<?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-1421970976905473063</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:51:48.321-07:00</updated><category term='happpy biiirrrrthdayyyyyy toooo meeeeeeee'/><title type='text'>DINGDONGBELL-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sherman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093863796868221085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97zsjaAJPBA/Swk2ynsVckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6X-vP5jbx8/S220/LGIM0004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421970976905473063.post-846323587256223445</id><published>2010-01-11T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:20:46.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of truth</title><content type='html'>11th of january 2010 is official day for the release of  the results of the 'O' Level examination. I admit that my heart was pounding uncontrollably at that moment, there were only 2 options for me; devastate or celebrate. By God's grace a hit a score of 11 for my L1R4, not including bonus points. Unprecedented! Totally! I achieved 4 distinctions, 3 Bs and a C. This is the result of mad studying and fervent prayer. My dad was ecstatic and my mum was happy, so for once i felt like a hero. Everyone that asked for my results would go 'Whoa!', 'WOW', 'OMG' and 'Donk!'. Absurd, my classmates did better than me, a single digit score isnt that hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1421970976905473063-846323587256223445?l=incessantblabbering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/846323587256223445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-of-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/846323587256223445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/846323587256223445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-of-truth.html' title='Day of truth'/><author><name>sherman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093863796868221085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97zsjaAJPBA/Swk2ynsVckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6X-vP5jbx8/S220/LGIM0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421970976905473063.post-8543947008623594651</id><published>2010-01-08T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:19:58.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By his grace</title><content type='html'>I visited my grandma, who is hospitalised in Mount Alvernia Hospital due to bronchitis. It is certainly heart-wrenching to see her there, God knows how much she's suffered. Indeed, i was feeling, perhaps anguished when she had difficulty recalling my name. I cannot blame her though, she's over ninety and on medication. She calls herself silly for not remembering the name of her grandson and blames herself that we have gone through so much trouble just to visit her. It breaks my heart to hear that. Well, on the bright side, she's recovering pretty well and will be up and running in a few day's time. Her appettite has certainly improved and looks pretty sharp today. By God's grace she can make a full recovery soon. I shall continue to include her in my prayer before i go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By thy grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1421970976905473063-8543947008623594651?l=incessantblabbering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/8543947008623594651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2010/01/by-his-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/8543947008623594651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/8543947008623594651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2010/01/by-his-grace.html' title='By his grace'/><author><name>sherman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093863796868221085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97zsjaAJPBA/Swk2ynsVckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6X-vP5jbx8/S220/LGIM0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421970976905473063.post-8336486643835222056</id><published>2009-12-31T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:23:02.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>I couldnt go to the countdown party at Marina Float because i had some important dinner. My aunt gave me 50 bucks=) Well i could only watch the countdown at home, via an idiot box (aka television). The fireworks didnt go as well as i thought but it was quite alright though.&lt;br /&gt;Now i would like to thank God for opening this new year, and bless it.&lt;br /&gt;Here is our prayer ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our father, which art in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;hallowed be thy name,&lt;br /&gt;thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth as in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;give us this day our daily bread&lt;br /&gt;and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who have trespassed against us,&lt;br /&gt;and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil,&lt;br /&gt;for thy is the kingdom and the power and the glory for ever and ever,&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1421970976905473063-8336486643835222056?l=incessantblabbering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/8336486643835222056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/8336486643835222056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/8336486643835222056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>sherman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093863796868221085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97zsjaAJPBA/Swk2ynsVckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6X-vP5jbx8/S220/LGIM0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421970976905473063.post-8892019503162715882</id><published>2009-12-25T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:21:25.