. When I went out there, huricanes were just passing by Vietnam, and of course, Vietnam share the same sea as us, the South China Sea. So it does affect the sea conditions of where I was. However, despite all the warnings I received, besides minor minor rain, nothing big happened when I was offshore, the big barge was hardly moving! It's really a blessings. I mean, maybe many people wouldn't know, but conditions out there when it rains it not nice. Imagine wave of 3 metres high coming towards you. That's almost triple your height! One third the height of the 2004 tsunami! Not nice okay... But thank God that there was no such thing for all days I was offshore. A real blessing indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, came Dance, My Love. I'm not dancer, I actually prefer to stay off stage. And despite the lack of practice I had, because I had to go offshore, Pastor Kevin still trusted me to pick up this role and trusted me to do it well. Plus, according to Careen, Pastor actually look heavily upon this role. He emphsize a lot about it and he sees it as a very important role. Of course it didn't help my shyness on stage man. However Pastor believed I could do it. That meant a lot to me. And this was the best part, lil did I know what to expect last. I thought the worst was over after all four performances, I didn't had to go on stage in fear that I might forget my lines, and I definitely didn't have to go on stage to do that silly lil fumble dance or whatever it is called. But, the worst was the last. Pastor was giving credits to the leading casts. I was not on stage. In fact, I was hiding behind David the drummer. Suddenly, Pastor asked for the female lead cast's dad. Then, he asked for the female lead cast's bf. And that was me. Basically Pastor announced to the whole church that I was her bf, and well, the rest was history (something got to do with the role of a pastor, those who were there, would understand). Wahh.. I tell you, not fun man.. haha but I see it as a blessing as well. Why? Because before this, many know that Careen has a bf, but probably don't know how he looks. But now the whole church knows how the bf looks like! So now no one can disturb her...Wahahahah (evil laugh) =P Yea, it's a great blessing to know that Pastor ackowledges our relationship. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what really amazes me is that today I attended CG, and Vincent was talking about Jabez. About how we should have spiritual hunger. But the thing is, it was not about spiritual hunger that touched me. It was a small point that Vincent touched. Which was about what type of people God usually uses. Probably many people would know by now, that God does not use people who are really wise, people who are of wealthy nature, or people who are from noble. The people God usually uses are what we would call now as 'losers'. Okay, I know it sounds crude, but in a way, it is true. God used David, an adulterer. God used Moses, a murderer. God used Jabez, a man who was named after the word 'pain'. And God used Peter and John, mere fishermen. So I was thinking about it when suddenly God spoke to me, and made me realized that I was once used too! And that was during Dance, My Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God chose us to serve. She as a lead, and me picking up a role that is important in the production. I mean, Careen and I are not the best people on earth. We are not excactly great people. We have a lot of our own problems, with our own sins and all. However, God still chose us! What was mentioned in the bible, it is happening in our daily lifes. We just need to realise it. I'll be the first to admit, I'm not a great person. But yet, I was still chosen to serve. And it is indeed an honor. During this production, many lifes were saved. And I was chosen to serve, to be a part in it. It is truly an honor and I really give thanks to God for allowing me to serve. What more else, to serve in something I probably am worst in - to serve on stage. God truly is beyond our comprehension. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trule amazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-245971123578753041?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/245971123578753041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=245971123578753041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/245971123578753041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/245971123578753041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/10/testimonies.html' title='Giving thanks...........'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-2970289042047283194</id><published>2008-10-14T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:09:05.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, My Love.....</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure many would expect that I would blog about this, so, I'll live up to their expectations, I'll blog about City Harvest Church KL latest dance production. Hehe&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed, my love did dance. She did dance her heart out. And her dance was perfect. It's funny, how this withdrawal syndrome works. Pastor Kevin did inform us that we will go thru this withdrawal syndrom period. And to most people, it is because they miss practices and all. I've been thru that for my Parade of School for Emerge 2008. And it is not nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, as far as I thought, I wouldn't expect myself to go thru this syndrom since I didn't spend as much time practicing. I only had about 2 serious practices. And these practices were right before the actual production day. So I don't have this withdrawal syndrom due to the feeling of missing the practices. But I do have another withdrawal syndrom, and I felt it right away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss seeing my love dance. She dance so well, and I enjoy seeing her dance so much. The way she move her body with the music, with all the strength and agility, she never fails to mesmerize me with her dance. She keep saying her ballet is bad. Well, what can you expect for practicing ballet for a couple of months? Dear, if you would to continue practicing ballet, you'll be a really good ballerina. And, her hip hop dance, just so good. I really don't know how to put it in words, and too bad I don't think any photos would justify what I just said. So I guess the best way is to watch the video! So if anyone want to understand what I'm saying about how good her dance is, order the dvd that church would be selling soon..... hmm.. suddenly I'm sounding like a sales person. hhaahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, the dance was awesome. I'm pretty sure many many people felt so and have already said and blog about it. So I don't think I want to repeat what people would say. My personal opinion, it was not good. It was great. Far better than great. Yes I'm biase because this is my baby's production. Hehe well, biase or not, to those who have watched the production, they will know I'm not being biase. Esther was right. This is by far the best production ever by CHCKL. And it was lead by my baby. I'm so proud of you dear. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-2970289042047283194?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/2970289042047283194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=2970289042047283194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/2970289042047283194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/2970289042047283194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/10/dance-my-love.html' title='Dance, My Love.....'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-6187827146394363025</id><published>2008-10-06T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:48:34.