<?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-338385329048955864</id><updated>2012-02-25T21:58:31.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-9133773463231353098</id><published>2011-12-30T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:29:34.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tales of tales 6 part 4 case close</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNXNUjkzzqA/TYxeTEIOypI/AAAAAAAAAG0/COZ-GXLwyeU/s1600/cs.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNXNUjkzzqA/TYxeTEIOypI/AAAAAAAAAG0/COZ-GXLwyeU/s400/cs.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587944919278733970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tales of Tale: Detectives Arrived! (Part 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Recap ---&lt;br /&gt;Zen was murdered! Then, Hong was murdered! Looze seemed to find out who the murderer really is. Do you know who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Story ---&lt;br /&gt;Looze smiled and walked back to find Inspector James to tell him the truth but he was stopped by the detective from New York, Amy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looze, could you come here for a moment?” Amy requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes? What do you want from me?” Looze asked as he walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It seems like you know Masaki Souno. Is that right?” Amy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t really know him well. But I met him on a case.” Looze answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please do not get too close with him. He may not be the type of person that you actually know.” Amy advised Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean?” Looze wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Amy reached her hand into her pocket. She took out a badge and flashed it to Looze. Upon looking at it, Looze’s eyes widen and had a loss for speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You… You… Are an FBI agent?” Looze could not believe what he saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes I am. Please do not tell anyone about it. I am currently undercover in search of the Criminal Organization, Red Faces.” Amy declared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Red Faces? Who are they?” Looze insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As I said, they are a Criminal Organization. They are capable of doing anything like murder, bombing, arson, etc. What the problem is that they leave no trace of evidence once they commit these crimes. Their leader, codename Red Head is a very mysterious and cruel person. Although he rarely makes his own actions, he never fails when he does.” Amy explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But what does that have to do with Souno? Don’t tell me that he is in Red Faces?” Looze seek his answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are not confirmed if he is in Red Faces. But he is being suspected to be one of them, codename Red Wings. That is all I can reveal to you, the rest are confidential. Once again, please keep a secret that I am an FBI agent, and keep away from Masaki Souno.” Amy ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, I will, don’t worry.” Looze acknowledged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as they finish, both Amy and Looze went back to the second floor and headed towards Inspector James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? So you know who the real culprit is?” Inspector James raised his eyebrows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, if you don’t mind, gathered the 3 suspects to the living room and I shall deduce there.” Looze ordered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as everyone gathered at the living room, Looze began his reasoning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As everyone here knows, the culprit is right before us and is among those 3. I am pretty sure that the other detectives know who the real culprit really is. Am I wrong?” Looze began by asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them smiled and just glanced among those 3 suspects, knowing in their heart who is the real culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let me start from the murder of Zen. The murderer for both Zen and Hong are different. This is because the one who murdered Zen was Hong. Hong managed to kill Zen one the way to his room to get the cards.” Looze started his deductions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“While walking up to the second floor, Hong put on his glove on his right hand and took out the knife. Upon reaching Zen’s room, Hong knocked on the door. After Zen opened the door, Hong immediately used his right hand, which was holding on to the knife, to stab Zen right into his heart. But Zen managed to use struggle back, scratching Hong’s left hand, which is not wearing any glove. Coincidentally, Hong manage to scratch back Zen’s right hand.” Looze further added on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No wonder skin fragments were found on Zen’s right finger nails and Hong’s left finger nails.” Officer Violet finally understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“After the struggles, Hong pushed Zen down to the floor, leaving the knife still intact into the chest. After that he used his right hand to lock and close the door. This is why blood was found all over the door knob.” Looze deduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why use his right hand? He could have used his left hand right?” Tuan wondered aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That was because he was afraid of leaving fingerprints on the door knob.” Looze answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That wouldn’t matter right? Hong could have claimed that he open the door from the outside to enter, and opened the door from the inside to leave the room.” Tuan insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The lock button… It was due to the lock button. He didn’t want to leave any fingerprints on the lock button. It would be weird if someone else’s fingerprints were found on the lock button when normally it would be the owner who locks the door.” Gregson answered for Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“After that, he went back to take the cards, then appearing out like nothing had happened.” Looze continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What about his gloves? Was it found anywhere?” Qin interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Since his room is just 2 rooms away from the toilet, he could have easily flushed the glove down the toilet bowl anytime.” Steven replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right… The murder of Zen is now solved. Now we need to know the murder of Hong.” Inspector James noted the case into his notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just as we were waiting for the results from the forensic team, the 4 other suspects were ordered to wait in their room. At this point of time, the culprit manages to enter Hong’s room and made him consume Potassium Cyanide. After that, hang the culprit up, went back to his room and pretend nothing had happened.” Looze started his second deduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And that will be you! Mr Qin!” Looze snapped his fingers and pointed at Qin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, the detectives present smiled and gave a stern look at Qin. Marc and Tuan were shocked and did not believe what Looze had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? Me? Are you kidding me? How can it be me?” Qin denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t try to deny, of course it’s you. Who else could it be?” Souno voiced out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you have any evidence that can prove that I am the one?” Qin yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You claimed that at that point of time, you heard a loud thud. But, you forgot one more thing.” Raul laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean?” Qin was speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was the scream of mine.” Amy smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s right. The loud thud sound was probably when Hong dropped to the floor after the effects of the Cyanide poison had taken place. After the dropped to the floor, he began groaning in pain. Due to the groan and also with the fact that you were anxious, the scream that was let out by Amy was unheard to you.” Looze explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You call me the culprit base on that? Give me solid proof if you think I am the culprit!” Qin shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We found foot prints on the surface of the chair by the bed. You must have step on it while trying to hang Hong onto the rope. Normally, when we sit on the chair, we mostly wipe of all the prints that are present. But the foot prints that we found were clearly visible. If we were to compare it to yours, we will know exactly if you have killed Hong.” Looze presented the proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It seems like I can’t hide it any much longer. It’s true that I killed Hong. But I’ve actually wanted to the both of them! Zen that bastard, not only he tried to borrow money from my girlfriend, he even managed to scam my parents 10 million dollars. My mum was shocked and even fainted. Now she’s in the hospital.” Qin clenched his fist hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I found out Zen was killed, I was relief as I didn’t have to kill 2 people. So I went ahead to kill Hong, who… FUCKING RAPE MY GIRLFRIEND! I couldn’t forgive him, and I will never forgive him. BOTH OF THEM DESERVE TO DIE!” Qin screamed as he fell onto his knees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the case was closed, Qin was being brought back to the police station. The other detectives left in their cars. As for Looze, he walked out to the road junction, hoping to be able to catch a cab. As he was waiting, an unexpected arrival came. A red Ferrari 612 Scaglietti came up towards him. Inside were Souno and Steven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Looze! Heading back to Gallant City? I can give you a ride. Steven is heading back too.” Souno offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, thanks a lot!” Looze smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Looze sat in Souno’s car, he was reminded of what Amy Jules the FBI agent had told him. Is Amy telling the truth about the Red Faces? Can Looze trust Souno? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- End ---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-9133773463231353098?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/9133773463231353098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=9133773463231353098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/9133773463231353098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/9133773463231353098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2011/12/tales-of-tales-6-part-4-case-close.html' title='tales of tales 6 part 4 case close'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNXNUjkzzqA/TYxeTEIOypI/AAAAAAAAAG0/COZ-GXLwyeU/s72-c/cs.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-5258953601607347718</id><published>2011-12-22T00:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:30:39.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of tale 6 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHqFYE1GEWM/TvID09EWllI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HqirNvJwvEQ/s1600/qm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHqFYE1GEWM/TvID09EWllI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HqirNvJwvEQ/s400/qm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688613487603258962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tales of Tale: Detectives Arrived! (Part 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Recap ---&lt;br /&gt;Looze and the other detectives were investigating on Zen's murder. But Hong was murdered too! Will they find out the real culprit? Read on to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Story ---&lt;br /&gt;“Hong was murdered?!” Officer Violet screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, the cause of death is not strangulation. Instead, it is cyanide poisoning.” Raul elaborated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But how do you know?” Officer Violet wondered in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is almond smell coming from Hong’s mouth. This proves that Potassium Cyanide has been ingested. The Potassium Cyanide reacts with the acid from his gastric fluid, producing this almond smell.” Looze explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So it is safe to say that someone poisoned her with Potassium Cyanide and then hang her up.” Steven added on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So the real culprit killed both Hong and Zen?” Officer Violet questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wouldn’t say that. Look under the left index finger nail of Hong. There are some skin fragments too. If this skin fragments were to belong to Zen, then it is no doubt that Hong killed Zen.” Amy answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If that were true, then, some other person in this mansion killed Hong, and they are still in their room.” Inspector James evaluated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about we go to their room and question them?” Officer Violet suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It looks like we have no choice. May I know which room belongs to whom?” Inspector James asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The first room, which is nearest to the stairs, belongs to the first victim Zen. The second room belongs to Marc. Third will be this room. Next door belongs to Qin and the last will have to be occupied by Tuan.” Ada revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, let’s start off with questioning Marc. Violet, please contact the forensic team to analyze the skin fragments under Hong’s fingernail. Meanwhile we will be questioning the suspects.” Inspector James ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes sir! I will do it right away.” Officer Violet took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone then headed towards Marc’s room, hoping that they could get a lead to this case by asking the three of the suspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?! Hong died too? No way…” Marc softened his voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s right. We would like to know what you were doing when the incident happened.” Inspector James questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was in my room all the while. I didn’t dare to go out. I stayed in my room reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sign of Four&lt;/span&gt;. Is the murderer the same as the one who killed Zen?” Marc insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you notice anything when you were alone in this room? Like sounds or anything.” Steven interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yes! I heard a loud thud sound. I think it was coming from Hong’s room. I did manage to hear a loud scream afterwards too.” Marc justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ohhh? A loud thud huh?” Steven raised his eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May I know if anyone had any unhappiness with Zen or Hong?” Looze asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course there is! Both Qin and Tuan, including me had issues with Zen and Hong. Zen was a bully. He would like to borrow money from us and never returns then. Hong was a joker, but the jokes he makes sometimes insults our family. No one likes the both of them.” Marc disclosed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, they moved on to the fourth room, hoping that Qin would give them some lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So he was murdered by the same person who killed Zen?” Qin asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We can’t say that for now but mind answering a few questions?” Inspector James probed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, no problem, go ahead and ask.” Qin agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May I know what you were doing at the point when you were waiting in your room?” Inspector James asked the same question again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was in my room the whole time reading this book.” Qin answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh? Isn’t this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Valley of Fear&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;/span&gt;?” Gregson sounded impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you by any chance hear anything weird when you were in your room?” Steven questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, it was a loud thud. And it was really loud. It came from Hong’s room I think.” Qin replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you have disputes with Zen or Hong before?” Looze asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everyone in this mansion definitely have disputes with them. Both of them were so hateful. Hong tried to flirt with my girlfriend, and said that he was joking. Zen was even much more hateful. He once borrowed money from me and never returned it. He had even gone to borrow from my girlfriend!” Qin expressed his anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they visited the owner of the last room, Tuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He was murdered? That serves him right for trying to test my patience.” Tuan mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May we know what happen?” Ada begged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hong was always insulting me over and over again. He always acted like he was the boss of everything. Ordering me around, asking me to do his things. I hate him.” Tuan vented his anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what were you doing inside you room?” Inspector James enquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was in my room reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Hound of the Baskerville&lt;/span&gt;s. Is there a problem with that?” Tuan probed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s with everyone reading books about Sherlock Holmes?” Souno smiled to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So did you hear anything while reading the book?” Steven asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, I heard a really loud thud. Afterwards there was a loud scream.” Tuan revealed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, thank you for your time. You may close the door now until we call you again.” Inspector James thanked Tuan politely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So that is what really happened. No wonder bloods were found on the door knob of Zen’s room. Now I know who killed Hong, but I need concrete evidence. Wait a minute… Its might be there!” Looze started to run off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Found it, I found the perfect evidence. Let me just tell Officer Violet about that.” Looze thought deeply in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Officer Violet! Could you help me with this? ……” Looze whispered into Officer Violet ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh sure, I can do that.” Officer Violet agreed to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, it time for the deduction.” Looze gave a wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to be continued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next part, the truth is finally here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-5258953601607347718?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5258953601607347718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=5258953601607347718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5258953601607347718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5258953601607347718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2011/12/tale-of-tale-6-3.html' title='Tale of tale 6 3'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHqFYE1GEWM/TvID09EWllI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HqirNvJwvEQ/s72-c/qm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-969958502570606678</id><published>2011-12-18T16:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:38:30.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of tale 6 part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLgU01WTSUU/Tu2rImTkxYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/s5cDvUYpT48/s1600/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLgU01WTSUU/Tu2rImTkxYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/s5cDvUYpT48/s400/r.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687390068648756610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tales of Tale: Detectives Arrived! (Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Recap ---&lt;br /&gt;Looze and other detectives were invited to a dinner. But after dinner, a murder case had happened. Will Looze and the other detectives be able to find out the culprit? Find out now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Story ---&lt;br /&gt;“It seems like he was murdered not too long ago.” Looze commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, our suspects will definitely be the two of them.” Steven added on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Windows on the opposite side of the door are locked. The master keys are found next to the bedside too. It may be a sealed-room murder.” Gregson suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not quite a seal-room murder yet. I’ve checked that all of the rooms on this floor have doors that have door knobs with a button on the inside of the room. By pushing the button, you can lock the door when you close the door.” Raul examined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So it would seem that after the murderer stabbed Zen, he pushed the button on the door knob. After that, left the room and closed the door.” Looze deduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not to mention, the only people who can do that are Hong and Qin.” Steven suspected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, let’s leave this room and wait in the living room until the police arrived.” Amy advised everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon afterwards, the police finally arrived to the crime scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, my name is James Blue. I am the inspector of the Towns City Metropolitan Police. Beside me is Violet Dexter. She is an officer of the Towns City Metropolitan Police.” Inspector James introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So may we know what had happened?” Officer Violet questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, everyone explained the situation to Inspector James. The detectives gave specific details of the crime scene to Officer Violet who was taking down notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I see. So all of you are detectives? Even Looze and Steven are here.” Inspector James wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, get the forensic team to examine the scene, while I question everyone in the living room. Join me as soon as possible.” Inspector James ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes sir. I shall do that immediately.” Officer Violet nodded her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, will you tell me what everyone was doing at that time?” Inspector James asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Most of us were in the living room chatting. Only Zen and Qin went to their room upstairs to rest as they were tired.” Tuan answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But soon after, we decided to play card games. So I went to my room to take the deck of cards.” Hong added on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“After Hong went upstairs, Amy and I decided to call Zen and Qin to join us. We knocked on Zen’s door first, but no one was answering.” Ada further elaborated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And that’s when u broke down the door right?” Inspector James directed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Inspector, the forensic team has finished their job. It seems that they found skin fragments on the right index finger nail of the victim. Further more, they found out that blood was present on the door knob inside and outside of the room. Both the skin fragments and blood are now being sent back to the lab for DNA test. Fingerprints were also not found on the handle of the knife.” Officer Violet reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks for the hard work Violet. Now, all of you please give a sample of your DNAs to the forensic team. While waiting for the results, the 4 of you wait in your rooms and the detectives, please wait here in the living room.” Inspector James commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So the culprit wore gloves when dealing with Zen, but, blood on the door knob inside and outside of the room? What is this?” Looze thought hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahhhhhh! I forgot about my appointment with my client!” Amy shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh? What time is it?” Souno inquire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“9pm. Look at the time now, I don’t think I will make it. The police won’t be releasing us any time soon. I guess I have to cancel my appointment.” Amy frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who was that screaming so loud? I could even hear it in the toilet.” Gregson laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Be quiet. Amy is talking to her client now.” Souno announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr Gregson, may I know where the toilet is?” Looze asked politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s all the way to the end on the second floor.” Gregson directed Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks!” Looze smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For the time being, our primary suspects are Qin and Hong. Qin could have killed Zen when the both of them were upstairs resting. For Hong, he could have killed Zen when he was on his way up to get the cards. But for one thing I am unclear. Why are blood found on the door knobs? The blood is most likely Zen’s and is left by the culprit. If the culprit had worn gloves, blood probably got on the glove that held the knife when he stabbed Zen. But the other hand shouldn’t have blood on it. So he could have used the other hand to close the door. Unless…” Looze pondered while on his way to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 30 minutes and the detectives in the living room were restless. Raul, Gregson and Souno decided to head outside to take a puff. Just then, a phone call to Officer Violet arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Inspector, it’s the forensic team. The blood found on the door knob is tested and proved to belong to Zen. The skin fragment, on the other hand, belongs to Hong!” Officer Violet announced the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It seems like our culprit is Hong. Let’s move out and arrest him.” Inspector James instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got to the doorsteps of Hong. But something was amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look, the door is close properly.” Steven pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector James pushed open the door. However, the culprit doesn’t seem to be as the police deduced. Hong was in his room, hung to a rope. On the table beside the bed was a piece of paper, with words written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am terribly sorry but I have to confess.