<?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-4855014064727218991</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:00:50.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-7724066392366848396</id><published>2009-09-01T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:00:21.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, reading my last post reminded me that i need to blog about this. I passed my tp with FLYING colours. 16/20 !! awesomely useless pointiers. Anyways, pass is a pass, who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty excited about my first car arriving in 3 days time. Still have no idea what car is it. Oh well. Till that day i'll post again, this time with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-7724066392366848396?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7724066392366848396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=7724066392366848396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/7724066392366848396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/7724066392366848396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/right-reading-my-last-post-reminded-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-5465616883152367468</id><published>2009-08-12T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:18:41.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to feel as though as the wind has became lighter. Too bad it didn't. Anyway, nothing to blog, work got nothing interesting except in-out of guests, gym got nothing interesting except panting and driving lessons got nothing interesting except for almost banging down a stray pedestrian or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my driving test is approaching but before that, two birthdays are approaching! One is Gabriel's 1 on the 15th and the other is Erica's 1 on the 22nd. Good luck you people whom are born in the time of Leo (btw, the meaning of Leo means masculine.. ahem Erica.. ahem...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right after that will be my test. Will I pass? Will I succeed with my rash driving and killer parking that scares the life of all passengers and instructors in my car? We've yet to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-5465616883152367468?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5465616883152367468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=5465616883152367468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5465616883152367468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5465616883152367468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanted-to-feel-as-though-as-wind-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-5116987248732407291</id><published>2009-08-01T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:49:12.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok.. its the first of August.. 24 more days to my driving exam... wheee... can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-5116987248732407291?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5116987248732407291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=5116987248732407291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5116987248732407291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5116987248732407291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-7380967117326882152</id><published>2009-07-22T07:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:01:34.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the clock ticks by, and the day draws near, most of us are already nearing the end of our 3rd week in our attachment, how wonderful. After this week, it'll be 49 weeks more to go, and counting. So how have you all fared in your attachment so far? Enjoyable? Exciting? New? Excruciating? Disgusted? As for me, I'll take Enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-7380967117326882152?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7380967117326882152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=7380967117326882152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/7380967117326882152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/7380967117326882152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-clock-ticks-by-and-day-draws-near.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-8301007097497174722</id><published>2009-07-16T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:19:51.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love a busy life. Work for 8 hours... Trying to lose weight... Planning the designs of the house... Buying a new car... Trying to lose weight... ah i mean.. nvm.. So ya.. busy life.. = good excuse to eat lesser.. dont ask me how i come out with this theory.. Eat less Gym more More benefit Less laziness... Why lose weight so intensely now you might ask. Just take it as.. *Damn why didnt i do this earlier* as my current excuse. I'll think of a better clearer new one the next time round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-8301007097497174722?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8301007097497174722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=8301007097497174722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/8301007097497174722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/8301007097497174722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-busy-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-6328555690967887306</id><published>2009-07-15T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:30:32.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just visited the Aston Martin site, and the final verdict is........ You'll see it 6 months later.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-6328555690967887306?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6328555690967887306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=6328555690967887306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/6328555690967887306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/6328555690967887306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-visited-aston-martin-site-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-8121955710860386145</id><published>2009-07-14T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:38:54.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the maserati show room yesterday. Really wonderful cars, the Maserati Gran Turismo S Automatic. I think that would be my planned car instead of Aston Martin DB9. The looks and the pricing.. are way better. haha More fierce! But, it will still be re-confirmed. Tomorrow i'll be going to Aston Martin shop to see and re-confirm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-8121955710860386145?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8121955710860386145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=8121955710860386145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/8121955710860386145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/8121955710860386145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-to-maserati-show-room-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-1015764202156657543</id><published>2009-07-12T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:18:42.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>Hmm, i just recovered from flu, and guess what? DURIANS. Mun Hon bought durians for me and my family to eat. Hell yeah! Ate 2 FOOL durians on my own.. Sucha full. Now i have to pray hope wish and pray (no that aint a repeat word) that i wont have flu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-1015764202156657543?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1015764202156657543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=1015764202156657543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/1015764202156657543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/1015764202156657543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-7603322015902813298</id><published>2009-07-06T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:53:18.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, today was the start of the 1st day of work for most people. How did ya find work today ? Haha i find it pretty interesting. I got to know a new program aside from FIDELO (whichever you spell it) called HIS (huh? his?) Easy to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in front office for 20 weeks. Not too bad i guess. Better than 20 weeks in housekeeping... RIGHT LILI? =p jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i m off to bed.. See ya and have fun working!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-7603322015902813298?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7603322015902813298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=7603322015902813298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/7603322015902813298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/7603322015902813298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-today-was-start-of-1st-day-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-5300696870558731562</id><published>2009-07-02T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:40:46.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And once again, simsim forgot to tag me.. owells.. shows how forgetful she is.. wakka.. anyways.. my holidays are coming to an end.. And i m actually feeling good about it. Work is coming right up next monday. Ahh can't wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YA RIGHT, BULLSHIT, DON'T BE LAME, DON'T CRAP WITH ME) will be what I'll be receiving from the minds of the readers yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyways thats it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya Oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am down with swine flu... no.. similar to that excluding the fever.. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-5300696870558731562?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5300696870558731562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=5300696870558731562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5300696870558731562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5300696870558731562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-once-again-simsim-forgot-to-tag-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-2568818289290688159</id><published>2009-06-30T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:37:14.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok.. so now, i've finally attained the key to my next new paradise, a new home. Funny thing is, i shift from 39 Brighton Crescent to 9A Brighton Crescent. Make any sense? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mum likes =/ oh well let her be. Interior designs and furnitures are mine to control, so tomorrow i'ma meet up with Kenneth, 1 of the interior designer for Darwin at 2 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TP is on 25th August, those who actually read this, wish me luck. Those whom i've told, wish me luck. Those Christians, pray for me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i hate to retake it again, really"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was very excited when i entered the new house, only to find out that hey, there's no electric supply at all, hence my chauffeur cant come in.. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in anycase, even though its too early to post this is, as i'll only be shifting in next year march, but still, renovating costs time and money and time is money.. so double costing on money. (ENOUGH ABOUT MATHS ALREADY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata for now, ima go talk to simsim and play blackshot in a little while later. ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-2568818289290688159?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2568818289290688159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=2568818289290688159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/2568818289290688159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/2568818289290688159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-8484709188603690991</id><published>2009-06-26T08:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:46:10.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys guys guys, our king of pedophiliac pop, has passed away at the age of 50 at LA hospital near his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad truth for Micheal Jackson fans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-8484709188603690991?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8484709188603690991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=8484709188603690991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/8484709188603690991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/8484709188603690991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/guys-guys-guys-our-king-of-pedophiliac.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-5309115919181470687</id><published>2009-06-26T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:18:05.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, here's the deal, I'm done with school (officially) no more acursed studies, but more work work work! How, is that saving our damn souls, bloody officials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, even then, we're getting paid so i guess we should be less pissed off, aint it. And its working for some hotel, not our very own SHATEC blabla hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ima just recap on my school days in less than 10 words in this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;"I doubt i'll be even coming back here again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my classmates: you may like me for who i am, love me for who we are or hate me for all i care, but to me, we're friends! And friends must hang out right? So you bloody bastards out there, if you're even reading the latest blog post i've posted in centuries on end, lets hang out till before our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who havent gotten a hotel, please do so asap. To those who have gotten them, good luck for that 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those classmates who irritate the shit outa me in a friendly manner (mainly izzat and khrisna) i forgive you (YA RIGHT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who've helped along my journey of SHATEC ((HUH NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND MEH?) you have my thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, to those who've been by my side, erm.. ya by my side, er... ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. Ima post most probably tmr.. c ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-5309115919181470687?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5309115919181470687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=5309115919181470687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5309115919181470687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5309115919181470687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-heres-deal-im-done-with-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-3568836239886081176</id><published>2009-04-13T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:57:17.