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>Its finally christmas, and boy am i pround to be a christian. This day 2009 years and 359 days ago, Christ died for the sins of mankind. This day heralds a new beginning and signifies the end of yet another year. How i spent christmas? This is my account . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch Avatar and we went on a wild goose chase just to watch it. We travelled to Yishun Golden Village, thinking it would be less crowded than Golden Village @ Junction 8. Alas! It was not meant to be, not a single 8.40 pm seat or 9.40pm seat. Well then, we detoured to Bishan and tried getting a seat for Avatar at 10pm . FIRST ROW! This is unreasonable. The front row is such that you have to tilt your head up 80 degrees to see the screen. Avatar is a godsend, produced by James Cameron. Critics said they relished the same moment when watching Star Wars in 1977. The show lasted 2hour 47min, by the time the movie ended, it was already 1am. Nonetheless, we met up with kc, Hazhar and Sean. There we chatted for a while. By the time i was ready to get home, it was already 2am. Cheng offered to lend me his bike. What are my options? Cycled home, perspiring heavily and dead bushed. NEVER NEVER WATCH A MOVIE ON CHRISTMAS EVE. Sleeping time . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 11am. Got dressed and ready to visit my grandpa's grave. Its time we paid respect to him. I took this time to catch up with my cousins. Joel got me and my brothers a keychain, hand made from China as christmas presents. There, he instructed on my dad how to use the iphone and its functions. Lunch was far from good. There were yucky salmon and tons of vermiceli. Eew! Went home, craving for home food .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1421970976905473063-8892019503162715882?l=incessantblabbering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/8892019503162715882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/8892019503162715882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/8892019503162715882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>sherman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093863796868221085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97zsjaAJPBA/Swk2ynsVckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6X-vP5jbx8/S220/LGIM0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421970976905473063.post-403279168546136148</id><published>2009-12-17T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:59:48.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS,STRESS,STRESS!</title><content type='html'>It has come to a point that i can no longer tolerate the stress building inside me. Many reasonable factors may have contributed to the state i am in. Perhaps it is the long hours i stay hooked on the computer and the cooping of myself at home. I have grown tired and angry at my computer and psp. You see, i have low tolerance of failure and when i fail to get the stuff right, i will get very agitated and irritated. I am not the type who punctuate my sentences with profanities but there might be some unclean words that leak out unconsciously in the spit of anger. I do hope i curb my temper and maybe give technology a miss for a few days. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Saviour Sacrifice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1421970976905473063-403279168546136148?l=incessantblabbering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/403279168546136148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/12/stressstressstress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/403279168546136148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/403279168546136148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/12/stressstressstress.html' title='STRESS,STRESS,STRESS!'/><author><name>sherman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093863796868221085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97zsjaAJPBA/Swk2ynsVckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6X-vP5jbx8/S220/LGIM0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421970976905473063.post-2550412781985709046</id><published>2009-12-10T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:09:12.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happpy biiirrrrthdayyyyyy toooo meeeeeeee'/><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Its the 8th of december and guess what, its my birthday. Met up with KC, Benny and Cheng and went to a cyber cafe(GoodSpeed). After which, FC, Sean, Hazhar, Andy, Kenneth met us. We wanted to watch a movie, but we could not decide on which movie to watch. So we settled for dinner instead, at Pepper Lunch. After an excellent dinner, we bade farewell and went to Benny's house. We wanted to stay over at Zachary's house, but unpromising factors hindered our plan. Plan B - To play a 24-hour package at a cyber cafe(Spot On) in Park Lane. We met Zhi Xiang there and played together. Teasing him can be so much fun. So here heralds the end of the Great Sherman's birthday HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1421970976905473063-2550412781985709046?l=incessantblabbering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/2550412781985709046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/2550412781985709046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/2550412781985709046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>sherman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093863796868221085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97zsjaAJPBA/Swk2ynsVckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6X-vP5jbx8/S220/LGIM0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421970976905473063.post-996601962589800681</id><published>2009-12-10T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:58:23.