<?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-9082106706667864092</id><updated>2011-07-31T18:17:29.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-2429925119591698085</id><published>2009-06-16T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:59:20.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Cas!&lt;br /&gt;You're the one growing old man :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-8134364829583935371</id><published>2009-06-11T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:36:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;A kind soul here trying to help a fish revive his blog.&lt;br /&gt;Thank me OKAEEEEEEEEEEEE F****.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm honoured to be typing the 40th post.&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;F****'ll be getting old in4 days.&lt;br /&gt;Remember to wish him!&lt;br /&gt;Wish that he'll stay old forever ^^&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what, I'll alw be younger than YOU :D&lt;br /&gt;BOO, sorry I've got nothing more to say, BYEBYE&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-8134364829583935371?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8134364829583935371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=8134364829583935371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/8134364829583935371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/8134364829583935371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-kind-soul-here-trying-to-help-fish.html' title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-6233756091304372268</id><published>2009-05-06T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:31:02.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A man was leaving a convenience store with his morning coffee when he noticed a most&lt;br /&gt;unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long black hearse was followed by a second long black hearse about 50 feet behind&lt;br /&gt;the first one. Behind the second hearse was a solitary man walking a dog on a leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind him, a short distance back, were about 200 men walking single file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man couldn't stand the curiosity. He respectfully approached the man walking the&lt;br /&gt;dog and said, 'I am so sorry for your loss, and I know now is a bad time to disturb&lt;br /&gt;you, but I've never seen a funeral like this. Whose funeral is it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My wife's.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What happened to her?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, 'My dog attacked and killed her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He inquired further, 'But who is in the second hearse?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man answered, 'My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog&lt;br /&gt;turned on her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poignant and thoughtful moment of silence passed between the two men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Can I borrow the dog?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Get in line.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Orange Aid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor walked into the waiting room where a man had been waiting for several minutes. He said, "Hi. What seems to be the problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "I'm not sure, doc. There's something terribly wrong with my penis! Is turned bright orange!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor looked surprised and said, "Orange?? I've never heard of anything like that, and I've practiced medicine for 30 years! Let's have a look at it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man dropped his pants and showed the doctor his penis. Sure enough, it was bright orange, and the doctor gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed. "I've never seen anything like this before! When did you first notice this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "About an hour ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, "Can you think of anything you have done that could have caused this? What were you doing right before you noticed this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "Well, nothing, really. Just watching porno flicks and eating Cheetos."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-6233756091304372268?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6233756091304372268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=6233756091304372268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/6233756091304372268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/6233756091304372268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-was-leaving-convenience-store-with.html' title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-4508059424829305046</id><published>2009-04-02T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:39:45.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i was sick, which was horrible. D: I lost my voice.  I received a message, i cheered up thinking that it would be from sara but end up it was jiaying wishing me get well soon. I was disappointed. So i went back to rest and now im healthy again, alive kicking. So yo, you guys saw me in school today wahaha. There isnt a need for me to bring mufti tomorrow as i am still abit sick. Yay. hah be jealous, all ncc land guys.&lt;br /&gt;ps: credits to jiaying (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: Thanks to the other 2 who wished me get well soon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-4508059424829305046?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4508059424829305046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=4508059424829305046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4508059424829305046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4508059424829305046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/04/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-2260260121886947415</id><published>2009-03-20T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:42:55.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>Back from the NCC Specialists Course. Surprisingly, mutual was cancelled by the DC and replaced with trips to IGTS and the Singapore Discovery Centre. Same platoon as Darren. Made many new friends from other school which helped made the camp fun and exciting. Also bunked with interesting people, sleeping with them was damn fun. Advice to all going for spec course: Make friends. Then you won't feel so demoralised in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the people who gave me hints and tips during the specialist course for the tests and those who revised with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO Mark: You may have gotten Best Cadet of Platoon 5, BUT you owe your 2nd sergeant rank to me :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-2260260121886947415?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2260260121886947415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=2260260121886947415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/2260260121886947415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/2260260121886947415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/03/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-8640920232771071272</id><published>2009-03-10T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:12:59.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excursion!</title><content type='html'>Today got science excursion. Stinks like shit. Should have gone to the one Jonathan go. Can win thumbdrive somemore. Got food supplied. Its the dream excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spec course next week. Stressed stressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm going to totally trash my SMS limit if I continue sms-ing Sherlyn like now -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-8640920232771071272?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8640920232771071272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=8640920232771071272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/8640920232771071272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/8640920232771071272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/03/excursion_10.html' title='Excursion!'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-1485737626374108546</id><published>2009-02-22T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:40:18.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny Signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English sign in German cafe: “Mothers, Please Wash Your Hans Before Eating.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scientist’s door: “Gone Fission”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside a hotel: “Help! We need inn-experienced people.