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Speaking of which, I was estatic when i only saw 4 modules in my timetable. But, curses of curses, Convention and Exhibition is exhausting! I can't even blog no more. Till i get the chance that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, me my mum and aunt went to Hai Tien Lo for lunch. Very nice paranomic view, level 37 of Pan Pacific Hotel. The food was awesome! Speaking about food, i need to start on my project about food menu and some other random crap needed inside -.- so i'll get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos peeps, till later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-3568836239886081176?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3568836239886081176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=3568836239886081176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3568836239886081176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3568836239886081176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/speaking-of-which-i-was-estatic-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-5810050890546635995</id><published>2009-04-04T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T01:30:04.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday (yesterday)</title><content type='html'>didn't have time to blog the whole of yesterday, so before i sleep i'll blog.&lt;br /&gt; I got conned into a group meeting on Friday, i thought they wanted to diss me off on my b'day, owell, they did a small celebration (THANK YOU PEEPS) Sarah bought me a cheesecake and Melvin, a blackforest cake (is that what its really called?) anyways, its a creamy cake with chocolate toppings both dark and white. Looks really nice, but didnt eat it at all as i don't really like creamy cakes.&lt;br /&gt;Ate 3/4 of the cake of what Sarah bought for me. Tasted good.. mm mm.. (BE APPRECIATED)but i think that crap.. i mean cake gave me stomach ache. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways at night, me my mum and uncle went out for dinner at Great Wrold City Kuchino-ko japanese buffet..  Ate till bloat.. not that my tummy is not bloated yet =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go out with kian chong and ping long for movie, but since they didnt buy the tickets, i decided not too and played dota and blackshot.. pretty fun for a 21 year old birthday kid aint it? 0... totally 0 excitement -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope next year's slightly better, anyways good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-5810050890546635995?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5810050890546635995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=5810050890546635995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5810050890546635995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5810050890546635995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-birthday-yesterday.html' title='My birthday (yesterday)'/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-41827482404938210</id><published>2009-04-04T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T01:27:41.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated postage......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;....... On blogging again. I know I know, i said i'll blog, but i didn't.. but who cares ya know? haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, i'ma blog, since school's pretty free. 2 more days to my bday, and i realise 1 thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melvin's holding a meeting on my bday, some class project, a huge thing as its my last term in school! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh, anyways today i finally went to Audi and Aston Martin's car showroom. We took a look at Aston's DB9 and Vantage V8, and man, their brochures are actually books man.. Same for Audi, we took a look at the Audi Q7 and Audi R8, wonderful cars. Tried to seat in both of them, and i cant even feel the suspension move despite my weight! Amazing cars eh? (Same for the Astons too) Anyways, i m off to dota, just blogging on what i did today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Oh, pictures, non for today as i was in a rush to someplace else after the showroom, so we did what we need and left. When i m out to buy 1, i'll snap pics for u guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S (with the cock brain i had, i posted this on my old blog, i dont know how the **** i remembered the old blog's address.. -.- i just found out today.. so ya haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; In the meantime, ciaos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-41827482404938210?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/41827482404938210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=41827482404938210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/41827482404938210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/41827482404938210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/belated-postage.html' title='Belated postage......'/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-7529216225277651133</id><published>2009-02-13T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:16:21.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, Audrey finally found my blogsite. Not too bad i suppose, anyways tomorrow i'm having principles of management test, which is open book, meaning its tougher. Why? Ask your own experience. Anyways, time to say something about English teacher. I shan't say name, but people from my school should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She speaks as fluently as my mother (who hardly speaks good english), which is bad, cause she's our... hmm.. teacher? Sadly enough, she's a replacement teacher for Ms Diah, who was not a bad English teacher. I can't stand the teacher when she speaks. Its so bad you feel like correcting her every sentence. She teach us to correct tenses and there she is, teaching us in bad tense. She coach us in grammar with bad grammar and told us to focus on vocab with her limited vocabulary. Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ranting thought cause i need to sleep, so tata for now.. and good luck to us shatecians on our up coming test!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-7529216225277651133?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7529216225277651133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=7529216225277651133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/7529216225277651133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/7529216225277651133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-audrey-finally-found-my-blogsite.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-3578762986105569408</id><published>2009-02-10T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:50:25.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright! Time to be gay for awhile. **I PASSED MY BTT I PASSED MY BTT LALALALALA* ok thats enough of gayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, can't wait for FTT... CAN'T WAIT AH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-3578762986105569408?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3578762986105569408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=3578762986105569408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3578762986105569408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3578762986105569408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/alright-time-to-be-gay-for-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-649929111857073718</id><published>2009-02-08T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:14:41.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, today was quite the enjoyable day. Gab and Mh came over my place to "bai nian" &lt;--- whatever that means... and yea... they collected ang bao.. gave me rotten oranges as curses.. and take my good ones just to piss me off.. real geniuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went over to Mh's house to bai bai.. and i bought/brought awfully chocolate (its a brand.. just to inform those country bumpkins) cake to their house. Aunt was please to see me.. and angry to see me bigger than before... :) oh wells (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a movie at Mh's house, undisputed 2, about a former american boxer... w/e i wont continue the story, go catch it on your own, me and Mh went out. His mum treat me to dinner (though she aint there) via him. And i took his POSB card with me.. His account password is 0xxxx8.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anycase.. I'll be back to update myself and anyone who reads these pieces of crap almost everyday.. for now, its sleep time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-649929111857073718?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/649929111857073718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=649929111857073718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/649929111857073718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/649929111857073718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-today-was-quite-enjoyable-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-6064144064179966135</id><published>2009-02-06T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:27:42.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, back to blogging from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's life is kinda the usual stuff thats been going on this past few weeks. Melvin has became my morning chauffeur!!! Wahaha! Having stomach ache now is a bad idea... (random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now going to play L4D (left for dead) with joyce lee and my peeps.. ciaos~! Till we meet... again... ?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-6064144064179966135?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6064144064179966135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=6064144064179966135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/6064144064179966135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/6064144064179966135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/alright-back-to-blogging-from-now-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-823452853728218532</id><published>2008-10-23T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:42:47.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yoohoo i m back to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not bother blogging for the past 4 weeks cause of laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel going to NS tomorrow!!! I wish him ALL THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exam's next week and i m still in sickness period. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Vam's birthday! Deva's younger brother with the bad breath!! Whee Happy Birthday weakling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for blogging. When i am done with next week's exam, i'll blog more. Haha happiness everyone~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-823452853728218532?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/823452853728218532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=823452853728218532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/823452853728218532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/823452853728218532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/yoohoo-i-m-back-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-5037144692005439316</id><published>2008-09-28T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:32:55.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The terror of school is back.&lt;br /&gt;For the next 11 weeks we're to be antagonized by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what? Knowledge? Intellect? Nope. We're going there to be terrorized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more theorotical practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I SOUNDING LIKE AN EMO CHILD GONE WRONG (like cheng wei, NOOO IMPOSSIBLE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to myself, I'm pretty happy about school starting, at least I don't have to waste myself on the HOLIDAYS they give us. So pathetic i wont even call it a holiday. Just a week break from school, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enough crap, having said that, i'm off to bed, real sleepy now (ya right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-5037144692005439316?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5037144692005439316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=5037144692005439316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5037144692005439316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5037144692005439316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/terror-of-school-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-5151387628521465739</id><published>2008-09-26T21:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:12:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's is my dad's 58th birthday! Woooted dad. Well, it has been awhile since we last celebrated your birthday, and this is awesome. Mum thought about this whole thing too (thumbs up mum!) Well, you may be thinking, why is this asshole so happy? Cause this is not something we do very often. I was brought up by not hardly celebrating birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Dad, Happy Birthday again, and now its time for my readers to see how much you've enjoyed this celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dad, thank you for bringing me into this world. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250315964620719794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNzejW3HxrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/340ym0bcotI/s320/SNC00209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my dad's Birthday =)) He's trying to look cool but he's actually smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250317352272112978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNzf0IQ_rVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_hSEECjagEk/s320/SNC00206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me, my mum and my dad. Please don't ask who is who thanks -.