&lt;br /&gt;I am the one that killed Zen.&lt;br /&gt;Zen was forcing me to pay back all the money I borrowed from him.&lt;br /&gt;If not, he would expose me for embezzling with the company’s money.&lt;br /&gt;After I killed him, I was guilt stricken.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to atone for my sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So Hong committed suicide.” Officer Violet declared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be fooled by that suicide letter and this rope Officer Violet.” Looze conveyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He did not commit suicide.” Steven claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He was murdered.” Raul voiced out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-969958502570606678?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/969958502570606678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=969958502570606678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/969958502570606678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/969958502570606678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2011/12/tale-of-tale-6-part-2.html' title='Tale of tale 6 part 2'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLgU01WTSUU/Tu2rImTkxYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/s5cDvUYpT48/s72-c/r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-2348471231301722233</id><published>2011-12-14T15:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T18:05:42.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tales of tale 6 part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2dVbE-ayoik/TuhUWRh-kwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TnKkPJZdkwQ/s1600/asis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2dVbE-ayoik/TuhUWRh-kwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TnKkPJZdkwQ/s400/asis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685887271195022082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tales of Tale: Detectives Arrived! (Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Intro ---&lt;br /&gt;“Why not we do this Tuan?” a voice echoed across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm, great idea Hong! Let’s invite all of them!” Tuan agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are the three of us invited too?” another voice came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Zen! Qin! Marc! Of course the 3 of you are invited too!” Hong shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure you want to do this?” Qin claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong with this Qin?” Hong questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing, but, I just have a bad feeling about this.” Qin whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Story ---&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shining brightly into Looze’s bedroom. It was already 8 am and Looze had not waked up yet. The school holidays had started and Looze decided to sleep in late. But yet, he doesn’t know that when he was sleeping, someone had placed a letter at the footsteps in front of the house door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ding… Dong!” the doorbell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Its only 8 am. Who would be so early especially during the holidays?” Looze complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Looze opened the door, he noticed the white envelope placed right below him. He picked it up and read the content of the letter that is inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear Looze, &lt;br /&gt;We are inviting you to a dinner at my house.&lt;br /&gt;It would be at the Rose Mansion in Towns City this coming Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;We would be please if you were to come.&lt;br /&gt;-Hong&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Many other detectives are coming too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Other detectives are coming too. This sounds fun, I’m definitely going.” Looze smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Sunday, everyone gathered outside the Rose Mansion. About six other detectives were present. They were, Gregson Tame from London, Amy Jules from New York, Ada Hertz from Germany, and Raul Costa from Italy. The two other were kind of shocking. Steven Luster, also a high school detective from Gallant City. Masaki Souno, a detective from Japan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What a coincidence to see you here Looze.” Souno greeted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are a detective too?” Looze jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s right! Sorry I didn’t helped you out that time. I wanted to look at you deductive skills.” Souno laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, the doors of the mansion swung opened. Behind the doors, there stood five men ready to greet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It seems like all of you are here! Gregson Tame, Amy Jules, Ada Hertz, Raul Costa, Steven Luster, Looze Tale and Masaki Souno I welcome all of you. My name is Hong, next to me are Tuan and Qin. Next to Tuan will be Marc and next to Qin is Zen.” Hong welcomed everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, will all of you please come in and settle down at the dining table. The food had all been placed neatly on the table.” Hong instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went into the mansion, looking forward to the dinner that the five hosts had prepared. They settle down in a rectangular dining table of twelve. &lt;br /&gt;The detectives sat at one side and the hosts at the other, Ada had to sit with the host as there were no seats available on the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright everyone, let’s start digging!” Tuan shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ate with joy while they started sharing about their adventures in solving crime. The five hosts were not detectives, but they were fans of mystery novels and crime stories, especially the novels on Sherlock Holmes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as everyone had finished their meals, Gregson, Souno and Raul went outside to take a smoke. Ada and Amy helped out Hong and Tuan in the kitchen to wash the dishes. Looze, Steven, Qin, Zen and Marc were chatting in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m a little tired. I shall go take a rest in the room upstairs.” Zen commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Me too, I shall go with you.” Qin suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon they took off to their rooms. Gregson, Souno and Raul came back into the mansion and settle down with those in the living room. Soon after, those in the kitchen came out too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, anyone want to play some cards?” Hong asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure! We have nothing to do anyway.” Looze consented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, give me a moment, I shall go to my room and take the cards.” Hong walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Should we call Zen and Qin out to play too?” Amy wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why not? Let me come along with you.” Ada smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Ada and Amy went up to the second floor and knocked on Zen’s room. But no matter how hard they knock, nobody answered. Just then, Hong walked out of his room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong?” Hong questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Zen doesn’t seem to be answering the door.” Ada replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Zen! Zen! Are you in there?” Hong shouted while knocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just at the moment, Qin came out from the room next to Zen’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s with the noise?” Qin asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Zen isn’t answering the door. He doesn’t usually do that.” Hong answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can it be that he is sleeping too soundly?” Qin advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, everyone from the living room came to the second floor due to the fuss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong?” Looze wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Zen isn’t answering the door.” Qin replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s weird. Zen doesn’t do that.” Tuan commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Could it be that something happened? Is there a master key?” Souno asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes there is. I shall go get it.” Hong ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t find it anywhere!” Hong shouted as they ran back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No choice, we have to break down the door.” Raul advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raul, Gregson and Souno stood in front of the door. At the count of 3, the door broke down. But, that revealed a shocking scene in front of everyone’s eye. The body of Zen was at the foot of his bed on the floor. Covered with blood and a knife right in his chest, Zen was murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze and Steven rushed towards the body. Gregson took out his phone. Raul put on his gloves. Souno brought the 4 hosts back to the living room. Ada and Amy stayed outside. The detectives were ready to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2348471231301722233?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2348471231301722233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2348471231301722233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2348471231301722233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2348471231301722233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2011/12/tales-of-tale-6-part-1.html' title='The tales of tale 6 part 1'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2dVbE-ayoik/TuhUWRh-kwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TnKkPJZdkwQ/s72-c/asis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-7952580492453322036</id><published>2011-07-13T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T22:49:23.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_bfhl8brzxw/Th2slN8RWKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bFuU88cRjjo/s1600/crimescene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_bfhl8brzxw/Th2slN8RWKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bFuU88cRjjo/s400/crimescene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628844864680581282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tales of Tale: The Science Code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the weekends and Looze, Rachel, along with Rachel’s best friend Kimberly were going for a science exhibition held at Gallant City Exhibition Hall. Rachel had seen the advertisement for this exhibition last Friday in the newspapers and had taken in much interest. So she decided to call for her best friend and Looze to go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looze! Remember not to be late for the science exhibition!” Rachel reminded Looze over the phone 2 hours before they were suppose to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, okay! You don’t have to remind me again and again.” Looze replied with an irritated voice and then hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, Looze, Rachel and Kimberly met outside the entrance of Gallant City Exhibition Hall. Looze had worn his favourite white polo shirt with a pair of jeans. Rachel wore a blue top and blue shirt while Kimberly wore a green dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rachel!” Kimberly shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kimberly!” Rachel shouted while hugging Kimberly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Must girls always hug each other everytime they see each other?” Looze wondered with an irritated face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they started too move into the exhibition hall. Inside the exhibition hall, they saw many interesting things that appeared to be unknown to the world. Of course, Looze had the knowledge of every single object being displayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh look! The human skeleton! I never thought the human skeleton was made up of so many bones!” Rachel yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Human adults have 206 bones in our skeleton, while an infant has 350 bones in their skeleton. The bones of an infant fuses together as he grows up. And more than half of the 206 bones are found in our hands and feet.” Looze commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really? Amazing! I never knew bones fuses together as we grow up since a baby.” Kimberly shouted excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kimberly, I saw a section right at the corner about medicine making. Let’s go check it out!” yelled Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Kimberly took off towards the medicine making section. And found out what processes are involved in medicine making. They even get to find out different part of the body of an elephant, lion and other animals in the animals section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze blindly followed them around the exhibition. Then, one the displays in the exhibition struck his interest. He walked up towards a huge chart with the names and chemical formulas of every single compound that have been discovered on Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is that Looze?” Rachel asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A chart on all the compounds that have been discovered on earth!” Looze replied with his eyes stuck to the chart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They must have spent a whole lot of time getting this chart done.” Looze thought to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You seemed very interested in that, young man.” a voice came from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, yes. I’m very curious to know how long it took to complete chart.” Looze said out his thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hahaha, well, this really took us some time. Around a year I could say.” the man of the same voice replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You call a year ‘some time’? It’s so long!” Kimberly shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it’s for the exhibition after all. Let me introduce. My name is Ray Powell, the person who had opened this science exhibition.” the same man introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, don’t forget I helped on completing the chart too!” a female voice came from across the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who is she?” Rachel asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That is my student. Crystal Lane.” Mr Ray replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Student? What do you mean?” Looze questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself clearly enough. I am a professor at a university in London. My students and I had prepared this exhibition. Other than Crystal, I have another student who is here today too. There she is, meet Caroline Oliver.” Mr Ray explained and pointed to Caroline whom was walking towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I heard my name professor. Are you talking bad about me behind my back?” Caroline asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course not! Why would I do that? I was only introducing you to these teenagers here.” Mr Ray explained to Caroline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You better not be talking behind my back.” Caroline joked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, I shall be going to the staff office now. I need to prepare for a presentation later.” Mr Ray waved goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is a staff office here?” Looze asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, it is located right beside the washrooms on the left.” Caroline explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looze, can we continue to look at the rest of the displays?” Rachel asked impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, alright. Let’s go.” Looze confirmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the 3 of them continued to tour around the exhibition hall. Most of the displays fascinated both Kimberly and Rachel, but none fascinated Looze. Looze was only fascinated by the chart of compounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long later, an announcement spread across the exhibition hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To all visitors, the presentation by Mr Ray Powell will be starting soon. Please kindly move to the presentation area before the presentation starts. Thank you.” the announcement ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quick, let’s go to the presentation area. I don’t want to miss out any seats available.” Rachel yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, many people were seated and waiting for Mr Ray to start the presentation. But minutes passed by and Mr Ray did not showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is taking Mr Ray so long?” Kimberly wondered out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AHHHHHHHHH!” a sudden scream broke out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze jumped out from his seat and quickly ran over to where the scream was. As expected, the scream gave hint to what Looze would be getting him into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right behind the doors of the staff office, was Mr Ray himself lying on the ground with a knife stabbed into his abdomen. A pool of blood was surrounding the bloody man. Looze went towards Mr Ray and checked on his pulse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quick, call the police! Mr Ray is dead.” Looze demanded Caroline who had let out the scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the police were on their way, Looze reminded everyone to not step into the crime scene. He even asked both Kimberly and Rachel to stop anyone from going in, while he examines the room and the corpse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, there was something left behind in the crime scene. Right beside the fingers of Mr Ray was a code left behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says – 6 18 8 3 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The code was written by Mr Ray using his own blood. Looze continued to look for more clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The room isn’t messy. Mr Ray doesn’t seem to have any bruises on him. It doesn’t show a sign of resistance. Most probably, he was murdered by someone that he is familiar with.” Looze thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And what does 6 18 8 3 10 stands for? Is this a dying message? Or is this left by the culprit?” Looze questioned himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze walked towards the entrance to see is any possible clues are left there. But from afar, one man peered into the room suspiciously and Looze thought he might be connected to the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, sirens of the patrol cars can be heard. The police officer came into the crime scene and familiar faces were acknowledged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good to see you Inspector Max.” Looze gave a wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You again Looze?” Inspector Max frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright everyone, let’s get to work.” Inspector Max commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what have you found out Looze?” Officer Tommy questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr Ray Powell might have been killed by someone he is familiar with. And the numbers written by him might be a dying message that could help us find out who the culprit is.” Looze answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look at the pool of blood. Blood must have been splattered at the culprit.” Officer Tommy commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then we should do a luminol test on our suspects’ clothing. Do you have anyone that is being suspected Looze?” Officer Scarlett added on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Crystal Lane and Caroline Oliver are suspected. But I doubt there will be a positive luminol test.” said Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who are they? And what do you mean?” Inspector Max questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Both of them are Mr Ray’s student in a university in London. They are just right at the entrance.” Looze introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And the culprit must have used something to cover over his or her body like a raincoat or had changed their clothes.” Looze continued replying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what I suggest is to look for something like that.” Looze suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright everyone, search the whole exhibition hall for something that can be used to cover the body or discarded clothing that are covered in blood!” Inspector Max ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze walked out of the crime scene and toward the exhibition hall. He took a deep breath and started thinking hard. Then again, he saw the same man who was peering into the staff office earlier on. The expression on the man’s face was all anxious and frightened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze continued walking down the exhibition hall. Soon, he passed by the chart of compounds. He looked up and observed the chart. Then, a sudden strike of deductions came into his mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now I know, now I know who the murderer is! But, I need to have concrete evidence. The problem is how?” Looze wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze walked back to the crime scene, hoping that he would find any evidence. As he was walking back, he saw the same man again, hanging around outside the entrance of the staff office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the staff office, Officer Scarlett was questioning both Crystal and Caroline. She took down all the notes from her questions. Suddenly, Officer Scarlett dropped her pen. Caroline bent down to help Officer Scarlett picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you.” Officer Scarlett thanked Caroline with a wide smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a blink of an eye, Looze gave a wide smile. He walked towards Officer Tommy and whispered into his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Officer Tommy, could you do me a favour?” Looze pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, what do you need?” Officer Tommy agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I would like you to find an important evidence. A very important evidence for this murder case…” Looze smiled.