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a music teacher’s door: “Out Chopin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the door of a music library: “Bach in a minuet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a farmer’s field: “The farmer allows walkers to cross the field for free, but the bull charges.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a podiatrist’s window: “Time wounds all heels.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Electric Company: “We would be de-lighted if you send in your bill. However, if you don’t, you will be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Maternity Room door: “Push, Push, Push”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign on fence: “Salesmen welcome. Dog food is expensive.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffler shop: “No appointment necessary. We’ll hear you coming.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veterinarian’s waiting room: “Be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optometrist’s office: “If you don’t see what you’re looking for, you’ve come to the right place.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Swear Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day two very loving parents got into a huge fight, the man called the women a "b1tch" and the women called the man a "b4stard".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their son walked in and said "What does b1tch and b4stard mean?" and the parents replied "ladies and gentlemen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the parents decided to have sex, the women said "feel my titties" and the man said "feel my d1ck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their son walked in and asked "What does titties and d1ck mean?" and the parents replied "hats and coats".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thanksgiving the dad was shaving and he cut himself, "Sh1t" he said, the kid came in and asked "What's that mean" and the man said it was the brand shaving cream he was using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down stairs the mom was preparing the turkey, and she cut herself, "F*ck" she said. Once again the kid asked "What's that mean" the mom said that is what she calls stuffing the turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the door bell rang. The kid answered the door to his relatives and said "Alright you b1tches and b4stards, put your d1cks and titties in the closet, my dad is upstairs wiping the sh1t off his face, and my mom is in the kitchen f*cking the turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Monday morning the UPS guy is driving the neighborhood on his usual route. As he approaches one of the homes he noticed that both cars were in the driveway. His wonder was cut short by Bob, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer and liquor bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow. Bob, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night,"the UPS man comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob, in obvious pain, replies "Actually we had it Saturday night. This is the first I have felt like moving since 4:00 am Sunday morning. We hadabout fifteen couples from around the neighborhood over for some weekendfun and it got a bit wild. Hell, we all got so drunk around midnight that we started playing WHO AM I."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UPS man thinks a moment and says, "How do you play WHO AM I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, all the guys go in the bedroom and we come out one at a time with a sheet covering us and only our 'privates' showing through a hole in the sheet. Then the women try to guess who it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UPS man laughs and says, "Damn, I'm sorry I missed that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Probably a good thing you did," Bob responds. "Your name came up seven times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I hate you. You dao-ed me. TWICE! Didn't you promise that I'd always get priority?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-1485737626374108546?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1485737626374108546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=1485737626374108546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/1485737626374108546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/1485737626374108546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-signs-english-sign-in-german-cafe.html' title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-2712045203697794551</id><published>2009-02-15T00:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:08:04.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mwahahahaha... Jokes, jokes and more jokes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 681px; height: 3002px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="postbody" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div class="postbody_div"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starting fights with your lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;So, I took her to a gas station.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;And then the fight started....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;bed. I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"No," she answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I then said, "Is that your final answer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying "Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;And then the fight started....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later. The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office! She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten Disability, too'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the boat to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day. I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;My loving wife of 10 years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at nearby table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;My wife asked, 'Do you know her?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;'Yes,' I sighed, 'she's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;'My God!' says my wife, 'Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I rear-ended a car this morning. So, there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car. You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things just seem funny? Yeah, well I couldn't believe it.... He was a DWARF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and shouted, 'I AM NOT HAPPY!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;So, I looked down at him and said, 'Well, then which one are you?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. 'I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;He said, 'Aren't you worried about the mad cow?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;'Nah, she can order for herself.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's darn near perfect.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;And then the fight started......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="genmed" height="40" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;span class="postdetails"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td class="postbody" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div class="postbody_div"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cancel Your Credit-Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Be sure and cancel your credit cards before you die. This is so priceless, and so, so easy to see happening, customer service being what it is today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some people are really stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady died this past January, and Citibank billed her for February and March for their annual service charges on her credit card, and added late fees and interest on the monthly charge. The balance had been $0.00, now somewhere around $60.00. A family member placed a call to Citibank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: 'I am calling to tell you she died in January.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: 'The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: 'Maybe, you should turn it over to collections.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: 'Since it is two months past due, it already has been.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: So, what will they do when they find out she is dead?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: 'Either report her account to frauds division or report her to the credit bureau, maybe both!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: 'Do you think God will be mad at her?' (I really liked this part!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: 'Excuse me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: 'Did you just get what I was telling you - the part about her being dead?