-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250316852323007570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNzfXBz1vFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bDCMvZwy5Rc/s320/SNC00205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad, me and my aunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250318316179266866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNzgsPGXnTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wW5vPjtH8dE/s320/SNC00208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wooted. (i'll stop saying the known ones) Starting from upper left is Kai (maid) Peter (Chauffeur) (exclude me thx) and Jam (maid)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250319042176360034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNzhWfpkHmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/X37aUudvWcw/s320/SNC00214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone's lighting up the candles for my dad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNzhyLZOG2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/atx72JRqHzo/s1600-h/SNC00215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250319517775436642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNzhyLZOG2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/atx72JRqHzo/s320/SNC00215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that someone is JAM hurray (ok i'm gay stop this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ad162193651ff8a7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad162193651ff8a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333454620%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D800CADF6488D20985612D0941DFA45905F3D4EDA.3425531D69975F7E03CDD03D87A093778F34B111%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad162193651ff8a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-zUe3dqIpEUdonUvQVRu-riuGzc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad162193651ff8a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333454620%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D800CADF6488D20985612D0941DFA45905F3D4EDA.3425531D69975F7E03CDD03D87A093778F34B111%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad162193651ff8a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-zUe3dqIpEUdonUvQVRu-riuGzc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dad's video on a happy occasion. A little mischief but a lot of laughters. Enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, thats the end of my post. And Joyce Goh, you're on air now. Take care of yourself and don't let today's incident repeat again ya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Hey Alex, you lucky prick you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-5151387628521465739?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ad162193651ff8a7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5151387628521465739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=5151387628521465739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5151387628521465739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5151387628521465739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-is-my-dads-58th-birthday-woooted.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNzejW3HxrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/340ym0bcotI/s72-c/SNC00209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-55338800345092620</id><published>2008-09-24T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:07:40.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dinner, and a dead snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Joey for dinner today. Before that, we're bemused at her stupidity at calling a dried up pong pong fruit, a hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing is, i was laughing and bouncing my way downhill, and heard a crunchy sound (sound that you hear when you eat potato chips) under my slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out to be a? Dead snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was not as fabulous. I think the standard at Serangoon Garden Market is deteriorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, most of them is paid by Joey so i think thats alright, but i paid for drinks. Good right? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we saw a gigalo on the streets, with boxers all the way up to his crotch, super long legs, boots and of cause, his polo T-shirt tucked into those boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Joey laughed standstill on the streets, i bet those drivers must be wondering what two idiots are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, and well wishers to all in the following term of crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-55338800345092620?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/55338800345092620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=55338800345092620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/55338800345092620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/55338800345092620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/dinner-and-dead-snail.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-3153645658010105441</id><published>2008-09-22T09:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:07:02.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is on the previous post of Puva's birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joyce Goh is the camera woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pictures and video proudly sponsered by Sarah's Camera =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db81818153814ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0db81818153814ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333454620%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39712AD460084A3BA97FDC4BB87BC82090384A7A.10610170C5D07E81338A6D558FCE96C9F6337EEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb81818153814ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPXsNtnHCD20ux9nnCLAdZZXLnhI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0db81818153814ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333454620%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39712AD460084A3BA97FDC4BB87BC82090384A7A.10610170C5D07E81338A6D558FCE96C9F6337EEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb81818153814ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPXsNtnHCD20ux9nnCLAdZZXLnhI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The movie of the year. The epic season is here. Ivan's Gravest Mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Featuring Ivan Pole Dancing in the Weirdest Way ever. Don't Miss it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNb83LY6HFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8_ktrHSWl98/s1600-h/P1040303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248660440627158098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNb83LY6HFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8_ktrHSWl98/s320/P1040303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chia Her acting cute (pukes). Behind is Cheng Wei, Shanaminamiyamalapapayaguavabanana and Jonathan. Alex is the woman in green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNb8qWEaCJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BmhZZgYnryc/s1600-h/P1040302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248660220155660434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNb8qWEaCJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BmhZZgYnryc/s320/P1040302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Ang Moh in action again (never did catch his name, dang). His wife's to his left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNb8amrGT4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/MoX1uJ-m5u4/s1600-h/P1040309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248659949735006082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNb8amrGT4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/MoX1uJ-m5u4/s320/P1040309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Puva (in purple), the birthday girl, sitting beside her boss, Mr Eric, the semi bald guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNb8L2utiiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jK4z9cfebGA/s1600-h/P1040304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248659696347089442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNb8L2utiiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jK4z9cfebGA/s320/P1040304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah (co-sponser of the camera, without her, i mean her cam, we wont get these pictures) and, er (whatshernameagain)... ... OH ya, Chia Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNb7-fn7nlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/K43o8Ra73Gg/s1600-h/P1040297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248659466806337106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNb7-fn7nlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/K43o8Ra73Gg/s320/P1040297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Start of the party, everyone gathers after dinner, to play a simple game (no, me and the white shirt guy aint competable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-3153645658010105441?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=db81818153814ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3153645658010105441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=3153645658010105441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3153645658010105441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3153645658010105441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-on-previous-post-of-puvas.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SNb83LY6HFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8_ktrHSWl98/s72-c/P1040303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-2213329142966774003</id><published>2008-09-21T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:35:47.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exam Fiesta ended yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;During the exam I was filled with anxiety. However, turned out that most tests required only 5-6 hours of my studying time. Well, some even lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ranting period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you realised, our holiday (what holiday, i mean short-break-out-of-school's vacinity) is very long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-2 weeks per term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, amazing. Well, aint affecting me though, i'd rather school (only recently i learnt the joy of taking early morning public transport, nope, not taxi) than holiday, unless i have something enjoyable i'd rather do than school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to puva's party last night, almost couldnt see anything without the help of lights (noticed outside the chalet, they made use of strong beams which can even cause me to perspire like i'm in a suana). But the party was good, till the end. Why do i have friends who force me to humiliate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T dance T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well do a striptease (NO, DON'T EVER MENTION THAT AGAIN ALDAIAS, YOU'RE NOT WORTHY OF IT) . YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Gabriel's at my place. He stinks of perspiration. We ate prata. I gained a few more pounds (thats common). We gonna watch soccer. He will lose his bet on Chelsea. We will swim later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights for now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, SHATECians, let us go out and have fun during this holiday!&lt;br /&gt;Let loose the goose in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*updated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took a birthday quiz for fun. Take a look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: April 3&lt;br /&gt;You are more than a big ball of energy - you are a big ball of hyper. (true, i AM a ball)&lt;br /&gt;You are always on the go, but you don't have a type of personality. (true, i'm just filled with crap)&lt;br /&gt;Instead of channeling your energy into work, you instead go for fun and adventure. (TRUE!)&lt;br /&gt;Witty and verbal, you can have an interesting conversation with anyone. (True!)&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your larger than life imagination (yes yes i know i'm larger than anything =[ )&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You tend to be pretty scattered (i agree on this. my mind tends to scatter)&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Lime (nope, my favourite colour is teal)&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Lightening bolt (Ahhhh!! You are so righ... nope, i actually prefer fire)&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: March (?_? &lt;--- teh hell is power month? aint i in april ?_?) So, as you can see, this is quite true (for me) only 1 false and 1 i have totally no idea wth is that. You guys can do it too! Go&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to find out more about yourself by keying in your date of birth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata for now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-2213329142966774003?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2213329142966774003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=2213329142966774003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/2213329142966774003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/2213329142966774003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/exam-fiesta-ended-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-62672144809198930</id><published>2008-09-12T14:47:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:12:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, this are the pictures we took, have fun browsing through. I'm off to bed for awhile, See ya!! (Photographs in courtesy of Sarah's camera.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoTr4zx01I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kxeC1VAzW-A/s1600-h/P1040127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245026360731226962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoTr4zx01I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kxeC1VAzW-A/s320/P1040127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey, lights?! I'm blinded. Put me back to previous picture please. Wait, why are we differently positioned?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoTmfb5_DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YOn26NyU-yM/s1600-h/P1040125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245026268020866098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoTmfb5_DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YOn26NyU-yM/s320/P1040125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The story of (starting from the left) Confucious, the Emperor and the General&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoTgBy0EwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A4yLFAfdfbM/s1600-h/P1040118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245026156984668930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoTgBy0EwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A4yLFAfdfbM/s320/P1040118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the macho men. We are from Japan. We are the fags. We dress like hags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoTa7SOVoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/I89-z8v5Byw/s1600-h/P1040113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245026069338019458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoTa7SOVoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/I89-z8v5Byw/s320/P1040113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Weird family shootout. (Melvin where's your concentration??