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, Officer Tommy came back reporting to Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what have you found out?” Looze asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s confirmed. It is indeed as you had guessed. But how did you know?” Officer Tommy reported with doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I shall explain later. But first, could you ask Inspector Max, Officer Scarlett and the two suspects to gather here? Call Kimberly and Rachel in as well, including him. I shall announce who the murderer is.” Looze gave a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much longer later, everyone gathered at the staff office. Looze prepared to make his deduction speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are we all gathered here?” Crystal asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is because I am going to reveal who the murderer is.” Looze replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Reveal who the murderer is? Who do you think you are?” Crystal laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Looze Tale, a detective!” Looze pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looze Tale? That famous high school detective?” Caroline was stupefied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, time for me to reveal who the murderer is. And it is one of the two of you!” Looze pointed to Crystal and Caroline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you crazy? One of us is the murderer?” Caroline replied agitatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, it is one of you. And I would be glad to say that it is you, Miss Caroline.” Looze announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Me? How can it be me?!” Caroline denied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You see the numbers on the floor that is written by Mr Ray? That is actually a dying message that points out to you. The numbers 6 18 8 3 10 actually spells out your name.” Looze deduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is very easy. The number represents the atomic mass of five of the elements in the periodic table. The element with an atomic mass of 6 is Carbon. The element with atomic mass of 18 is Argon. 8 will be Oxygen, with 3 be Lithium and 10 be Neon.” Looze further explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you were to change those elements into their chemical formula, while keeping the numbers in the order that is written, that will give C, Ar, O, Li and Ne. This would spell out C-A-R-O-L-I-N-E, which points out to you, Miss Caroline.” Looze added on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh… No way, but, that doesn’t mean I am the real murderer. Crystal can be the murderer too!” Caroline denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That would be impossible. This is because Miss Crystal is with his ex-boyfriend during the time of murder.” Officer Tommy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Could you please come out, Mr Johnson?” Officer Tommy ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same suspicious man appeared from behind the walls and admitted that he was actually with Miss Crystal during the time of murder. He was trying to patch up with Crystal when they had broken up few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He can be lying too! He is Crystal’s ex-boyfriend! He can be covering for her!” Caroline shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where is your bracelet may I ask?” Looze let out a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What does my bracelet got anything to do with the case?” Caroline panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I had first met you, you were wearing your diamond bracelet on your right hand. But just now when you were picking up Officer Scarlett’s pen, I saw that the bracelet was gone.” Looze explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I… I… I had taken it out. It was getting a little uncomfortable on my wrist.” Caroline stuttered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then would you mind taking it out for us to have a luminol test on it? I am sure that it would react with the blood that had been splattered on it while you killed Mr Ray. Even if you had cleaned it thoroughly, it wouldn’t work. Luminol is very sensitive to human blood.” Looze countered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s right… I kill him. It was because he had always been bias to Crystal! He always neglected me, never thought about me. He even wanted to ask Crystal to be his assistant! I could not stand it, that’s why…” Caroline fell onto her knees, crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline was taken away into the patrol cars, looking at the scene, Looze let out a sigh, wanting to know why people want to commit crimes. Rachel and Kimberly stood beside Looze, looking at the sad scene of another person being taken away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- END ---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-7952580492453322036?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7952580492453322036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=7952580492453322036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/7952580492453322036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/7952580492453322036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2011/07/tales-of-tale-science-code-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_bfhl8brzxw/Th2slN8RWKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/bFuU88cRjjo/s72-c/crimescene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-5918792283897767747</id><published>2011-06-07T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:50:04.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tales of Tale 4 : Kidnapped of a Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Gu8b-X1j5A/Te30KiDgcxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YGlzvosBGxw/s1600/Detective.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Gu8b-X1j5A/Te30KiDgcxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YGlzvosBGxw/s400/Detective.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615412772178260754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tales of Tale: Kidnapped of a Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Intro ---&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, small little kid, I have come to get you!” the creepy voice of the kidnapper got across a dark warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want from me?” the innocent Sarah asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want money and… YOUR LIFE!” the kidnapper grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No! Daddy! Help me!” Sarah shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Story ---&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, police from the Gallant City district stopped by a house of the owner named Kelvin Jones. Apparently, the daughter of Kelvin Jones, Sarah Jones had been kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Afternoon Mr Kelvin, I am Inspector Max from the Police of Gallant City district. This is Officer Tommy and Officer Scarlett. We will be helping you in finding you daughter.” Inspector Max greeted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you so much! Please, you need to find my daughter!” Mr Kelvin wailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, let’s find a place to sit down and talk about it.” Inspector Max suggested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they came to a small coffee table and they sat on the sofa and talked over about the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“First of all Mr Kelvin, may I know when did you find out your daughter had been kidnapped?” Inspector Max questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Today, at around 7pm, I got back home from work. I realized that my daughter was not at home. I thought she would be playing hide-and-seek with me, so I went around the house searching.” Mr Kelvin explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just a few minutes later, I received a call from the kidnapper saying: &lt;br /&gt;‘Evening Mr Kelvin, I have your daughter Sarah with me. Hehe.’ &lt;br /&gt;I was very shocked and yelled at the kidnapper: ‘Where is Sarah?! Give her back to me!’ ” Mr Kelvin continued explaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So? What did the kidnapper reply?” Inspector Max questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What he replied really shocked me. He said: ‘If you wan your daughter back, prepare US$ 40,000,000. You can call the police if you want, I won’t stop you. I will call you back later.’ And, that’s when he hung up.” Mr Kelvin replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That is indeed a very weird to say for a kidnapper, normally, a kidnapper wouldn’t want the police to be informed.” Officer Scarlett commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is weird, what is the exact motive of the kidnapper? Is it really just money that he wants? Or is it something else?” Officer Tommy suspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We will definitely help you, don’t worry Mr Kelvin. Tommy, Scarlett, go set up the tracking device now, we will need to be prepare when he calls.” Inspector Max commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Sir!” Both Officer Tommy and Scarlett replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Looze, whom was walking back from home from a nearby department store, came across Mr Kelvin’s house. He glanced around and saw a Police car. He was wondering is something had happened. So he went into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright! We are all set! Let’s wait for the kidnapper to call.” Inspector Max commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did someone get kidnapped Inspector?” Looze questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looze! What are you doing here?” Inspector Max asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I saw a Police car outside, and I wondered if I could help. The door was not locked, that’s why I came in.” Looze answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tommy! Why didn’t you lock the door?” Inspector Max yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think, I kind of forget.” Officer Tommy scratched his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Inspector Max and the others explained the situation to Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Indeed, this is weird. Anyway, Mr Kelvin, are the both of you the only one living here?” Looze asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, why do you ask that?” Mr Kelvin wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I came into the house, I saw a few other shoes at your door step. From the looks of it, it should be another woman and a male.” Looze replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, that true. My wife lives here too. I have a butler that lives in this house with us.” Mr Kelvin replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May I know where the both of them are now?” Looze questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My wife is on work overseas. As for my butler, I had asked him to go to the bank to retrieve the money once the kidnapper called me.” Mr Kelvin explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Master! I’m back. Ohh, looks like you have called the police. And who might this young man be?” the butler asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Allow me to introduce, this is my butler, Mr Kane.” Mr Kelvin introduces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Looze, a detective!” Looze smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ohh! You are the famous High School Detective!” Mr Kane was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here’s the money Master Kelvin.” Mr Kane passed the money to Mr Kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, thank you. Now we wait for the phone call.” Mr Kelvin speaks as he checked the amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as they waited, everyone thinks that the kidnapper would not be calling at all. But they were wrong, 3 hours past as the phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, tracking device activated, you may answer now. And try to drag the conversation long, so that we can track him down.” Inspector Max commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, Mr Kelvin speaking.” Mr Kelvin answered the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you got the money ready?” the kidnapper asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, what is that sound?” Looze wondered to himself as he heard something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, yes I have. Where is my daughter?” Mr Kelvin answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, take the money and bring it to Gallant Park. Place it in front of the water fountain. I shall call you again.” The kidnapper hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello? Hello?! Damn it!” Mr Kelvin was upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector Max glanced towards Officer Tommy. Officer Tommy shook his head, indicating that the kidnapper was unable to be tracked down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Master, we need to go now, Missy might be in trouble is we don’t put the money by the time the kidnapper calls.” Mr Kane pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s right, let’s go now!” Mr Kelvin shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please wait a minute Mr Kelvin! I know who the kidnapper is and he is right inside this house!” Looze shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?! Is it really true Looze?” Inspector Max suspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, and the kidnapper is, the butler of the house, MR KANE!” Looze pointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you saying?! I can’t be the kidnapper at all!” the face of the butler turned pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Officer Tommy, I would like you to replay the recorded phone call just now. Also, adjust the background volume to be higher and making the kidnapper’s and Mr Kelvin’s voice as low as possible.” Looze commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector Max turned his head to Officer Tommy and nodded, allowing Officer Tommy to do what Looze had asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, here it goes.” Officer Tommy pushed the play button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, Mr Kelvin speaking. Have you got the money ready? Yes, yes I have. Where is my daughter? Alright, take the money and bring it to Gallant Park. Place it in front of the water fountain. I shall call you again.” the recorded phone call played with the background volume higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What was that all about?” Inspector Max and Mr Kelvin asked at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just as I suspected, the background noise was the conversation between the kidnapper and Mr Kelvin itself. This means that the kidnapper that was calling must be nearby this house somewhere.” Looze indicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But that doesn’t mean I am the kidnapper!” Mr Kane protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Still trying to deny? May I ask you what is in your left pocket?” Looze questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh… Nothing at all!” Mr Kane’s face once turned pale again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May I check your pocket please Mr Kane?” Inspector Max asked while reach his hands into the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hands of Inspector Max came out, he was holding two things. One it was a voice recorder. Two, it was a hand phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is the meaning of this?!” Mr Kelvin asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Very simple, basically, he placed both things inside his left pocket, and then called the number of this house. When Mr Kelvin you, had answered, he started playing the voice recorder which he recorded the kidnapper’s voice.” Looze explained it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t that right Mr Kane?” Looze looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tommy! Play the recorder.” Inspector Max ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, Mr Kelvin speaking. Have you got the money ready? Alright, take the money and bring it to Gallant Park. Place it in front of the water fountain. I shall call you again.” the recorder played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There you have it everyone.” Looze commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But how did you know?” Mr Kane asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The whole time Mr Kelvin was speaking to the kidnapper, you had your left hand inside your left pocket the whole time. You took it out immediately after the call had ended. Not only that, the volume of the voice of the kidnapper also decreased at one point. I figured that it wasn’t a real person and was really a recording.” Looze deduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Very impressive young detective, but I’m afraid that you wouldn’t have much time left. My partner may be killing her now! Muahahahaha.” The butler laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What did you do to my daughter?! Damn you!” Mr Kelvin punched Mr Kane right in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No worries, haven’t you notice Officer Scarlett isn’t around for a long time? I had sent her to find Sarah, after all, I figured out where you took her to.” Looze smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mean time, Officer Scarlett got off her car and rushed down towards a storage warehouse behind a field filled with flowers. Officer Scarlett kicked down the door with her powerful legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kidnapper was shocked when he saw Officer Scarlett, he fought her, but the skills of Officer Scarlett was of no match to the kidnapper, he fell onto the floor and Officer Scarlett handcuffed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you Sarah? I’m a police officer.” Officer Scarlett said to Sarah gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes I am. Thank you for saving me!” Sarah hugged Officer Scarlett. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, everyone including Mr Kane arrive at the storage warehouse where Sarah was kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Daddy!” Sarah ran towards her father and hugged him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looze, how did you know she was hidden here?” Officer Scarlett asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Very easy, look at Mr Kane pants. At the end of it you can see some soil attached to it. If you were to look closely, you can actually see pollens on the soil too. Since this is the only place in Gallant City where flowers are commonly found, I figured this would be the place.” Looze explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But there are other places where there would be a field and flowers.” Officer Scarlett suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know, but if you were to see the timeline, Sarah has school from 7am to 2pm. The kidnapper must have kidnapped her after 2pm onwards, and since the butler couldn’t have been gone from home for too long, the place where they have hidden Sarah must not be far from Gallant City.” Looze deduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And the most important clue is that, they wanted Mr Kelvin to place the money in Gallant Park, which told me that the kidnapper must be in Gallant City.” Looze continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m impressed Looze, we shall continue working together. Thanks for everything.” Officer Scarlett headed towards her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the police officers brought the two culprits back to the police station in their police cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you so much Looze, I do not know how to thank you more.” Mr Kelvin shook his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t really want much, but could you drive me back to my house?” Looze laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- End ---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-5918792283897767747?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5918792283897767747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=5918792283897767747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5918792283897767747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5918792283897767747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2011/06/tales-of-tale-4-kidnapped-of-girl.html' title='The tales of Tale 4 : Kidnapped of a Girl'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Gu8b-X1j5A/Te30KiDgcxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YGlzvosBGxw/s72-c/Detective.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-2223622317260291118</id><published>2011-03-25T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:20:23.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tales of Tale: The Toughest Case Yet (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNXNUjkzzqA/TYxeTEIOypI/AAAAAAAAAG0/COZ-GXLwyeU/s1600/cs.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNXNUjkzzqA/TYxeTEIOypI/AAAAAAAAAG0/COZ-GXLwyeU/s400/cs.