<?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-35894192</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:52:08.348+08:00</updated><category term='Things I like'/><category term='nursery school'/><category term='Things I do'/><category term='Things I found which are interesting'/><category term='custard'/><category term='Artistic Pictures of Me'/><category term='Britney Spears'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='Holidays and Special Occasions'/><category term='Mummy'/><category term='working it like Tyra'/><category term='Things mummy teaches me'/><title type='text'>JIMIBOT TRANSFORM!</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Jimi Puvan Poo and these are the days of my life. I licked daddys computer yesterday. Hi daddy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-6705292633578702235</id><published>2008-05-15T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:27:57.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SCvSA2hLrgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hedePm0HirY/s1600-h/jimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200481106805894658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SCvSA2hLrgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hedePm0HirY/s320/jimi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody, lookie what I found! This was me when I was in my mummy's tummy (about 3 months? Can't remember) Wow it really does look like me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sigh* I do remember the good ol times when I used to just float around and suck up my food through a tube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how come my body looks like a Chicken drumstick? Thank goodness that got sorted before I came out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-6705292633578702235?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/6705292633578702235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=6705292633578702235&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/6705292633578702235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/6705292633578702235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/05/was-that-really-me.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SCvSA2hLrgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hedePm0HirY/s72-c/jimi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-3172978256592002275</id><published>2008-05-14T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:01:24.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good on ya Mum!</title><content type='html'>ohohdjfd, Im so excited for mummy! Today her client unexpectedly bought 2 units of the Westin REsidences in Auckland! Thats like some sorta miracle cause these apartments are RM2 million each and really not that easy to sell. So mummy did RM 4 million today, YAY! Mummy was so happy she called me immediately. I was at Ramlas house watching TV and having some snacks. She said she needed my help to talk to her boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres the game plan. Shes going to make me all dirty and rub some mud into my eyes and cheeks to make us look very poor and suffering. She'll take me to work and apologise that there is nobody to look after me. She has to work so hard on weekends that on weekdays she has no choice but to babysit me and go to work at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while I am eating my lunch of plain rice porridge in the office, she will gently approach her boss about getting 1% comission. Of course the boss will say no, and so I will toddle in and say "please boss, please." and give him my big puddle eyes. Then the boss will agree to 0.5%, which mummy will take and then complain about how stingy her boss is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a clever plan! I'll keep you guys updated on how it works out ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-3172978256592002275?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/3172978256592002275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=3172978256592002275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/3172978256592002275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/3172978256592002275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-on-ya-mum.html' title='Good on ya Mum!'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-7536530658279772330</id><published>2008-05-14T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:26:14.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness I Survived Mothers Day!</title><content type='html'>Whew! I was soo stressed out cause of Mothers Day. It was so much pressure for me cause I know that Im mummy's only little boy, and if I dont get her something nice then she wont have anything at all. And then Nana too, what will I get her? And Poh Poh? Triple pressure I tell you! It was all too much for a little 2 year old like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I didn't even know it was Mothers day, until the day before, when mummy reminded me. Thats when the pressure began. I tried to ask daddy for help but it was clear that he was still all sickly and WASNT EVEN GOING TO GET HER ANYTHING. I went to my Alliance bank virtual pet piggy bank but I didnt know how to open it to get the money out. It was clear that I would have to take something from Nanas room and give it to mummy, and then take something from Mummy's room and give it to Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to cut a long story short, I did a whole lot of messes, which resulted in Nana's underwear being in mummys drawers among other things, when finally I found $200 from Auntie Sue in an ang pow from my first birthday. I guess mummy must have missed that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy! In the end, I bought mummy dinner at Atria and I bought Nana a rose scented candle in an embroidered bag. I didnt get Poh Poh anything cause she is in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! thank goodness thats over and everyone is happy. What did you get your Mum for mothers day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-7536530658279772330?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/7536530658279772330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=7536530658279772330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/7536530658279772330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/7536530658279772330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-goodness-i-survived-mothers-day.html' title='Thank Goodness I Survived Mothers Day!'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-8943758803789318011</id><published>2008-05-09T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:40:12.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Is Sick!!</title><content type='html'>Yay, yay, Daddy is Sick, Daddy is Sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and I are so happy and dancing and prancing like witches around a cauldron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is hardly ever sick and hardly ever takes a day off work. He is always soldiering on even though he has athsma and sinus really bad sometimes. But this time, he has been sick for a few days and suffering very badly.  He is dripping like a tap and even coughing up reddy-brown poo poo yuk yuk. Poor Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good for us! You see, now Daddy is sick, he hardly goes out at nighttime and is always at home in bed. I can cuddle up to him and play with him anytime. Sure, he is grumpy if I make too much noise but I dont mind at all. Mummy is having a ball getting him medicine and water and drinks and tucking him in when he is already asleep. She says she used to play doctors and nurses with her dollies all the time when she was little, and now its like Daddy is her little dolly. Only Daddy wouldnt like being treated like a dolly so mummy does most of the dolly stuff when hes asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, every night is movie night in bed!!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, its no fun for Daddy to be suffering so much. So everynight when I say my prayers, I do pray my very hardest to Jesus that Daddy will be well again very soon. Then he will be off again, for work and events and friends and business networking and I will hardly see him. I will sure be sad and miss the cuddles and playing. But at least he will be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;I love my daddy. Bye Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-8943758803789318011?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/8943758803789318011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=8943758803789318011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8943758803789318011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8943758803789318011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/05/daddy-is-sick.html' title='Daddy Is Sick!!'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-7339945833883388778</id><published>2008-05-07T13:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:25:35.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion is for Babies</title><content type='html'>Hi Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was having a meeting about next years Jimilo with my PR Agency, discussing about which kiddie labels we should get in the show. I told them i wanted something really drama that will knock the socks of everybody, not stuff like osh kosh or even baby gap which is more like everyday clothes and stuff. Who cares if nobody is ever going to wear it? It makes a good show, and thats the only way to kick ass of Stylo and make sure daddy comes to Jimilo instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ps. I was gonna link Stylo but then I found out they dont even have a website! Haha, LOSERS! Anyway, for those who dont know, Stylo is some Fashion Festival that always steals my daddy away by being on the same day as my birthday. And now they face my wrath. Rar!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you've ever seen me around in the park or going shopping, you would probably have noticed me cause of my super cute face and big puddle eyes. But NOT because of my clothes. Cause although I have one or two nice pieces, most of my clothes are super daggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy always says "You'll outgrow them in a few months, and anyway, theres no one to impress when you're only 2 years old." But the truth is, she is calculating in her head the price of that cute Baby Gap t-shirt and how many pairs of shoes she can get for herself with the same amount of money!! The answer is 2 pairs, therefore my clothes are forever and always from Babyland/Tesco/Anakku sales. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is much less stingy. He understands that when I look good, he looks good. That is why he got me a real dapper suit from Vietnam, a three piece with pinstripes. When Im big enough to fit into it, I will wear it with my sunglasses. I will hang out with Uncle Tony and 'take care of business' like the Mafia es mi familia. But that will happen only when Im 3 years old or so. Until then, I AM DAGGY. Arrh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why sometimes I daydream that some cute little woodland creatures will come by and sew me a pretty outfit and get me some cute shoes with buckles and not velcro. Something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197520855575931442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SCFNrjVJqjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/o2qyGVbPRzo/s320/margarita-freire-impulso-simof2008-63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Totally CUTE right!! Can you imagine, if you saw this kid on the street, you would totally give him whatever he wants, right. You'ld give him a lollipop, cookies and then all your money. Cause he got style.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197520859870898754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SCFNrzVJqkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/II2JoygexGo/s320/margarita-freire-impulso-simof2008-62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And even though his mummy is totally dorky in her big frilly red &amp;amp; white panties, she manages to pass herself off only because she is walking next to the super styling kid. Instead of coming off as a nut-case, she manages to pull it off as 'exotic', thanks to the kid. If only all mummies understood, such is the power of well-dressed offspring!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197520859870898770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SCFNrzVJqlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KGA4lFPOs8E/s320/margarita-freire-impulso-simof2008-65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Vavavoom! Oh mummy, can I have me a Venetian Boaters hat for my birthday, please? Only, can I have it without the Scary Flamenco Dancer Lady on the side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197520864165866082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SCFNsDVJqmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YyLFXoswEH0/s320/pretty+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I wouldn't wear this obviously, but I posted it anyway cause I think white summer dresses are the most refreshing look on little girls. And I would totally share all my cookies with THAT LITTLE GIRL. She a cutie pie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The designer for the boys outfits is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnuYHLW9M_w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Margarita Friere&lt;/a&gt; from Spain. I like her kids stuff but not really the mummy and daddy outfits. Sorry Margarita. If you give me a free hat maybe I will reconsider. The little girl outfit is from &lt;a href="http://www.camilla.com.au/"&gt;Camilla Franks&lt;/a&gt;, Aussie designer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Needless to say, I will be sending them cookies and doing lots of PR with them to get them to come to Jimilo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-7339945833883388778?