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoTQEB6B4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ygR69uAqKBI/s1600-h/P1040111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245025882706937730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoTQEB6B4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ygR69uAqKBI/s320/P1040111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jing Cha (pin yin correct not ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoTB71kEgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZwgNFB7p1gg/s1600-h/P1040086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245025639989514754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoTB71kEgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZwgNFB7p1gg/s320/P1040086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Class photo takeout. Only class... (707B)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoS04TPRfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WTopb3AnvI4/s1600-h/P1040085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245025415701939698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoS04TPRfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WTopb3AnvI4/s320/P1040085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boys photo take out. Only boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoSnY3kl3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/AXToCv2UOlU/s1600-h/P1040083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245025183926097778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoSnY3kl3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/AXToCv2UOlU/s320/P1040083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random-ness (aint you f**kers fasting?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoSgebNU8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/OVHE6Zyf82U/s1600-h/P1040082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245025065158661058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoSgebNU8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/OVHE6Zyf82U/s320/P1040082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls photo takeout. Only girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoSbPfIa_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Le34T62ammI/s1600-h/P1040071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245024975249239026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoSbPfIa_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Le34T62ammI/s320/P1040071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada, the cake of the day! Sponcered by MinHui and LiTing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoSTVNpKPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b96yxTgJn-A/s1600-h/P1040070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245024839347546354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoSTVNpKPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b96yxTgJn-A/s320/P1040070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The birthday boy beside me. He looks like a thinner version of me dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoSE3-E5kI/AAAAAAAAAHg/alEXWsYG-P0/s1600-h/P1040038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245024590979458626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoSE3-E5kI/AAAAAAAAAHg/alEXWsYG-P0/s320/P1040038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sexy Naughty Bitchy Her?! *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoR-Gl_uaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LnTQsXrLtNA/s1600-h/P1040031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245024474645903778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoR-Gl_uaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LnTQsXrLtNA/s320/P1040031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why are you snapping me when I'm eating? GRRRR!?? (weird face for a growler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoR4-6DYRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6HmMfgUWAq0/s1600-h/P1040009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245024386683199762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoR4-6DYRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6HmMfgUWAq0/s320/P1040009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne's having fun? The rest are too bothered with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoRyitokDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lPb0hZ8zfQk/s1600-h/P1040006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245024276035702834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoRyitokDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lPb0hZ8zfQk/s320/P1040006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 outa 5 of the cheena peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoRsGzkZFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/st3JqMraQQU/s1600-h/P1040001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245024165465187410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoRsGzkZFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/st3JqMraQQU/s320/P1040001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Start of the event, and people are having their dessets! Bastards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-62672144809198930?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/62672144809198930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=62672144809198930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/62672144809198930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/62672144809198930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-this-are-pictures-we-took-have-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SMoTr4zx01I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kxeC1VAzW-A/s72-c/P1040127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-3798624336435247957</id><published>2008-09-12T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:47:12.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Late postage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, our class went for a little outing (forced outing actually). Pictures taken, food eaten (sucks totally, too little variety for a buffet) and cream spalshed all over a certain person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll type first, b4 i present the photos, cause of blogger.com's fault. Those who blog will understand. Anyways, it was Alex's birthday (actually on the 5th not 6th) but no matter what, we still presented a little cake for him. It did not come in as a surprise though, our dear Min Hui and Li Ting brought the cake in the presence of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit excuse eh MinHui (my boyfriend's b'day today and i celebrating his b'day later so i bring the cake along for now)?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we enjoyed each others company as much as we did not enjoy the food. Well, it rained after that, so we had no choice but to stay inside awhile and took more photos. Even then, the rain did not stop, and we had to leave as the shop's closing, so we walked in the rain. Luckily not many of us were sick, except Dora and Chia Her if i am not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that is last Saturday for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's Friday, and school's closed for our class. Preparing for exam (which is next tuesday!) and relaxing at the same time is a hard feat to achieve, but doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Fort Canning with Alex and Sarah later for some singer's event introduced by Auntie Kim. Gonna meet Shernise (dang, its been awhile man) and there's buffet! Hope the food's good wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata for now, upload pictures and off to bed for an hour's nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-3798624336435247957?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3798624336435247957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=3798624336435247957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3798624336435247957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3798624336435247957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/late-postage.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-1512509739930436707</id><published>2008-09-01T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:50:21.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just completed my project work (finally!) and was telling Joyce what to fill in up on her part of the presentation.. till i realised, we're directly off track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing song, laugh about how Molly will present, sing song again, sigh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got down to the right path, and she read out the slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till... it hit the word concentration. She pronounced it as con-stra-dict-tion&lt;br /&gt;(and thats after 3 corrections she've made.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, resting now, blogging cause i felt i have not blogged for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a stupid excursion, only lasted 1 hour at holiday inn (a kinda hotel). Probably there aint many things for us to see, to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Manhattan Fish Market, ate some cheapass fish and CHEAP(chip) meal, comes with free soup and a choice of large cup drink. Guess the deal. Guessed it? Yeap you're wrong its only $9.90. After you multiply with gst and service charge (using the god damn well know formula), $9.90X1.177=$11.65. Wooted deal eh? Eh!?\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Death race with Alex after that. not a bad action brainless killing self-fulfilling show. Entertaining nontheless (watching how people aimlessly get killed is always a sort of esctasy) &lt;--- NOT FOR ME but for Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights! Muaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-1512509739930436707?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1512509739930436707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=1512509739930436707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/1512509739930436707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/1512509739930436707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/right-ive-just-completed-my-project.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-8351088696180609792</id><published>2008-08-26T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:19:16.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew, tiring evening, perspiring night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to wrap up tourism pbl, had all information down to words, waiting to be transfered. Joyce found all the relevant pics for me. Thumbs up girl =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for history pics to come in, but i dont see Li Hao online. Sniff. Min Hui's online, but afk. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's ranting.&lt;br /&gt;Been having 1 hour lesson per day for 2 days in a row. Good and bad in a sense. Good cause school is sucha bore and we've got more time to handle our projects thats creeping up every minute, haunting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad since we paid so much for sucha lesson to take place. Journey from the east to the west is long, far, tiring, and disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life's like this. When you have the ups, you'll definitely have the downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is random but :&lt;br /&gt;A man's treasure is another man's trash&lt;br /&gt;A route to success is filled with failures&lt;br /&gt;A path to riches is a path of greed&lt;br /&gt;An angel is a devil in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Immortality is not obtained, its given&lt;br /&gt;Searching for life's meaning will get one no where&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, my all time favourite proverb,&lt;br /&gt;It is the truth, and the truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata nights for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. EC pics coming right up so wait for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-8351088696180609792?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8351088696180609792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=8351088696180609792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/8351088696180609792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/8351088696180609792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/whew-tiring-evening-perspiring-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-3841596033463240719</id><published>2008-08-19T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:32:47.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helluva day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after school, i went out to buy food. Was with Melvin but after we went to Upper Serangoon Shopping Centre, he went home. So, i bought my crap and went back home. Home it was, nice weather, i assumed. Striped to the bones (i mean fats) and wanted to shower. Here, the misfortune started. If i had followed my instincts not to bring my phone into the toilet, it wouldn't be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is this, i receieved a message from Mun Hon on Sunday regarding an outing. So, since i was gaming, i took little notice at what it said. Here goes. "You got any paper on tue? Lets go out tomorrow. What time your school end?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took notice only on 3 things. First, it was the "tue", then the "lets go out", then the "what time you school end?" part. Haha, i thoroughly assumed we're going out on tuesday so i said "No, i got exam tomorrow, lesson ends at 5pm" So i got the message that we're going out after 5 on tuesday after my monday's paper and he's assuming that we're going out on monday after my paper after 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out, told them i was not hungry, had to wait for Mun Hon to finish his game of snooker (crap), then watched a brillantly disgustingly boring show called 12 Lotus. Ok, i apologise to all those heritage people out there, but i find it boring. Too sentimental. My mum loves these kinda shows, but nope she will not pass it onto the next generation hence forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Mun Hon claims that my blog has everything to do with girls and nothing else. Hmm, fine i really don't see a point and a difference but ok TODAY IT WILL BE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU AND GABRIEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so everything on this post has been about those 2 and a bit of side-cast (Melvin). Tomorrow's lesson starts at 10.45 am (i think, if not it's 11 am, but knowing our history teacher, she'll probably come in at 11.15am) so all you PMS noobs out there, enjoy your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Oh, there's no progress test for PMS, it's Melvin who told me that there is!!!! :@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-3841596033463240719?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3841596033463240719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=3841596033463240719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3841596033463240719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3841596033463240719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/helluva-day-now-after-school-i-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-2464726894865269392</id><published>2008-08-13T20:06:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:07:27.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Test. Outing. Enjoyment. Friends. Retardness. NO LESSONS. I am out of words now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so you know, today we finally ended tourism test!!! Yippe, Joyce's notes helped me a lot =) Thanks Joyce. Shout out to you~!~ Well, i took it from Sarah, who took it from Joyce, so... -.- i wont thank Sarah though, it's thanks to her i owe her a treat. Zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After test, guess what! Lessons cancelled! 