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587944919278733970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tales of Tale: The Toughest Case Yet (Part 4) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Recap ---&lt;br /&gt;Many things had happened after Looze and his classmates step onto the campsite. First, Mr Winton, their bus driver got killed. Next, Mrs Jenny, the dormitory manager was murdered. Who is the murderer? Read this to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Story ---&lt;br /&gt;Looze went back to the storage room to investigate again once more. From there we looked around the body, including around the things that’s had fallen all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he was looking through, he found a bloody glove hidden under a cardboard box. He took out his glove and put it on. That would help him to prevent leaving any fingerprints on the scene. He picked up the pair of glove and sniffed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just as I suspected, it also have the smell of the cologne or deodorant that was on Mr Winston’s hand. Both murderers are the same person.” Looze smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he placed back the glove, he sensed someone spying on him from behind. He walked out of the storage room and looked opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait a minute, isn’t that the toilet beside the dormitory counter table?” Looze questioned himself while looking opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze quickly rushed back to the dormitory counter. Just as he entered, he saw Peter standing in front of the counter table. Looze went up towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Peter, can I ask you some questions?” Looze asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh sure. What is it?” Peter responded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is this the only toilet in the dormitory?” Looze questioned as he pointed beside the counter table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes. We only have one around here. Why?” Peter wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t it a little less for the campers?” Looze replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh no, if you were to go inside, it is actually very big. Each won’t have to wait long until they are able to bathe. At least 10 of them can fit in.” Peter explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing what Peter had said, Looze went into to toilet. He was surprised at how big the toilet was. But, the toilet felt a little suspicious. Looze saw a small window about 3 metres high at the end of the toilet. He walked towards it and saw some water droplets on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Water droplets? They are still fresh.” Looze felt the water droplets that had been formed on the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Someone must have been here looking out of the window, most probably spying on me just now.” Looze imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze opened the window looked around the frame of the window. To his surprise, he found something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is soil. What is it doing here?” Looze looked at the bottom of the frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It must have come from the ground just outside here.” Looze put his head out of the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze ran back to the storage room. He went towards the wall which had the toilet’s window. He closely examined the wall and actually found footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The food prints are 3 metres above ground level. Someone must have used this to climb into the toilet or, out of it…” Looze thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now I know who the murderer is. But, I need to find evidence to prove it!” Looze ran off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Looze enter into the dormitory counter area with a wide smile on his face. Looze saw Miss Winnie and walked to her to ask a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Miss Winnie, do you mind helping me? Could you help by call everyone, including the works of this dormitory to gather here?” Looze pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, sure.” Miss Winnie replied with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No long later, everyone gathered at the counter area. Most of Looze’s classmates were discussing if Looze had solved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks for gathering everyone. Now, it’s time for me to reveal the real murderer!” Looze snapped his finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Revelation ---&lt;br /&gt;“Is it true? Is it true you have found the murderer?” Rachel questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I thought the murderer was Souno?!” Limmy shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Souno is innocent. The murderer is a really smart one. I almost got tricked by her tricks.” Looze said with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The murderer is a ‘her’?” Souno asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, that’s right. And the only one capable of killing and is a female is you. Isn’t that right Miss Melody?” Looze deduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you saying?! You are saying I am the murderer?!” Melody reacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And yes I am. Let me start from the death of Mr Winston. If I am not wrong you are actually dating with him isn’t it? And he had cheated you by spending all your money on other women. Actually why you killed him is what Mrs Jenny had confessed. Everything Mrs Jenny had confessed actually happened on you, not her.” Looze let out his deduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And what about that? It doesn’t prove I killed both of them! And how did I kill Mrs Jenny?!” Melody yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As for Mrs Jenny, you went to killed her by getting out through the toilet’s window. The toilet’s window is directly opposite the storage room. You can get there easily within 30 seconds. And after you kill her, you get in through the toilet window again. And also, during the point of time Mrs Jenny went to the storage room, you had gone to the toilet.” Looze countered with his deduction.&lt;br /&gt;“Didn’t Souno go out of the dormitory? He could have done it too!” Melody replied with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes he did. But he had an alibi, my classmates, Teresa and Sharon saw him when they were outside too.” Looze answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And also, the dying message left by Mrs Jenny isn’t Souno. The letter ‘O’ is actually a letter ‘D’. Which spells the word SOUND.” said Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And what does sound have anything got to… Uhh…” Melody stood rooted to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, a beautiful sound can be referred as a Melody. Also, the right index finger of Mr Winston had lipstick on it. He must have gotten it from you when he was struggling and fought with you.” Looze deduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody fall onto her knees and started to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I admit it. It was me. But I didn’t want to really kill him. I just wanted to threaten him to return my money back. When did you suspect me?” Melody confessed with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I suspected you since you said to call the police after looking at the dead Mr Winston. Because you couldn’t have known he had died unless you are the murderer. Also, your trick on using cologne or deodorant was pretty good. It had almost tricked me into thinking the murderer was a male.” Looze giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I see. Cologne? Deodorant? What are you talking about?” Melody asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha-ha, nice try. Miss Winnie, could you bring the keys over from the storage room? We can call the police now. Rachel, mind following Miss Winnie?” Looze asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay sure!” both of them answer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a call to the police station, the police finally came and they took almost a day to fix the bridge that was burned. Miss Melody was brought back to the police station the next day for the taking of her statement.&lt;br /&gt;“Job well done Looze, I never thought you can do it without the police help. Keep it up young detective!” Inspector Max praised Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright everyone! Time to go back! Quick, get into the bus.” Miss Winnie shouted to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got on the bus and was prepared to go home. Just as they were about to leave, the doors of the dormitory main door opened. The eyes of Souno glared at Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmph… That young man, he is not half bad at all.” Souno thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his thoughts went through, his cell phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Boss?” Souno answered the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Watashi wa sore o memo shite kakarimasu. Anata ga shinpai suru hitsuyo wa arimasen.” Souno said in his language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Masaki Souno! Quit talking on the phone. Come and help me now! We’ve got many things to do!” Peter shouted to Souno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright! Coming!” Souno replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Watashi wa sugu ni iku hitsuyo ga aru. Sayonara.” Souno hanged up the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- End ---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2223622317260291118?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2223622317260291118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2223622317260291118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2223622317260291118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2223622317260291118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2011/03/tales-of-tale-toughest-case-yet-part-4.html' title='The tales of Tale: The Toughest Case Yet (Part 4)'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yNXNUjkzzqA/TYxeTEIOypI/AAAAAAAAAG0/COZ-GXLwyeU/s72-c/cs.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-1997363624638098740</id><published>2011-03-21T22:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:16:24.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tales of tale, toughest case part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt0Mo2Zkau0/TYdhmCvBubI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_rjC1xTQ4sc/s1600/handcuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt0Mo2Zkau0/TYdhmCvBubI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_rjC1xTQ4sc/s400/handcuff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586541168973429170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tales of Tale: The Toughest Case Yet (Part 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Recap ---&lt;br /&gt;Looze and his class went for a camp at the mountain side. But as soon as they got there, the bus driver, Mr Winston, was murdered! Mrs Jenny came and confessed that she is the murderer. Looze knows she not and suspects there is a real murderer! Who might the murdere be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Story ---&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, did you hide the keys to the dormitory rooms?” Souno asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea… I had it hidden in the storage room behind this dormitory.” Mrs Jenny replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you go and retrieve it? I need to call my mother in Japan!” Souno cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, alright. I shall go and take you now. Will all of you stay here and wait for me?” Mrs Jenny yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure. May I come along?” Looze asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, Rachel mugged Looze and told him something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You shouldn’t! I can see that she is feeling very down. Let her go alone” Rachel pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh… What if she were to run away?” Looze suspects Mrs Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think she will though…” Rachel answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright then. I shall not go.” Looze decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze turned to face Mrs Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think I would follow you. You shall go alone. But be quick.” Looze said with a strict voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Looze finished, Mrs Jenny walked out and went to take the keys, while still having tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh… It’s so stuffy in here. I shall go take a walk outside.” Souno walked off as he said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give me a moment, I will be back from the washroom.” Melody smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three minutes past, and soon 15 minutes had gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where is Mrs Jenny? Would she take this long to retrieve a bunch of keys?” Rachel shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everyone! Let’s go and take a look!” Looze yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as they stepped into the storage room, what awaits them is a shocking scene. Mrs Jenny was lying on the floor fully covered with blood, having a dagger stabbed into her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this shocking crime scene, Miss Winnie let out a loud scream. The supposed murderer has been killed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just as I suspected, Mrs Jenny is not the real murderer.” Looze commented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean?” Melody asked with a doubtful voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The real murderer is someone else. Mrs Jenny must have seen the real murderer killed Mr Winston. Mrs Jenny tried to cover up for the real murderer, but, after hearing her confessed, the real murderer silenced her to prevent her from saying the truth to the police.” Looze deduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mrs Jenny might have suicide! It may not be the ‘real’ murderer.” Souno yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That is highly impossible. As you can see the mess of this room, Mrs Jenny must have struggled with the real murderer when he or she tried to kill him” Looze countered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who could have killed her?!” Rachel shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know, but I may require some investigating before I know it.” Looze started to walk towards the corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Looze walked closer and closer towards the corpse, something near the body started to get clearer in sight. Just beside the body, was a dying message left by Mrs Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“S – O – U – N – O. SOUNO.” Looze read the dying message out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing the message, everyone turned around and faced Souno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?! How can that be? I didn’t do it!” Souno exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But the evidence is just right there! How can you say that it’s not you?!” Melody shouted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hold on, this might not be it. It might be a trick the murderer had used to frame Souno. But Souno, you are our very first suspect!” Looze stared at Souno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, I understand. But please believe me, I am not the murderer!” Souno exclaimed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At the moment, everyone, let’s get back to the dormitory.” We will discussed everything there” Looze commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, what about the keys?” Peter asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We will have to leave it there, as it is part of the crime scene. Alright everyone, let’s go. Miss Winnie, please lead everyone.” Looze requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, this case is getting much more interesting… But is Souno really the murderer? Or is it someone else who framed him? And also the three things that I wondered just now, it still have not been solved. I need more evidence!” Looze pondered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In the next part! Looze finally solves the case and found out who the murderer is! Do you know who the murderer is? If you don't, stay tuned to find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-1997363624638098740?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1997363624638098740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=1997363624638098740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/1997363624638098740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/1997363624638098740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2011/03/tales-of-tale-toughest-case-part-3.html' title='the tales of tale, toughest case part 3'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt0Mo2Zkau0/TYdhmCvBubI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_rjC1xTQ4sc/s72-c/handcuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-5776783992388547655</id><published>2011-03-11T21:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:15:59.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tales of Tale: The Toughest Case Yet (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_gXcuGEcXA/TXojA1vCOXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3iRkzZFJUBc/s1600/fingerprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_gXcuGEcXA/TXojA1vCOXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3iRkzZFJUBc/s400/fingerprint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582813185410480498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tales of Tale: The Toughest Case Yet (Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Recap ---&lt;br /&gt;Looze and his class went for a camp in the mountain areas. But as soon as they got there, Mr Winston, their bus driver got killed! Who is the murderer? Will Looze solve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Story --- &lt;br /&gt;As the moment passed by, a few strangers from afar started to walk towards them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! What’s the matter here? Why is every one crowded around here?” asked one of the strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked to towards Looze and looked at the dead Mr Winston who is on the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my! We need to call the police!” he shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me, may I know who are you?” Looze questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, sorry about that. My name is Melody, the assistant of the camp dormitory here. This is Peter, he is in charged of the electronics and this is Souno, he’s from Japan and had just joined us. Nice to meet all of you, I assumed you are the students from Gallant Time High School?” Melody replied with a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nice to meet you too. Yes, we are from Gallant Time High school.” Looze replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But what had happened here?! Who is that guy sitting on the toilet bowl?!” Peter exclaimed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“His name is Mr Winston, our bus driver. My friend Rachel found him dead in the toilet a few minutes ago.” Looze explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then, what are you waiting for?! Call the police!” Peter shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We can’t! The phone at the counter had been disconnected and the rooms of the dormitory are locked. No matter how hard we try to bang the door down, we can’t get in to take our mobile phones.” Rachel yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think we have the master keys for the doors. But we need to find the dormitory manager, Mrs Jenny for the keys!” Melody shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, let’s move off to find Mrs Jenny! No one is allowed to get near the crime scene, is that clear?!” Looze commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who do you think you are young man?” Souno asked in a mono tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Looze Tale. A Detective!” Looze smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they moved off to find Mrs Jenny. But to no vial, they cannot find Mrs Jenny anywhere. They then, meet up at the entrance of the dormitory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where can Mrs Jenny be?” Melody questioned with a worried face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s find her again later, bring every one inside to the counter of the dormitory and wait. If the murderer is still here, we might be in danger if we stay out for too long.” Peter advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as everyone entered, Looze and some other male classmates tried to bang down the door together at one go. But they had no chance. The door was just like it had been made of metal. Looze gave up and wandered around the counter area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This mystery had too many unsolved points. Firstly, why was Mr Winston killed in the toilet? Secondly, how did the murderer get to know him? And lastly! Why did that person say such words?!” Looze thought deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze knew there were more to this mystery. He went back to the crime scene to investigate further more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh… What’s this?” Looze looked into the fingers of Mr Winston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lipstick? It has dried up already… Hmm…” Looze felt and smelled the substance on the right index finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If I am not wrong, the murderer should be a female… But who?” Looze wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze went around the corpse to look around more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No way… This smell on the left hand… Cologne? Deodorant? Definitely a man’s product. Now the murderer might be a man too. This is hard…” Looze sighed and went back to the dormitories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Looze entered the dormitory’s counter, everyone was quiet and looking shocked. Mrs Jenny returned and was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What happened?” Looze asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The murderer… is… Mrs Jenny…” Rachel yelled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze looked towards Mrs Jenny with a doubtful face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is this true? Mrs Jenny?” Looze asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes it is. I had killed Mr Winston.” Mrs Jenny replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But why confess now?” Looze questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I had thought about it over and over again. And I had decided to confess.” Mrs Jenny broke into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I had known Mr Winston since the second year Gallant Time High School had been working with us for camps. Mr Winston had been the bus driver for camps since that time. Ever since we became good friends and we even started to date each other.” Mrs Jenny brought up the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But until last month, I found out that he had been cheating on my money and I. He had been using the money I gave him to date some other women. He even broke up with me. I hated him ever since.” Mrs Jenny sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So you killed him because of this?” asked Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes. After I found out that he will be driving a new class for camp this year again, I planned a strategy to murder him. And that is to call him to the toilet and stab him in his heart.” she exclaimed with anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But, after killed him, I felt guilty, as I still loved him. That is why I confessed. I am very sorry…” Mrs Jenny cried and fell on her knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh… No, this is not it. The way she said it, I know she’s lying. She must be covering up for someone. But who is it? Who is the murderer?!” Looze wondered angrily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-5776783992388547655?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5776783992388547655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=5776783992388547655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5776783992388547655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5776783992388547655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2011/03/tales-of-tale-toughest-case-yet-part.html' title='The tales of Tale: The Toughest Case Yet (Part 2)'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_gXcuGEcXA/TXojA1vCOXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3iRkzZFJUBc/s72-c/fingerprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-6573748820523617125</id><published>2011-02-14T21:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:15:28.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The toughest case yet part 1 (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nz9df6Z4Qo/TVkud2RKbXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/M8RODAr4WB4/s1600/murder-scene.