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SOo2WfKSZKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/up45Wu-WWaA/s1600-h/DSC01201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SOo2WfKSZKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/up45Wu-WWaA/s320/DSC01201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254071675230774434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the first ever present I received from my dearest. That was about 5 years ago. Time sure flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of time, she has been telling me, my two weeks here doesn't feel as long as these two days. These last two days that I will be here offshore. I've been trying to prevent myself from thinking like that, not to dwell myself upon the fact that I miss her very much, but well, however I want to hold it back, I still miss her very much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last night, we were talking about whether was it the right thing to do that we commit to ourselves so early. Our age gap is not that big, but we did attach ourselves when she was 16. She mentioned that would there be any difference if we would to have got together later, say two years later when she's 18? Frankly I don't know. These are the possibilities that I think could happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Our feelings for each other could have maintained and because we are just friends, both of us dare not make any moves, and that could stay on forever - in other words, we could be just friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Our feelings for each other might die off as we could see that it is not heading anywhere and we might just give up on each other. In other words, she might have another guy or I might have another girl instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We could maintain our feelings, keep it that way for another few years, and then we get attached when she's 18 or something. But I really wonder, would it be the same? The thing is, what I see is that if that would to happen, we might have gotten so used to our friendship feelings that we might not share the moment where Ps. would say, the honeymoon period, when everything is sweet and sun is shining, birds are chirping. And this is something she cherish a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The two of us maintain our feelings for a very very very long time, but dare not make any move in fear that it could jeopardize out friendship, and this could lead us to not fall for other people, and maintain 'bujang' until we're in our late twenties, only finally willing to share our feelings for each other, and getting attached during our late twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This is another scenario of number 4. The same thing happen, we stay bujang for a long time, then finally willing to let go, and go look for other people. But is that healthy? We might not love the other person as much as we love each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I think I watch too much TVB dramas. Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, I think I still made the right decision to ask her to be my gf at that time. I know that the fact at that time she was still young, and that causes many problems in our relationship. Many bumps appeared due to that fact. However, we managed to share our romantic period, we shared many ups and downs, many happy experiences, many sad experiences, and I think this has shaped and concreted this strong bond between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost four years now. And I'm not regretting it one bit. It has been my sweetest, most bitter, sometimes sour or spicy, and yes, salty too, type of relationship. I cherish this relationship a lot and if there's anything that comes in my way, I'm willing to go all out to protect it. Even though it has been so long, and many would think, four years already and probably the honeymoon period has died off, but the two of us are still very fond for each other. We are still going through our sweet, sour/spicy, bitter and salty moments. And I love every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but this is something I just feel like sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regretted all the things that has happened in the past 4 years. I believed everything happened for a reason, and that reason is to concrete our relationship to be a strong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-6187827146394363025?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/6187827146394363025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=6187827146394363025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/6187827146394363025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/6187827146394363025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/10/memories.html' title='Memories........'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SOo2WfKSZKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/up45Wu-WWaA/s72-c/DSC01201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-8265611396293210108</id><published>2008-10-03T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:46:11.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordings..........</title><content type='html'>This is the season of Hari Raya, where all Malays in Malaysia are celebrating this festive season of theirs. However, in the effort of making a bangsa Malaysia, many non-malays have been celebrating this festival by attending open houses by their malay friends and peers. It is a very good thing. And it is a very good effort by the government to actually open house in PWTC for everyone. However, something disturbs me. I read somewhere, can't remember where though, that the Hindraf people were denied access to meet the prime minister initially. And after some speculations, only were they allowed to line up to meet him. Yea I understand that it is true that they are there to protest in hoping of the release of their members from ISA by handing a letter to the PM, but how did the security know that who is from Hindraf? Even if they know, how would they know that these people want to hand the PM a letter? Then again, maybe the Hindraf people told the security. I can actually imagine that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindraf: Oi! I nak jumpa itu PM!&lt;br /&gt;Security: Untuk apa? Hah? Nak cari pasal ka?&lt;br /&gt;Hindraf: Cari pasal lu punya kepala la! I nak bagi surat ni!&lt;br /&gt;Security: Tak boleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, why la cannot? The thing is, they are not there to create havoc, and they as citizens of Malaysia are entitled to meet the PM during this event, why were they denied access in the first place? Weird. Speaking of democracy and freedom in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all out of topic of what I wanted to blog about. What la me, so cheong hei. Hahah But yeap, it's still about Hari Raya though. So those who watch tv a lot would know that PM has made a recording to wish everyone Selamat Hari Raya. And I can't help but to notice how sloppy and sleepy he was. Throughout his speech, Jeanne would just stand there and smile at the camera. And at the end of his wishes, he and Jeanne wished everyone Selamat Hari Raya, but PM started of saying Selamat, then only Jeanne join in to say Hari Raya. Urmm.... it could be an error of timing, or maybe it is out of the script and she just wanna SS and join in. However, what amuses me is this, if indeed it was an error, why couldn't they take another take of that scene? Even if it was not an error, they should have spotted that defect and do it one more time! Even HTV in church would say cut! Do one more time! HTV is a church announcement, and yet they do it so professionally. This is a national greeting from the country's premier! Why so sloppy? Hmmmm............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I notices these days I've been noticing about these political stuff too much. Making my life unhappy. Not good not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, I've been offshore for a week now. Another 5 more days and I'll be flying home. Yay! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-8265611396293210108?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/8265611396293210108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=8265611396293210108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/8265611396293210108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/8265611396293210108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/10/recordings.html' title='Recordings..........'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-8504935790911540082</id><published>2008-10-02T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:03:37.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..............