2 teachers got sick. One was sick due to illness, the other got sick of us. Muaha! Take that suckers! Those 2 turned out to be Foam and Mushroom too!! COINCIDENCE? I tend not to think so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So off i go with my 4 other mates to Singapore Discovery Centre (SDC) for tourism project as school ended early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So without further ado, these are my members:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First off, we have........ ! The.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233977041599952242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLSY3cddXI/AAAAAAAAACI/bxsg59TA8ls/s320/SNC00056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;..... THREE!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDIOTS!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their names are Molly(on the left), Lili ( in the centre) aaaaaaaand Joyce (on the right).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we have the....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233979045705754034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLUNhUhJbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EEQR9HhD6Bo/s320/SNC00040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ...Smart Serious Melvin. The blurry picture is him. Suits him eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not the least, the host for today, AHEM.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233979899148514578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLU_MpINRI/AAAAAAAAACY/0bf_2qf_sR0/s320/SNC00047.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many things we did there. Even though the place was boring, unattractive and uninteresting, we made it happening!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are some of the things we did:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture is not true by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233980393402619314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLVb94fVbI/AAAAAAAAACg/w9zX0zy8knU/s320/SNC00037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I dont do gymnastics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233980726439784626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLVvWivMLI/AAAAAAAAACo/E1_GPzsbLek/s320/SNC00071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WaterColoured Joyce, nice ah. (i mean the effect, ahem JOKING!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233993475538299266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLhVcosKYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4pscCa5pukA/s320/SNC00082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233981423475359954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLWX7M-ANI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EB9dfu7tA5w/s320/SNC00088.jpg" border="0" /&gt; To this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233981531078991874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLWeMDrIAI/AAAAAAAAADA/2pQO2JCREDw/s320/SNC00089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233983512424062082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLYRhJJnII/AAAAAAAAADI/DaHZmNLq01A/s320/SNC00095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233983731456126018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLYeRGdrEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Buqhm8GPVTQ/s320/SNC00090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233984553804024226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLZOIleyaI/AAAAAAAAADg/Hx7T9m5Fvkc/s320/SNC00101.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233984755653638866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLZZ4iLetI/AAAAAAAAADo/fIA6cn11iPw/s320/SNC00103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233985092236231570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLZteZuQ5I/AAAAAAAAADw/cVn0VK9ZsHQ/s320/SNC00105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233985354376370178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLZ8u8zWAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZgZ0-AmgsjI/s320/SNC00109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Above: I was doing a little news reporter thingie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233985759200400338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLaUTCX09I/AAAAAAAAAEA/P89qabeGLGQ/s320/SNC00118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233986051941737234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLalVlWIxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oqDV1D_aa_U/s320/SNC00120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are the happy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233986196765179698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLatxF8fzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/D4_qc57QyT8/s320/SNC00126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...Neighbours of the society.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean HDB -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233986344754221458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLa2YZSEZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HPsV1OW2oZ0/s320/SNC00128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't ask me if there is anything shocking here. Ask Melvin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233987164336030114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLbmFk0AaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5PGogUzTnoU/s320/SNC00130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Melvin being outcasted by the girls. Sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233987357800455682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLbxWSU3gI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5RDnru6RiWA/s320/SNC00132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Molly said this was nice. I think its nicer without her. Wahaha JOKING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(without both of you even better =]) -- jokes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233987482040258850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLb4lHZ0SI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Rn3by19_hK8/s320/SNC00133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brothers in arms... YA RIGHT -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233987725864368738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLcGxbmemI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_sRAzbmK5rM/s320/SNC00136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Office girl... (self-proclaimed)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233987918807857842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLcSAM6erI/AAAAAAAAAFA/U3agU4o3LCI/s320/SNC00139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In need of Psychological help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233988466695799218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLcx5PlAbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6NT9fON4WeM/s320/SNC00138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looks like a mother who lost her kid in a shopping center.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233988679653827890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLc-SkupTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/msQk7EqxvtQ/s320/SNC00137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233989119510231090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLdX5KquDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zTMlI8cQBds/s320/SNC00160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233990042757141778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLeNoh4lRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IBuW5uSc0Yo/s320/SNC00150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, those were some of the pictures me and Joyce took. The fountain is right outside the entrance of SDC. The only nicest outdoor item we can see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had fun all the way till the 3D and the 2D movies. Boring as hell. During the 2D movie, which was 40 minutes long, i passed out. Closed my eyes and slept like a log. Luckily i did not snore. *Snort*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Looks like those kids up there are having fun eh? Its just cause the word boring had not came into their learning books yet.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, this is the end of my blog, nope i m not adding any videos in sorry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S Tomorrow NO FOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.S Erica! I miss you!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.S.ASS Sarah i dont wanna TREAT YOU!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.S.S.S Me and Melvin found a file containing a Certificate of a china girl. No she is not hot dont think about it. Well, we called her up and she got it back. Another happy woman. Another blessed day =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-2464726894865269392?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2464726894865269392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=2464726894865269392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/2464726894865269392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/2464726894865269392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/test.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SKLSY3cddXI/AAAAAAAAACI/bxsg59TA8ls/s72-c/SNC00056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-5316932111842884054</id><published>2008-08-11T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:31:47.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lovely phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i came back from a buffet, i received a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person is astonishing. Read the conversation below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: Hello ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: Ah, Allo? Marcus ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er... no this is Beng Seet speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: Ahhhh, Beng Seet ah, why you lie to me, say you no Marcus?&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH???&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: Don't Huh huh at me ah i tell you, you eating home?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm, sorry aunty, but i really think you got the wrong person and wrong number.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: AHHHH? WHY YOU STILL LIEING, I TELL YOU NO LIE RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No aunty, really, i am not Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: Who are you? His Friend?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, i don't even know who Marcus is.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: WHAT? Don't lie to me ah son, i tell you so many times not to lie liao, you want me to tell papa and let him beat you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ......&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: So, still want deny ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (angry) I AM REALLY NOT YOUR SON AUNTY!&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: HOW DARE YOU SHOUT AT YOUR MUM, YOU UNGRATEFUL!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am Aldaias Ang Beng Seet!!&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: Oh, sorry called wrong number. My son's name is Marcus Ong Beng Seet.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's alright, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty: (slams phone... toot toot toot)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ......... (?_?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;It was conversated in both chinese and english, but i just converted to english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, heartful conversation though, reminds me of someone..... (my mum -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Gabriel's coming over. Got to bath and invite him with closed doors =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Enjoy school tomorrow peeps, and Wednesday, good luck in Tourism test!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-5316932111842884054?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5316932111842884054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=5316932111842884054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5316932111842884054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5316932111842884054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovely-phone-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-1160696086241280193</id><published>2008-08-08T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:42:05.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the long absence of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm a busy man hence i did not have time to blog. More-ever, not many events happened, thus i have nothing to add on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, the day of happiness. Due to tomorrow's National Day (HAPPY 43RD BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE), i'll be having a HOLIDAY on monday. Cool right? Cool right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'll be going over to fightworks with Melvin and maybe Alex. We're interested in what's going on inside the centre. Krav Maga might be the choice of arts we'll be learning. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.fightworksasia.com.sg/"&gt;www.fightworksasia.com.sg&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was estacy. After school, which ended pretty early, me and Alex went to my dad's hotel and have our lunch. Free food, for me of cause, not him haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm just going to enjoy today, as for tomorrow, i'll be studying for Tourism test. It's due next Wednesday 9 am! All students in my class please take note yea? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, cool, i'll see you all tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-1160696086241280193?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1160696086241280193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=1160696086241280193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/1160696086241280193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/1160696086241280193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-long-absence-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-2206339444632335556</id><published>2008-08-03T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:19:54.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the world goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*updated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG CHEE BENG IN THE HOUSE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-2206339444632335556?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2206339444632335556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=2206339444632335556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/2206339444632335556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/2206339444632335556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-world-go-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-8867045082383985673</id><published>2008-07-29T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:06:32.