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nz9df6Z4Qo/TVkud2RKbXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/M8RODAr4WB4/s400/murder-scene.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573537104166284658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tales of Tale: The Toughest Case Yet (Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Intro ---&lt;br /&gt;There is no shape to flowing water. There is no figure to flowing wind. No matter the case, the deductions are free. Perceiving the one and only truth, a high school student which the intellect of Sherlock Holmes. His name is, Detective Looze! In this series, what would Looze face? New challenges? New Mysteries? This might be the toughest case ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Story ---&lt;br /&gt;Looze and his classmates were on a bus, making a trip to a camp site. They were going to have a camp for 3 days and 2 nights. The bus was full of noises as everyone were chatting and having lots of fun. Even the class’ teacher, Miss Winnie can’t stop them. Soon, the bus crosses over a wooden bridge where it connects from the main road to the camp site. The camp site was around the mountain area where everything was quiet and isolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Looze! What do you thing we will be doing today?” asked Limmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmmm, maybe some night forest walking?” Looze giggled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t joke around like that!” Limmy yelled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they moved off into a dormitory, where they would be staying in. The dormitory was kind of small barely enough to fit a class of 30 people inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, a resort? I thought we were staying in tents.” said Rachel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “I thought so too. And it’s really really small.” Looze complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a minute later, the dormitory manager came to welcome them into the dormitory. Everyone gathered and went to place their bags into the dormitory, where males and females were separated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as they finished packing, Looze saw the bus driver, Mr Winston walking towards the back of the dormitory through the windows. He thought he was just going to the toilet which was behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gathered back outside the dormitory to prepare for their first activity which they will be doing, which was, field cooking. So soon as they were about to start, something terrible happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahhhhhhh!” a scream broke out from the toilet which was behind the dormitory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze dashed towards the toilet and saw Rachel staring into the toilet with her face pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What happened?!” Looze shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The bus driver…” Rachel pointed into the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze looked into the toilet and saw Mr Winston sitting on the toilet bowl with a knife stabbed into the heart. It was an immediate death. Everyone else gathered around to see what was happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everyone! Do not take any more steps here! We have to maintain this crime scene as it is before the police arrive!” Looze shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Miss Winnie! Quick! Call the police!” Looze commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Al… Al… Alright!” Miss Winnie gasped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze took out his camera, which he brought for taking sceneries to take photo of the corpse. Then, he went to do some investigation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The door wasn’t forced open, so, the murderer must either be someone he knew or had been in the toilet all along.” Looze thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Miss Winnie came running back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looze! The connection line of the dormitory’s telephone has been cut off by someone!” Miss Winnie shouted while taking her breaths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No way! How about your hand phone?” Looze asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t bring it along with me to the camp.” Miss Winnie replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anyone had their hand phones right now?” Looze asked everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, everyone had their phones in the bag which is inside the dormitory.” said one of Looze’s classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, Rachel ran towards Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve checked. The doors to our rooms are locked. I tried kicking the door down, it doesn’t work. And the bridge that connects from the main road to here has been burned down.” Rachel reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?! No way! Even a black belt can’t kick down the door?” Limmy cried.&lt;br /&gt;*Rachel is a black belt in karate*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn it! I guess the murderer is trying to trap us here. I guess there might be more murdering.” Looze said with a worried face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-6573748820523617125?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6573748820523617125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=6573748820523617125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/6573748820523617125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/6573748820523617125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2011/02/toughest-case-yet-part-1.html' title='The toughest case yet part 1 (part 1)'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nz9df6Z4Qo/TVkud2RKbXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/M8RODAr4WB4/s72-c/murder-scene.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-6579137311789695832</id><published>2010-12-08T23:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T21:58:31.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moving Dead Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/TP-mAJ7mHYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NPheJQv5UWo/s1600/crime%2Bscene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/TP-mAJ7mHYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NPheJQv5UWo/s400/crime%2Bscene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548335787539832194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tales of Tale: The Moving Dead Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like any other day, Looze went to school. But for today, his school would have an early dismissal as there will be visitors from other countries coming in. So as the school bell rang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looze! Where are you going? Wanna go out together?” asked Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;*Rachel is Looze’s childhood friend, and also his love interest.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Rachel. I’m going home. Where do you wanna go?” asked Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm, let’s go to Tropical Land! I heard its lots of fun there!” exclaimed Rachel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hah, alright. Let’s meet together outside your house at 2pm okay?” Looze smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okays!” Rachel replied with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both of them went home and prepared for the outing at Tropical Land.&lt;br /&gt;At 1.50pm, Looze stepped out of his house and walk to Rachel’s house to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;*Tropical Land is a theme park specialized in this series.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ding… Dong…” Looze pressed the door bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rach! I’m here to pick you up!” Looze shouted.&lt;br /&gt;*Rach is a nickname Looze calls Rachel.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright! I’m coming!” Rachel replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel opened the door and came out. She wore a red shirt and yellow pants, and even wore a pair of blue sneaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay let’s go!” Rachel smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them walk together on the street just like a lovely couple until they reach Tropical Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! Let’s take the roller coaster!” said Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, if you want.” Looze smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a man with sunglasses and a cap walked past and knocked onto Looze. He apologized immediately with his head down and walked quickly away. Looze looked at him thinking that he is suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them went on the ride and had great fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, what do you wan to do next?” asked Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not sure, how about that?” Rachel pointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahhhhhhh!” a scream broke out, out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze turned his head towards where the scream was coming from and ran towards it. Rachel followed close behind him.&lt;br /&gt;They reached the place and saw a woman with a shocked face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong?” Looze asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Over in the bushes. A dead man.” the woman replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze turned towards the dead man. He was the same person who had knocked onto Looze before he went for the ride. There was a bullet wound on his head and he was sitting on a chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A shot straight to his head, an instant kill.” Looze thought to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rach, call the police!” Looze shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later, the police arrived with Inspector Max, Officer Tommy and Doctor James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“According to the victim’s identity card, he is Jordon Nash. Age 39 and is working as an engineer.” Inspector Max said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The death blow would be the shot straight to his head Inspector. After conducting an autopsy we believe he died 30 to 45 minutes ago.” Doctor James reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That is impossible. We saw him 20 minutes ago.” Loose shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?! You saw the victim? Oh, it’s you Loose.” said Inspector Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes definitely, Rachel saw it too. Right?” asked Loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, we indeed saw him.” Rachel nodded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure you didn’t see the wrong person?” Inspector Max questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A 5 minutes ride, and around 5 minutes for the police to arrived, 5 minutes to queue up and wait for our ride. And including the amount of time we took from the roller coaster to here. It takes around 20 minutes.” Loose calculated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We saw the victim too. Just 10 minutes ago!” one of the gathered people shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You guys too? Don’t tell me the victim revived?” Inspector Max joked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That is stupid. For someone to revive.” Loose thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t that Jordon?” one female said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, it is. What happened?” one male replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me, do you know the victim?” Officer Tommy asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, we do. The 3 of us came here together” the female replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And may I know who the both of you are?” Inspector Max questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am Christine John, Jordon’s work mate.” Christine replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can call me Jimmy, Jimmy New. I am also their work mate.” said Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May I know why the 3 of you came here?” Inspector Max asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We came here just to relax ourselves after completing a tough project.” Christine replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Inspector, isn’t it weird for someone to die on a chair, especially inside a bush?” Looze questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s what I have been wondering from the start.” Inspector Max replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Miss, may I know how did you happen to find the corpse?” Looze ask the woman who found the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was going to the toilet. I saw someone sitting there. I thought he was just sitting there looking at the sky. But after I came out from the toilet, he was still sitting there s the same position before I went in. So I went to take a look and found out he was dead.” the woman answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze walked into the bushes to examine the body and the surrounding area so that he could find some clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh… Wait a minute… Where are his sunglasses and cap? I remember he was wearing it when I saw him.” Looze wondered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me sir, when you saw him 10 minutes ago, was he wearing a sunglasses and a cap?” Looze asked one of those to claim to have seen the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come to think of it, yes, he was wearing one.” he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze continued to examine the body. He glanced through the body and found something weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If I remember correctly, when I saw the victim, his watch was worn on the right hand. But now, he is wearing it on the left hand.” Looze thought through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Inspector! We have found the murder weapon. It was found inside a rubbish bin beside the washroom. It had a silencer attached to it.” Officer Tommy reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That must be why no one heard a gunshot. Send it straight to check for fingerprints.” Inspector Max ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes sir!” Officer Tommy took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze went about to examine the chair the victim was sitting on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“UH… What’s this? Makeup foundation?” Looze looked at the victim’s pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze turned around and looked at the person he suspected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Heh, I got it. I know who the murderer is!” Looze smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- DO YOU KNOW WHO THE MURDERER IS? -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Inspector, I am pretty sure who the culprit is.” Looze shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that was gathered was shocked and was eager to know who the culprit is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looze, you sure you know who the culprit is?” Rachel asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Haaa… I am very sure. I even have proof that he is the one.” Looze replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Could you tell us who the culprit is already?” Christine asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Very well then. If you really want to know. The culprit is you! Jimmy New!” Looze snapped his fingers and pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy face turned pale white upon hearing the news. He was shivering with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How can you say that?! Do you have proof that I did it?” Jimmy stuttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You want proof? I have plenty. But first let me explain the occurance of the victim that was seen by me and others.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“First of all, the one that we saw was not the victim at all. It was you who is the one in disguise. Notice that the victim now isn’t wearing his sunglasses and his cap compared to when I saw him?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That is because you were wearing the exact same outfit as him in disguise. And in order not to leak your face to others, you wore a sunglasses and a cap.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Secondly, the victim now is wearing his watch on his left hand. But when I saw him earlier, he was wearing it on his right hand.” Looze deduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe you have seen wrong and how can you proof that I was the one in disguised?” Jimmy denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sir, can you remember where the victim’s watch was on when you saw him earlier?” Looze ask the man who claim that he had seen the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I pretty much sure it’s on the right hand.” the man answered with no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And earlier on, I saw you picking up your phone and your water bottle with your left hand. This shows that you are left handed. And as left handed people wears watches on their right hand I could say that it you be you.” said Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think you would be satisfied with this as an evidence to be pointing you out to be the culprit. But take a look at the victim’s pants on the right leg. You could see makeup foundation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That must have got there when you carried him over your shoulder. And the pants got stain by makeup foundation that was supposingly from your shirt.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“May I take a look at your shirt sir?” Officer Tommy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, there is makeup foundation on his shirt Inspector!” Officer Tommy reported. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But that doesn’t prove anything!” Jimmy claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about we checked for your fingerprint on the back of the pants where normally no one would touch? Since you touched it when you carried the culprit to the chair…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Heh, well, you must have gotten that makeup foundation from Christine somehow.” Looze replied in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But Looze can you explain the chair?” Inspector Max asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That, you will need to ask Jimmy. I guess it would probably be involved in something that happened before.” Looze answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy fell to the ground on his knees. He started let out some tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was his entire fault! I had no choice but to avenge my younger sister.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Last year, my sister and he were dating. She was happier than before after she started dating him. But one day, Jordon decided to break up with her. My sister was so devastated that she committed suicide by shooting herself on a chair at home. After know about this, I decided to avenge her.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I had the 3 of us to come here so that I would let Jordon have some fun and get killed. Just like how my sister was happy before she died. When Christine decided to go to the toilet, I used that chance to kill Jordon.” Jimmy cried as he thought of his younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jimmy was taken back to the police station to have his statement taken down. After all, he had committed a murder which may have him sentence to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Great job again Looze. Keep up the good work.” Inspector Max congratulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I will, Inspector!” Looze shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Looze, you were pretty awesome today! You were so cool when you made you deduction to everyone!” Rachel smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh really? I guessed this is me. Hahahaha.” Looze laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the both of them went back home together after a mystery adventure today. And remember there is no perfect crime. And there will only be one truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- END ---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-6579137311789695832?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6579137311789695832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=6579137311789695832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/6579137311789695832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/6579137311789695832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2010/12/killed-man-who-was-seen-moving.html' title='The Moving Dead Man'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/TP-mAJ7mHYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NPheJQv5UWo/s72-c/crime%2Bscene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-4139146245173801745</id><published>2010-11-21T22:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:04:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own written story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/TOkuY-6G8dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QGYDyMcgQZc/s1600/detective2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/TOkuY-6G8dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QGYDyMcgQZc/s400/detective2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542011823194567122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first story i written. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tales of Tale: The School Cleaner Murder Case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Prologue ---&lt;br /&gt;“So, we have concluded that this is a suicide of your wife Mr Edward.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wouldn’t be so sure about that Inspector Max, this is definitely a homicide.” “THIS IS A MURDER CASE!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And who might you be?” questioned Inspector Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Looze Tale, a detective!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a start of a new story of a high school detective, Looze Tale. We will be looking at how he will be able to solve crimes by revealing the culprits actions using is deduction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So you say. This is a murder case? What evidence do you have?” asked the Inspector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now now, allow yourself to listen to my deduction. First of all, don’t you think it’s a little weird that Mr Edward’s wife is lying in a strange way? If someone were to suicide by consuming poison, he or she will be struggling due to the effect of the poison and will definitely place their hands on either on their neck or on their chest. The way Mrs Edward’s hand were place were beside her waist. Don’t you think it’s a little weird?” explained Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I totally agree with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, someone must have definitely murdered her and made it look like a suicide. And the murder is… YOU! MR EDWARD!” claimed Looze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone in the house were shocked at what Loose said. The turned around and faced Mr Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! WHY WOULD I KILL MY WIFE?!” exclaimed Mr Edward. “Wasn’t I in my office when the death time happened? I even had my secretary as my alibi!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Heh, that is correct, but you don’t have to be with her when you kill her, Mr Edward. What you did was to place the poison into a capsule and gave it to Mrs Edward before going off to work. As the capsule requires 10 to 15 minutes to dissolve, it allows you to get to your office with that period of time. And by the time you were in your office, the capsule had dissolved already, causing death to your wife while you are at work.” said Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ANYONE COULD HAVE DONE THAT! WHAT PROOF DO YOU HAVE THAT I DID IT?” shouted Mr Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That is correct. Anyone could have done that. But the proof is with you! There is a bottle of poison found in your pocket!” Looze deduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That… That is just my medicine for my heart. I have a weak heart!