Aww...Chris practising his paternal instincts at Go Green Day today. Mrs Neo's son Marc came along and joined our group (Max, Chris, Tommy and I) for most of it. Everyone wanted photos with him at the end of the whole thing but I think one 17-hour plane ride side by side with the 10 year old was more than enough for Kong Meng. Tee hee.

Omigawd! They so look like father and son! Even though Marc called Tommy a pineapple. But he did call poor Ryan a peanut. Then a cashew nut. Then a macadamia nut.

Kong Meng being protective of Chris. Yeah. Yen is totally after Chris' legs. Today is Sunday, so I think it's Kong Meng's turn with Chris.

No more CIP anytime soon I hope! Yesterday was our class CIP at Queenstown stadium for some water fiesta carnival thing. We did about 9 or 10 hours of CIP, but slacked off a lot in between. First we did duty on the track where Wynne, Max and I had to record the positions of the runners. I got to look at all these sweaty arms! And it was for a professional reason, okay! It was to get their competitor numbers down. And this sweaty old guy high-fived me when he saw me walking towards him. Yayyyyuck. We mended the games stalls too but nobody wanted to play my game, which was golf. I wouldn't blame them! Then Amos, Mich, Sam, Yen, Wynne and I went to Ikea for meatballs! Where we told random jokes and I blew everyone away with the ultimate sick Richard Prince joke. I'm not proud of it. Don't ask me about it!!! I vow never to repeat it ever again unless I'm paid $100 or more. It's way too embarrassing. Read it for yourself at http://www.guggenheim.org/exhibitions/richard_prince/prince.html under check paintings. You have been warned.