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For guys without backbone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you. I seriously hate guys who pamper themselves by asking their women constantly for money. I find it very disturbing. As a fellow sex member, i find you discrimintating and embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a whore, a fag in life, a stupid fool with retributions behind your back. Now, i am not talking about the ones who's girl is rich and willingly gives the cash. I am talking about the ones who did nothing to their own increment of cash flow, and had to constantly depend on their lady to pay for them. In everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you might be thinking that ,"Hey, you're a guy, don't tell me you get hotheaded about this matter cause you're gay and your partner did this to you?" I am a guy, yes, but i say this in a third person's point of view. Look, if a guy can get pissed of at this situation, you think girls will stay quiet about this? Their mouth are more vigourous compared to ours ( that includes kissing as well btw =D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not cheating anyone but yourself in this. You turn your life into a piece of shit if you do this. Can you imagine the embarrassment you face with your peeps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, wassup yow? My gf just got her pay and heck, i can get $100 bucks from her, cool eh? Lets go clubbing with this cash! How about we hook some girls up from the club? My girl won't know about this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your friends are bastards, they'll be up for it. If not, you'll be turned down and looked down at. Don't want to do this to yourself do you? So, jackasses out there, please bare in mind that it is not cool to take/borrow $_$ from people especially your girl. You give wrong impressions out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do have any side opinions onto which part i am wrong, please tell me, i'm open to your suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back on track, long day in school with little or almost nothing to learn. PMS lesson is being postponed to tomorrow, cause of constant electricity breakdowns. Had to face mushroom today, wonderful. She really is the woman. Just on the first topic of interest, and she can go on for about 20 minutes on DBS,OUB,OCBC but not POSB shows the monthly interest rate on the bankbook/receipt (i forgot which). Amazing thing is, she can side track a lot. A total opposite to our History teacher. She's so dull, cannot side track (except picking on me when she's bored or when the class is noisy) and she drawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, "Ooooooooooook, Woooooooooorld Waaaaaaaaaaar I is a waaaaaaar that killed almost 10 miiiiiiiiiilion people." BlaBlaBlaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs a little bit of crap from Mushroom and Mushroom needs a little more constrain on side tracking from History, then only can they both perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only incident today is, Melvin!!!!!!!! you scraped my leather bag!!!!!! Why You Insolent Child!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha nah, its alright i forgive you, partially cause i find it funny that he used his shoeshine (Kiwi) to try and compensate part of the damage done. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i am done for today, need to game or else i can't prepare myself for the long hours for tomorrow. Cya!&lt;br /&gt;And, back on track,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-8867045082383985673?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8867045082383985673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=8867045082383985673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/8867045082383985673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/8867045082383985673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-guys-without-backbone-this-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-1225801932558588182</id><published>2008-07-28T17:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:55:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clash of the Titans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, at approximately 1.45 pm, Mushroom came into our classroom thinking she's having her lessons at 1.30 pm (cause she say , sorry ah, late ah. "as usual"). Well, Foam is having her lessons by showing us a 1 hour clip filled with useless crap about how to talk on a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mushroom assumed we're watching something interesting, which is not, then Foam appeared and she got a shocked. The most idiotic thing to do for a teacher is to appear stupid in front of your students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not condemning you teachers out there, but if you worked in a school for a few years, you should then know your schedule and which classroom you're supposed to teach. Mushroom did not set a good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Westmall for lunch. Food was horrible, ate some disgusting looking claypot rice with fried fish. Disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else happened so far except for Mushroom's appearance. Thought i could be spared of her on Mondays and Fridays, whoops, too bad then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Alex really look like a fishball.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S For the doubtful, Shammima and Kenneth are officially together, they started the official dating on the 24th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for Monday folks, till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Updated*&lt;br /&gt;MinHui wanted me to blog about Oliver, so I'll do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like i know that fella, and no its not Olver Twist we're talking about. Its Oliver from my school, the guy who masturbates in class. For SA guys in my batch, they should know who is Aaron (not you aaron =P) Tng, in my class. He, too, masturbated in class, sickos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Oliver, he who masturbates, a Legacy will be written about him, and when he pass on, his history will be in the books of men, a fantasy, a comedy. He looks like he's in his 30's, but, perhaps he's even older (O.O)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for Gossips section. Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-1225801932558588182?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1225801932558588182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=1225801932558588182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/1225801932558588182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/1225801932558588182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/clash-of-titans-just-now-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-6003749870009811337</id><published>2008-07-25T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:13:33.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 post days!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a hurtful lesson in school, me, MinHui, Li Ting and Alex decided to go Westmall's Swensen for appetizers and desserts. Pretty Cheap. Attention students of late! Swensen's having this dessert deal for all Swenson ice cream lovers! For almost any ice cream (except earthquake and pan fried ice cream), you'll get 2 ice creams of your favourite choices for a student price of only $9.80++ !! Present your student card and volia, 2 ice cream for $9.80++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, I've taken a few pictures of what we ate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226918101187386098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SIm-UdNVWvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ml5TBhtQiQU/s320/SNC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226917867105481010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SIm-G1L28TI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l91bnA_M5mA/s320/SNC00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He looks like a fishball below the fork for some reason =S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226917653430748162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SIm96ZL1RAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/LtDMQ9FZDi4/s320/SNC00013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; oops, thats not what we ate, sorry =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is what we ate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226926268239475618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SInFv12Sc6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/6wv_olrQ32w/s320/SNC00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what i had, Hazel Daze, looks delicious eh? =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226926466262610290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SInF7XirsXI/AAAAAAAAACA/Hkuzw6VkAUo/s320/SNC00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yummy Yummy Frosted Chocolate Malt, Min Hui's choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SInAHGp4DaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sqesur_ehvc/s1600-h/SNC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226920070818041250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SInAHGp4DaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sqesur_ehvc/s320/SNC00022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SInAT6O4tuI/AAAAAAAAABY/YR_e3tB5JLA/s1600-h/SNC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226920290821912290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SInAT6O4tuI/AAAAAAAAABY/YR_e3tB5JLA/s320/SNC00023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Ting's one Alex's one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't need to further explain why they chose the same ice cream right?)&lt;br /&gt;(Both chose Merri-Mint btw =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chomp Munch Crunch Bunch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're finally done with our meal, so i'll hit on with the clearance photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SInEgH7m9mI/AAAAAAAAABg/X_50R0l9Fj0/s1600-h/SNC00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226924898704094818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SInEgH7m9mI/AAAAAAAAABg/X_50R0l9Fj0/s320/SNC00019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These 2 were our appetizers, more will be shown in the small video below, created by boredom. Rodeo wings and Deep Fried Lilian Lim, uhhh, i mean Mushrooms were our appetizers. Mmmm appetizing eh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SInE-hX5RHI/AAAAAAAAABw/nnmyVTvu-b4/s1600-h/SNC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226925420929696882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SInE-hX5RHI/AAAAAAAAABw/nnmyVTvu-b4/s320/SNC00025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the finishing of our ice creams. Well, as usual the smallest one couldn't complete hers, Can't blame her can we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Video of Boredom:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SInEvt36EEI/AAAAAAAAABo/-HsDt-1bcbk/s1600-h/SNC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7effa452dea01131" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7effa452dea01131%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333454620%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D809E4018183F2163C63A1DFCF026F97E0C1ADC92.6E48FD137BE3A0E0271D991E6099E42B562B47C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7effa452dea01131%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJsXHdbhumSldW-2CMZaoH4y0vqc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7effa452dea01131%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333454620%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D809E4018183F2163C63A1DFCF026F97E0C1ADC92.6E48FD137BE3A0E0271D991E6099E42B562B47C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7effa452dea01131%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJsXHdbhumSldW-2CMZaoH4y0vqc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn, Mushroom got all friendly with me that day, disgustingly horrifying. Melvin was telling me "good wod, good wod, good wod". SLAP YOU AH BOSS!!! I noticed in class that day, he could not concentrate on anything, was a bit flustered, i knew something was wrong, but don't know what was it then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After school, i asked Min Hui and Melvin if they wanted to go Chomp Chomp and have dinner, and stay over at my place till school starts the next day, they said ok. Was surprised Melvin agreed though, it's like Shammima taking taxi to school everyday instead of bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way, it rained, and Chomp Chomp was packed, so we decided to go to a "healthier" less crowded place, a.k.a Macdonalds. After eating we snitched a cab back to my place. Now, before that, i received a call from Gabriel, asking me if they could go over to my place. I said no as i have friends over, he agreed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i reached home, suddenly Gabriel and Mun Hon entered the front gate. I bet it's cause they don't believe i have friends over thats why they did that. And they insisted that they are here just to see my mum, so i allowed for awhile. They talk to my mum for less than 10 seconds, came to my room, Mun Hon already assuming this is his house, changed to his casual pants, and both of them went to my living room to watch TV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was kind enough to let them watch the channel 8 show till 10 pm, then i decided that they've overstayed. Due to they fact that they claimed that they were only here to visit my mum, watching TV is totally so out of the point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After chasing them out, i listened to Melvin's side of why he's so down to earth, i realised why he went beserk on smoking for that moment. Due to personal issues i wont state what's bad but i think so of you know what's going on already, heh ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, we lights out but they could not sleep (especially MinHui) due to me. First, i was crapping non-stop, then after i decided thats its enough, i went sleep, and snored like a foghorn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too bad !!! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I read the email already Mun Hon, not as lame as i thought it might be don't worry, and ya appreciate the both of you being my friends as well, except for the incident on thursday.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing special happened, except having a quiz in Front office.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna dota my night away! And Melvin, if you're reading this, Don't brood over it too much bro, leave it to God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tata&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-6003749870009811337?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7effa452dea01131&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6003749870009811337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=6003749870009811337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/6003749870009811337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/6003749870009811337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-post-days.html' title='3 post days!'