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is that so? Then why is the medicine for your heart found under this table?!” Looze pointed to the table behind the corpse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector Max rushed towards the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh I found it! What do you have to say, Mr Edward?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Edward admitted to his crime. He killed his wife because he found out that she was having an affair with another man. He was brought back to the police station and had a sentence of six years in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Main Story ---&lt;br /&gt;HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT SOLVES MUDER CASE.  This was on the newspaper the next day. Looze became famous instantly in school. Most girls were crowding around him, asking him about the case. &lt;br /&gt;Looze is a high school student, studying in Gallant Time High School. Being a 17 years old student, he has to…… boringly goes to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looze! Hey wait up! Wait for me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want Limmy?” Looze replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go home together! It’s been a long time you know?” smiled Limmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A long time? It has only been 2 days…” said Looze.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” a frightening scream broke out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze turn around and faced towards where the scream was coming from. It was coming from the third floor girl’s toilet. Looze ran up the stair, running to the toilet. There, he saw his friend, Emily, sitting on the floor looking terrified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What happened Emily?!” shouted Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The… the… the school cleaner…” Emily pointed towards the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she was, lying on the toilet floor, covered in blood. It was the school cleaner. She had a knife stabbed through her heart. Looze ran towards the school cleaner and placed his finger on the school cleaner’s wrist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Emily! Call the police. She’s dead.” Looze demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay…” Emily muttered while she took out her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze stood up and looked around the toilet for clues. The blood of the school cleaner’s has flowed into the drain. The blood had not dried and was still fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She’s had just been killed. Between 10 to 30 minutes ago.” Looze thought to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limmy came running to the scene and he was shocked at what he had seen. Soon, many gathered around outside the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later. The police arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what is going on here?” a voice asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The school cleaner had been murdered.” replied Looze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looze! You are here!” shouted the same voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course! This is the high school where I am studying, inspector Max.” Looze replied, while looking for clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh right. Alright, Dr James. Please conduct an autopsy on the corpse. And Tommy, please check if there are any fingerprints on the knife.” Inspector Max ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes sir!” both replied at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze walked away and towards the sink. He looked down and saw…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh? What’s this?” Looze was puzzled. He squatted down and touched the white substance that was on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;*Note: do not think otherwise of the white substance.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Powder? Yea, it is powder.” Looze felt and smelled the substances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze went back to the corpse and examined it once again.&lt;br /&gt;He glanced through the body and saw something stuck onto the corpse’s index fingernail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is this? Looks like plastic.” Looze wondered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Inspector! The test results found out that there are no fingerprints found on the knife!” Officer Tommy reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, the criminal must have wore gloves or wiped his or her fingerprints away.” the Inspector answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But the results showed that there is another blood found on the knife. One is the victim’s and one belonged to someone else.” Officer Tommy added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That must be the criminal’s! He must have injured himself while he stabbed the cleaner!” the Inspector exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze walked out of the toilet and glanced at everyone. There, he saw his math teacher, Mr Albert outside. He was looking very nervous, and was shocked at the scene. He was shivering too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The powder, the plastic stuck on her nails, and the mystery blood found. Who is the murderer?” Looze thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Emily, Mr Albert and the others walked away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I GOT IT! I know who the murderer is!” Looze smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- DO YOU KNOW WHO THE MURDERER IS? -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All of you! You are not allowed to leave! I know who the murderer is!” Looze exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is it true Looze?! Are you very sure?!” the Inspector exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I am very sure. And the murderer is one of them!” Looze replied with the strict look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was shocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them even shouted “What?! One of us is the murderer?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, and I am positive.” Looze looked up. He snapped his finger and pointed, “The murderer is you! Emily!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? How can it be me? Show me evidence!” Emily shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea! Show us the evidence.” one of Emily’s friends repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, but first of all I will tell you what truly happened.” &lt;br /&gt;“First, Emily went to the toilet. Before entering, she saw the school cleaner. So you went back to take the knife that you brought to school to kill the school cleaner” Looze deduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why would I want to kill her?” Emily replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Emily, you made a boyfriend not too long ago right?” Looze said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily was surprised and mumbled “Yes. But what does it have to do with the murder?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The school cleaner and your mother are friends. You were afraid that she would tell your mother. And yesterday, I saw the school cleaner talking to you. It must be about your relationship. That is why you killed her” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s true that she talked to be about it yesterday. She even wanted to tell my mother. But I didn’t kill her.” Emily replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am pretty sure you killed the school cleaner Emily. What happen to your finger? Is it injured?” Looze defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh?! There is nothing wrong with my finger.” Emily hid her hand behind her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Will you allow me to see you see your finger Miss?” Inspector Max questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I found some powder below the sink at the toilet. You must have injured your finger and used medicated powder on your finger. Am I correct? I also found a plastic under the cleaner’s fingernail. She must have got that when she was struggling with you. And she scrapped it off your phone. I saw a new scrapped mark on your phone when you were using it earlier.” Looze said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, there is an injury with medicated powder on her finger. Tommy! Go and see of there is the powder below the sink! And check if there is the plastic under the corpse fingernail.” Inspector Max ordered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Sir!” Officer Tommy ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes… And there is a newly scrapped mark on her phone too.” said Inspector Max. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Inspector! There is the powder under the sink and there is plastic under the corpse’s fingernail just like what Looze said.” Officer Tommy reported. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Heh, and where did you get that injury? It’s from the time when you stabbed the cleaner! After you stabbed her, you got injured and went to wash the wound by the sink. After that you applied the medicated powder on your wound. But some of them fell onto the floor, under the sink. Am I right?” Looze asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh… No! It’s not true. Someone else might have done that too!” Emily denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The truth will be out if we compare your blood and the other blood found on the knife.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Will you come with us to have your blood tested Miss?” Inspector Max asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No need to… It’s true… I am the murderer.” Emily fell on her knees and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily was taken back to the police station and indeed she had murdered the school cleaner to silence her from telling Emily’s mother about her relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Great job again Looze. You might indeed turn out to be a great detective. Keep it up!” Inspector Max congratulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I will Inspector!” Looze said proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looze walked towards Mr Albert and said “Mr Albert, you have Hemophobia don’t you? You were shivering when you saw the blood on the corpse.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh…” Mr Albert blushed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- End ---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-4139146245173801745?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4139146245173801745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=4139146245173801745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/4139146245173801745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/4139146245173801745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-own-written-story.html' title='My own written story'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/TOkuY-6G8dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/QGYDyMcgQZc/s72-c/detective2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-3437819113157871152</id><published>2010-11-03T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:21:33.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Holiday</title><content type='html'>HOLIDAY IS BORING~~~~~~~~~~~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-3437819113157871152?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3437819113157871152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=3437819113157871152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/3437819113157871152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/3437819113157871152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2010/11/boring-holiday.html' title='Boring Holiday'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-3549316120989769714</id><published>2010-05-29T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:19:05.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooooooooooooooo. So long nv update blog liao.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... Lets talk abt...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe last month?&lt;br /&gt;This month?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, i'm not sure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, nvm....&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically this post is all rubbish. &lt;br /&gt;Not really abt 'my life'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What happen to us?&lt;br /&gt;Is it you or is it me that have changed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-3549316120989769714?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3549316120989769714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=3549316120989769714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/3549316120989769714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/3549316120989769714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2010/05/wooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-2239686351439175103</id><published>2010-01-27T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:28:30.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLS</title><content type='html'>LOLS. My blog was deleted cos my account was disabled by google. now, it is back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2239686351439175103?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2239686351439175103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2239686351439175103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2239686351439175103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2239686351439175103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2010/01/lols.html' title='LOLS'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-5851673259913008470</id><published>2009-10-13T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:42:27.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kamen rider kiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/StQ8_mXYOBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SKoqNR-ql4c/s1600-h/kiva+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/StQ8_mXYOBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SKoqNR-ql4c/s400/kiva+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392001717197355026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/StQ8_NakGNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UN8yR3C0_9I/s1600-h/kiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/StQ8_NakGNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/UN8yR3C0_9I/s400/kiva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392001710499829970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-5851673259913008470?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5851673259913008470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=5851673259913008470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5851673259913008470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5851673259913008470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/10/kamen-rider-kiva.html' title='kamen rider kiva'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/StQ8_mXYOBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/SKoqNR-ql4c/s72-c/kiva+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-5132393287954483730</id><published>2009-08-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:40:22.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian, com sux</title><content type='html'>Today, woke up at 9+ den see still so early sleep again. Den 10+ wake up again. Watch my favourite show... Power Rngers! It was the last episode of Power Rnger Mystic Force today. den i tot tat they would play the newer series of Power Rangers, Power Rangers Jungle Fury. But, they replay Power Rnger Operation Overdrive again, how stupid. Other channels are 2 series futher le lor! After watching, on com, play MOUSEHUNT! Den play until sian liao. Cos my com keep saying... Internet Explorer has encountered a problem and needs to be closed down, stupid sia. I gave up and went to play maple private sever, play until sian also, so, go download new private sever den play. Quite fun also, but still sian. So i go check on mousehunt again. As i just sounded the horn,den my com suddenly say  Internet Explorer has encountered a problem and needs to be closed down! -.-" zzz. so i dun care, i dun bother to go mousehunt liao. den i went to check on a yoyo website, still wishing the pop up wont come out. Wow, saw cool yoyos. Wanna buy a Dark Magic, but sold out. so i went to see another yoyo. Call the NewBreed, it says that it can be compare to the Dark Magic. I wanna buy! but too expensive, $40+. den yesterday Adian Tan at tuition say the yoyo Hitman also quite good. So i was wondering wad to buy. Nvm. So i just went to check on mousehunt again... Phew! the pop up didnt come out, but a Zombie Mouse just ate my cheese and ran! Ahhhh! so sian...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-5132393287954483730?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5132393287954483730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=5132393287954483730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5132393287954483730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5132393287954483730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/08/sian-com-sux.html' title='Sian, com sux'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-8477085581302956476</id><published>2009-08-10T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:50:33.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, btw. This blog will be dead for now.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-8477085581302956476?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8477085581302956476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=8477085581302956476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8477085581302956476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8477085581302956476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-btw.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-8259776335655847267</id><published>2009-07-01T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:24:14.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relink and change skin</title><content type='html'>Heyo, i change my URL and Skin. Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-8259776335655847267?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8259776335655847267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=8259776335655847267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8259776335655847267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8259776335655847267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/07/relink-and-change-skin.html' title='Relink and change skin'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-2217446772690826158</id><published>2009-06-28T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:38:11.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>Saw this quiz from Venus mei's blog. Since long time never post le, post this lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01; Venus mei&lt;br /&gt;02; Claudia dar&lt;br /&gt;03; Rachel Lim&lt;br /&gt;04; Cavan&lt;br /&gt;05; Letazia jie&lt;br /&gt;06; Zoe mei&lt;br /&gt;07; Amelia mei&lt;br /&gt;08; Seok Yee sama&lt;br /&gt;09; Wenn Hao&lt;br /&gt;10; Jun Wei&lt;br /&gt;11; Jia Ann&lt;br /&gt;12; Yun Fei jie&lt;br /&gt;13; Jaimee&lt;br /&gt;14; Wei Lun&lt;br /&gt;15; Rena jie&lt;br /&gt;16; Madeleine mei&lt;br /&gt;17; Rachel Wong&lt;br /&gt;18; Min Yi&lt;br /&gt;19; Hui Lin&lt;br /&gt;20; Renald&lt;br /&gt;21; Jerwie Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 7? Amelia&lt;br /&gt;When i step into a building on 02/01/2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you and 15 never met? Rena&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What you you do if 20 and 1 dated? Renald and Venus&lt;br /&gt;Tat would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you seen 17 cry? Rachel Wong&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would 4 and 6 make a good couple? Cavan and Zoe&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Zoe's bf will be very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you think 11 is attractive? Jia Ann&lt;br /&gt;Can i not say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is 2's favourite colour? Claudia&lt;br /&gt;Purple, green, pink, blue, white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When was the last time you talked to 9? Wenn Hao&lt;br /&gt;The day b4 yesterday. He called me about school's hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What language does 8 speak? Seok Yee&lt;br /&gt;English, Chinese and Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is 13 going out with? Jaimee&lt;br /&gt;How would i noe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you ever date 16? Madeleine&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, but i am now attatched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the best thing about 4? Cavan&lt;br /&gt;He's number one in Flirting, of course not better than Ken Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What would you like to tell 10 now? Jun Wei&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Whats the relationship between you and 20? Renald&lt;br /&gt;Gays? Nah jkjk, good frens i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever kissed 2? Claudia&lt;br /&gt;Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Whats the best memory you had of 5? Letazia&lt;br /&gt;She was Short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When's the next time you're gonna see 12? Yun Fei&lt;br /&gt;Not ever i guess. I met her on AuditionSEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How is 7 different from 6? Amelia and Zoe&lt;br /&gt;Zoe wear specs but Amelia, nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is 2 pretty? Claudia&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your impression of 15? Rena&lt;br /&gt;She has small ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How did you meet 3? Rachel Lim&lt;br /&gt;Primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am done. Muahahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2217446772690826158?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2217446772690826158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2217446772690826158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2217446772690826158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2217446772690826158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/06/saw-this-quiz-from-venus-meis-blog.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-5902605226508866241</id><published>2009-06-20T22:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:30:29.