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Eve</title><content type='html'>I have just returned from a family vacation at Costa Sand Resorts and am completely exhausted. After unpacking and washing up, i went to Toa Payoh central to meet up with Adam and Tomboat. The unbelievable thing was that we waiting a good three quarter of an hour waiting for Jin and Benson. Damn! It does'nt matter anyway. Ate at Kentucky's - again . After which, we went to play billiard. The winner, guess who? Me! The only reason why i won with 30 points was that Benson is a novice. You see, on actual fact i only managed to pot one ball so that makes 29 points of foul made by Benson. He went into a sulk when we laughed at him. Street Soccer - a real fun sport to play. I played and i lost in all the games and the reason - i could not see due to poor eyesight and the total darkness of the court(we played at 9pm). I went home due to fatigue and muscle cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been guessing, its my birthday eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1421970976905473063-996601962589800681?l=incessantblabbering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/996601962589800681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/996601962589800681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/996601962589800681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-eve.html' title='Birthday Eve'/><author><name>sherman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093863796868221085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97zsjaAJPBA/Swk2ynsVckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6X-vP5jbx8/S220/LGIM0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421970976905473063.post-4212944724140094128</id><published>2009-11-27T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:18:46.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raven's true birthday - A truly unbelievable account</title><content type='html'>This is absurd. I found out that it is today, 27th november where Raven's birthday falls. I was conned, duped and tricked into believing that his birthday falls on Wednesday and Thursday respectively twice- i was tricked twice. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief when my friend told me it is today. Altogether i have wished him Happy Birthday thrice, what a fool am i. Till now i still cannot believe i fell for Cheng's ruse. Well, to make matters worse, my computer is infected with a contagious disease. The problem- after working for 3 hours it simply shuts down and wont be functional until 6 hours later. I'd say its contagious because Cheng's computer is having some problems too, you see our computers were perfect until a few days ago. It started with mine and now Cheng's computer is having problems too. Without my computer running, boredom is fast catching up with me. Hey books, it is time i stop turning my back on you guys. I read a book titled "The secret diary of Adrian Mole aged 13 and 3/4" by Sue Townsend. This book is full of wonderful poetries.&lt;br /&gt;Here is an exerpt-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees explode into a bud, indeed some of them are in leaf. Their branches thrust themselves into the sky like drunken scarecrows. Their trunks writhe and twist into the earth and form a plethora of roots. The brilliant sky hovers uncertainly like a shy bride at the door of her nuptial chamber. Birds wing and scrape their erratic way into the cottom-wool clouds like drunken scarecrows. The translucent brook gurgles majestically towards its journey's end. 'To the sea!' it cries, 'to the sea!' It endlessly repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely boy, his loins afire, sits and watches his calm reflection in the torrential brook. His heart is indeed heavy. His eyes fall on to the ground and rest on a wondrous majestic many-hued butterfly. The winged insect takes flight and the boy's eyes are carried far away until they are a speck on the red-hued sunset. He senses on a zephyr a hope for mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In God we trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1421970976905473063-4212944724140094128?l=incessantblabbering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/4212944724140094128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/11/ravens-true-birthday-truly-unbelievable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/4212944724140094128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/4212944724140094128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/11/ravens-true-birthday-truly-unbelievable.html' title='Raven&apos;s true birthday - A truly unbelievable account'/><author><name>sherman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093863796868221085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97zsjaAJPBA/Swk2ynsVckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6X-vP5jbx8/S220/LGIM0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421970976905473063.post-2695926282940257594</id><published>2009-11-25T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:34:18.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A marvelous birthday, or not .</title><content type='html'>Well, i guess birthdays' are a tad too common now, it seems ubiquitous enough to infiltrate my everyday life. This is the day, 16 years ago, the day that Raven was born. Silly enough, we managed an outing at Jurong swimming complex. You see, that is the only swimming pool capable of letting us enjoy and worth our time. Although it isnt on par with Wild Wild Wet, i guess this should do. The wave pool was the best facility, mighty rain patted on us violently, so strong it stung. Huge waves, at a towering height of 0.5m splashing on us. The slides were awesome, we used it over 6 times. The lazy pool was, well rather dirty, with dead leaves and underwear hitching a ride on the waters. I wasnt sure how many people took a leak in that pool, it reeked of urine. At 7.30pm, we figured out we were rather hungry, so to Kentucky's we went, and that was our dining place . I wasnt really sure how many times i ate at Kentucky's this week. Counting from last thursday, i have eaten at that restaurant 4 times already and its only wednesday! I shared a meal with Kaijie, it was a new buddy meal with the all new black pepper chicken. I've had it! No more Kentucky's . The black pepper chicken was unbelievably spicy, i had a hard time eating it. Everyone was panting and gulping down drinks, to a point that they would even drink from a tap. On the way home, Keane told us that his probation officer called and he could well be in trouble, so much for a Birthday party. Take that you scum. Anyway, i must go now. I reek of chlorine .