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/7339945833883388778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=7339945833883388778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/7339945833883388778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/7339945833883388778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/05/fashion-is-for-babies.html' title='Fashion is for Babies'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SCFNrjVJqjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/o2qyGVbPRzo/s72-c/margarita-freire-impulso-simof2008-63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-5452733659576292880</id><published>2008-05-05T13:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:00:09.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery school'/><title type='text'>Time to go to Nursery!!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Im 2 years old and a little bit more, mummy is thinking that I should start going to nursery school and learning how to socialize. Of course, she first thought about the importance of nursery school some time ago, but being the lazy mummy who is addicted to channel E! that she is, hasnt got around to looking for a good school for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only after the public holiday last thursday, whereby she spent the WHOLE ENTIRE DAY with me (and nearly passed out from trying to keep up with my super high energy) that she realized my only friends were animals and teddy bears. I am bestest of friends with Achoo (the kitten), and Blossom (the dalmatian) and Turtles (the Turtles); not to mention baby blossom, winnie pooh, teddy, teddie, teddi, barney and paddington bear, who are all my soft toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought I had a very active social life. Why, only yesterday I had a tea party with Achoo, the turtles and teddy (I baked the cupcakes myself) and a very good time was had by all. But NO, that is not good enough for Mummy. Mummy thinks I need to socialize with real human kids, and learn things like sharing and being kind. So now she is looking for a nursery school near my place to enroll me in. There are many choices - Montessori or not Montessori? Christian or Jewish? Chinese or English or International? With cookies at snack time, or carrot sticks? The selection is vast indeed. At the moment I am hoping that she will go for a Non-montessori Jewish Chinese with cookies school, if there is one near where we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or better still, something like THIS PLACE which is totally awesome. This is a kindergarten in Berlin called Taka-Tuka-Land, which looks like the coolest kindergarten in the world. I got these pics from the &lt;a href="http://www.thecoolhunter.net/"&gt;cool hunter website&lt;/a&gt; (one of my favouritest sites)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196772028027873826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SB6koDVJqiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mFykQqDR4KI/s320/takatukaland4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196772006553037330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SB6kmzVJqhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oYLiXkM8wkU/s320/takatukaland5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196771989373168114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SB6klzVJqfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Mbl1ZXnsPZE/s320/taka+tuka+land1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196771985078200802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SB6kljVJqeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Zw3fWO1CgaA/s320/takatukaland2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196772002258070018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SB6kmjVJqgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/E15TQGFasU8/s320/takatukaland3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totally Cooollllll!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can really see how much fun the kids are having. I can almost hear the laughter coming from the pictures! I can even almost hear little voices saying "Come to Germany, little Jimi. Zher is much fun to be had here. Come. We shall have zhe frankfurts and apple pies to welcome you." Trippy.&lt;/p&gt;Sadly, I dont think there are kindergartens as cool as this existing in Malaysia currently. But dont worry, when Daddy becomes a multi-millionaire (soon), I will make sure he builds one, and all of mummy's and daddy's friends can send their kids there!! Of course I will be the head prefect there and in charge of the playground discipline... so your kids might come home with a few bruises and cookies missing from their lunch boxes now and then. But hey, its a small price to pay for the previledge of attending such an awesome school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. One can only dream. Mummy says that most likely the kindergarten I go to will be similar to the one that she went to when she was little. In her kinder, they were forced to sing Negaraku and march in the yard every morning. For lunch they were force-fed beans and rice and after that they were forced to have nap-time (no, not on a mattress but with their heads on the desk, you can imagine how comfy that is!). Their "games" were - 1) playing with plastercine, 2) playing with clay and 3) playing with play dough.  Their only play ground equipment was a rusty swing, and if you hadn't had your tetanus shots you would surely die if you played on it. Basically if you have watched the series Prison Break (Season 2), that is more or less what my mummy's kinder was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing mummys stories, I am a little bit scared of going to any school. But of course, I have to. Its the only way to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll keep you guys posted on the nursery news. In the meantime, lets hope daddy becomes multi-millionaire really really fast!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-5452733659576292880?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/5452733659576292880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=5452733659576292880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/5452733659576292880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/5452733659576292880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-to-go-to-nursery.html' title='Time to go to Nursery!!'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SB6koDVJqiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mFykQqDR4KI/s72-c/takatukaland4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-2420941498191787097</id><published>2008-04-15T13:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:16:51.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistic Pictures of Me'/><title type='text'>I Feel Pretty... Oh So Pretty...</title><content type='html'>Hello Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, just so you know, I'm currently sick again with a stomach virus. I'm throwing up and having died-rear all the time.. its like Im in that Exorcist movie. And I have fever too, which goes up and down and when its down im ok, but when its up I get delirious and babble nonsense and stuff and start laughing and arguing with myself. Mummy and Daddy thinks it may be that I have been eating bits from Achoo's kitty litter, and thats what made me sick. Mummy says I should stay away from dirty things, especially any poo poo from a cat. ERrrr, My TUMMY...it feels all yukky like there are wormies inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I am feeling a bit happy today cause today I get to post up pretty pics of Me! Yes thats right! About 2 weeks ago, me and mummy and Poh Poh went to Atria Shopping Centre, and we saw there was a photo shoot for kiddies going on by IDEES Studio and they were having a promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were abit skeppy about IDEES studio, cause first of all their logo looked kinda crappy and second of all they were from Kepong, which is not really brimming with stylish and artistic kinda people. The photographer was a short dude with long hair and didnt speak much English. But mummy said, its quite a reasonable price and she doesnt have any nice photos of me and so mummy signed me up for it. I had to get into 2 costumes and stand in front of a screen with lots of lights and a big umbrella in front. Mummy and Poh Poh were bouncing around and doing silly things to get me to smile. It took about an hour to do the whole thing, and in the end this is what we got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first bunch of pics, I was in a cowboy costume. But they didnt have a cowboy hat so they put a piece of cloth on me. And i looked sorta like an indian instead. The thing I am holding is a water bottle. I dunno why, they took the gun away from me and gave me this instead. Maybe they are an anti-violence studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9w8JBybI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MdJUR4Yong4/s1600-h/DSC_8963+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189340581624662450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9w8JBybI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MdJUR4Yong4/s320/DSC_8963+A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189340577329695138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9wsJByaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IMAQXMmOBNw/s320/DSC_8963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look mummy, they turned me into a cartoon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9xMJBycI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zho1CB2j9kQ/s1600-h/DSC_8964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189340585919629762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9xMJBycI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zho1CB2j9kQ/s320/DSC_8964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A close up.. This pic would have been cooler with a gun. You'll never catch me alive! I'll shoot myself in the face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9xcJBydI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TFPwuVuiiZs/s1600-h/DSC_8976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189340590214597074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9xcJBydI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TFPwuVuiiZs/s320/DSC_8976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here, I do one of my famous naughty boy poses with my tongue sticking out. Look at my cute chubby arms. Hehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next costume I got into was a sailor suit. Ahh..The good old little boy in a sailor suit photo. Well, mummy thinks its cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189339795645647186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9DMJByVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nTaOCWDFdjY/s320/8R-1+OK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one of me and Barney is mummy's favourite. Its the only one where my hat stayed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9DcJByWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kcgA9OVzX6w/s1600-h/DSC_8932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189339799940614498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9DcJByWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kcgA9OVzX6w/s320/DSC_8932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one, Mummy did a big cross eyed spastic look to get me to smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9DsJByXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uo5nyHA1qik/s1600-h/DSC_8939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189339804235581810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9DsJByXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uo5nyHA1qik/s320/DSC_8939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one, the photographer farted out the song BaaBaa Black Sheep to get me to laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9D8JByYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ylEsAczqBVQ/s1600-h/DSC_8940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189339808530549122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9D8JByYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ylEsAczqBVQ/s320/DSC_8940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one, I am looking very thoughtful with Barney. This is Poh Poh's favourite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9EMJByZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ncy3zNwQgpE/s1600-h/DSC_8947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189339812825516434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9EMJByZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ncy3zNwQgpE/s320/DSC_8947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo, Barney was attacking my shoulder and I was like, Ahhh Ahhh, and they took a photo and it turned out not bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, thats all, only 8 photos. I hope you like them! Mummy says Idees is not bad, though they kept charging for additional stuff and it didn't end up that cheap after all. But at least she got some pics of me smiling! She says next time she will get photos of Daddy and Her and Me together, and it will be classy and stylish like a Calvin Klein ad. Good idea, mummy! Mummy and Daddy can pose in singlets and Calvin Klein undies, and I will pose in my nappy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-2420941498191787097?