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Selat Panjang - Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Please take note, the images i put will be place acording to the timeline within 17/06 - 20/06. Wednesday, woke up very early, as i need to go indonesia to vist grandparents and as well as to have a holiday. Den, daddy drove me, sister and mummy to punggol MRT station. After tat, we get off and look for oy relative, while daddy go work. Daddy didnt go to indonesia. after tat, we took the MRT to harbor front. Den we went to the 3rd floor to lokk for the place to buy ticket to take the boat to Batam. After tat, we went to the food court beside the ticket place to eat. At 10.10am, we went on board the ferry. But before tat, we had to check the luggage. In the ferry we sat down and had to wait till we reach Batam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349425719978281682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/Sjz6WY-kytI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DbAYb20r4wI/s400/IMG_0228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look, we are still half way to Batam. Still have to wait longer. So as time flies, i slept on the ferry waiting for it to reach Batam. Few hours later, the ferry finally reach le. So we took a taxi to the nest destination, to take another ship to Selat Panjang, where my grandparents live. At tat destination, we waited for the ship. While waiting, i took some pics with my cousins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349430765881842210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/Sjz-8Gbu2iI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mpkjXF7UVOM/s400/IMG_0232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After tat, the ship arrive, yay! We can finally rest le. So, we board the ship again and wait. 4 hours pass and still not arrive yet. So a few minutes will reach. Den, i reach. i sat on the trishaw and head for my gandparents hse. The road was so bumpy along the way. And the last time i remmembered, the trishaw wre bicycle. Now, they are motorcycle. Haha, there were 3 trishaws. Me and my cousins sat on one. Both of us were so thinking tat the driver would kidnap us. But yet, he did not, phew. After a while, i reach my grandparents hse, yay. We went in to greet all our relatives. After tat, my Aunt brought us to the hotel called New Furama Hotel, the place where we live in. As my grandparents' hse, or can i say Selat Panjang is very hot, we had to stay in the hotel. After we checked in, we bathe and watch tv. Not long later, it was evening. So we went back to my grandparents' hse. Minutes later, we walked to the noodle stall wich is very far away. At there, it was already 7.30pm, which is equal to singapore 8.30pm. I ate 2 bowl of noodles as the noodles are very little. After dinner, we went back to grandma's hse. At 11.30pm at night, we went to eat dessert b4 going back to the hotel. The next day, it was already 11am. My Uncle came to bring us back to my grandma's hse. He drove a Honda (motorcycle), in selat panjang, there are no cars. Only motorcycle and bicycle. We ate our lunch at grandma's hse. After tat, i decided to take a photo of my grandma's hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349677571588709138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/Sj3faFVrWxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TXw0E2Bcgv0/s400/IMG_0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349677581826262514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/Sj3faregBfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EnQlA0A0Mmc/s400/IMG_0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-5902605226508866241?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5902605226508866241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=5902605226508866241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5902605226508866241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5902605226508866241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-selat-panjang-indonesia.html' title='Go Selat Panjang - Indonesia'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/Sjz6WY-kytI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DbAYb20r4wI/s72-c/IMG_0228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-6771691688835461459</id><published>2009-06-16T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:21:15.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple kandayo</title><content type='html'>At midnight - 12.15am:&lt;br /&gt;Wow, over 12am le. Hais, tot i could post b4 12am just like yesterday. Was chionging maple. Just traded a Maple Kandayo with my Maple Sheild. Wonder if its worth it, also bought a set of Kumbi at 400k. Sold 2 of my scroll and currently have 600k+ of mesos, diao. Claudia sms me tat she was scalded by hot water, wonder if still hurts. Sayang her lor haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-6771691688835461459?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6771691688835461459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=6771691688835461459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/6771691688835461459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/6771691688835461459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/06/maple-kandayo.html' title='Maple kandayo'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-845531214041971649</id><published>2009-06-13T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:52:07.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunno wad title</title><content type='html'>Stupid maple. The maple cape quest have bug. Hai me do like more than 4 time le still cant get the maple cape. Anyways, today something happened in the morning. I missed out my 10.30 am Power Ranger show. I was soooooo pissed off, hais. Den a while later, Kenneth called me, asking when u could get back his thumbdrive. Den i said, er dunno? Maybe in the afternooon. He den siad he wanted to come my hse take the thumbdrive, and also can help me do maple quest. After tat, it was 1.30pm. Kenneth had to go home and my sis want to play com. So i went to play my PSP while talking on the phone with Claudia&lt;3. Den, after tat, at 2.30pm, my sis had to go tuition. Wow, i can play maple le. 2 time EXP sia, must chiong. Now, here comes the better part. I was party training with my maple jie in Ellina. Den i wanted to look for the maple admin, but dun hav. So i look for Gaga and go maple tree hill. At there, i got a Golden Maple Leaf, wooooots. i traded with Gaga for a Under the Maple Tree Chair. Well, tats all. Phew, still before 12am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-845531214041971649?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/845531214041971649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=845531214041971649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/845531214041971649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/845531214041971649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/06/dunno-wad-title.html' title='Dunno wad title'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-253443375741832091</id><published>2009-06-03T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:16:24.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only smart ones can see</title><content type='html'>Hi, gonna post agiain. i am gonna post sth, see if u can see it. Only smart ones can see ^^ I am not smart, so i cant see. 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Those tat are smart, please write sth about this post in the cbox. Tyty :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-253443375741832091?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/253443375741832091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=253443375741832091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/253443375741832091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/253443375741832091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/06/sian.html' title='Only smart ones can see'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-1803426291777016144</id><published>2009-06-01T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:41:32.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song changed</title><content type='html'>Change song again, i bo liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-1803426291777016144?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1803426291777016144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=1803426291777016144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/1803426291777016144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/1803426291777016144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/06/song-changed.html' title='song changed'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-2068840933427442258</id><published>2009-05-29T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:06:33.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change song</title><content type='html'>Yay, my Cloud in dissidia is lvl 100 le, woooots. Well, change the song of the blog, cos found the previous one loud and scary. oOOOo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2068840933427442258?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2068840933427442258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2068840933427442258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2068840933427442258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2068840933427442258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/change-song.html' title='Change song'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-8873488328052856806</id><published>2009-05-28T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:05:41.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissidia in class, 'PSB'</title><content type='html'>Today, during IAP, Miss Chen (music teacher) came in. she told us that the even numbers will go for the 7.45am - 8.55am music lesson while the odds one ewill go for the 8.55am - 10.10am music lesson. So the rest that are not in the lesson will be in class conducting SSRP (Self Supervised Revision Period). Actually for that period, most of us will be playing. As i was in the even numbers, i have to go for the lesson then go for SSRP. During SSRP, me and Benedict took out our PSP or wad Mr Siva said, our 'PSB'. We played against each other the games called 'Dissidia: Final Fantasy'. It was so fun, but wasnt fair, his character level was way higher than mine. But, i indeed win him a few rounds. After playing, those that were watching us wanted to play too. So, i passed it to Elyas, Benedict passed it to Hao Lun. And then, Hao Lun win! I cant believe it. Den Hao Lun say winner in loser out. So Elyas was out, i passed my PSP or 'PSB' to Dedrick. Dedrick won man!!! He won, actually both of them was basically spamming buttons. At last, I fight with Elyas, and i lost. Cos i was looking outside the classroom to see if there were teachers as it was changing period time, hais, shouldn't have looked. Anyways, my Cloud is lvl 63 le, yay!!!! Well, got to go sleep le, bahbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-8873488328052856806?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8873488328052856806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=8873488328052856806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8873488328052856806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8873488328052856806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/dissidia-in-class.html' title='Dissidia in class, &apos;PSB&apos;'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-4341130066547583963</id><published>2009-05-26T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:48:21.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Ok, for this post, i will come straight to where the 1st incident happen today in class. It was VE lesson, Miss Wong was reprimanding (good english leh) us for our study manual and our poster. She was scolding and scolding, not actually. She praised Renald, MeiQi and Nadiah. After VE lesson, Miss Wong went out of class, den Hao Lun shouted "lets created a group in facebook called --Miss Wong is a ****--" den we were like ohhhhh. During reccess, Dedrick slapped my face, i chased him in class for about 5 rounds, he was damn a cheat. He pushed a cahir to me, hai my leg kena a big bruise, damn super pain. Den hai me can't go track, and dunno why, my hand muscle is super pain, dunno wad happen, and Amelia went to punch the exact spot of my painful hand muscle. Now, hai me even cant go track. So, i went to Benedict house to play maple, created a character in Delphinus and the name is BuTT3rR0x, haha cant think of anything and all that i wanted have been taken. Den chiong to lvl 10 and got a job-theif. After tat, went home. Done, short and sweet. And Madeleine, i gonna win u in badminton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-4341130066547583963?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4341130066547583963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=4341130066547583963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/4341130066547583963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/4341130066547583963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-8791830256426486836</id><published>2009-05-25T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:28:52.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissidia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339702953124606290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/Shpvi38YsVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/A98LgU3Ugf4/s400/Dissidia+Final+Fantasy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/ShpvjH57YzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Zqp3zUqhX-I/s1600-h/Dissidia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339702957409264434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/ShpvjH57YzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Zqp3zUqhX-I/s400/Dissidia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339702963784342322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/Shpvjfp3WzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SrtaNvFwa8o/s400/Dissidia+Gameplay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VrH50nhoxPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VrH50nhoxPA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-8791830256426486836?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8791830256426486836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=8791830256426486836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8791830256426486836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8791830256426486836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/dissidia.html' title='Dissidia'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/Shpvi38YsVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/A98LgU3Ugf4/s72-c/Dissidia+Final+Fantasy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-6590395488201385574</id><published>2009-05-23T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:14:17.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissidia: Final Fantasy</title><content type='html'>Woooooooooots, just downloaded the PSP game Dissidia: Final Fantasy. It rocks man, but too bad, its in japanese, hais. Decided to train Cloud Strife, hahaha. He's currently lvl 18 now. All the best to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-6590395488201385574?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6590395488201385574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=6590395488201385574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/6590395488201385574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/6590395488201385574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/dissidis-final-fantasy.html' title='Dissidia: Final Fantasy'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-2090884400729627292</id><published>2009-05-20T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:15:15.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch movie again</title><content type='html'>Today, went to watch movie again, haha. Went to watch Uninvited, with Venus the planet, Madeleine the short one, Amelia the pinch pro, Rena the small ear, Wenn Hao the back one, Benedict the another black one, Hao Ze the hao se and Yao Xing the dunno what la. We are suppose to meet at AMKSS main gate at 12.30pm. But in the end, it was 12.45pm. One the way to the school, i met Nicholas on the MRT station at Admiralty. He was going to school for band. After we reached AmkHub, we went to buy the tickets. Me and Benedict was like talking how what to do when the scary part comes. So i suggested that we play our PSP, and indeed, we really played in the movie. The movie was so scary that everyone screamed and Benedict and I was shouting to Amelia and Madeleine for help: "Amelia, help us" "Madeleine help us", haha. The movie was also quite funny, alot of people laugh, dunno why. In the end, i didnt really understand the story, anyways, it was shoik. After the movie, we went to Zone X to play. Me, Benedict and Hao Ze were playing the car racing game and Time Crisis 4. After that, we went opposite AMK library the playground, dunno why but Madeleine went home. But, the playground was sealed up, so we played with the swings. I challenged Venus to a competition to see who could go higher, in fact i won and lost. I won because i went higher than her, and lost because i stopped playing. Then we went to Mac to buy some drinks while slacking. AQ while later, we went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2090884400729627292?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2090884400729627292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2090884400729627292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2090884400729627292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2090884400729627292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/watch-movie-again.html' title='Watch movie again'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-3586936520595750182</id><published>2009-05-18T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:24:15.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam over</title><content type='html'>Finally, the Mid Year Examinations are over! Woots!!! Today, went to watch movie with Hao Lun, Wenn Hao, Hao Ze and Benedict. Watched the movie Angels and Demon, it was so damn nice, but it was freezing cold. Actually, i had no money to watch that movie. So, i had to lend $6 from Benedict and $1.50 for lunch, hais. Think have to pay him slowly. This Wednesday maybe also going to watch move, it is Uninvited i think. Heard it is damn scary, haha. Hais, gonna flunk my exams anyway. Go Audi le byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-3586936520595750182?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3586936520595750182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=3586936520595750182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/3586936520595750182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/3586936520595750182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam-over.html' title='Exam over'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-2113579937806283486</id><published>2009-05-09T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:05:59.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 truths</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Madeleine, found it quite fun as what Renald say, i will do this. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name → Alfred? Or you wan full name? Or chinese name?&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s) → Alflirt? Red Ranger?&lt;br /&gt;003. Birth Date → My profile have write.&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign → Aries&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female → Male&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary → ADMPS, figure yourself.&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle School → AMKSS, figure yourself too.&lt;br /&gt;008. High School → High School Musical.(copy from Renald)&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color → Black. What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short → Height = lesser than 2m. Hair = lesser than 2m.&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet → Talking about you? I think is loud, dog.&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans → Salt and Skirts!&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Camera → My Phone has a Camera.&lt;br /&gt;015. Health Freak → Eat pork.(I not racist)&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke? → Drink coke.&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone? → Nope, have galfren le.&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink → Eat and Drink.&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings → Wanted to...&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos → No.&lt;br /&gt;021. righty or lefty → What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;022. first surgery → Huh?&lt;br /&gt;023. first piercings → I said I wanted to!&lt;br /&gt;024. first friend → Why? You wan stalk him?&lt;br /&gt;025. first award → Dont care.&lt;br /&gt;026 first pet → Fish.(Belong to my father)&lt;br /&gt;027. first vacation → Baby, my family bring me go Genting.&lt;br /&gt;028. first teacher → Chinese. Why? Want stalk her?&lt;br /&gt;029. first sport → Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;030. first crush → Primary 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW:&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating → Nothing&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking →Nothing&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to → Type&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to → My paper heart.(At Renald's blog)&lt;br /&gt;054. Plans for today → Meet girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for → Times up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids? → Why? Stalk them?&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married? → Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;060. Careers in mind → CID.&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes → Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or taller? → What you mean?&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous → Whats spontaneous? Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice stomach or nice arms → Nice stomach&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or loud → I know you are loud. DOG.&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble maker or hesitant → TROUBLE MAKER, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts → I don't wear them.&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home → Yup, when i can go out to play.&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense → No.&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody → I want to kill you, you dog.&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart → Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died → Not sure. Dun curse them you dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself → Yeap, I'm confident.&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles → No such thing.&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at First Sight → Yeap, happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven → Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus → Only idiots beleive.&lt;br /&gt;094. Sex on the first date → Shut up you dog.&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss on the first date → Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now → Ya, my galfren.&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → Yeap, at least i can hit Madeleine's head, and call her short.&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God → I totally beleive in Him, i'm a christian.&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 15 people→ I dun understand this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 15 people:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Madeleine-mei (again)&lt;br /&gt;2) Renald (again)&lt;br /&gt;3) Rena-jie&lt;br /&gt;4) Amelia-mei&lt;br /&gt;5) Windy-mei&lt;br /&gt;6) Zoe-mei&lt;br /&gt;7) Ken Tan&lt;br /&gt;8) Lee Lin&lt;br /&gt;9) Seok Yee-sama&lt;br /&gt;10) Bitch&lt;br /&gt;11) Bastard&lt;br /&gt;12) Rachel Lim&lt;br /&gt;13) Jia Ann&lt;br /&gt;14) You, dog&lt;br /&gt;15) Min Yi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2113579937806283486?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2113579937806283486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2113579937806283486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2113579937806283486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2113579937806283486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/100-truths.html' title='100 truths'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-8130741078378290329</id><published>2009-05-07T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:48:07.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh</title><content type='html'>Taggies reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chin ann &gt; Yup I noe you, link you liao.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas- &gt; Orh thanks.&lt;br /&gt;jieying &gt; Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;JiaYii &gt; Thank you dar ^^&lt;br /&gt;~Jerrwiie~ &gt; Thanks jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais today got exam, English and Chinese compo. English still ok lor, but for Chinese, sure go out of point de la. Nvm, jiayous bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-8130741078378290329?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8130741078378290329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=8130741078378290329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8130741078378290329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8130741078378290329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh.html' title='Oh'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-8260524892762990257</id><published>2009-05-05T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:56:20.