</title><content type='html'>Something funny to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a fellow night shifter onboard. He is the contractor's inspector. His job is mainly to keep track, and to make sure things are going on well in whatever the contractor is doing. Basically to inspect the job onboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I didn't meet him. He came into my office to drop of some report. Or to take some report. I really don't know. So I asked him a normal person-in-charge would ask his subordinate. I asked him the what are the conditions outside. How are things coming on. He looked at me, all blur, well, this is our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, how are things going on? How many repairs were done tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: ???&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er, how are things outside la?&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Er, sorry ar, I just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Me: =_='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah funny la. His expression was almost priceless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when it happened it was pretty funny. Somehow it doesn't sound that funny when I put it in words here. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-8504935790911540082?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/8504935790911540082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=8504935790911540082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/8504935790911540082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/8504935790911540082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='..............'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-2877990844372687335</id><published>2008-10-01T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:42:19.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More offshore stories.......</title><content type='html'>Today, as usual, while having dinner, my senior would be sharing a lot of his past experience, his past stories as an offshore veteran. There are sure a lot of stories from him. But today, he mentioned stories that kinda are related to our current politics, and it really got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned about how the customs at ports always take money, how they take bribes, and some certain countries, they just make random checks just to see what can they take from your luggage. It sounds absurd right? But it happens. For instant, in this particular third world country, the customs would ransack your bag, and if you have anything, ranging from a coca-cola (yes, just a can of coca-cola), to you i-pod, they will just take it. I even heard of a case of these customs making random checks on girls, mind you, these customs are males, and they basically took advantage of the poor girls. But what can you do? Complain about them? If they do find out that you are the one complaining about them, they can just put a small bag of heroine into your luggage and frame you for drugs possession. And yes, these customs people have bags of drugs prepared somewhere to just 'slot' into your luggage if you ever offend them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how are all these related to our politics? Dirty money, bribery, sexual scandal... so many of them. And this the thing that got me thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are humans such horrible beings? Sometimes it makes me wonder, in what way humans are more superior compared to animals? So many people are acting like animals! I know, many people would relate it to sin, and yes, so would I. Sin would be the main culprit in this case. However, we can choose whether we want to sin. All these are choices we make in our life. My senior even made this comment, somehow he feels that in this current world, there are no other ways of getting rich if you do not do any of these 'activities'. Somehow it is true. It is difficult to be rich by just being nice. The classic example is this, you want to open a business, definitely you would need a permit from the authorities. The authorities has only one permit and so happen your competitor outdo you in the sense of bribery. You just want to do a clean business but you don't get the permit. Why? Because you decided to want to be clean. This is very real in our current world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the sin part. Like I said, many including myself would associate these wrong doings to sin. But choice here would play a big role as well. So why do people choose to be such horrible beings? Thinking about it, do we have a choice? The world is so bad right now, that the good people have no choice but to be dirty as well. This is really disturbing. This has been really disturbing. Is it possible to lead an honest lifein the current world now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-2877990844372687335?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/2877990844372687335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=2877990844372687335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/2877990844372687335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/2877990844372687335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-offshore-stories.html' title='More offshore stories.......'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-7111664033429117069</id><published>2008-09-29T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:12:19.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offshore stories.....</title><content type='html'>It has been quite some time since I last updated, and currently I'm at offshore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would think that it's cool and nice to work here, but in actual fact, I come here representing my company, the client. And being the client, it is not fun. It is boring. There is nothing to do because the contractor would basically do everything. My job, is just to monitor. How boring is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting in a way of how they work offshore, how do they get things done, and how management is portrayed at its best here. However, there are just that many things to see. After knowing everything, the life here becomes routine. What more else, I'm working in the night shift. From 11pm to 11am.  Yes, night shift. Wahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the good thing is that being the client, everything provided for me is the best on the ship. I have Astro, I have internet access in the office, and food is always provided for me! I even have a fridge in my room! Wahahah but to those who know me well, I'm not the type who can just sit put doing nothing. I'm the type who runs around, and being on a ship is not helping. I cannot run anywhere! If I simply run around, I'll knock into pipes la, cranes la, drills la, things like that! ahhahah And I can't exactly jump off the ship. I've seen weird looking fishes swimming around the ship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I forgot to bring the cable that connects my phone to the comp, so I'll post the pictures when I manage to upload the pics into a comp la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-7111664033429117069?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/7111664033429117069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=7111664033429117069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/7111664033429117069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/7111664033429117069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/09/offshore-stories.html' title='Offshore stories.....'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-3305667877750614679</id><published>2008-09-24T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:48:09.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>he's leavin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dear all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i wish to inform that our beloved mr. hoon will be away for work offshore for about 12 days starting today. there will be no handphone reception, internet, or whatsoever..because he'll be going offshore. so in these 12 days, he'll not be able to contact me in whatever way, except maybe through the phone which he can use for maybe once a day. so for the time that hoon bock is not around, i'll be standing in to inform you of my sadness. stay  tuned for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;careen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-3305667877750614679?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/3305667877750614679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=3305667877750614679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/3305667877750614679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/3305667877750614679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/09/hes-leavin.html' title='he&apos;s leavin&apos;'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-4266015805685217793</id><published>2008-09-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:34:49.