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/2420941498191787097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=2420941498191787097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/2420941498191787097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/2420941498191787097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel-pretty-oh-so-pretty.html' title='I Feel Pretty... Oh So Pretty...'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/SAQ9w8JBybI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MdJUR4Yong4/s72-c/DSC_8963+A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-1909772560588148949</id><published>2008-04-10T11:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:21:17.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>Boring Old Mummy Pictures and Poh Poh's New Film Career</title><content type='html'>Its here. The evidence of Mummy traitor-ing around at Stylo. Auntie Elaine FINALLY downloaded them from her camera and mummy passed them to me to post up. Took long enough. The pictures are practically sepia-toned by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News flash, mummy, I dont think my fans are interested in pictures about you, ok. But anyway, since mummy got me a Virtual Pet Piggy Bank yesterday, I will do her a favour and post up just a few pics. I chose the ones where she doesnt look so traitor-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Uncle Kim looks really pretty in his pink shirt, and Auntie Elaine looks quite handsome in her black dress. Mummy on the other hand, looks a bit pregnant. The lady on the stage is a famous singer called Shafinazazaza and Auntie Elaine is a big fan, so she and mummy harassed the poor lady and forced her to take photos with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres more pics, but yeah yeah.... Im lazy to put them up since I'm not in any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, fans. Sorry to bore you like this. I will try to make it better by putting some interesting-ish comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187464725642123362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_2TrwDEmGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6MA3wnu77eI/s320/DSC05313.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this pic above, you can see that Auntie Elaine is roughly about my height. HAHAHA! Just Joking! Now I have to pray really hard that she doesnt read my blog and see this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_2Q2QDEmCI/AAAAAAAAADw/72xZGWGI6Z8/s1600-h/DSC05314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187461607495866402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_2Q2QDEmCI/AAAAAAAAADw/72xZGWGI6Z8/s320/DSC05314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this pic, well.. its just like the previous pic but someone has cut their legs off. You cant see, but at the bottom their legs are spurting blood and stuff. Mummy and Auntie Elaine are in agony but have to smile and look pleasant for the sake of pretending to be glamorous for the paparats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_2Q2wDEmDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7nOkd3UNh6U/s1600-h/DSC05333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187461616085801010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_2Q2wDEmDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7nOkd3UNh6U/s320/DSC05333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this pic, Uncle Kim and Auntie Elaine look super ro mantic and glamorous. Uncle Kim's chest hair matches perfectly with Auntie Elaine's black dress, which means they have put abit of effort into co-ordinating their outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_2Q3QDEmEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mllyB7He5lI/s1600-h/DSC05335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187461624675735618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_2Q3QDEmEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mllyB7He5lI/s320/DSC05335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In this pic, the Shafinazazaza lady has sort of nice titties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_2Q3gDEmFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MWsOVHKcSI4/s1600-h/DSC05323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187461628970702930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_2Q3gDEmFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MWsOVHKcSI4/s320/DSC05323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is of the Shafinazazaza lady singing. Her real legs are in the black dress behind. THe legs you see here are fake legs, hence they are super shiny. I think I will hire this Shafinazazaza lady for next years Jimilo. She might even do a duet with the Wiggles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for more interesting and ground breaking news!! Poh Poh is now a film star. She recently got called by a talent agency to be in 2 commercials. In one, she acts as "Unobservant Woman". In the other, she is "Homeless Woman". I think they are both TV commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... Homeless and Unobservant..... well. I think its SUPER GLAM! I think Poh Poh looks like a very nice homeless woman! Even if her part is only 3 seconds. I am now issuing autographed copies of pics of me and poh poh for sale at 50 cents a piece. Write to me if you would like to order!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-1909772560588148949?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/1909772560588148949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=1909772560588148949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/1909772560588148949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/1909772560588148949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/04/ancient-pictures-and-poh-pohs-new-film.html' title='Boring Old Mummy Pictures and Poh Poh&apos;s New Film Career'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_2TrwDEmGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6MA3wnu77eI/s72-c/DSC05313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-8289181049139821764</id><published>2008-04-08T16:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:22:03.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>Super Cool</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends! Today's blog is about the top things that I think are super cool. These are the super coolest things that Ive seen in the whole wide world since the 2 years Ive been alive. There are lots of cool things, but since I cant count past 10 I'll just put up a few (I forget how many). I hope you think its cool too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE NO 1 COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD: DADDY ON THE GUITAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_s2dPJVOhI/AAAAAAAAADI/CTeQzOxQKpc/s1600-h/P1010256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186799271757036050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_s2dPJVOhI/AAAAAAAAADI/CTeQzOxQKpc/s320/P1010256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, in this pic he's not really shredding it, and you cant really see the guitar that well. But I can explain. This is because when daddy shreds the guitar his fingers are like lighting speed x 100 million, and no camera created by humankind can capture it. So all you will see is a blur, and maybe even the camera will explode from the excitement. As for the the super cool Mutagen Green Washburn Dimebag signature guitar, I can't capture it on camera either because of its super powers. When its in the case, it is just like an ordinary guitar. But in the hands of the Chosen One, its super powers get activated and it radiates super-awesomeness and any mortal who lays eyes on it will instantly turn into a pillar of salt. And THAT is why this is the no 1 coolest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The No 2 Coolest Thing in the World: JIMI ON THE GUITAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_s1YvJVOgI/AAAAAAAAADA/o8rjofD85mU/s1600-h/jimiguitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186798094935996930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_s1YvJVOgI/AAAAAAAAADA/o8rjofD85mU/s320/jimiguitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out how super cool I look playing the guitar. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was when I was only, like, 1 year old. Mine is not a super cool Washburn yet, cause they dont make them small enough for me. But if they did, I would be totally ripping it. If I keep practising, I will be as good as daddy when I am 5 years old, and I will be the youngest Rock Star in the world. And that is why this is coolest thing no 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD NO 3: THIS AWESOME BABY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186805778632489506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_s8X_JVOiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UmyF-EzWenE/s320/babyfall470,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one of the coolest babies ever! He lives in America. One morning he got up wanting milk, but his dumbass mother was asleep. Then he smelt smoke and saw burning hot flames in their low class American apartment that has no sprinklers. So he grabbed his mother and tied a pillow to her ass and threw her out the window to save her, and she landed on the pillow and survived. Then he put a rubber ball in his own nappy, and jumped out the window, and he landed on his ass and survived. This is a picture here that someone took of him jumping out the building. He is totally cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD NO 4: THIS BABY BREAKDANCER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aus7I7MhaOM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aus7I7MhaOM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I dont know how to put the video on my blog. But heres the link to this Awesome cool baby! He can breakdance really good and hes only like 2 plus years old. I guess some of you may have seen this on youtube before, but you dunno how to appreciate it. Let me explain that as a baby, it is very very difficult to do some of the moves this kid did, ok. I have tried it and all I managed to do was turn myself into a upside down "U". So this kid is like, some kind of genius and maybe next week I will write to him and make him my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD NO 5: AWESOME BABY STUFF!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186811804471605826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_tB2vJVOkI/AAAAAAAAADg/oGkO8yIyfck/s320/blabla.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186812805198985810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_tCw_JVOlI/AAAAAAAAADo/7rrf5-JaFas/s320/babywarmer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I dont care about baby stuff cause I just leave it to my mum to buy whatever. But these things I found are really really awesome, dont you agree? I dont even know what they are, but I know if I had one, I would be super cool and all mummies, daddies and babies will be jealous of me. And that is how you can tell something is really Uber Cool: When Nobody knows what is really does, but Everybody Wants It! Like that stupid IPhone that Daddy wants Mummy to buy. What the hell is so special about it? It dont even have no buttons!! But somehow everybody wants it. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you can find all this cool baby stuff in &lt;a href="http://www.thecoolhunter.net/"&gt;http://www.thecoolhunter.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my whole list of course. Other cool stuff i like include: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Cream on those sticks&lt;br /&gt;- Sour drinks&lt;br /&gt;- Coke&lt;br /&gt;- Predators&lt;br /&gt;- Transformers&lt;br /&gt;- Super high platform shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today Im too busy to blog about any more, I have a schedule you know!! Its almost 6pm, and according to my schedule that means time to throw Achoo down the stairs. 7.30pm is when mummy comes home, so have to be good a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye bye everybody, till next time then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&gt; I wanna say that the other day, Auntie Eve and Uncle Y came by to take me and mummy to .......... ITALIANNIES!!! I got me a balloon and some ice cream. But mummy said I was badly behaved and I should apologise. .....Sorry Everybody, Im sorry I was a bad boy.... I will try harder next time. And oh, Auntie Eve gave us some Big Apple Donuts which are also going to be on my list of super cool things. Too bad Daddy ate them ALL and mummy got not a single one!! Bad daddy! Mummy says he will get constipation and serves him right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Auntie Eve for the donuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-8289181049139821764?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/8289181049139821764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=8289181049139821764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8289181049139821764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8289181049139821764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/04/super-cool.html' title='Super Cool'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R_s2dPJVOhI/AAAAAAAAADI/CTeQzOxQKpc/s72-c/P1010256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-321761419792922599</id><published>2008-04-04T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:23:11.