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: 'Sir, you'll have to speak to my supervisor.' (Duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor gets on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: 'I'm calling to tell you, she died in January.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: 'The account was never closed and late fees and charges still apply.' (This must be a phrase taught by the bank!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: 'You mean you want to collect from her estate?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: (Stammer) 'Are you her lawyer?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: 'No, I'm her great nephew.' (Lawyer info given)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: 'Could you fax us a certificate of death?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: 'Sure.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fax number is given)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they get the fax:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: 'Our system just isn't setup for death. I don't know what more I can do to help.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: 'Well, if you figure it out, great! If not, you could just keep billing her. I don't think she will care.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: 'Well, the late fees and charges do still apply.'(What is wrong with these people?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: 'Would you like her new billing address?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: 'That might help.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: ' Odessa Memorial Cemetery, Highway 129, Plot Number 69.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: 'Sir, that's a cemetery!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: 'What do you do with dead people on your planet???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Priceless!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A young blonde woman in Covington, KY was so depressed that she decided to end her life by throwing herself into the Ohio River.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She went down to the docks and was about to leap into the frigid water when a handsome young sailor saw her tottering on the edge of the dock, crying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He took pity on her and said, "Look, you have so much to live for." I'm off to Europe in the morning, and if you like, I can stow you away on my ship. I'll take good care of you and bring you food every day."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Moving closer, he slipped his arm round her shoulder and added, "I'll&lt;br /&gt;keep you happy, and you'll keep me happy."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The girl nodded yes. After all, what did she have to lose? Perhaps a&lt;br /&gt;fresh start in Europe would give her life new meaning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That night, the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a lifeboat.&lt;br /&gt;From then on, every night he brought her three sandwiches and a piece of fruit, and they made passionate love until dawn.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Three weeks later, during a routine inspection, she was discovered by the captain. "What are you doing here?" the captain asked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I have an arrangement with one of the sailors," she explained. "I get&lt;br /&gt;food and a trip to Europe, and he's screwing me."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"He certainly is," the captain said. "This is the Argossy Casino, and we never leave Lawrenceburg, Indiana."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyers should never ask a Mississippi grandma a question if they aren’t prepared for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, ‘Mrs. Jones, do you know me?’ She responded, ‘Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I’ve known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you’ve been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you’re a big shot when you haven’t the brains to realize you’ll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, ‘Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She again replied, ‘Why yes, I do. I’ve known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He’s lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can’t build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The defense attorney nearly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said, ‘If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I’ll send you both to the electric chair.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A defending attorney was cross examining a coroner.&lt;br /&gt;The attorney asks, "Before you signed the&lt;br /&gt;death certificate had you taken the man's pulse?"&lt;br /&gt;The coroner says, "No."&lt;br /&gt;The attorney then asks, "Did you listen for a heart beat?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"So when you signed the death certificate you had not taken&lt;br /&gt;any steps to make sure the man was dead, had you?"&lt;br /&gt;The corner, now tired of the brow beating says, "Well, let me&lt;br /&gt;put it this way. The man's brain was sitting in a jar on my&lt;br /&gt;desk, but for all I know he could be out there practicing law&lt;br /&gt;somewhere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Welcome aboard Southwest Flight XXX, to YYY. To operate your seatbelt, insert the metal tab into the buckle, and pull tight. It works just like every other seatbelt, and if you don't know how to operate one, you probably shouldn't be out in public unsupervised. In the event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, oxygen masks will descend from the ceiling. Stop screaming, grab the mask, and pull it over your face. If you have a small child traveling with you, secure your mask before assisting with theirs. If you are traveling with two small children, decide now which one you love more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Ireland there is a mental institution that every year picks two of it's most reformed patients and questions them. If they get the questions right they are free to leave.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This year the two lucky gents were Patty and Mike. They were called down to the office and left there by the orderly. They were told to wait as the doctor got their files. The doctor came out and motioned for Patty to come in for his questioning. When Patty came into the office he was instructed to sit in the seat across from the doctor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Patty you know the tradition of this institution so I imagine you know why you are here. You will be asked two questions, and if you get them right, you will be free to go. Do you understand all that you have been told?" said the doctor with a rather sly grin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Patty nodded and the doctor began to question him. The first question was this. "Patty if I was to poke out one of your eyes what would happen?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I would be half blind of course," Patty answered without much thought.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"What would happen if I poked out the other eye?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I would be completely blind," said Patty knowing that he had just gotten his freedom. The doctor then sent him outside while he drew up the paperwork and accessed Mike's files.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When Patty got into the waiting room however, he told Mike what the questions would be and what the correct answers were.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The doctor calls in Mike and he followed the same procedure that he had with Patty. "Mike the first question is what would happen if I cut off your ear?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I would be blind in one eye," he said remembering what he had been told. This received a perplexed look from the doctor but he just simply asks the other question so that he could figure out what the man was thinking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Mike, what would happen if I cut off your other ear?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I would be completely blind," he answered with a smile as if he knew he had passed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But then the doctor asked him what his reasoning was, and he said flatly, "Me hat would fall down over me eyes."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=======================================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a two year long study, the National Science Foundation announced the following results on corporate America's recreation preferences.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. The sport of choice for unemployed or incarcerated people is: Basketball.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is: Bowling.