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning.......</title><content type='html'>I had a conversation with Careen recently, and she said something which really got us thinking and discussing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life all just about planning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this really means is do we have to plan every single thing in our life? That includes finances, our future progression, where do we want to go, what should we do, everything. Can't we just live a care-free life where we just do what we want and not think about the consequences of not planning? Many of us think that we are spontaneous, like we just think, I'm living a life not thinking about the future, or I'm just going according to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to think about it, is that what we really want? Without certainties of what will be heading towards us? Imagine this - spontaneously, I say, 'I want to go to Cameron Highlands!' And I just do it without planning. Little did I know, I go up there, only to know there are no hotels for me to stay in! I'll lose a lot of money for that little spontaneous stunt I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, what Careen said was true too. But if we plan every single thing in our life, wouldn't it be too rigid? Wouldn't it be too boring? Where would the excitement be? I guess it's just about balance, spontaneous and plan at the same time. I guess spontaneous here would just be out of the blue green moon, I say I'd like to do something different. Then I plan on it. Well, to me, I like to do that. I somehow just like the sense of achievement if what I've planned came to pass. To me it is fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to some other people planning everything is just irritating. Everything we do we must say, wait, let me think about it, let me plan. Even when we are talking about a trip that we spontaneously decided to go, the excitement would just koyak! Some people just don't like to plan. That's what I found out. So what's your stand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-4266015805685217793?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/4266015805685217793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=4266015805685217793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4266015805685217793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4266015805685217793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/09/planning.html' title='Planning.......'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-5491590875306064808</id><published>2008-09-18T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:22:51.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOSET......</title><content type='html'>What does BOSET means? It is Basic Offshore Safety and Emergency Training. This is mandatory for me to get my offshore passport. Yea, means I'm going offshore - during raya. Sad man. But it's alright, I'm looking at the bright side. I'm learning stuff, and I'm getting allowance for it! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I feel like jotting the training down here. I find this training rather amusing. The training had been cramp down from a 3 day course to 2 days. So everything was like a rush. Started out with some funky helicopter escape thing. Well, since I'll be going offshore, sometimes I'll be going to the oil rigs as well. And I'll be taking helicopter. (Actually I can't wait to board a helicopter... kekeke) So since it's like that, I have to learn how to escape the helicopter IF it crashes. Things I get myself into. Sigh.. haha also, I have to learn sea survival skills. Just in case anything explodes in the middle of the ocean, I'll have to throw myself overboard, learn how to keep warm, how to board a life raft, how to signal search and rescue teams, learn how not to drown, learn how not to hit people, and most of all, learn to be selfish. Hahah something amusing that I find in this training is they keep telling you to be selfish. You see a guy drowning and you have your safety jacket, leave that guy alone, let him drown. That's what they tell us. haha today's fire lessons, in a burning platform, if you have some breathing system, and a guy is suffocating and grasp you legs asking for help, kick that guy away and leave him be. hhahahaha things they teach us man. But in a way, it is true la. Like the drowning case, if you decided to help, you might drown too. Apparently, everytime a person is drowning, he is given a new skill. It is called the death lock. For example, a kid is drowning in the river. His group of friends are at the river side looking at him drown and they panic. One guy decided to help his drowning friend. He went down to try to save his friend. When he reaches his drowning friend, little did he know about this death lock. His drowning friend 'death-locked' him. So now we have two people drowning. His other two friends decided to help too. So they went to them, and got 'death-locked' too. And that's how you get the news of 4 boys drowning in the river quite some time back. Whereas for the fire case, if you help him, the breathing system might not be able to support two people. So it's double trouble! So save yourself, get the emergency response team to save that guy. So worst is one fella die only mah. That's what my instructor said. Wahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, that's what I've been learning in this training. How to be selfish. Haha but besides that, I learn how to escape a capsized helicpoter, how to board a raft, how to stay alive in a drifted raft, hoping someone would save me, I learned how to fight fire, (but the basic type la, oh and plus, it was my first time ever using a fire estinguisher, shows how save I am, don't simple play with fire, wahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm home now, since they are all praying. Have to leave now for the CPR lessons! Yay! Hopefully I can go whack someone's chest till he wakes up. Wakakakakaakak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've completed my BOSET, and I'm so called qualified to have my offshore passport. Really weird. I slept in most of the theory classes. And I'm qualified. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll tell the last bit of my training - the CPR lessons. HAha it was super funny. The class that I'm in, have about 40 people, and only 2 females. The instructor for CPR is a lady. But it was alright. That was not the problem. When I got into the class, the first thing that greet me was three manikins. These 'humans' are the 'people' that are in need of CPR. But we were told to not bother about these manikins first, and to attend the theoretical lessons first. Like usual, slept in class loh. Wakakak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the amusing part. So after the theoretical lessons, we moved on to the practial lessons. And we were to do the CPR on the manikins I've mentioned. To my amusement, the manikin was female, with boobs and all, and she's called Little Anne! So the instructor showed us how to do CPR on the manikin, and this is how it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SNROuyNt6gI/AAAAAAAAADI/e1uveqF_9zU/s1600-h/cpr1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SNROuyNt6gI/AAAAAAAAADI/e1uveqF_9zU/s320/cpr1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247906031453727234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So imagine doing that on a girl. And here I was, in the middle of the room full of guys. And now, imagine the situation of the room. Hahah and to make things worst, the instructor said, 'don't put your fingers on to the chest, it'll hurt the ribs!' And then she squeezed the boob. Hmm.... I don't know what she was thinking, but it definitely got the room excited.... Not me of course. I was more amused on how all these guys were excited! I'm pretty sure they are all older than me, maybe about late twenties? And they should be married! So why so excited about a professional instructor, telling us not to put the fingers onto the chest in prevention of hurting the ribs of the other person? Hmmm... maturity, maturity. Ahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-5491590875306064808?