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I found which are interesting'/><title type='text'>Mr. Mom</title><content type='html'>Sorry everybody, I know I promised to put up pictures from my birthday ages ago. Im waiting for my slow coach mummy to get the pictures from Uncle Devan and Ive been waiting for like foooreeeeveerrr. I dunno how come they live in the same house but hardly have time to talk or exchange a couple-a pictures. I think Im the only one in the house who makes an effort to talk to everyone, including the pets and toys and furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up mummy! You dont want to keep my fans waiting or they're going to lynch mob you! People want to see pictures of me to brighten up their day and you're screwing it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy wastes alot of her time watching channel E! and forgets to do her mummy duties. I will have to ask daddy to discipline her whe he gets back from Singapore. (Hes there for Singapore Fashion Week.. dear me, I hope he doesnt come back all faggotty. Oops Im not supposed to know that word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, please amuse yourself with this interesting article about.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2008/04/04/1207249391132.html?s_rid=theage:top5"&gt;MR MOM!!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know i have an interest in cool mums and yuck mums (cause duh, im a baby) but this MOM is just plain wierd. This person used to be a woman but she took some pills and cut off some bits and so became a MAN. But she(He) forgot the very important bits and so he can still get pregnant just like a LADY!! And then, he's also married to another lady who has 2 kids. So now he is 6 mths pregnant with a little baby girl and got on OPRAH because he's the first man-mom in the whole wide world. Whoa, what a NEAT TRICK TO BECOME FAMOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me think.. if Daddy was the one who was pregnant with me, instead of mummy,&lt;br /&gt;how would I be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I have a closer bond with daddy and he would be the one breastfeeding me and playing with me and getting up in the middle of the night to clean my poo poo?? I think that would be so wierd. And honestly, if my daddy used to be A GIRL, I think I would be a psycho baby right now and get ADHD before I turn 3 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, on the other hand, says it would be so cool if daddy was pregnant with their next bub instead of her. She would be drooling with satisfaction at seeing daddy go through all the things she went through. She even gave me a list of all the things she would be so satisfied about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daddy getting swollen ankles (and cankles)&lt;br /&gt;- Daddy getting back pain&lt;br /&gt;- Daddy walking like an indian penguin&lt;br /&gt;- Daddy looking like a whale (here, she will make fun of daddy and call him Fatty Free Willy)&lt;br /&gt;- Daddy with swollen titties which she will 'accidentally' knock around&lt;br /&gt;- Daddy needing to pee every 10 mins, and sometimes peeing a little in his underwear&lt;br /&gt;- Daddy getting craving for ice cream every 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;- Daddy wearing a &lt;a href="http://winniewong.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/pug_dress_dance.JPG"&gt;mumu dress &lt;/a&gt;which pregnant ladies wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! I guess it would be funny, seeing daddy not being able to touch his toes. Well, hes only a few more burgers away anyway. Mummy and I will get popcorn and sit on the couch and laff at him until he cries and gets a hot flush. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all for now. I PROMISE I'll put up the birthday pics soon as mummy gets over her addiction to the Daily 10 and Giuliana Rancic (oh wait, she likes that Sal guy cause he looks abit like Predator from Aliens and Predators). Mummy really really likes predators and thinks they are the coolest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-321761419792922599?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/321761419792922599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=321761419792922599&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/321761419792922599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/321761419792922599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/04/mr-mom.html' title='Mr. Mom'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-5866978417807435879</id><published>2008-03-26T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:07:58.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>Me and Mummy</title><content type='html'>There were alot of times when me and mummy were prancing around in public areas and people gave mummy funny looks cause they think she has kidnapped me. People must wonder how such a cute kid like me who is a little bit milk coffee can have a pasty white char siew pao kinda mummy. Some people ask me, "Is your mummy Tyra Banks, and is your daddy David Blaine? Cause you look a little bit like them." It is true, they ask me that. And of course I say yes, and pretend mummy is my maid from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sort of thing never happens when Im with daddy. When me and daddy are together, people take one step back in awe and fear. Other daddys with their kids begin to feel uncomfortable and inferior. It is because of our massive rock star coolness combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I feel bad about pretending mummy is a maid from China. She does try to be a good mummy I suppose. I wanted to put up a picture of me and mummy together so everybody knows this is my mummy, not Ling Ling from Hebei as I may have previously told some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know mummy likes this pic very much cause if you look carefully, you can see that some of our features are actually a bit similar! (Ok, really have to Squint to see it!).. and in this pic we are almost the same color. Yay for mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R-nR3_JVOfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wM6Zq8Q-3Qg/s1600-h/P1010236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181903606040050162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R-nR3_JVOfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wM6Zq8Q-3Qg/s320/P1010236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-5866978417807435879?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/5866978417807435879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=5866978417807435879&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/5866978417807435879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/5866978417807435879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-and-mummy.html' title='Me and Mummy'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R-nR3_JVOfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wM6Zq8Q-3Qg/s72-c/P1010236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-8584322920310523041</id><published>2008-03-23T12:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:28:00.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays and Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Jesus Loves You</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody, Happy Easter Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where I am today. I am at mummys work place! We are hanging out and watching the Wiggles on YouTube. We had yummy roti canai for lunch and i ate the roti without any sauce. It is fun cause I can pretend to be receptionist and prank call mummys colleagues. But mummys not much fun today (normally she will things like photocopy my ass and turn it into a smiley face poster). (Which is what she did last time I was at the office. The poster was found by the boss and he told mummy to make very sure theres no poo poo on the expensive photocopy machine. What a juvenile and silly mummy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not today. Today mummy is tired from going out to the Mercedes F1 Party and the BMW Sauber F1 Party last night with Daddy. She says she had so much fun especially at the BMW one which was in a big silver tent near KLCC. They had a pretty DJ called Sky Nellar and huge stage with huge huge LCD screen. It was like a rave party exept super posh and with alot of free booze (apparently the event cost 4 milllion). But anyway. I guess if mummy had her own blog she would talk alot about the party but since this is my blog, Im going to talk about Easter Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is cool cool cool. This morning I went to Glad Tidings church with Poh Poh and Gong Gong and they had a lovely party for all the kids. I met alot of new friends. They played a game called musical chairs, but I thought the game didnt make any sense so I improved it by taking my chair and pushing it around to the music, which was alot more fun. Unfortunately the organisers didnt like me doing that, so they kicked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we did arts and crafts and I made a cool "Jesus is Alive" cup with chocolate easter eggs inside, and I decorated the outside with stickers and I wrote JIMI all over it. Of course Gong Gong helped me a little bit but all the artistic direction was done by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its a really cool day so far and I cant wait for Easter again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye everybody, and remember Jesus Loves YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-8584322920310523041?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/8584322920310523041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=8584322920310523041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8584322920310523041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8584322920310523041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/03/guest-blogger-day.html' title='Jesus Loves You'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-8227481199563809623</id><published>2008-03-21T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:23:37.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>Woooo</title><content type='html'>I just want everybody to know that for the next 3 days my daddy will be driving a BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he will let me have a go behind the wheel and I will honk at everyone who is in an inferior car.  If you see a really obnoxious BMW on the street, make sure you roll your window down and say hi to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-8227481199563809623?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/8227481199563809623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=8227481199563809623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8227481199563809623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8227481199563809623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/03/woooo.html' title='Woooo'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-4595420569164524018</id><published>2008-03-21T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:26:52.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='custard'/><title type='text'>I dont wanna be custard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R-MswPJVOeI/AAAAAAAAACw/I7FZRlbZUTo/s1600-h/jimi2005-02-06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180033203617216994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R-MswPJVOeI/AAAAAAAAACw/I7FZRlbZUTo/s320/jimi2005-02-06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken in Singapore around last Christmas time. I was sad back then because of being sick, and now Im feeling sad again, just like in the picture. In this picture, I am like the poster child for broken families, and thats exactly how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because of Mummy and Daddy fighting. They have been fighting for a few weeks now, though its not like FIGHTING fighting, just the quiet and tension-y sort of fighting. When i ask mummy about how she is, she says that she is not feeling well cause Daddy has put alot of daggers in her heart. She's gone and lost her appetie and cant really sleep at night too. Daddy is so busy most of the time and mummy says they had not had a proper conversation in a long time. Not to mention the problem with MissyWDEGFIHFILWM?, otherwise known as MissyISHTOGHMAIHNGF and MissyLAMIHSBBBE. Hee hee. If you know what the letters mean it is very very funny. Hehe hehe. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy mopes around the house and stares into outer space. When I do dangerous stunts like hanging off the ceiling fan or juggling knives; mummy is not really watching me cause her mind is somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard about custard children on TV and I dont want to be a custard child. A custard child is someone who's Mummy and Daddy is fighting for child custardy because they dont get along anymore. A good example of custard children are SPF1 &amp;amp; 2, Britney's children. Being custard is one of the saddest things that can happen to a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mummies and daddies fight, kids get sad but dont really know why they're sad. Poor custard children must be sad all the time. When mummy and daddy are fighting, I feel like something is not right at all and the feeling is there the whole day. I dont feel much like playing except with Achoo, who is now my bestest friend. I hug and kiss Achoo and my other soft toys alot coz it makes me feel like somebody loves me. The worry makes me can't go poo poo the whole day. And at night, I prefer to sleep with Nana and Tata and not Mummy and Daddy cause of the tension in Mummys room. And I cry alot for no reason too.  And Im not even custard yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of some of the things that could happen if I ever turn custard. Is being Custard like being and orphan? Or half an orphan, cause only one parent looks after you? What if I never see Daddy again and forget who he is? What if I can only see Nana and Tata only on some weekends? What if I get sold to Brangelina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it makes me sad. Now im gonna go hug my teddy and cry. Bye bye everyone... maybe next time you see me... I will be in LA with Maddox and Zahara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-4595420569164524018?