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. The sport of choice for front line workers is: Football.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. The sport of choice for supervisors is: Baseball.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. The sport of choice for middle management is: Tennis.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. The sport of choice for corporate officers is: Golf.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Conclusion: The higher you are in the corporate structure, the smaller the balls are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="genmed" height="40" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;span class="postdetails"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-2712045203697794551?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2712045203697794551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=2712045203697794551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/2712045203697794551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/2712045203697794551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/02/mwahahahaha-jokes-jokes-and-more-jokes.html' title='Mwahahahaha... Jokes, jokes and more jokes!'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-5992835715545371909</id><published>2009-02-02T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:30:43.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. FeelGoods Advice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life; is this true?&lt;br /&gt;A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;br /&gt;A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!! .... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;A: Are you crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;br /&gt;A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO, What a Ride'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW ELEMENT FOUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A major research institution has recently announced the discovery of the heaviest element yet known to science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new element has been named Governmentium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governmentium (Gv) has one neutron, 25 assistant neutrons, 88 deputy neutrons, and 198 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert. However, it can be detected, because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact. A minute amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second, to take over four days to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governmentium has a normal half-life of 4 years; It does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places. In fact, Governmentium's Mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganization will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as critical morass. When catalyzed with money, Governmentium becomes Administratium - an element which radiates just as much energy as Governmentium since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-5992835715545371909?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/5992835715545371909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=5992835715545371909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/5992835715545371909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/5992835715545371909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahaha.html' title='HAHAHA'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-3736087156269670805</id><published>2009-01-28T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:10:19.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOvjFat9hzM/SYBnE_huTRI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QXDAQ-PmC8E/s1600-h/C3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOvjFat9hzM/SYBnE_huTRI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QXDAQ-PmC8E/s320/C3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296346497257721106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever believes this please find a tall building and jump off it. You're gonna die of retardedness anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-3736087156269670805?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3736087156269670805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=3736087156269670805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/3736087156269670805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/3736087156269670805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoever-believes-this-please-find-tall.html' title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bOvjFat9hzM/SYBnE_huTRI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/QXDAQ-PmC8E/s72-c/C3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-685097642478054444</id><published>2009-01-19T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:52:00.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img46.onemanga.com/mangas/00002672/000099042/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 750px; height: 1181px;" src="http://img46.onemanga.com/mangas/00002672/000099042/09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img46.onemanga.com/mangas/00002672/000099042/10-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 949px; height: 750px;" src="http://img46.onemanga.com/mangas/00002672/000099042/10-11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akabara is damn cool man. Although he seems to have no options left and right, he always seems so cool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-685097642478054444?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/685097642478054444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=685097642478054444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/685097642478054444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/685097642478054444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/akabara-is-damn-cool-man.html' title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-6313964850182322213</id><published>2009-01-18T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:27:55.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIALLY FOR YOU:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TO THE PERSON WHO FUCKING STOLE FROM US:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are going to get fucked when we find out who you are. 2nd time this has happened to our Part. If and When we find you, you messed with the wrong people man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-6313964850182322213?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6313964850182322213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=6313964850182322213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/6313964850182322213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/6313964850182322213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/specially-for-you.html' title='SPECIALLY FOR YOU:'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-4943603098688553393</id><published>2009-01-13T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:44:36.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Day</title><content type='html'>Today when I was walking home with Darren and Joshua Tan after wasting my time in the school library for the English project, suddenly one girl from other school come up to me and ask me where the nearest bus stop was. -.-. I was at the school side gate there then the nearest 33/16 bus stop was like within 100 metres of us. She got problem or something man. Then I kenna stunned then said 'huh'. By then she also already see the bus stop le then tell me nvm. So paiseh sia -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Pu De, that's the full story. Not what you think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangest Suicide in History?