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1421970976905473063-2695926282940257594?l=incessantblabbering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/2695926282940257594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/11/marvelous-birthday-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/2695926282940257594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/2695926282940257594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/11/marvelous-birthday-or-not.html' title='A marvelous birthday, or not .'/><author><name>sherman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093863796868221085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97zsjaAJPBA/Swk2ynsVckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6X-vP5jbx8/S220/LGIM0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421970976905473063.post-6964590829100692013</id><published>2009-11-23T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:57:14.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day to herald . . .</title><content type='html'>I woke up, to the sudden quietness and stillness of my home. It was unusual indeed, for i have two younger brothers capable of making noises to a point that a deaf woman next door could bang on the wall. I walked out, to see my brother playing on MY COMPUTER, tapping vigorously on the mouse. Seeing that he had hacked it, my lips twisted into an evil smile. I tip-toed behind him and without warning, jolted him violently. This sent him into a sulk and he locked himself in his room. Round one to me. I steadied myself and entered into the world of BlackShot. 4.30 pm : i left home for Cheng's place. 5.30 pm : Arrived at suntec city mall with Cheng. Apparently, Benson had a job interview there and so Cheng and I went there to meet up with Adam and he. Kentucky's became our dining place. Adam was adaucious enough to get another free mashed potato by tricking the staff that they left out mine. Great, i thought! I didnt want to be implicated so i sat further away from him. You know, he risked me becoming a juvenile delinquent. Finally, we went to the fountain of wealth. It was a sight to behold, the projectors actually used the jutting water mist as the platform for the images, how clever! Saw someone at the last cubicle in the toilet in an akward position. I discussed it with the others and agreed that a gay couple was engaging in a BJ session. Thats the only rational reason i could think of .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1421970976905473063-6964590829100692013?l=incessantblabbering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/feeds/6964590829100692013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-day-to-herald.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/6964590829100692013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1421970976905473063/posts/default/6964590829100692013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incessantblabbering.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-day-to-herald.html' title='Another day to herald . . .'/><author><name>sherman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04093863796868221085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_97zsjaAJPBA/Swk2ynsVckI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x6X-vP5jbx8/S220/LGIM0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421970976905473063.post-3309666578211250824</id><published>2009-11-22T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:13:32.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A true relation of an unprecedented birthday outing</title><content type='html'>The 19th day of the eleventh month this year marks the 16th year of the birth of my pal - KC . The day began at 12 noon, when i woke up to the cacophony of the birds and insects outside . Surely the incessant chirping and the melodious orchestra by the crickets would brighten up my day . Adam called and cracked a morning joke, until i told him it wasnt morning . At least he did remind me it was KC's birthday- today. I fed my hamsters and called KC, sang a birthday song and he told me about an arranged outing later on at 7.30 pm . Expected? No. Unprecedented? Yes. Then came 7 pm, i ate hot dogs and went out . Reached Kentucky's Fried Chicken at 8pm, saw a conglomeration of my friends and two, rather meek aliens that i know not of . One was a tall bespectacled male, and another treacled-haired female whose name was Mike. I ate at KFC, washed up, fidled with my hairband and went off to get a birthday cake for the birthday boy. Our final destination was on the 12th floor of a place called Sky Garden. There he blowed his candles, made a wish and there we presented a gift to him. What was it? You've guessed it right, a box of condoms. We wanted to make sure he knew what to do on the bed, you know? precautions and stuff . Well i got a tad jealous as Mike, being the only female, got more attention than me. For once everyone was smiling . We filled a condom with water and tossed it around, like a water balloon-it is disgusting to relate to you how we played with it. At last, with final wishes to KC, we left for home. On the way home, Benny told me that the female alien was Mika, not Mike! At that point of time, i felt like throwing up-for the fact i regarded her as Mike. Sorry? 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