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/4595420569164524018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=4595420569164524018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/4595420569164524018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/4595420569164524018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-wanna-be-custard.html' title='I dont wanna be custard.'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R-MswPJVOeI/AAAAAAAAACw/I7FZRlbZUTo/s72-c/jimi2005-02-06.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-1286615050127958140</id><published>2008-03-19T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:24:29.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>I know what you did last nite, Mummy!</title><content type='html'>Sneaky mummy. Mummy knows Stylo is my arch enemy. Stylo stole my daddy on all my birthdays and thats why I created Jimilo to fight back. If you understand good and evil, you will know that Stylo is like the Decepticons and Jimilo is like the Autobots. We may be smaller but we are pure of heart. And the Autobots will always win cause good always beats evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what did mummy do? She sneaky sneaky went out while I was still at Ramlaa's house, having an innocent nap. When I came home I called "Mummy! Mummy!" and I went up the stairs.  And then I saw it - mummys pretty dress and expensive shoes were gone, and there was makeup all thrown about on the bed, and I knew that Mummy had got dressed very quickly and sneakied out to Stylo, my archest ever enemy!! Boy was I mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Daddy. Now Mummy. How many more will fall to the dark side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I put a secret button spycam on her dress to see what was happening. I saw daddy there with many bags under his eyes. This is what happens when you are beginning to turn evil, just like the emperor in Star Wars. A few more days, and he will be shrivelled and white - meaning he has full evil power already. Luckily it is reversible by just spending a few days with someone pure of heart, like me. Once daddy gets back he will be normal again, so dont worry. I do say he looks very dapper in his suit though, and it makes me wanna be grown up and wear a suit to next years Jimilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw grand auntie Esther and grand auntie Claire who are tatas family friends. Im not really surprised they have fallen to the dark side, as they are very indian diva-ish. I dont blame them cause they dunno about Jimilo. I saw the pretty blue fairy there too looking very chic &amp;amp; dapper, and Auntie Marikoko who I actually never met before, and the scary fairy-uncle who wanted to breast feed me last time. Wow, alot of people at Stylo. Must be the nice food and colorful drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the fashion from BRITISH INDIA was pretty good too. I like the little indian boys wearing the cool turbans. There were many pretty and dapper clothes, but nothing in my size though. I like the Yasmin Ahmad lady cause she is pretty funny, but she looks like she can spank pretty hard so I wouldnt want her to be my nanny or anything. Its too bad theres no catalogue to take home or door gift or anything. People who come to Jimilo always get door gifts and a special flying kiss to remember the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see they spent alot of effort to make the afterparty look nice and there were even British India scented candles everywhere. Cute food in little glasses that I would want to play with and not eat. A big beer bar which Tata would like very much. It looks like mummy is having fun, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone spotted mummy and recognized her as an Autobot from the good side. They probably thought she was spying to steal ideas for Jimilo. Anyway, they threw a beer bottle down and one of the bottle sharp bits got mummy on the leg, and first blood was drawn. A duel was declared where mummy and the bottle thrower had to fight to the death. Unfortunately socialites are not interested in duels these days so nobody fought in the end. It ended up that the only victims were mummy's new-ish creamy faux-python wooden platform Aldo shoes which got yukky blood stains all over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy rushed to the toilets to try to save them. A nice lady Datin Lena who apparently used to be a girl scout many centuries ago helped to wash the glass out and tie a scarf around her leg. I guess mummy was thankful but more worried about the shoes than her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please. Save my Shoes," Mummy pleaded. "I love them like my own child." (hmmm..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing could be done to get the blood out. Mummy grieved, and Datin Lena escaped with her own shoes intact. That was the end of that, cause mummy went home soon after that tragic mishap. (The shoes, "Aldie," as mummy fondly calls them, were sadly put to rest this morning in a small casket. A short eulogy was given to conclude the ceremony). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats the end of my spycam report. I guess I can admit that Stylo is a nice event. It is too bad about mummys shoes. Dunno why so many people were dropping bottles. Mummy told me later that 3 times, glass was broken around her that night. The first 2 times she escaped unhurt and the third time was unlucky.  I think if ever there was a random shooting in Malaysia, mummy would somehow get hit even if she was just staying at home. Thats what you get when you join the Decepticons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looks like I have a lot of work to do on Jimilo to bring it up to scratch to compete.  First thing is I need more budget, so if anyone wants to hire me for anything, I charge 50 cents an hour. I can entertain you, play with you and sing you a song. Call me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-1286615050127958140?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/1286615050127958140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=1286615050127958140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/1286615050127958140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/1286615050127958140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-what-you-did-last-nite-mummy.html' title='I know what you did last nite, Mummy!'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-6662218967544656666</id><published>2008-03-17T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:24:16.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I do'/><title type='text'>Im 2 years old &amp; 2 days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello Everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that most people went to Stylo instead of Jimilo since the turn out at my event was pretty small. All you suckers for branding and advertising. I will advertise next year and get me an event organizer too ok. And it wont be stupid Hotshoes cause they are doing Stylo and I dont want Stylo to steal my cool event ideas......&lt;br /&gt;(A LITTLE HINT: Next year for my Grand Entry I will be jumping out of a helicopter, into a swimming pool full of ice cream! This year my grand entry was on a tricycle.. so you can see how much bigger my budget next year will be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year was soo cool anyway, coz all the VIPS were there and I got me a lotta lotta cake and presents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My presents include cars, cars, more cars. YAY! And I got a magnetic drawing board, and a truck from Gong Gong, and new shoes and clothes, and a car playset with roads, and a barney CD and booster from Auntie Vivijayayaya. My new shoes are like black golf shoes and they're really cool. So now I will take up golf, and Achoo will be my caddie. I will be like Tiger Woods and wear a red polo shirt and hat and look smart. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I got 3 birthday cakes. One we ate the day before my birthday (ehem.. the 'JIMILO Prelaunch Event') and 2 we ate on my birthday itself. Then after that we went to the after party, which was my grand grand auntie auntie's birthday in Cheras. I played with Yuvan koko and I had a great time, cause he was sooooooo jealous of my black ferrari collectors edition box car. And even when mummy was packing my bag later cause it was time to go home, Yuvan koko was like begging "Please, please can I see the car one more time, Jimi, please Jimi..." Haha. That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when we got home, I was really tired. Mummy gave me a bath and we sang Ding dong bell and we lied on the bed and read 'Wheres Ivan?' about 15 times. Then we decided to sleep on the bed upside down just for fun, cause its my birthday. What a way to end a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO BAD DADDY WASNT THERE.. SILLY DADDY! I WONT LET YOU EAT ANY OF MY YUMMY CAKE, DADDY. DADDY CAN GO EAT STYLO CAKE, WHICH TASTES LIKE CALVIN KLEIN......BEIGE, BLAND AND BLEEEHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have some photos from my birthday which I will be posting on my next blog, taken from Uncle Devans camera. I wished I could take photos of all my presents but daddy took his camera for Stylo, and therefore screwed me over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE YOURE READING THIS BLOG DADDY. I HOPE YOU ARE SORRY AND TAKE ME AND MUMMY TO AQUARIA TO MAKE UP FOR ALL YOUR SORRINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178652530937116690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R95FCgmvOBI/AAAAAAAAACg/wDIrXDTjL6s/s320/P1010476.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178657418609899554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R95JfAmvOCI/AAAAAAAAACo/vdJzfMTNKxo/s320/P1010475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do all my own mixes for JIMILO. No help from Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-6662218967544656666?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/6662218967544656666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=6662218967544656666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/6662218967544656666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/6662218967544656666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-2-years-old-2-days.html' title='Im 2 years old &amp; 2 days!'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R95FCgmvOBI/AAAAAAAAACg/wDIrXDTjL6s/s72-c/P1010476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-8318611952638664280</id><published>2008-03-13T18:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:40:50.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working it like Tyra'/><title type='text'>The Fashionator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De nene nene!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, its been 5 mins since my previous blog and now I dont feel so orphan-y anymore! Wow, its true... looking at happy pictures DOES work!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO... with STYLO coming up (My daddy is working for d event) and what more, ON THE SAME DAY as my BIRTHDAY and stealing my limelight!! (grrr) I decided to show those Stylo Milos a thing or two about Jimibot fashion. Those silly fashionistas at the STYLO dont know what they're missing.. coz im going to have catwalk at my birthday too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody, forget STYLO! This is JIMILO. The fresher, younger, milkier version of Stylo. And watch out coz your eyes are going to pop when you see me workin it like Tyra*!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*minus the fat ass and 40 years of ageing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177173168106715122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R9kDkQmvN_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0XsUU-R7k_8/s320/P1010248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177170264708822994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R9kA7QmvN9I/AAAAAAAAACA/sSHZwZeOr_0/s320/P1010247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I GOT IT GOIN ON, BABY.  I wonder how come daddy didnt get me a gig at STYLO?&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke. If I have time, I'll do a regular Jimilo entry with new looks. EAT MY NAPPY, STYLO PUNKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-8318611952638664280?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/8318611952638664280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=8318611952638664280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8318611952638664280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8318611952638664280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/03/fashionator.html' title='The Fashionator'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R9kDkQmvN_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0XsUU-R7k_8/s72-c/P1010248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-1245379465406774729</id><published>2008-03-13T17:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:25:52.