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the 1994 annual awards dinner given by the American Association for Forensic Science, AAFS President Don Harper Mills astounded his audience in San Diego with the legal complications of a strange death. Here is the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On 23 March 1994, the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound of the head. The decedent had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide (he left a note indicating his dispondency). As he fell past the ninth floor, his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast through a window, which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter not the decedent was aware that a safety net had been erected at the eighth floor level to protect some window washers and that Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide anyway because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ordinarily," Dr Mills continued, "a person who sets out to commit suicide ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended. That Opus was shot on the way to certain death nine stories below probably would not have changed his mode of death from suicide to homicide. But the fact that his suicidal intent would not have been successful caused the medical examiner to feel that he had homicide on his hands. "The room on the ninth floor whence the shotgun blast emanated was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing and he was threatening her with the shotgun. He was so upset that, when he pulled the trigger, he completely missed the wife and the pellets went through the window striking Opus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When one intends to kill subject A but kills subject B in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject B. When confronted with this charge, the old man and his wife were both adamant that neither knew that the shotgun was loaded. The old man said it was his long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her - therefore, the killing of Opus appeared to be an accident. That is, the gun had been accidently loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun approximately six weeks prior to the fatal incident. It transpired that the old lady cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother. The case now, becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an exquisite twist. "Further investigation revealed that the son, Ronald Opus, had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten-story building on March 23, only to be killed by a shotgun blast through a ninth story window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The medical examiner closed the case as a suicide."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-4943603098688553393?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4943603098688553393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=4943603098688553393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4943603098688553393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4943603098688553393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/dumb-day.html' title='Dumb Day'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-513246283818908769</id><published>2009-01-10T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:51:37.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'If the enemy is in range, so are you.' - Infantry Journal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed.' - U.S. Air Force Manual &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Five second fuses only last three seconds.' - Infantry Journal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Never tell the Platoon Sergeant you have nothing to do.' - Unknown Marine Recruit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you see a bomb technician running, keep up with him.' - USAF Ammo Troop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three most common expressions, in aviation are:&lt;br /&gt;'Why is it doing that?'&lt;br /&gt;'Where are we?', and&lt;br /&gt;'Oh S..t!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Next time I will post true posters made by churches. Screwed up ones. Real too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CCA Recruitment Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original instructions were to fall in at 7.30, although the timing seemed to get later and later each time -.-. Anyway, only recruited like 40+ ppl. I myself never go pull ppl cause involved in the scenarios. Scenario one(me) was generally okay, though I took a long time to tie Pu De up. Hehe. Its fun tying him up directly in front of the Dance Club booth though I don't know if she was watching... (jkjk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did the "Platoon calling 1-2" on the parade square with the NCC Sea, leaving us with a total injury of 1. Many reasons, NCC Sea said it was cause we were jumping around and 'killing' our own platoonmate. However, what we thought was that the NCC Sea pushed on their end too hard causing our entire section to cave in. So paiseh. Ppl think we weaker than them when is actually the NCO tell us don't push. So many different things, don't know which one is correct la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kenneth Tan(the injured one) couldn't move his legs properly and was limping throughout, so c3 cycled Kenneth with Kenneth's bike back to Kenneth's house while I had to take C3's back and take 30 while Sir Yong Ming took C3's bro SBO and cycled to Eunos. Anyway, the bag was fucking heavy. No question about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------End of Post---------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-513246283818908769?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/513246283818908769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=513246283818908769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/513246283818908769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/513246283818908769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-enemy-is-in-range-so-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-3401618529559172985</id><published>2009-01-08T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:38:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i42.tinypic.com/2nbsjdf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 300px;" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2nbsjdf.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I found. For all the christians out there :). Though it will do you no good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, training in mufti tmr. Geng man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Jonathan said something about someone in my class today... Should tell her not :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-3401618529559172985?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3401618529559172985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=3401618529559172985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/3401618529559172985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/3401618529559172985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/2nbsjdf_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-4558087561159612113</id><published>2009-01-04T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:13:48.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part C'09</title><content type='html'>Officially promoted to Part C last training. Yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-4558087561159612113?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4558087561159612113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=4558087561159612113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4558087561159612113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4558087561159612113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-c09.html' title='Part C&apos;09'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-8623757176511409466</id><published>2008-12-25T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:09:44.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated(by a day) birthday to Noran :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-8623757176511409466?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8623757176511409466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=8623757176511409466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/8623757176511409466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/8623757176511409466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-3325030599329603394</id><published>2008-12-20T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:24:38.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU SHOUTBOX</title><content type='html'>After wasting my good whole morning and some of my afternoon, the damn shoutbox is still stuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That does it. I'm calling a conference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joelle - Wow. If you're in shock from hearing THAT, you'll go into cardiac arrest following this one. I'm a GUY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-3325030599329603394?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/3325030599329603394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=3325030599329603394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/3325030599329603394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/3325030599329603394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuck-you-shoutbox.html' title='FUCK YOU SHOUTBOX'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-7860395017269375492</id><published>2008-12-19T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:53:06.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to The Cage to play soccer with a bunch of people I'm only acquainted too. Only guys I knew were C3 and Derick. Sad horhs... Then go play LAN. Me C3 and some guy called Jaffrey(?) vs Derick, Nic ho and Wing Leng(I think). Forget all the score le but remember got 1 time we totally trash them, won around 18 games to 2. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derick keep saying want go Parkway then C3 stubborn like rock don't want go. So in the end he and his team left leaving me, C3 and Jaffrey(?). Heh. I own both of them in FOC and Naruto wars. Somemore 2 v 1 sia. Lol C3 dumb dunno his Naruto can go into Kyuubi mode can counter my Sasuke (Dubbed by C3)"Ugly Wings" mode. Then 2nd round of Naruto Wars both of them try cheat use their numeric advantage in the end kenna bugged. HEH. Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to do, added portal page for Vapour and helped Kyle (a bit) with his vBulletin set up. Spent the rest of the day watching South Park/playing Left 4 Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Vampirism Speed all day. Got defeated as a human 1~2 times but when I ask the vamp rematch he don't want -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My record for a slayer being build is 0:52 seconds, the vampire only comes out at 0:55. I think my record is the limit liao for normal human. If can go any lower, for sure is use macro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do: Fix the damn shoutbox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-7860395017269375492?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7860395017269375492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=7860395017269375492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/7860395017269375492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/7860395017269375492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/12/wednesday-went-to-cage-to-play-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-7968651390544261358</id><published>2008-12-13T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:58:47.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l3bkYqcXs-I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l3bkYqcXs-I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best song from what was voted as the 2nd best made South Park episode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suba-ra-shi chin chin mono&lt;br /&gt;Kintama no kame aru&lt;br /&gt;Sore no oto saru bo bo&lt;br /&gt;Iie! Ninja ga imasuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey let's go kenka suru&lt;br /&gt;Taisetsu na mono protect my balls!&lt;br /&gt;Boku ga warui so let's fighting...&lt;br /&gt;Let's fighting love!&lt;br /&gt;Let's fighting love!&lt;br /&gt;Kono uta chotto baka wa&lt;br /&gt;Wake ga wakaranai&lt;br /&gt;Eigo ga mecha-kucha Daijobu - we do it all the time!&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey let's go! Kenka suru-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song's name is Let's fighting love. Btw, you do not want to know what the english translation of the lyrics are :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-7968651390544261358?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7968651390544261358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=7968651390544261358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/7968651390544261358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/7968651390544261358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-of-best-song-from-what-was-voted-as.html' title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-8311134580607846373</id><published>2008-12-02T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:19:15.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://teens-shopping.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Zhen's blogshop. Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-8311134580607846373?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8311134580607846373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=8311134580607846373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/8311134580607846373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/8311134580607846373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/12/httpteens-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-8230987682682715879</id><published>2008-12-02T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:38:10.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Billy Connolly's 14 things I hate about everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* People who point at their wrist while asking for the time....I know where my watch is pal, where the f*ck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* People who are willing to get off their arse to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". F*cking right! What good is a cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the f*ck would you keep looking after you've found it? Do People do this? Who and where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No tosser, I paid 10 quid to come to the cinema and stare at the f*cking floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* People who ask "Can I ask you a question?". Didn't really give me a choice there, did you sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When people say "life is short". What the f*ck?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever f*cking does!! What can you do that's longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks, "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here,Kn*bhead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* People who say things like 'My eyes aren't what they used to be'. So what did they used to be? ears, Wellington boots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When you're eating something and someone asks 'Is that nice?' No it's really revolting - I always eat stuff I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* People who announce they are going to the toilet. Thanks that's an image I really didn't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* McDonalds staff who pretend they don't understand you unless you insert the 'Mc' before the item you are ordering.....It's has to be a McChicken Burger, just a Chicken Burger get blank looks. Well I'll have a McStraw and jam it in your McEyes you f*cking McTosser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice but to post all these... Since I'm not allowed to post pictures about today and elaborate on today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-8230987682682715879?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8230987682682715879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=8230987682682715879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/8230987682682715879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/8230987682682715879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/12/billy-connollys-14-things-i-hate-about.html' title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-366166011212677623</id><published>2008-11-30T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:04:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why men die first</title><content type='html'>Why do men die first? This is a question that has gone unanswered for centuries, but, now we know. It requires a bit of explanation, first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you put a woman on a pedestal and try to protect her from the rat race ... you're a male chauvinist. If you stay home and do the housework ... you're a pansy. If you work too hard ... there's never any time for her. If you don't work enough ... you're a good-for-nothing bum. If she has a boring repetitive job with low pay ... this is exploitation. If you have a boring repetitive job with low pay ... you should get off your lazy behind and find something better. If you get a promotion ahead of her ... that is favoritism. If she gets a job ahead of you ... its equal opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you mention how nice she looks ... its sexual harassment. If you keep quiet ... its male indifference. If you cry ... you're a wimp. If you don't ... you're an insensitive ~censored~. If you make a decision without consulting her ... you're a chauvinist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she makes a decision without consulting you, she's a liberated woman. If you ask her to do something she doesn't enjoy ... that's domination. If SHE asks you ... it's a favor. If you appreciate the female form and frilly underwear ... you're a pervert. If you don't ... you're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like a woman to shave her legs and keep in shape ... you're sexist. If you don't ... you're unromantic. If you try to keep yourself in shape ... you're vain. If you don't ... you're a slob. If you buy her flowers ... you're after something. If you don't ... you're not thoughtful. If you're proud of your achievements ... you're full of yourself. If you don't ... you're not ambitious. If she has a headache ... she's tired. If you have a headache ... you don't love her anymore. If you want it too often ... you're oversexed. If you don't ... there must be someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do men die first? Because they want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I found online ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-366166011212677623?