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/5491590875306064808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=5491590875306064808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/5491590875306064808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/5491590875306064808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/09/boset.html' title='BOSET......'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SNROuyNt6gI/AAAAAAAAADI/e1uveqF_9zU/s72-c/cpr1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-6310273173444984597</id><published>2008-09-18T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:52:31.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping spree.....</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure someone is really happy. So many thanks on her blog! I think got about 100+ man. Don't believe me? Check out yourself &lt;a href="http://www.careen.vox.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just really good. Manage to get everything in like, less than 3 hours! Seriously some achievement for the both of us. Every time there's something that we have in our mind to buy, but in the end it'd take us a few days because we just can't seem to find the right one. Today it didn't even took us half a day! What an accomplishment man. Dear, we should go call Malaysian Book of Record la. kekeke =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically all shopping for her event is done, got all the things that she wanted. All of them being exactly how she wants it, the dress type, length, color, all those criteria. And I'm pretty sure she's really happy. Then the shoes, accessories, everything done. So yeap, we're all prepare to conquer the event! =D&lt;br /&gt;Dear ar, I'm really happy and excited for you too. I'm glad that you enjoyed and you are really happy. I'm really happy too.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Delv, I'm really happy for you. You've got so many blessings from God that you really deserve them. This comes to show none of our faith we put into Him would be in vain. You are another living testimony of His goodness. And I'm really happy for you. Congrats man. Don't forget about all your beloved cg members ar.. Wakakaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-6310273173444984597?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/6310273173444984597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=6310273173444984597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/6310273173444984597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/6310273173444984597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/09/shopping-spree.html' title='shopping spree.....'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-237462551657181015</id><published>2008-09-15T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:51:15.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah lau......</title><content type='html'>Well, this happened quite a while back, but it is something really sudden and shocking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after two Sunday service ago, when the beauty pageants and manhunt finalists gathered together for a nice meal in Zanmai in Pyramid. They invited Careen too as she was a really good help to them (well, she was the runner), and I, being the sampat one, would definitely be there. Haha no la, they invited me too. Frankly speaking I don't know why. But anyhow, I went for the lunch too. The food there was nice, surprisingly cheap. Er, it's not really cheap cheap, but it was cheaper than expected, and cheaper than Zen over at the opposite. I had the grilled eel rice thing (I really don't know what is that dish called), and as normal, Careen's food were all orange. Those who know her well enough, yea, you know what the food was. Dear, try la something else. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, that's not my point. The main highlight of the day was this, we just finished ordering our food, and Careen went fellowshipping with everyone else. Oh did I mention that Pastor Kevin, Esther, David, Andrea, Joy and Ah Wen were there too? So yeap, Careen went fellowshipping with them and left me alone... *sobs sobs* Hehe no la, actually I was talking to Raymond and I think she was bored so she went chatting with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was talking with Raymond, suddenly I felt a chill down my spine. Suddenly I felt Careen was hopping towards me, and yes, she was literally hopping towards me, and with that normal cheeky big wide smile of hers, I knew she had something to tell me. And usually this kind of smile, it's not really good news to me. My alarm started ringing, and all I could hear at that time was, *danger! danger! danger!* Ahaahahah super drama man me. I really don't know what's wrong with me today, super lame. But yea, to continue, so Careen hopped to me, tap my shoulder, and told me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careen: Dear, guess what.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (scared) Er, yea?&lt;br /&gt;Careen: Just now Esther asked me whether are you in the dance production or not.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (lagi scared) Er, and then?&lt;br /&gt;Careen: Then she said (I presume their conversation went like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Esther: Careen, er, Boon Hock's not in the dance production right?&lt;br /&gt;          Careen: Yea loh, he's not in.&lt;br /&gt;          Esther: Oh, well, yea, he's in the production.&lt;br /&gt;                 Careen: *gasp* really?&lt;br /&gt;          Esther: Yea, and he's playing the role of the pastor.&lt;br /&gt;                 Careen: *Yelps excitingly* (then she starts hopping towards me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er... and my face went:  =________=&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careen: *gives me that big big cheeky smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who know me, they would know I'm not a front stage person. I prefer to do things 'behind the scene' style. I'm not into performing arts, I prefer doing technical things. So yea, this was really a big surprise to me. But I'm glad that Pastor and Esther gave me this chance to do this. It's an honor to be able to serve in church. And the best part is, I get to work in a production where my dearest will be the lead. This is really gonna be great. And I really thank God for this oppurtunity and blessings. Yay! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-237462551657181015?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/237462551657181015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=237462551657181015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/237462551657181015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/237462551657181015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/09/wah-lau.html' title='Wah lau......'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-9081023642373806028</id><published>2008-09-14T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:13:31.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.........</title><content type='html'>I'm not happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-9081023642373806028?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/9081023642373806028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=9081023642373806028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/9081023642373806028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/9081023642373806028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='.........'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-5607226913167033702</id><published>2008-09-05T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:12:33.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired tired.....</title><content type='html'>During my last semester in my uni, I took up this course called Operation and Construction Management. I didn't thought that I would actually one day implement this, as I thought I would be heading towards the designing line of my field. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my position in Petronas is Installation Engineer, which many, including me would think that there would be many designing phase that I would have to go through. That is not what it seems. I am currently an Installation Engineer doing Underwater Services. To those who do not understand what I'm saying, it's perfectly fine, because it is very technical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what it means is I'm doing inspection and maintenance work, and I thought I'll be doing designing work in the office! But when I got to know more about this position, I realized that it is more about project management. And that is where my course Operation and Construction Management comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you guys a short crash course of this subject. Basically, in all project management, there will be 2 parties, the client, and the contractor. The client is basically the owner of the project, and the contractor is hired by the client to do the work, like construction and all. Petronas do not do its own jobs. It always give out the work to the contractors to do the works that they are doing, and pay the contractors money to do the jobs. Therefore, I'm basically the client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, to me, being the client is rather easy. All the client have to do is to think how to allocate the money, and just tell the contractors what we want, and they cannot say no. Well, we are the client, we pay them. So technically we are their employers and you do not offend your employers. Sounds easy and cool huh? All you have to do is to order people around. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the client is not as easy as it seems. You give the contractor work, they demand this and that from you. Wah lau, tiring man. You tell them, go do this, they tell you, give me the drawings, give me the report, give me this, give me that. And there would be me, having to search high and low for these documents that they want. If not, they cannot do the work. Tiring sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, after reading this what I've just wrote, I feel that what I've pen down here is rather meaningless. However, it's good that I've wasted your time to read all the nonsense that I've pen down. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, being lame again. Chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-5607226913167033702?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/5607226913167033702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=5607226913167033702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/5607226913167033702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/5607226913167033702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired-tired.html' title='tired tired.....'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-4045058432106900196</id><published>2008-09-03T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:51:53.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i like this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I received this recently, and I think it is really meaningful, or rather it is just simply &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Absolutely   amazing!&lt;br /&gt;The Beauty of Mathematics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1 x 8   + 1 = 9&lt;br /&gt;12 x 8 + 2 = 98&lt;br /&gt;123 x 8 + 3 = 987&lt;br /&gt;1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876&lt;br /&gt;12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765&lt;br /&gt;123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654&lt;br /&gt;1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543&lt;br /&gt;12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432&lt;br /&gt;123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1 x 9   + 2 = 11&lt;br /&gt;12 x 9 + 3 = 111&lt;br /&gt;123 x 9 + 4 = 1111&lt;br /&gt;1234 x 9 + 5 = 11111&lt;br /&gt;12345 x 9 + 6 = 111111&lt;br /&gt;123456 x 9 + 7 = 1111111&lt;br /&gt;1234567 x 9 + 8 = 11111111&lt;br /&gt;12345678 x 9 + 9 = 111111111&lt;br /&gt;123456789 x 9 +10= 1111111111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9 x 9   + 7 = 88&lt;br /&gt;98 x 9 + 6 = 888&lt;br /&gt;987 x 9 + 5 = 8888&lt;br /&gt;9876 x 9 + 4 = 88888&lt;br /&gt;98765 x 9 + 3 = 888888&lt;br /&gt;987654 x 9 + 2 = 8888888&lt;br /&gt;9876543 x 9 + 1 = 88888888&lt;br /&gt;98765432 x 9 + 0 = 888888888&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Brilliant,   isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And   look at this symmetry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1 x 1   = 1&lt;br /&gt;11 x 11 = 121&lt;br /&gt;111 x 111 = 12321&lt;br /&gt;1111 x 1111 = 1234321&lt;br /&gt;11111 x 11111 = 123454321&lt;br /&gt;111111 x 111111 = 12345654321&lt;br /&gt;1111111 x 1111111 = 1234567654321&lt;br /&gt;11111111 x 11111111 = 123456787654321&lt;br /&gt;111111111 x 111111111 = 12345678987654321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now,   take a look at this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;101% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;From   a strictly mathematical viewpoint: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What   Equals 100%? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What   does it mean to give MORE than 100%? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ever   wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We   have all been in situations where someone wants you to GIVE OVER 100%. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How about   ACHIEVING 101%? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What   equals 100% in life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here's   a little mathematical formula that might help answer these questions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A B C   D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Is   represented as: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1 2 3   4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O-   R- K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8+1+18+4+23+   15+18+11 = 98% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E-   D-G-E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11+14+15+23+&lt;wbr&gt;12+5+4+7+   5 = 96% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U-   D-E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1+20+20+9+20+   21+4+5 = 100% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;THEN,   look how far the love of God will take you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L-O-V-E-O-F-   G-O-D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;12+15+22+5+15+   6+7+15+4 = 101% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Therefore,   one can conclude with mathematical certainty that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;While   Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;get   you there, It's the Love of God that will put you over the top! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that's what I call cool mathematics. Awesome, isn't it? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-4045058432106900196?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/4045058432106900196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=4045058432106900196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4045058432106900196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4045058432106900196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-like-this.html' title='i like this....'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-4775309498470551004</id><published>2008-09-01T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:23:42.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday...</title><content type='html'>September 1st, its my birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, what a great way to celebrate this day. It was truly one of the best birthdays I've had in like, 5 years maybe? All these years, somehow or rather there would be something to disrupt and make my birthday a lil disturbing. But I don't think I'll get into that. The main point is, I had a great birthday this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started last weekend, when I graduated with first class honors. That was already a blast. Then came this weekend. Emerge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerge was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLvdayWKrJI/AAAAAAAAACY/aJwGkS-N7-4/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLvdayWKrJI/AAAAAAAAACY/aJwGkS-N7-4/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241026043636788370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The awesomeness of the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the day when we had to do our POS stuff. It was pretty hectic, have to bring our stuffs from church to Sunway Convention Center, rehearsal, doing make up... yes, I did applied some make up. Only mousturiser,  the base thing (which I have no idea what is it), and foundation. Apparently it is to make my face brighter and let the light on stage bounce off my face. I really don't understand this. To me, light can actually bounce off anything! Why need make up? Still don't understand. After preparing ourselves, we did our thing. It was great. Normally our stunts fumble here and there, but on that day, everything went up in perfect timing. But the best part is this, not only did MINT's POS team did everything well, so did other clusters. Now that's awesome. God's grace was indeed upon us all. We did everything well, and I really hope God's glory was shown thru our POS presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my free day, I thought of checking out the talentime, but my dearest wanted me to be there with her. You see, she was the runner (to assist) the participants of beauty pageant and manhunt. So I was there. Finally, the runner job came to me, I was really, actually, indeed the 'run'-ner for them. I ran up and down ta-pau-ing food for the make up artists, the hair stylist and the participants. If I'm not mistaken, I think I went to Giant once, and Mcd like, 5 times.  Yes, 5 times in less than 3 hours. But I think it is really great. I get to help out in Emerge. I guess that's the best part. Being part of Emerge. Also, I get to stay in a room full of pretty girls. Wahahhaahaha! Oh and by the way, here's our Ms Emerge 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLveLCP0IsI/AAAAAAAAACg/R0X18B2RvkY/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLveLCP0IsI/AAAAAAAAACg/R0X18B2RvkY/s320/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241026872538833602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLveLGSV5NI/AAAAAAAAACo/prcXk1NGGq8/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLveLGSV5NI/AAAAAAAAACo/prcXk1NGGq8/s320/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241026873623176402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLveLCVhnoI/AAAAAAAAACw/PfMunyMVj7o/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLveLCVhnoI/AAAAAAAAACw/PfMunyMVj7o/s320/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241026872562785922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiyo, Sarah, makan saje tau... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Sunday, went for Sunday service, attend the grooming workshop, and the grand finale. The grooming workshop was awesome. I didn't know there were so many things to know just to present yourself to people. Your hair, the way you stand, by the way, did you know, for a man, you should stand with your legs open big? And not just one feet apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLve6FO9YhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AwWD9UDetX8/s1600-h/140681-my-feet-in-my-gladiator-sandles-a-la-russel-crowe-standing-on-a-ruin--athens-greece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLve6FO9YhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AwWD9UDetX8/s320/140681-my-feet-in-my-gladiator-sandles-a-la-russel-crowe-standing-on-a-ruin--athens-greece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241027680794403346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By standing this way, you give people the impression you are confused whether you are male or female! So for males, we must stand like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLvfQtS5zFI/AAAAAAAAADA/z7GloJ_cdXQ/s1600-h/macho1405_468x836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLvfQtS5zFI/AAAAAAAAADA/z7GloJ_cdXQ/s320/macho1405_468x836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241028069505485906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Macho man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me man. This is taught by a professional. But there were indeed a lot of things that can be learned. I'm not gonna exposed anything here. Go to Asian Conference 2008 in Singapore end of this year for the workshop. Wahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;So after the workshop, was the grand finale. That is when we would know who will win POS, and the overall cluster champion. And guess what, MINT won both! (yes, I know it was not tough to guess la... ) It was really great. What a way to really start of my birthday at twelve midnight. So I thought, we've won, it's a great thing, it's gonna be great to celebrate with the gf, but mana tau she was upset! Wah, spoilt my mood man. Our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: dear, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;her: nothing, you go take photos with them la.&lt;br /&gt;me: dear, i know there's something wrong. Tell me la. (I mean, she was showing black face, it was obvious she was upset with something)&lt;br /&gt;her: nothing, you go take photos with them la.&lt;br /&gt;me: dear....(about to say something else)&lt;br /&gt;her: you go la... faster....&lt;br /&gt;me: ....................... okie.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering, why happy happy she so upset la? I kept wanting to accompany her since she's upset, but she kept chasing me away to take photos with the group. And she really did chase me away! So what to do, go take photos loh. Then while taking photos on stage, suddenly, a birthday cake came. Wah I tell you, Esther did made the right choice to cast her for the lead in the upcoming production. She can really act! She was acting upset to surprise me! And I bought the bait! Wahh... malu man.. but it was really great. I was shocked, I was so happy. She's so sweet to plan this with the POS team.  And crap, I just realised I don't have a photo of the cake. Hopefully someone else has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To whom that has photos of emerge, please send them to me, I'd really love to have a collection of the Emerge photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, it was awesome. Not to forget Ps. Kong's msg was great. He's really daring and dare to touch things many would prefer not to. Things so controversial, yet true, and he's not afraid to offend people. He just want to get God's message across. And I really respect that of Ps. Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically this is to sum up why my birthday this year was a blast:&lt;br /&gt;1. I got first class honors.&lt;br /&gt;2. We won POS.&lt;br /&gt;3. We won overall cluster champion.&lt;br /&gt;4. Emerge was really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last but not least, she was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank dear, I really appreciate all that you've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-4775309498470551004?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/4775309498470551004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=4775309498470551004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4775309498470551004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/4775309498470551004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday.html' title='birthday...'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLvdayWKrJI/AAAAAAAAACY/aJwGkS-N7-4/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-3748551163592112857</id><published>2008-08-28T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:41:26.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally..</title><content type='html'>It is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerge is TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we all have looking forward to. The day we all have been preparing so much for. It is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Mighty Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rock the stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-3748551163592112857?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/3748551163592112857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=3748551163592112857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/3748551163592112857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/3748551163592112857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally.html' title='finally..'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-6313439816579421699</id><published>2008-08-24T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:48:27.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very first post.