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistic Pictures of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I do'/><title type='text'>Sun &amp; Water &amp; Better Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. Im still feeling a bit like an orphan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course its only been 5 seconds since my previous blog entry, when I first thought about how similar I am to an orphan only without the freebies. To cheer myself up I decided to post some pics of happier times... when I was healthy, happy and had parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177160038391691186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R9j3oAmvN7I/AAAAAAAAABw/bSYy681nsbU/s320/P1010465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177158152901048226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R9j16QmvN6I/AAAAAAAAABo/pKZhTv7_x5A/s320/P1010463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177162452163311554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R9j50gmvN8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/G6wfP8NRjf0/s320/P1010467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pics were from around Chinese New Year time, when corporations throughout Asia let their slaves off for a few days. So mummy and daddy had some daylight hours to spend with me and we did some cool stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy and Poh Poh and Auntie Joo Joo Jie Jie took me swimming in the pool at Poh Pohs condo. Daddy is somewhere there too, but you cant see him cause he is hiding on a bench somewhere. Daddy is kinda like a secret alien hiding in human skin who cant get wet or he will turn into a giant slime monster.. so he tells people he cant swim. But of course he can, he just dont want people to know he is a super advanced alien or people at his work place will ask him to do more work for them and they will make him give them his alien technology surround sound knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can almost swim as good as mummy now, except i have to work abit more on... not sinking. Just a few more lessons should do it. Man, if only my parents werent so super busy I would be an olympic swimmer by now! Rah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps. Something to take note of.. I am wearing the latest toddler swim fashion from Australia in 'naughty boy blue'. The blue highlights my coffee colored tan perfectly and matches the color of most baby wading pools. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/35894192-1245379465406774729?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/1245379465406774729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=1245379465406774729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/1245379465406774729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/1245379465406774729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/03/sun-water-better-times.html' title='Sun &amp; Water &amp; Better Times'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R9j3oAmvN7I/AAAAAAAAABw/bSYy681nsbU/s72-c/P1010465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-2632953999448288463</id><published>2008-03-13T17:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:25:10.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I do'/><title type='text'>Being Sick and Gloomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R9jxIwmvN5I/AAAAAAAAABg/XhxlyNRXtU0/s1600-h/IMG_1936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177152904451012498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R9jxIwmvN5I/AAAAAAAAABg/XhxlyNRXtU0/s320/IMG_1936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R9jwiAmvN4I/AAAAAAAAABY/rPo463xtpME/s1600-h/P1010236.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This picture is exactly how Ive been feeling lately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive been sick for a whole week now with the fever and the throwing up. Its not a nice feeling at all and I cant play as much as i used to. It all started from the day I fell off the bed while trying to do a superman pose on mummys shoulder while she was sleeping. I hit my head and mummy was pretty worried that the throwing up was because of head bumping. But the doc lady said it was ok, and just a virus. So she gave me pink panadol and yellow throw up medicine (which is quite yummy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Im not much better, after 3 days already. Mum is working alot and daddy is always out with a certain somebody (who he seems to like spending time with alot more than either me or mummy) when he is supposed to be 'working'. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hes out nighttime till late late, so I always fall asleep before I see him. Its cold and lonely and rainy and nobody take me gai gai coz im sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, I get some hugs and kisses when i whine and do my =( face.. but i'ld much rather be better already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being sick sure sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good thing though is that we got a new friend in the house. Its a cute baby kitty called Achoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Devan found her in our drain pipe in the rain and it was sneezy so he called her Achoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We dunno where her mummy or daddy is, and i dunno if she even has a nanna or tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was Achoo, I would be very sad with no mummy or daddy or nanna or tata; but Achoo seems quite good. But she bites, so i practise running away real quick! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont have any pictures of Achoo, but she is really cute. Just imagine me with pointy ears and bigger eyes and that is basically what Achoo looks like.  I do hope i get better soon, and that mummy can get off for my birthday which is coming up soon. Daddy sure wont be around of course, no need to say why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this rate I might as well be an orphan, at least then I will get freebies from socially conscious multinational companies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/35894192-2632953999448288463?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/2632953999448288463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=2632953999448288463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/2632953999448288463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/2632953999448288463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-sick-and-gloomy.html' title='Being Sick and Gloomy'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/R9jxIwmvN5I/AAAAAAAAABg/XhxlyNRXtU0/s72-c/IMG_1936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-8992511667893460230</id><published>2008-01-24T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:51:49.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Pow Update</title><content type='html'>Yay, I got one ang pow from Auntie Vasanthas party! One down, 99 to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-8992511667893460230?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/8992511667893460230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=8992511667893460230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8992511667893460230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8992511667893460230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/01/ang-pow-update.html' title='Ang Pow Update'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-5081563066670958104</id><published>2008-01-20T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:48:24.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I do'/><title type='text'>Grand Aunties Surprise Birthday</title><content type='html'>Well I am posting alot today! What a good boy I am, I must give myself a cookie or 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share with all my friends, that last night we went to Grand Auntie Vasanthas house and gave her a big surprise, on account of her birthday! Grand Auntie made me promise not to say how old she is but I can tell you its slightly less than100 yrs old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had lots of fun coz I saw my cuzzins hannah and deborah and hezzie and my tai koh Yuvan. Me and Tai Koh are in an Indian Gang. And we sure ganged up on those girls! Hezzie is still a baby and cant join me and tai koh's gang yet, so he has to go on the girly gang. We went around shooting things and robbing people of their toys, it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy says shes glad I had fun but I have to learn how to share better, and not take Hezzies toys from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have a lot more fun if mummy didnt follow me all around when Im doing my Gang Member Activities. What will Tai Koh say if I dont shoot some babies and bring in the spoils? Sigh. Once youre in a gang, theres only one way out. And thats in a body bag. Why cant mummies understand that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Tai Koh are maybe thinking of getting some matching gang tatoos... maybe of a car?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-5081563066670958104?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/5081563066670958104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=5081563066670958104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/5081563066670958104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/5081563066670958104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/01/grand-aunties-surprise-birthday.html' title='Grand Aunties Surprise Birthday'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-8104027178595019812</id><published>2008-01-20T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:51:59.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things mummy teaches me'/><title type='text'>Learning about Time</title><content type='html'>I asked mummy this morning, "Mummy, how long is a million Gazillion years?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy said, Boy, a million gazillion years is about how long it takes for daddy to learn to put his dirty clothes in the laundry basket, and almost about how long it will take for Britney Spears to be cool again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded in understanding, even though I do like Auntie Britney very much, ever since I saw the picture where she let her little boy drive the car. But you cant argue with mummy and win, especially when it comes to daddys dirty clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked "Mummy, can anything possibly last that very very long? And if time can go on for soo long, then am I just a little little speck that doesnt matter even though Im almost 2 years old and know alot of things already?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy said, Im much bigger than a little speck on account of all the milk I drink, and I matter very much to everybody who knows me. And she has many hopes for me that I will do great things when I grow up and I will be very significant to all humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "like what sort of great things mummy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, Mimi, you can do anything you want to and Im sure it will be a great thing.&lt;br /&gt;And if you become a scientist and one day manage to bend the fabric of time and space, so that daddy manages to get his dirty clothes in the right place almost immediately, then that would be a big help to humankind indeed and you might even win a nobel prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mummy I will try to work on it after band practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, do you think mummy is trying to tell you something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-8104027178595019812?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/8104027178595019812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=8104027178595019812&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8104027178595019812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/8104027178595019812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/01/learning-about-time.html' title='Learning about Time'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-3938546300622798406</id><published>2008-01-18T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:46:50.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things mummy teaches me'/><title type='text'>CNY Babytots Intensive Training</title><content type='html'>These few days mummy has been putting me through some kind of intensive training course. Its for Chinese New Year, she says, which is coming up soon. She says there is a special way for baby tots to behave at Chinese new year, and if we learn to do it right, we will get lots and lots of ang pow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked mummy, what is ang pow? Can i play with it or eat it? Or is it something useless like clothes and nappies? I remember last year I got ang pow but where did it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy says "Never you mind, Jimi Boy, and never mind where last years ang pows went. You just get them and pass them to me. The more ang pows you get, the less spankings you get. For each ang pow you collect, I will minus down from 100 spanks. And remember, under no cirkumstanzes do you pass the angpows to Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I dont know what is 100 coz I cant count, and I dont know the meaning of cirkumstanzes. But it sure sounds like im in for alot of pain. So I better try my bery bery hardest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what mummy has been teaching me. She calls it 'roll-playing' (which is not the same as playing with your pee pee, like I thought). In the roll-play there is the married person (usually an Auntie, the giver of ang pow), me, and mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS&gt; IF YOU ARE A MARRIED PERSON, PLEASE LOOK AWAY! YOU ARE BANNED FROM READING THIS PART COZ ITS SUPER SUPER SECRET! IF I FIND OUT YOU ARE READING THIS, I WILL DO POO POO ON YOU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Married person filter line. No married person below this line&lt;/span&gt;. -----&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roll-Play for CNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: My my Jimi, havn't you grow big since I last saw you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Doing cutest baby face, hold hands together, like an angel) Aun-tee, ang pow!