/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SIm-UdNVWvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ml5TBhtQiQU/s72-c/SNC00015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-7958893133609363518</id><published>2008-07-22T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:02:10.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I is the postings...</title><content type='html'>And so the second day of doom resides on. Ms Green Mushroom Head (i'm sure you all know by now who's she with the keyword mushroom) taught us basic math once again. Spent 1 hours and 10 minutes to go through a maximum of 7 pages of which only 1 page is solving. The rest is talking talking craping craping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the front row people laughed at her jokes and i know... I KNOW... that you are laughing at HER and not her JOKES, right (Melvin did'nt laugh, woot bravo!)? Disturbing teacher. She rattled on and on about her life story, about how herr great great forefathers caught and raised goldfishes for a living, about how she almost sold herself (yucks) to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All this are dillusional facts, trust them on your own accord)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me and Alex invented the 4 treasures and 1 hidden treasure. He wants to be the founder, so let him be. With the initials SHCM-P as respectively. For those who wants to know what's this all about, I'll give you a hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Any one of them can make a man whither and die with foam and fits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh, good luck to those D.I noobs =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-7958893133609363518?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7958893133609363518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=7958893133609363518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/7958893133609363518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/7958893133609363518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-is-postings.html' title='I is the postings...'/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-1611311677980214265</id><published>2008-07-21T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:16:32.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufferable yet enjoyable</title><content type='html'>Well, its Monday, back in school, had lessons as per normal. Me, Kenneth and Alex were laughing at how we can make a man actually stop having fits, but i shall not go into details. After lessons, Min Hui and Li Ting (135 sobs) came over to do project. DO PROJECT AH? HAH NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing this pic (why one pic only is cause damn damn very lazy to snap more) with a video as a finale, you'll understand why. Btw ah, i added these is cause Joyce Goh complained my blog too plain. T.T insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lazing Around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Li Ting (below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225447278575357602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SISEnUAEDqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ybXswqvdTmE/s320/21072008156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had curry with some vegetables for dinner, Min Hui and Li Ting were all praising the curry, but not the person who cooked it. Weird. This is a video of us being drunk in curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-342688b9dce81b7f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D342688b9dce81b7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333454620%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BC8F2722460393779DD2CAAEA1A7C2A344D3BC1.1793F1A9D340326475FB7755AC13C01EEFC5FE6E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D342688b9dce81b7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4bErPw4cbnYK2tRu8EMFOyCwRS0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D342688b9dce81b7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333454620%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BC8F2722460393779DD2CAAEA1A7C2A344D3BC1.1793F1A9D340326475FB7755AC13C01EEFC5FE6E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D342688b9dce81b7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4bErPw4cbnYK2tRu8EMFOyCwRS0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats it for now!! Bed time people, ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-1611311677980214265?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=342688b9dce81b7f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1611311677980214265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=1611311677980214265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/1611311677980214265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/1611311677980214265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/sufferable-yet-enjoyable.html' title='Sufferable yet enjoyable'/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SISEnUAEDqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ybXswqvdTmE/s72-c/21072008156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-4520303149417157541</id><published>2008-07-20T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:10:08.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day, long day.</title><content type='html'>Friday,&lt;br /&gt;Finally back in school. Had lessons that did not even last 3 hours, and went out with Min Hui, Li Ting(&lt;---- aka 135, ewww), Alex, er, supposed to be with Kenneth as well, but, since Shammima was not there, he could not bear to enjoy himself with us while she suffered sick at home, so he went over to visit her. Oops, i mean his Grandmother (YEA RIGHT SUCKER!!). After lunch, dropped Min Hui off at what-ever-training-course-that-is, and went off to lucky plaza to get a new cologne with Alex. Well, he got what he wanted, and i got what i wanted, a new ps3 game. Woot. Well, luckily i had Alex to wonder around town (ended up in a lan shop anyways, a shop for losers so to speak) till my dinner meeting with Brigid. Owed her a dinner treat for her birthday gift (twice in a freaking month, i'll be dry damn soon). Went back, dota my night out, then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to hang out with Georgina, Harmony, Gabriel and MunHon(dunnoe if he wanted to come or not), but had a last minute call for project, so i had to cancel the meeting. Whole project meeting was useless till i came home. Nothing much happened today, though i just found out my maid will be leaving us tomorrow noon. Woot, time to go airport and MAKAN(eat in malay)!!!! FEAST! INDULGE! My empire, my food town, my... forget it. Well, its 2 am now, so nights out people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-4520303149417157541?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4520303149417157541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=4520303149417157541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/4520303149417157541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/4520303149417157541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-day-long-day.html' title='Long day, long day.'/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-3315312532438181287</id><published>2008-07-17T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:56:20.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone part 2</title><content type='html'>Well, was at home da whole day. Joey could not make it out today cause she have to meet her insurance person( damn that person! :@). I'll make this short as today have absolutely no interesting facts going on, besides the fact that my mum hired a sexy nurse for my dad. Woot, was conversating with her the whole day, probably can get her number soon. Wish me luck there! She's 24, Jin's her name, er, that's it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was busy watching animes, and tomorrow i'd better get going to school. And stop my stupid habit of taking MC. Though how boring school is. Well, at night, i heard Min Hui ranting to me, ah hah! Well, she's fine now, since she's talking to her same horoscope sharing person. It takes a theif to catch a thief. It takes an Aries to calm an Aries. Well, i'm getting ready for dota so i'll blog in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-3315312532438181287?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3315312532438181287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=3315312532438181287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3315312532438181287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3315312532438181287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-alone-part-2.html' title='Home alone part 2'/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-3564968265095527656</id><published>2008-07-17T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:37:35.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone part 1</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, the anger in me, i actually turned off 7 alarms from my handphone to continue sleeping. Never happened before, but then again, everything have its first time. Woke up at 9.30am, stoned around till 12 pm, had lunch which my mum bought, and started an anime rush. Watched like 8 episodes of animes while chatting on msn with certain people, mostly girls (HOIYO), and Gabriel had to be the spoiler and talk to me. He's the only non female that chatted with me on msn, grrr. Well, not to feel proud or anything, but nothing really happened till 5 pm. Went to get my MC for the day cause i did not turn up in school, and the doctor gave me 2 days, whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i got my MC, i went home to walk on my treadmill. Too fat to jog or run, ahh legs almost gave way. I think today's Ms Lilian Lim's lesson eh? Sigh i bet she missed me. Well i most definitely missed her. Missed looking at her actions then blogging it here. Anyways enough about her for today. Joey and me went out at night for dinner and foot reflexology at Bishan. To her dismay (not mine, you'll understand why later) , the place was fully booked. Too bad haha ^.^. Reason why i was happy was because i had to treat her to that for her birthday, but i and her were busy till today. Well, happy belated birthday gift went to the dinner. Went to eat at this chinese restaurant famous for their xiao long bao (er.. in english.. er.. small dragon bread??? No idea damn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of us spent a total of $50.31 which is way cheaper than going to the foot reflexology for $28 each. You don't have to guess who ate more anyways. Sat and ate there from 8.30 pm till 9.15 pm. She's got work the next day so our suggested plan of movie or k box was eventually canceled haha. No good movies in the theatre anyways. Moving on , we wanted to take bus home as we had plenty of time, but hey, eating too much causes one to, shit. She's suffering from it though, mine came later. She was complaining of over stuffing, about to vomit, need to shit, its all because of me she'll grow fat in no time, blabla usual ranting. I just sat there and smiled =D. She stopped after awhile and punched me in my stomach (ouch -.- yeah right). After she took 3 sticks (cigarattes), i was like, "wow Jo, I thought you're filled to the brim, still can smoke ah?" and she goes "must la, work for 12 hours without it can die one ok!" and another punch to my tummy (STOP IT ALREADY!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all the shops were closed, and i was lazy to do window shopping since in Singapore, nothing suits me (or more likely, due to my size, nothing can fit me, thats why ._.), we took another cab back as she was getting impatient to hit her toilet. Damn, i had to be the billed again by her -.-!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, since i was not there for her birthday i took it as retribution haha. Well as people enjoys my company, she did as well, dropped me off first, but i did not want to break my $50 dollar note, so i had her to foot the bill "first". When we bid our goodbyes i smsed her saying "Thanks for paying for the cab, see you tomorrow" , I was bombarded by her. Hisses and curses came flying by in words. Haha so cute (ok saying that word aint me but who cares =D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, tomorrow will have another night event with her. This time is just walking and talking, nothing else. She wants me to accompany her as she walks (as a form of exercise). -.-" sigh, sad for me. Oh wells, i already quit gaming (EXCEPT FOR DOTA, WHO WANNA DOTA JUST CALL ON ME), so i can more or less go out with her, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much for the night, just ended my DOTA game with my online friends hence i'm typing this blog. Anyways, i'm gonna hit the sack so i'll stop for now, eyes getting tired. (WAIT, what about &lt;a href="http://www.youporn.com/"&gt;http://www.youporn.com/&lt;/a&gt; ?) &lt;---- Nah i aint gonna see it tonight, and that site's getting old!&lt;br /&gt;Lights out for me Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Min Hui, paisei ah just now i di siao you say i in Hospital, haha was joking nia, don't be pissed with me ah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: I bid MP Dr Ong farewell from the bottom of my heart (never knew we had an mp with a surname Ong, shit i am a disgraceful Singaporean). He died on the 14th of July, God rest his soul and bless his family, and to Avan, have a speedy recovery pal, we pray for all this in Jesus name, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-3564968265095527656?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3564968265095527656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=3564968265095527656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3564968265095527656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3564968265095527656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-alone-part-1.html' title='Home alone part 1'/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-3744842848416528404</id><published>2008-07-15T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:47:08.