</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. I really don't know how to start. This is my very first post, but I have two posts before this. Feels weird. haha But thanks dear, for creating this for me. You're so sweet. =) Another thing feeling weird is that, before anything was even up, I have so many visits already. Wow, you've gotta admit, Careen does have quite an influence power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all that er, came to this empty blog before it even has anything! haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, as many would have known by now, I've graduated. With FIRST CLASS HONORS! Something I really didn't expect. My expectation was Second Class Upper, because my results are just slightly below the first class point. But little did I know, the mark was actually way lower than what I've obtained. I think.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My convocation was an awesome one. Started out with all my loved ones, except one who's currently making money in London (hey, if you are reading this, I want a reward for my achievement from London), were there to attend my convocation. Secondly, early in the morning only did I found out that I got first class. Wahh.. happy happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I made many proud, with this results I've obtained. I guess that's one of the little things that I can do to make my loved ones happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJbnXXtB4I/AAAAAAAAABA/GEx76D4Xw2M/s1600-h/Picture+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For now, I think I'll do the usual blog thing. I'll post some pictures! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJbnXXtB4I/AAAAAAAAABA/GEx76D4Xw2M/s1600-h/Picture+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJbnXXtB4I/AAAAAAAAABA/GEx76D4Xw2M/s320/Picture+276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238350048431769474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome to my convo... er... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJbnhyML0I/AAAAAAAAABI/-5q8BCulZks/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJbnhyML0I/AAAAAAAAABI/-5q8BCulZks/s320/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238350051227217730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The grand hall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJbn4Fp6TI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Cx5EuWigEJw/s1600-h/Picture+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJbn4Fp6TI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Cx5EuWigEJw/s320/Picture+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238350057214437682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Told ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJbn4OAZ5I/AAAAAAAAABY/OGcmfJrCeu0/s1600-h/Picture+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJbn4OAZ5I/AAAAAAAAABY/OGcmfJrCeu0/s320/Picture+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238350057249466258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The graduates! (some of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJboUmm5MI/AAAAAAAAABg/A69y4OOCUx4/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJboUmm5MI/AAAAAAAAABg/A69y4OOCUx4/s320/Picture+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238350064868844738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no idea what was I doing. I think I was looking for my parents. Erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJfZi2HdCI/AAAAAAAAABo/4b1E3VTJ3I4/s1600-h/Picture+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJfZi2HdCI/AAAAAAAAABo/4b1E3VTJ3I4/s320/Picture+207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238354209040462882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me talking business with Tun Mahathir. He agreed to a business proposal of mine. Wahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJfZw-8dhI/AAAAAAAAABw/AXjdR--KxHg/s1600-h/Picture+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJfZw-8dhI/AAAAAAAAABw/AXjdR--KxHg/s320/Picture+208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238354212835587602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now this is weird. Cheng Yi with my name. Haha I tell you, Careen sure have some photo shooting skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJfZ8lYkNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aE-Jy1kYKIg/s1600-h/Picture+289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJfZ8lYkNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aE-Jy1kYKIg/s320/Picture+289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238354215949603026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and my family (minus the one who's supposed to reward me from London).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJfZ7dfwuI/AAAAAAAAACA/V8HJ2zwFLXo/s1600-h/Picture+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJfZ7dfwuI/AAAAAAAAACA/V8HJ2zwFLXo/s320/Picture+288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238354215648084706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJjV9J04hI/AAAAAAAAACI/CS7ola-dp4U/s1600-h/DSC-4812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJjV9J04hI/AAAAAAAAACI/CS7ola-dp4U/s320/DSC-4812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238358545429488146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The awesome MINT team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJjV-R0CII/AAAAAAAAACQ/77b7_urn6Uo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJjV-R0CII/AAAAAAAAACQ/77b7_urn6Uo/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238358545731422338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE DARE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-6313439816579421699?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/6313439816579421699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=6313439816579421699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/6313439816579421699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/6313439816579421699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/08/very-first-post.html' title='very first post.'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SLJbnXXtB4I/AAAAAAAAABA/GEx76D4Xw2M/s72-c/Picture+276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-8858216442618989734</id><published>2008-08-24T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T06:27:13.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorables'/><title type='text'>graduated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;24.08.08: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nbh finally graduated from a 5-year Civil Engineering course in Universiti Teknologi Petronas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;First Class Honours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;love and pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Careen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-8858216442618989734?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/8858216442618989734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=8858216442618989734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/8858216442618989734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/8858216442618989734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/08/graduation.html' title='graduated'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3922496816334561553.post-675302196244945240</id><published>2008-08-19T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:03:16.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>wooooohooooo-ness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;opening ceremony by beautiful careen :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;will drop by to interupt once in a while. toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3922496816334561553-675302196244945240?l=ngboonhock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/feeds/675302196244945240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3922496816334561553&amp;postID=675302196244945240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/675302196244945240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3922496816334561553/posts/default/675302196244945240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngboonhock.blogspot.com/2008/08/wooooohooooo-ness.html' title='wooooohooooo-ness!'/><author><name>nbh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02165093427719161323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsiyUqakgQo/SKvGdgHLpoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pqtRRkcyF2g/S220/boon%2520hock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