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/366166011212677623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=366166011212677623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/366166011212677623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/366166011212677623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-men-die-first.html' title='Why men die first'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-8987522965343656183</id><published>2008-11-29T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:59:20.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>Camp was sian... Came back with injuries from the obstacle course cause of the fine grains of sand stuck in the mud. Don't understand why they don't want just do it in the field. At least there not so much sand. Night walk was boring, not scary at all. Solo sleep also. I slept at the place outside the auditorium, right in front of the faces. The night passed... uneventfully and next day, camp was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-8987522965343656183?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/8987522965343656183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=8987522965343656183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/8987522965343656183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/8987522965343656183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-2969836497777232</id><published>2008-11-23T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:00:06.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away</title><content type='html'>Away on 24-26 November for NCC Annual Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considered as post hor ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-2969836497777232?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/2969836497777232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=2969836497777232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/2969836497777232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/2969836497777232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/away.html' title='Away'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-1647177219355873702</id><published>2008-11-17T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:28:53.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrinng</title><content type='html'>Another boring day, without purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix, some people go Malacca then abandon me for 2 days 1 night.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-1647177219355873702?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1647177219355873702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=1647177219355873702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/1647177219355873702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/1647177219355873702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/borrinng.html' title='Borrinng'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-7309302027673750422</id><published>2008-11-16T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:21:23.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3C'09</title><content type='html'>"ZzzZ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went around the blogs on Hui Zhen's blog and typed that in their tagboard... Too bad, she told them she knows me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my streaming results... 3C'09, option 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren was very funny, keep saying 3C is only for Literature and D&amp;T, pure geography not in that class. Then he even insisted I go approach a teacher to confirm my class... -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-7309302027673750422?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7309302027673750422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=7309302027673750422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/7309302027673750422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/7309302027673750422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/3c09.html' title='3C&apos;09'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-4013019450259636587</id><published>2008-11-10T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:21:14.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 Jokes to share.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three buddies die in a car crash, and they go to heaven to an orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all asked, "When you are in your casket and friends and family are mourning upon you, what would you like to hear them say about you? The first guy says, "I would like to hear them say that I was a great doctor of my time, and a great family man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy says, "I would like to hear that I was a wonderful husband and school teacher which made a huge difference in our children of tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last guy replies, "I would like to hear them say, "Look! He's moving!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three men are traveling in the Amazon, a German, an American, and a Mexican, and they get captured by some Amazons. The head of the tribe says to the German, "What do you want on your back for your whipping?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The German responds, "I will take oil!" So they put oil on his back, and a large Amazon whips him ten times. When he is finished the German has these huge welts on his back, and he can hardly move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amazons haul the German away, and say to the Mexican, "What do you want on your back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will take nothing!" says the Mexican, and he stands there straight and takes his ten lashings without a single flinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What will you take on your back?" the Amazons ask the American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He responds, "I'll take the Mexican."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy had been feeling down for so long that he finally decided to seek the aid of a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went there, lay on the couch, spilled his guts then waited for the profound wisdom of the psychiatrist to make him feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychiatrist asked me a few questions, took some notes then sat thinking in silence for a few minutes with a puzzled look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he looked up with an expression of delight and said, "Um, I think your problem is low self-esteem. It is very common among losers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A British General had sent some of his men off to fight for their country in the Falkland Island Crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning to England from the South American island, three soldiers that had distinguished themselves in battle were summoned to the General's office. "Since we weren't actually at war," the General began, "I can't give out any medals. We did, however, want to let each of you know your efforts were appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we've decided to do is to let each of you choose two points on your body. You will be given two pounds sterling for each inch of distance between those parts. We'll start on the left, boys, so what'll it be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier 1: "The tip of me head to me toes, sahr!" General: "Very good son, that's 70 inches which comes to 140 pounds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier 2: "The tip of the finger on one outstretched hand to the tip of the other, sir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General: "Even better son, that's 72 inches which comes to 144 pounds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier 3: "The palm of me hand to the tip of me left pinky, sahr!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General: "That's a strange but fair request, son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the general begins the measurement: "What! Son, where is your left pinky?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier 3: "Falkland Island, sir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! I don't waste my post space with only 1 joke :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-4013019450259636587?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4013019450259636587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=4013019450259636587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4013019450259636587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4013019450259636587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-jokes-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-4948994926982064411</id><published>2008-11-09T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:45:32.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doraemon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-DGf09qIn8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-DGf09qIn8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! That video ROCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been seeing a lot of Doraemon this week... What with that video and the manga "History's strongest disciple Kenichi" with Kenichi calling Akisame Doraemon all the time... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-4948994926982064411?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4948994926982064411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=4948994926982064411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4948994926982064411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4948994926982064411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/doraemon.html' title='Doraemon!'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-4633606661267832253</id><published>2008-11-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:31:21.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01-11-08</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6.30 today, went to school with Ting Hao. Saw the NCC Sea cadets pumping so early in the morning... So sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I showed doubters of my shooting skills that it really was the ****ing ****ed up gun in IMT that made me shoot a 0/20. Ha! Laugh now, suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arms still aching from yesterday's company PT, don't know why though... Yesterday's PT was relatively easy... Maybe I'm growing weaker? o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-4633606661267832253?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4633606661267832253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=4633606661267832253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4633606661267832253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4633606661267832253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/11/01-11-08.html' title='01-11-08'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-4265492938839170623</id><published>2008-10-24T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:24:31.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;66&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;67&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;71&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;59&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;65&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;61&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DnT          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;56&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; C5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;58&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CE         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall percentage:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Position: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14/39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level Position: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;142/310&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conduct: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NAPFA Test: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out from CTXE that Nan Chiau High School is very different from ours... They have PE theory(some PE exam) and their CCA open house = school open house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my theories concocted on MSN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1)                            high PSLE score = may not mean high results in sec sku&lt;br /&gt;2)                           low PSLE score = may not mean low results in sec school&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/9082106706667864092-4265492938839170623?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/4265492938839170623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=4265492938839170623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4265492938839170623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/4265492938839170623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/10/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-7431974601512332312</id><published>2008-10-18T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:29:27.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woot!! Eyeshield 21 is getting more and more exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img61.onemanga.com/mangas/00000006/000084772/18-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 213px;" src="http://img61.onemanga.com/mangas/00000006/000084772/18-19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the look on his face... Feels so good that Sena finally beats him :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results suck... Looks like I confirm will kenna tuition this time... Damn. I hate tuition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-7431974601512332312?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/7431974601512332312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=7431974601512332312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/7431974601512332312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/7431974601512332312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/10/woot-eyeshield-21-is-getting-more-and.html' title=''/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-6064502200532847308</id><published>2008-10-08T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:10:04.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over!!</title><content type='html'>Back to days of fun and slack... Exams are finally over!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more studying until next year!!!!! :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-6064502200532847308?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6064502200532847308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=6064502200532847308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/6064502200532847308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/6064502200532847308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/10/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over!!'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-6795472153963814020</id><published>2008-10-04T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:18:38.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;belated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY KOH KANG WEI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH ANN LIM HUI MIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went Bedok library today... Thought I was late by 5 minutes yet turns out everyone arrived at least 20 minutes after me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch at KFC, then went back library talk cock. Supposed to study sia... Saw Jordan and Teck Wee in library studying too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to history.......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-6795472153963814020?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/6795472153963814020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=6795472153963814020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/6795472153963814020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/6795472153963814020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-more-days.html' title='3 more days.'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082106706667864092.post-1748308351773412763</id><published>2008-10-01T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:57:30.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Children's Day + Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{no one will call me a racist now!!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at home today... Played computer for the entire day without studying... Cannot concentrate -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, somehow promised Sarah to make a blog yesterday... So, I did it! Even though should be studying now &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Chinese Paper 2 if I'm not wrong, Good luck to all the normal Chinese people. Walao tomorrow malays dun need go school, so jealous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the main part of this post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pedobear picture of the day :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pedobearpics.com/pedobear/46b041c049af1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.pedobearpics.com/pedobear/46b041c049af1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082106706667864092-1748308351773412763?l=thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/feeds/1748308351773412763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9082106706667864092&amp;postID=1748308351773412763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/1748308351773412763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082106706667864092/posts/default/1748308351773412763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisabloodyurl.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-blog-post.html' title='First blog post'/><author><name>laetye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09167763039077282108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