&lt;br /&gt;(Hey I can only say a few words ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: (To me, angry look) Jimi!&lt;br /&gt;(To Auntie) Im sorry I dont know where he learnt that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aun-tee ang pow! ang pow! ang pow! (Hug and kiss auntie and big smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: Hahaha. He is so cute! And very smart for a 2 year old! Look Jimi, whats this... I have something for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gimme! (Open ang pow - find only RM2... look at mummy to see if this is good or bad) Auntie Yuck! (Throw away money if mummys look is bad)&lt;br /&gt;Auntie more ang pow! More!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: Err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: (To Auntie) Im so sorry...&lt;br /&gt;(To Me) Jimi, stop this!.. Say sorry Auntie! This is not good manners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (saddest puppy dog eyes, wobbly with tears) Aun-tee, mummy scold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: (To mummy) No, its ok... You have a daarling son....&lt;br /&gt;(To me) Here Jimi, heres another ang pow. It was meant for your cousin, but you can have it instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Open ang pow - RM20, Good) Thank kyuu Aun-Tee!! (Big Hug Auntie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Youre terrible Jimi. Thank you very much, Auntie, youre too kind. Come jimi, lets say hi to other Auntie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Married person filter line. No married person above this line&lt;/span&gt;.------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats as far as mummy has taught me. Although theres many more tricks like falling down the stairs, serving food and tea to people, and getting rid of all other children in the same house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I do a good job of it, I dont want to get a sore bottom all Chinese New Year! Anyway mummy says its my duty. Coz since shes married she can't get any ang pows and has to give ang pows instead. Haha! Suckers! I will never get married and be a sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all I have to say about Chinese New Year! If youre coming to my house, make sure you bring lots of cash, and maybe your checkbook, share certs and house title deed too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But dont go away coz in my up and coming blogs I will be talking about:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Updates on my new band - and Winnie's secret drug scandal revealed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Daddy's evil PSP, son of evil PS2, and the havoc it is causing to his cerebellum!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- The real secret of where Cat (Our Grey Dog) went: An exclusive interview with Blossom (Our spotty dog)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- My shoe and handbag fetish revealed - PLUS my top 5 favourite looks from Mummys and Nana's wardrobe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Caught! Daddy in the toilet pictures!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the things I do in the name of Journalism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-3938546300622798406?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/3938546300622798406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=3938546300622798406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/3938546300622798406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/3938546300622798406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/01/cny-babytots-intensive-training.html' title='CNY Babytots Intensive Training'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-2045046913554544578</id><published>2008-01-17T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:08:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimi Back!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after not blogging for half a year (which is a quarter of my life), I managed to get my hands on a computer again! Its not easy.. when youre a babytot. Its alway no, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimi, no you'll make it dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Jimi, no it will spoil.&lt;br /&gt;Jimi, no dont touch daddys things.&lt;br /&gt;Jimi, no thats mummys mascara.&lt;br /&gt;Jimi, no dont wear mummys glittery stilettos.&lt;br /&gt;Jimi, no dont push the dog down the stairs in your big police car.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no! (Imagine here my eyes boggle and turn into pretzels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait till I become 2 years old and no more a baby! Then I'll show them! I'll drive my big police car and go to work in the office like daddy. And when I come back I'll eat ice cream and boss everybody. And I wont go oi oi ever until I want to! I heared Nana say I will be 2 soon, so start buying my birthday presents everybody. My birthday can happen anytime now, maybe even tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year me and Winnie Pooh (my new best friend, who isnt as short as patrick and who didnt disappear like red) have started a band. We were inspired by daddy, with his nice music that he makes on the computer and gee-tar. But while daddys music inspires us to dance and jump and then trash the room, our own music will be more kiddy-friendly. It will inspire everybody to sing, learn, lick things and then trash the room! Haha! Winnie is smart and has encoded some sublinimal messages into our songs too. Dont be surprised if you listen, and then suddenly you want to drink milk from titties! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney is our manager, which is only right since we take some inspiration from Barney, Wiggles, Daddy, ABBA and Tool (which all smart babies listen to). We need a bit more practice, and then watch out! I will post my music video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. Cheers until my next blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-2045046913554544578?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/2045046913554544578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=2045046913554544578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/2045046913554544578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/2045046913554544578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2008/01/mimi-back.html' title='Mimi Back!'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-1916064714739558737</id><published>2007-06-21T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:53:27.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistic Pictures of Me'/><title type='text'>The Best of Jimi</title><content type='html'>Hi hi! Well, its been a long time since my last blog... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things have happened since then.. I had my very 1st birthday, and mummy had her birthday too. I can walk now and climb and carry my own bag to Ramlaas house. Since so much has happened; and due to popular demand, Im going to post THE BEST OF MY LIFE SO FAR pics. Which are just random pics where I look really cute! So here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;This pic was from my first few weeks at hospital. Everyone was like all over me going how cute! So I was like, Eh! ****! Look at my finger!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078460179119653506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/RnpQoEZkwoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJ-eygiqGKY/s320/27199003661751l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. These 2 pics were when I was about 3 mths and going through my rapper phase. I liked to wear my beanie and pretend im 50 cent... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078462090380100242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/RnpSXUZkwpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_cWxjW3ngIE/s320/27726093642378l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078463675223032482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/RnpTzkZkwqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8g6PUNjP0iw/s320/27726243838222l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. This was Chrismas at Grandma Pongs house. I call her Poh Poh. Mummy always likes to hug me like that. Sometimes its nice but sometimes I just wanna eat my hat in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078463881381462706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/RnpT_kZkwrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0tOFM4eFJUE/s320/j%26d.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Grandpa Pong told a really funny fart joke. Hes really silly sumtimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078464186324140738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/RnpURUZkwsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EeGOMrZHGDE/s320/j%26dad.bmp" border="0" /&gt;5. Grandma Pong told me that the presents were from her and not santa, and i was like "No!" But i know shes only kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078464478381916882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/RnpUiUZkwtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4CyG6JPVzyo/s320/j%26ma.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats not alot of pics but thats all i have time for now. I have lots more pics from my birthday and stuff. So Ill do best of jimi part 2! See you next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/35894192-1916064714739558737?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/1916064714739558737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=1916064714739558737&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/1916064714739558737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/1916064714739558737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2007/06/best-of-jimi.html' title='The Best of Jimi'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7pJqLh8mOoc/RnpQoEZkwoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cJ-eygiqGKY/s72-c/27199003661751l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-116797139941782699</id><published>2007-01-05T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:29:35.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistic Pictures of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays and Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>My Xmas pictures!</title><content type='html'>Hello again everybody! I have just survived my first xmas and new year! Here are all the pics to show what a good time i had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5316/4002/320/141455/tgif%201com.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5316/4002/320/646260/tgif%202com.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5316/4002/320/426484/jimi%20peeking%20com.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5316/4002/320/759083/jimi%20nap%20com.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1) me at tgif on christmas eve being soo cute 2) got a bit rowdy after mommy gave me some chocolate cocktail 3) Who's that girl? Must have brought her back home after one too many 4) gotta learn to take it easy next year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well thats all. I hope you had as much fun as I had. Merry Xmas &amp;amp; Happy New YEar! Love from Jimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-116797139941782699?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/116797139941782699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=116797139941782699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116797139941782699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116797139941782699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-xmas-pictures.html' title='My Xmas pictures!'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-116555901719621627</id><published>2006-12-08T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:55:06.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I like'/><title type='text'>My First Xmas is a-coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5316/4002/1600/685415/lk02_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5316/4002/320/167643/lk02_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5316/4002/1600/969967/lk02_06-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everybody! I know its been a looong time since I had a chance to blog. I was sick for a while with fever and water poop (called died-rear, sure smells like it) and so tired all the time. But I am better now, and luckily just in time for christmas too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy says christmas is baby jesus' birthday. So I googled baby jesus and found out from &lt;a href="http://www.thebricktestament.com/"&gt;www.thebricktestament.com&lt;/a&gt; that God made jesus out of lego. And that is why many kids get lego for christmas. And I learnt the whole bible and all the stories from the brick testament and that Joo babies have to have their little fireman snipped. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy says I cant have lego for christmas because I will only choke on it. That is quite true so instead I would like to get this really cool pee &amp;amp; poo set:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5316/4002/320/800137/peepoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5316/4002/320/624546/peepoo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It even comes with tattoos and underwear! I like it so much. Now I can play with my pee &amp;amp; poo without making a mess. I also like it because it looks so much like mummy &amp;amp; daddy. Mummy is yellow and daddy is brown and his name is also Poo! Mummy is a Pong and Daddy is a Poo and that is why they got married. So Mr. Santa, if you are reading this please get me a pee &amp;amp; poo set for christmas and I promise I will be a good boy forever. And for Tracy please get her a cool doggie hood so she can be a rap artist like snoop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5316/4002/320/850768/doghood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you santa, and have a berry merry christmas everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-116555901719621627?