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In school, at home, whatever</title><content type='html'>I've just gotten home from school, boring boring lessons as usual. Never really paid attention in class but almost knew what was going on. First off, at 8.30 am, we had PMS ( gosh, i totally have no idea what this stands for, need to check up the manual). Not a bad lesson, learnt practially how to turn on a computer, and how the program called feliado miraculously turns on by itself after that, and that's it. Gosh. Am chatting with Mrs Audrey Pang on msn while typing this post. PS: she's my secondary 2 form teacher and my tutor from end of sec 3 till mid term of sec 5, both on english, and for some reason, success coaching, tsk tsk Audrey. Anyways, i also heard from her that Avan, has healed up pretty quickly, bless him. Continue to pray for him yeah? Good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, how can i put it, ok, after the sidetrack about Audrey, back to school, i should have 3 more modules after that, His-story, BASIC math and tourism. Well, the story goes this way, tourism was canceled, and history and basic math, was taught below the 1 hour margin. How wonderful. Splendid. Well, according to Ms Tay, she claims that we already completed chapter 2, on Modernization in Japan, but hey, taught in less then an hour? Possible? i don't know, you ask her. Then came basic maths, oh i so love to critise her. I mentioned that she taught for less than an hour right? Haha, i need to use the next paragraph to just describe her attitude in teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Ms Lilian Lim, a teacher with "charisma", she starts off the lesson by, of cause, taking down our names. Well, as usual she skips mine as mine's the first, then she goes on, after the thrid name, she starts talking about irrelevant stuff, like how her ass got stuck in a toilet bowl, and after calling out a few more, she blabbers on about how she saw her sister gliding down an escalator. PS: i can't exactly remember what she was blabbering about, these are just ill fabricated nonsense which i bet she would have said it sooner or later. Back on topic, after 10 long minutes, she finally drawled finish her crap, and we got down to the basic math manual. WOW. In a heart's throbbing moment, she started talking crap again. I know i'm like that, but she just simply kicks my ass in this. Even with my initials (A.B.S aka A BullShit known to most people... sigh mum oh mum... why sucha life long name), i prove a lousy opponent compared to her. She talks in such an exaggerated posture even i fell asleep in her lesson. What a lousy lesson it was, filled with nonsense and stuff, i actually felt bad i was doing this shit to others, since i finally saw a mirror image of me, a better one in fact. Maths is something that is based on numbers and a little words, my god. Oh, and yes, she is a teacher, i did mention that right? She teaches maths, yes yes maths. But she most definitely aint good at it. For a teacher who claims that she knew what she was doing, she's the best at everything she does, she needs help, psychologically. She don't know how to convert 1 KM into CM. Amazing aint it? She claims that 1KM equals to 1000 CM, what a dope. Even Melvin was shaking his head at her intelligence. She&lt;br /&gt;had almost no intelligence, even a monkey is smarter than her. She talks about maths for 5 seconds, then her life story for 5 minutes, then her critisim for 10 minutes, then maths for 10 seconds, then the cycle continues, till we all bid our goodbyes to such an inapt teacher. Who finds her funny? WHO? We don't laugh at her COLD jokes cause we don't want her to impose her stupidity on us. And i bet you, when she said "Oooooh, but Class A was more livelier than you guys, they laughed at my jokes...." was probably they did it OUT OF PITY. Never seen a person so filled with self-esteem, arrogance, irritant, pride, foolishness, bullshit as her. Even I can't be compared to sucha fool. And i can bet you, in terms of telling jokes, I can phrase better ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go to the example collumn (and by the way, in case you readers are wondering why its everything on her it's because 1. i hate her and 2. thats the only excitment in school today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my very first post, i said she liked malay boys right? I was right, aint I? She's got the cheek to ask "can i get Ridzuan's number even though he's outa shatec?" During lesson somemore, still can tell us about setting our own damn priorities straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a hypocrite. She always scolds us, gives us DPs, ask us to shove our excuses up our assholes, but what about her? Always late, always giving excuses, for example (OHHHH.. I AM LATE CAUSE I ASSUMED THE CLASS STARTS AT 1.45 PM NOT 1.30 PM) ohh you genius old fool. And when someone tells her he/she was late due to traffic jam, she can say that person conjured it up, bullshit should be shoved up that person's ass, blabla. Hypocritical bitch aint she? *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hates noise. She hates it when we talk. She hates it, loathe it. But the one thing she did not realise, was this. She was the main noise factor contributed, and we were the minors, we made noise to lessen hers thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end of examples*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was weird, i fell partially asleep in her class. I was right in front of her jackass, and she drawled on and on about how she absolutely hates climbing up 3 STEPS like as though its a big feat. Drawled on about how she is fat but not exactly fat but still fat. Drawled on about how she hated Class A for making noise but loved Class A for their contributions of laughter to her jokes.&lt;br /&gt;MS LILIAN LIM, FOR YOUR INFORMATION AH BOSS, THEY DID NOT LAUGH AT YOUR JOKES, THEY LAUGH AT YOU, YOU'RE A JOKE I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT. WITH THAT MUSHROOM HAIRSTYLE REALLY SPEAKS FOR ONE'S NATURAL APPEARANCE. YOU DON'T LOOK AT THE MIRROR WHEN YOU COMB YOUR HAIR DO YOU, HENCE YOU DON'T KNOW WHY THEY'RE LAUGHING AT YOU. I bet her mirror will foam and have parkinson disease if she looks at it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the next activity in class was this. I assumed i lost my handphone twice. ZZZZZZ idiots around me. First was after History lesson, Min Hui and Li Ting took my handphone, switched it off without me knowing, cause i was playing UNO with the other girls (lazy to list out) and tried to hide it in Sham's bag. Volia, when Sham came back, her bag's half broken and my handphone was found. Idiots. The next incident was pathetic. I felt sorry for myself. Remember i mentioned i was half asleep in Lilian's lesson? Well she took my handphone (MY GOD, THE ANGUISH IN ME.. I HAD TO SCRUB IT CLEAN WITH DETTOL IN CASE OF INFECTIONS!!!! :@:@) while i was dozing off, and i was in shock when, after lesson, my friend Alex told me my phone's with her. Annoying Ms Lilian Lim, no wonder still single. Must play a movie for her, 50 year old virgin, singapore version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lover's post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lai lai lai lei long lei long, first up we got.... *drumrolls* ALEX!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've seen Joanna trying to flirt and get closer to Alex. And now, vice versa, he's doing it to??? MICHELLE!!! He's been to avoid for this by saying this "No, this is just Q&amp;amp;A session. And he told me not to post it up. TOO BAD!! *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is, WAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKKAA the usual kenneth and shanaminamiyama. Today was unusual. Kenneth came in earlier than Sham!!!! A miricle!!! They were always always together. Nothing much happened cause i did not follow them out for lunch. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING ELSE (:.................................. yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-3744842848416528404?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3744842848416528404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=3744842848416528404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3744842848416528404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/3744842848416528404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-school-at-home-whatever.html' title='In school, at home, whatever'/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-5408308970312797474</id><published>2008-07-15T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:18:32.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still have not sleep, damn.</title><content type='html'>WOOT it is this late, and i'm still learning how to use the blog. Got a hang of things already thanks to a little girl. Need my beauty sleep like now. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-5408308970312797474?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5408308970312797474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=5408308970312797474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5408308970312797474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/5408308970312797474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-have-not-sleep-damn.html' title='Still have not sleep, damn.'/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4855014064727218991.post-4719520743016511567</id><published>2008-07-14T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:02:30.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Life (Getting Boring??)</title><content type='html'>I've played many games, heard many songs, saw many movies and animes, read many books, ate many food, tried many clothes (ok not many, not a lot i should say), fucked many girls (HOIYO, JOKING), and sang many tunes, but all these are getting boring, real boring. Ahh I want to travel, travel, travel! Oh, back to topic, i am getting BORED OF SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, even kindergarden's more entertaining compared to this bullshit school of mine. The lessons have gone way outa hand i tell you. First, we enjoyed (no i can bet with you my life more than half the class didn't enjoy it, including myself) our first and second semesters as they taught us F&amp;amp;B(&lt;strong&gt;food and beverage&lt;/strong&gt; for idiots who needs to pry their minds thinking wtf (again, wtf stands for what the fuck)is that). Everything was going fine, the attachment without payment for almost 3 months was a hell of fun and we learnt many things. MANY i can assure you. Let me recall all of them for you. &lt;strong&gt;1. Goblet wiping. 2. Cutleries wiping. 3. Good places to slack without being caught. 4. How bad stuff meal was. 5.....&lt;/strong&gt; wait.. thats it.. FOUR MISERABLE THINGS, FOR ALMOST 3 MONTHS. A lot, yes, a lot, we learnt too much in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the BEST part. Our second semester last term and third semester first term, my god. All i can say is, my god, or should i be dramatic and say OH MY BLEEDING GOSH?!!?! Its really pathetic, made me feel like back in secondary, no primary school. We had COMPREHENSION LESSONS for the second semester, now we're going into BASIC (even more basic compared to elementary maths we learnt in secondary school) MATHS AND WOW WONDER WONDER HISTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (enough exclaimation marks la huh?) I wonder, we're already learning the basics of basic hotel management, and we pay $3300 per semester (thats 2 terms, totaling 22 weeks including exams, and total of 11 modules) AND WE GET TO LEARN HISTORY, COMPREHENSION AND MATHS? Well comprehension was alright if it stuck to business summary, at least that made sense, but no.. NO... we had to go through 7 weeks of BULLSHIT primary school comprehension, before finally hitting on business summary, which lasted only 2 weeks. Can't say much for maths and history, have not had lessons yet, i mean thoroughly. But it'll be fucked up. At least for maths. Honestly, basic maths taught by our dear Mushroom like hairstyle Miss Liliam Lim(she taught us MIS (god i don't even know what's that anymore)before), she's in her fourties, and with her attitude, looks and her wonderous "Who-are-you-to-even-communicate-with-me" type of face, which middle age man will even approach her? They'll puke before they get to know her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, now's the Teacher's Ranting collumn!!&lt;br /&gt;Cont.. from Lilian Lim.&lt;br /&gt;She shoots back at you when you try to reason out with her, and if she's wrong, she'll LAUGH OUT FREAKING LOUD and ignore you, as if to make you look stupid, but, in actual fact, she's the stupid looking one. She teaches students without an ounce of interest, sarcasm is all she have to say, and apparantly, she's in love with malays. Boys. Not meant to be an insult ah Din and Izzat and any malay guy who attempted to read my blog, but it's true. God if only she's a student and one of my peers, i'll gun her down with her own language till she sues me with blood and sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, next its ALEX AND KENNETH'S favourite teacher! Miss Gloria Goh. She looks like she's in her fourties, and it really make us shatec students wonder why eh? Well she's a nice lady, to an extent that she makes us foam in our mouth with the way she speaks, one of us contracted the Parkinson Diease. His name is Alex, poor bloke, 19 years of age, doing everything he can to be top in the line, tried to be a business man and a playboy at the same time and his dreams just ended when she taught us for more than a week. Sad. But her lesson seems interesting(yah right). She teaches Front Office (god that's useful ;) ) Hmm thats all about Teacher's Ranting for now yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and sad to say, one of my old boys, Avan by name, have brain infection, and is now currently in the ICU ( for the retards who don't know what ICU stands for, it stands for... ... ... ... er i don't know either.. shit.. nah actually i do, it stands for Intensive Care Unit). All christians here, please pray for him, for i know, with our spirits combined, we'll achieve in greater heights for his recovery. MAY GOD BLESS AND HEAL YOU AVAN, THOUGH NOW, ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE WE LAST SAW EACH OTHER, I PRAY THAT YOU GET WELL, FOR NOT ONLY IS YOUR LIFE DISCOMFORTING, YOUR FAMILY, LOVER AND FRIENDS ARE ALL HEART BROKEN AT YOUR INCIDENT AS WELL, SO DO YOURSELF JUSTICE AS YOU'RE STILL YOUNG AT HEART, AND RECOVER WITH GOD'S HELP, IN JESUS NAME WE PRAY, AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i aint no pastor and i know that aint no prayer, but i hope it helps, as every little thing counts.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if kenneth or shanaminamiyama or their friends read this, i am pleased to assure you that hey, those 2 are really together, Woot, we've got lovers in class baby, love fills the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting in my Kuala Lumpa i mean Lumpur and Genting trip and photos so look forward to it yeah? Have a blessed evening for those who read this blog today, and have blessed days ahead of you for those reading this after tonight. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'ma done writing this shit and play DOTA(its a game, a.. those who don't know, don't bother asking or thinking what's that, those who know, well done) And sleep early. Wake up early. MIN HUI, I KNOW YOU'LL BE READING MY BLOG, DON'T BE LATE FOR TOMORROW'S LESSON AH, I THINK YOU'RE IN THE SAME PMS CLASS AS I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights, and lights out people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4855014064727218991-4719520743016511567?l=onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4719520743016511567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4855014064727218991&amp;postID=4719520743016511567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/4719520743016511567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4855014064727218991/posts/default/4719520743016511567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceabullshitstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/school-life-getting-boring.html' title='School Life (Getting Boring??)'/><author><name>Till now and forever, Amen.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11541137038742658833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqJYMZUOo8I/SkOvxQeu-iI/AAAAAAAAALA/G9FwzIgkRuE/S220/Photo041.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