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/116555901719621627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=116555901719621627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116555901719621627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116555901719621627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-first-xmas-is-coming.html' title='My First Xmas is a-coming!'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-116305857498923996</id><published>2006-11-09T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:55:49.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>Sorry Daddy!</title><content type='html'>Im a very sorry poo head indeed. I wanted to write a happy birthday song to daddy on his birthday but I was so very busy, and now daddys birthday has gone away. I did bake him a chocolate brownie but as usual grandma threw it away again. Well anyway, Happy Birthday daddy. Daddy is a million gazillion years old because he has a beard. But I do love him very much coz he is the bestest daddy in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-116305857498923996?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/116305857498923996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=116305857498923996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116305857498923996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116305857498923996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorry-daddy.html' title='Sorry Daddy!'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-116228838063711041</id><published>2006-10-31T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:29:51.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays and Special Occasions'/><title type='text'>Happy Hell-O-Ween!</title><content type='html'>I found this really cool choopie that I wanna get for helloween next year. Imagine the look on grandma's face! hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/320/lof_BB-0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-116228838063711041?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/116228838063711041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=116228838063711041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116228838063711041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116228838063711041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-hell-o-ween.html' title='Happy Hell-O-Ween!'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-116217395627030959</id><published>2006-10-30T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:26:20.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>Evil PS2 has stolen daddy's brain!</title><content type='html'>One day I cant remember when, an evil alien called a playstation came into our room and zapped out daddy's brain! Lucky mummy is immune coz her female brain is well advanced. I am immune too coz I donno where my brain is. It is very sad for me... I donno when daddy will come back to this world, he is always fighting bad guys in the other world. I do my cutest faces and my best burps and farts to bring him back, but it is not working..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOP on playstation!  And double POOP with WEE on SONY, playstation's evil daddy! When I grow up and become a ninja, I will travel the world to kill all the playstations, and I will go to Japan in the final level and take on the big bad boss, SONY corporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I am but a lonely speck in a big big world with only mummy and grandma and granddad and greatgrandma to look after me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-116217395627030959?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/116217395627030959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=116217395627030959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116217395627030959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116217395627030959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2006/10/evil-ps2-has-stolen-daddys-brain.html' title='Evil PS2 has stolen daddy&apos;s brain!'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-116123253767299571</id><published>2006-10-19T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:28:51.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays and Special Occasions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I do'/><title type='text'>My first Deepavali</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! Sorry I havnt been blogging the past few days. I have been very busy. I've started going to the babysitter next door. Her name is Ram-laa and she is a very nice lady who smiles alot. And there is this kid there called Adam who is only a little bit bigger than me and I like him alot too. Adam will be my stand-by best friend in case me and Patrick break up. Red is my best-best friend in case me and adam break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Im very excited because mummy told me that this weekend is my first Deepavali. Deepavali is some sort of Indian festival about lighting things on fire. Mummy says I should take this time to thank Jesus for making me a half chocolate baby because many non-chocolate babies throughout the world dont ever get a chance to celebrate deepavali. So now I would like to put up a picture of daddy and me to celebrate our chocolate-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/320/27727340165386l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is obviously a more flattering picture of daddy than the previous one because he had a shower and shaved already. Its my favourite picture of us coz we look really cool together. When me and daddy walk down the street people stop and say "Hey, look at that chocolate tattoed guy and that super-cool milk-chocolate baby. Respect." Yeah, you better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you should know that I was only 3 mths old then so now Im actually twice as big as that, ok. So thats all I got time to write coz I gotta go to the baby-sitter now. bye bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. Im a bit sad that nobody sent me any baby rusks since my last blog. You must remember to address it to &lt;em&gt;JIMI &lt;/em&gt;ok, and not &lt;em&gt;PATRICK. &lt;/em&gt;Thank you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-116123253767299571?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/116123253767299571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=116123253767299571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116123253767299571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116123253767299571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-first-deepavali.html' title='My first Deepavali'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-116098663299960975</id><published>2006-10-16T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:26:52.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummy'/><title type='text'>my family</title><content type='html'>One day I woke up early and took uncle devan's camera and shot some pics of mommy and daddy when they wake up in the morning. Patrick said i should post it coz all my fans propbably want to know what my parents look like and how they got such a cute baby like me. So without further apoo, heres mommy in the morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/320/barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's daddy:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/200/puvan%20in%20morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so thats my family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. If you like my blog please send me some baby rusk biscuits. thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-116098663299960975?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/116098663299960975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=116098663299960975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116098663299960975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116098663299960975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-family.html' title='my family'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-116096405142046472</id><published>2006-10-16T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:29:17.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I do'/><title type='text'>Getting bigger and a boo boo</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I turned 7 mths old! Its funny I thought I would feel much bigger and smarter but its not that much different from when I was 6 mths old... Maybe I will be able to walk this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a boo boo last nite. I fell off the bed again. I dunno how I did it coz I was asleep but it sure hurt and mummy had to carry me a bit and put me back to sleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-116096405142046472?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/116096405142046472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=116096405142046472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116096405142046472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116096405142046472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2006/10/getting-bigger-and-boo-boo.html' title='Getting bigger and a boo boo'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-116070554708564674</id><published>2006-10-13T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:19:05.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaa gaa</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I baked 2 cakes... one was a lovely golden brown and the other spinach green. I thought grandma would be rally pleased becoz she always gets excited when I bake cakes, like "Oooohh, Jimi did a chichi!". I baked lots but then daddy came home and took me upstairs and he cleaned me up and threw all my cakes away so I couldnt show grandma after all. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 more days until I turn seven! then I will be a teenager and I can drive my own car. Im driving pretty good now. Last nite all the big people put me in my walker, which is like a baby car with wheels and all, and I was going really fast zoom zoom all over the place! Mummy says shes really proud of me that I can do it so fast, but she says I have to work on my parking. Whatever, I dun even know what that is. Right now Im working on running over Tracey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the car I wanna drive when I grow up. Im gonna kick that white teenagers ass and then take his car and drive it back to my crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-116070554708564674?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/116070554708564674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=116070554708564674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116070554708564674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116070554708564674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2006/10/gaa-gaa.html' title='Gaa gaa'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35894192.post-116063426229291653</id><published>2006-10-12T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:56:33.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I do'/><title type='text'>mum mum?</title><content type='html'>Hallo everyone. Thanks for looking at my blog! Some people asked me why i want to blog. My best friend red laughed at me and I had to smack him up good. I told him "Hey! I may be a baby but I have feelings and stuff that I want to share with people and stuff. And Im almost 7 mths now.. thats almost like.. a teenager." But the real reason is becoz i miss mummy and daddy when they go to work. So maybe they can read this wehn theyre at work and think about me!&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are not so good yet and I get tempted to lick things so I got patrick to type for me. Hes my pet dog and hes smart coz hes already in kinder. Thanks Patrick! Patrick says that if I lick the computer too much it will spoil and then daddy will get mad at me. Patrick also says that Dede is better than Puvan because Puvans moose Bob tried to bite him last nite and Puvan didnt help him. But I like Daddy coz of his cool tattoos and when I grow up and become a teenager I wanna get tattoos just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite Daddy put on a really scary moovie and him me and mummy were on the bed watching it. Mummy didnt want me to watch coz she thought I'ld get scared and have nightmares and try to climb out the crib again. Silly mummy.. I wont get scared! Although I do get nighmares sometimes but theyre mostly about Blossom. Im a bit scared of her coz shes big and looks hungry. So anyway I pretended to sleep but I was really watching the movie. In the movie this guy kills people and plucks their eyes out with his fingers. Cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35894192-116063426229291653?l=jimibot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/feeds/116063426229291653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35894192&amp;postID=116063426229291653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116063426229291653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35894192/posts/default/116063426229291653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimibot.blogspot.com/2006/10/mum-mum.html' title='mum mum?'/><author><name>Jimibot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07912702636418886118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5316/4002/1600/27726151163256l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