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog stop for a while</title><content type='html'>Hais MYE coming le. No choice but to stop this blog for 3 weeks. Although i don't post alot, hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-8260524892762990257?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8260524892762990257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=8260524892762990257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8260524892762990257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8260524892762990257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-stop-for-while.html' title='Blog stop for a while'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-9052921660042927728</id><published>2009-05-02T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:18:28.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lazy to post......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-9052921660042927728?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/9052921660042927728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=9052921660042927728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/9052921660042927728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/9052921660042927728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/05/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-8632560918778208715</id><published>2009-04-25T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:43:39.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery Channel: I love the whole world</title><content type='html'>This song very nice, I love it thanks to Yun Fei-jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut 1: It never gets old, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut 2: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut 1: It kinda makes you want to...&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut 2: Break into song?&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut 1: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;I love the clear blue skies&lt;br /&gt;I love big bridges&lt;br /&gt;I love when great whites fly&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And all its sights and sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the oceans&lt;br /&gt;I love real dirty things&lt;br /&gt;I love to go fast&lt;br /&gt;I love Egyptian kings&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And all its craziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;I love arachnids&lt;br /&gt;I love hot magma&lt;br /&gt;I love the giant squids&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole world&lt;br /&gt;It's such a brilliant place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda&lt;br /&gt;Boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda&lt;br /&gt;Boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda&lt;br /&gt;Boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda&lt;br /&gt;Boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom-de-yadda, boom-de-yadda ........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-8632560918778208715?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8632560918778208715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=8632560918778208715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8632560918778208715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8632560918778208715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/04/discovery-channel-i-love-whole-world.html' title='Discovery Channel: I love the whole world'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-2193868487569169730</id><published>2009-04-19T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:37:58.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall from the bike.</title><content type='html'>Now, in my house. Feeling pain all over, coz i fell from the bike just now when fetching my sister from tuition. Got 7 injuries, nice right? Morning went to church again, and i went to MPH and learnt about Jonah, the prophet who carries messages from God to people. They showed us one video about Jonah and it was quite funny. After that it was 10a.m, finished! Yay, but that wasn't the last of it. 11.30am still have contemporary service, quite boring, but interesting and meaningful. We sang songs and listened to the priest's talk and the talk was the most boring and the most meaningful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2193868487569169730?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2193868487569169730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2193868487569169730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2193868487569169730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2193868487569169730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/04/fall-from-bike.html' title='Fall from the bike.'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-8308739409487910418</id><published>2009-04-15T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:27:59.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA 2.4km</title><content type='html'>Hi, it has been 3 days since i never post le haha. Got my 2.4km run result today. And i got 10mins 06sec, haiz too slow le la, aiming for 9min leh.  Must be due to my hamstring and calf pain bah. Yesterday hav 2.4km run, damn tired. Starting, i was running 1st, den Brandon Lim came. Wa, i die le, his leg so long, sure faster then me, and my calf and hamstring was already super pain le. At last still came in 2nd. Brandon Lim came 1st with 10min 03sec, shit la lose him 3sec. Nvm, dun give up, need to practice more on the 5 items in NAPFA, JiaYous......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-8308739409487910418?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8308739409487910418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=8308739409487910418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8308739409487910418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8308739409487910418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/04/napfa-24km.html' title='NAPFA 2.4km'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-1939615697126912839</id><published>2009-04-12T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:05:47.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy bdae to me!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, just came back from dinner. My uncle treat my us to a dinner as it is my Birthday today, and it is my cousin's Birthday tomorrow. Lols.... I was so full after eating. There were prawns, sliced duck meat, fish, LaLa, chicken wings and vegetables. Jealous huh? I guess so hahas. Well, got to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-1939615697126912839?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1939615697126912839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=1939615697126912839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/1939615697126912839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/1939615697126912839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-bdae-to-me.html' title='Happy bdae to me!!!'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-2126041089357164722</id><published>2009-04-11T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:41:05.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy bdae Adrian Tan, swimming test</title><content type='html'>Just went to take my life saving 3 test and i passed. PASSED!!! wooo hoooo, i went there at 5pm+ coz coach say to play safe as my test is 8pm, but coach wasn't sure if my test is on 7pm or 8pm, so i reach at 6.30pm and my hse to the swimming complex is quite far, i had to go at 5pm+. And now, i am back haha lols. I had even memorised the Poem LOVELESS, not all la. I only remembered the Prologue, Act 1,2,3,5. I am still left with Act 4, hahas. Btw today is Adrian Tan's bdae. So, HAPPY BRITHDAY ADRIAN TAN. And it is still left with few more hours to my bdae...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2126041089357164722?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2126041089357164722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2126041089357164722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2126041089357164722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2126041089357164722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/04/swimming-test.html' title='Happy bdae Adrian Tan, swimming test'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-7404364222137118885</id><published>2009-04-10T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:44:20.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy bdae Claudia</title><content type='html'>Happy Good friday, may God bless you. Today is good friday, so no need go school, so bored. Today is also Claudia-jie birthday, so, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLAUDIA-jie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-7404364222137118885?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7404364222137118885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=7404364222137118885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/7404364222137118885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/7404364222137118885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-bdae-claudia.html' title='Happy bdae Claudia'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-8110850267491706634</id><published>2009-04-09T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:34:55.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bdae Rena</title><content type='html'>Today our history test result were given out. I remmembered Mrs Chia(history teacher) said that 1/2 the class fail. i thought i fail, but i passed, PASSED!!!!!!! It was exactly half of the total marks, 50%. By the way today is my Rena-jie de birthday, so, HAPPY BIRTHDAY RENA-jie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-8110850267491706634?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8110850267491706634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=8110850267491706634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8110850267491706634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8110850267491706634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-bdae-rena.html' title='happy bdae Rena'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-2154040204798663192</id><published>2009-04-08T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:26:29.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls in boys toilet?</title><content type='html'>Today have the PW sales day, our group sold almost everything, not so much actually. When they were selling, i was playing double clap with my friends. it was to clap our friend's hand hard and no stop. the person who stop 1st will lose. i won most of them hahaha......actually it was like everyone lols. den Amelia put gliter on her hand and i didn't noe. so i played wif her and gliter was spread all over my hand. no chioce but to go to the toilet and wash. Amelia went too, even Wenn Hao went to the toilet as Amelia make Wenn Hao's hair full of gliter. Then when Wenn Hao and i was in the toilet washing, Amelia suddenly came in laughing! 'WOW, a girl went to a boy's toilet?!' i was thinking, i think Amelia is either pervert or disgusting. lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2154040204798663192?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2154040204798663192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2154040204798663192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2154040204798663192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2154040204798663192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/04/girls-in-boys-toilet.html' title='Girls in boys toilet?'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-1359037220502962559</id><published>2009-04-04T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:58:51.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>Hi ..... got tagged by Hui Lin and Min Yi, so i got to do this quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Besides ur lips,where is e place u lyk to be kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How do u feel when u woke up tis morn?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Who was e last person u took a pic wif?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Would u consider to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Would u ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Do u haf a gd fren of e opp sex?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do u wan someone dead?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Wat r u thinkin of rite now?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Do u wish someone was beside u now?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.When did u go to sleep last nite?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Where did u buy ur shirt u r wearing rite now?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Is someone on ur mind rite now?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.PPL TAGG TO DO THIS QUIZ.&lt;br /&gt;1 Dunno&lt;br /&gt;2 Dunno&lt;br /&gt;3 Dunno&lt;br /&gt;4 Dunno&lt;br /&gt;5 Dunno&lt;br /&gt;6 Dunno&lt;br /&gt;7 Dunno&lt;br /&gt;8 Alfred Wong&lt;br /&gt;9 Dunno&lt;br /&gt;10 Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Is 2 in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Is 3 female or male?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.If 7 n 10 gets together,will it b a good thin?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Wat does 1 study?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Say something about 5.&lt;br /&gt;Dunni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Wat do u think bout 3 and 6?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Wat do u think happens if 6 n 7 fights?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Do u lyk 8?&lt;br /&gt;He is me, mind you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-1359037220502962559?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1359037220502962559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=1359037220502962559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/1359037220502962559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/1359037220502962559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-4537339389880108382</id><published>2009-03-29T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:46:02.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today morning need to wake up so early to go church, sian lor. Nvm, now i am going to tok about zatch bell's twin called Zeno. Zeno's human partner is called Dufort. Did i mention Zatch and Brago's human partner? Ok, now i will say. Zatch's partner is Kiyo Takamine. Brago's partner is Sherry Belmont. Now for Zeno's spell......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Zaker&lt;br /&gt;2.Zakeruga&lt;br /&gt;3.Teozaker&lt;br /&gt;4.Jauro Zakeruga&lt;br /&gt;5.Barugirudo Zakeruga&lt;br /&gt;6.Raja Zaker&lt;br /&gt;7.Sorudo Zakeruga&lt;br /&gt;8.Ganreizu Zaker&lt;br /&gt;9.Reedo Dirasu Zakeruga&lt;br /&gt;10.Jigadirasu Uruzakeruga&lt;br /&gt;11.Rashield&lt;br /&gt;12.Jikerdor&lt;br /&gt;13.Rauzaruk&lt;br /&gt;14.Zeo Zakeruga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-4537339389880108382?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4537339389880108382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=4537339389880108382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/4537339389880108382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/4537339389880108382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-morning-need-to-wake-up-so-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-9046024073055665312</id><published>2009-03-27T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:21:50.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent looking madeleine</title><content type='html'>Today in school damn fun lor, espicially english class. We did the role play thing and den Mark anyhow to do den our play kena mess up. Den Madeleine's group came. She act as the bad princess, den dun look bad at all. Instead, she look so CUTE!!! and innocent. Feel like pinching her face, my frens also feel like doing that. Den after class, we decided to pinch her face, but fail. We touch her face instead hahaa ..... Wenn Hao's idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-9046024073055665312?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/9046024073055665312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=9046024073055665312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/9046024073055665312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/9046024073055665312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-in-school-damn-fun-lor-espicially.html' title='Innocent looking madeleine'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-4412659487184333126</id><published>2009-03-24T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:59:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brago and Zatch's spells</title><content type='html'>Now, I am going to post something about a video tat I like. It is 'Zatch Bell'. My most favourite character in Zatch Bell is Brago. He is a gravity typed mamodo which can make gravity balls and can make gravity on his own. Now i am going to show u all his spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Reis&lt;br /&gt;2.Gravirei&lt;br /&gt;3.Gigano Reis&lt;br /&gt;4.Ion Gravirei&lt;br /&gt;5.Dioga Gravidon&lt;br /&gt;6.Barber Gravidon&lt;br /&gt;7.Bidom Gravirei&lt;br /&gt;8.Rior Reis&lt;br /&gt;9.Oruga Reis&lt;br /&gt;10.Diborudo Jii Gurabidon&lt;br /&gt;11.Nyuuborutsu Ma Gurabirei&lt;br /&gt;12.Nyuuborutsu Shin Gurabirei&lt;br /&gt;13.Zangu Mareisu&lt;br /&gt;14.Borutsu Gurabirei&lt;br /&gt;15.Amu Guranaguru&lt;br /&gt;16.Berudo Gurabirei&lt;br /&gt;17.Digou Gurabiruku&lt;br /&gt;18.Kueaborutsu Gurabirei&lt;br /&gt;19.Shin Baberuga Gurabidon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for Zatch's spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Zaker&lt;br /&gt;2.Rashield&lt;br /&gt;3.Jikerdor/Jikerudo&lt;br /&gt;4.Bao Zakeruga&lt;br /&gt;5.Zakeruga&lt;br /&gt;6.Rauzaruk&lt;br /&gt;7.Zaguruzemu&lt;br /&gt;8.Barudo Forusu ( Only available in the Zatch Bell Movie )&lt;br /&gt;9.Baou Kurou Disugurugu&lt;br /&gt;10.Ganreizu Zakeru&lt;br /&gt;11.Teozakeru&lt;br /&gt;12.Maazu Jikerudon:&lt;br /&gt;13.Ekuseresu Zakeruga&lt;br /&gt;14.Jiou Renzu Zakeruga&lt;br /&gt;15.Shin Beruwan Baou Zakeruga&lt;br /&gt;16.Un-named spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats for all, I will put more if you guys request, but pls give me the mamodo's name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-4412659487184333126?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4412659487184333126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=4412659487184333126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/4412659487184333126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/4412659487184333126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-i-am-going-to-post-video-tat-i-like.html' title='Brago and Zatch&apos;s spells'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-3593292178445136347</id><published>2009-03-22T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:45:54.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>For today, i have nth to post but i wanna prove to Madeleine-mei tat i am hardworking to do the quiz, i am hav nth to do so i did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What hav u been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;Audi-ing and Final Fantasy-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do u ever turn ur cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;I do if my phone has no battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What happened at 10am today?&lt;br /&gt;I was watching televison, so i didn't noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Do u believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;Totally or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What do u wan in ur life now?&lt;br /&gt;I wan 100000000 A-Cash and a galfren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Do u carry an umbrella when it rains or just put up ur hood?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the rain and i am not little red ridding 'hood'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What's ur favourite thing to do on the bed?&lt;br /&gt;Lying down and play my PSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What bottoms are u wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Pants la den wad? u pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What is the nicest thing in ur inbox?&lt;br /&gt;I delete all my messages in my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Do u wan to make ur relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Are u wearing anything borrowed from anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What was the last movie u caught?&lt;br /&gt;It was the wedding game. I watched it with my primary fren on valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What are u proud of?&lt;br /&gt;Hitting Madeleine-mei's head, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What does the oldest text message in ur inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;I tot i told u? I deleted all the messages in my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What was the last song u sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Gekidou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Do u hav any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Erm ...... Flirter, Crumpled, Alflirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What does the newest text say?&lt;br /&gt;-.- dun feel like answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What time did u go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;11pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Are u currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yea i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Who gives u the best advice?&lt;br /&gt;Frens and my Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Do u eat whipped cream straight away from the can?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is tat? i wouldn't if i knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Who did u talk on the phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, i was watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Is something bugging u right now?&lt;br /&gt;YES! typing this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Who is the last person to make u laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Daniel. He said some jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging time, i would tagged ppl who like to do this quiz, pls type it out ur own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-3593292178445136347?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3593292178445136347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=3593292178445136347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/3593292178445136347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/3593292178445136347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-today-i-have-nth-to-post-but-i.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-7026039714880228692</id><published>2009-03-20T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:53:15.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MvjZ6VkLuCM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My fren showed me this show and i found it quite touching, watch it. It's about a girl and a boy separated by an unbreakable glass. When the boy tries to breack the glass, the glass flew back causing to slash his hand. Its so sad to see the girl giving her hand to the boy in order to let the boy draw, its so touching. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-7026039714880228692?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7026039714880228692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=7026039714880228692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/7026039714880228692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/7026039714880228692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-fren-showed-me-this-show-and-i-found.html' title='Draw with me'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-3829749388165912965</id><published>2009-03-20T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:41:54.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aim to hav 35k a-cash</title><content type='html'>Now veri sian, hav to do tuition and sch hw. haiz so many sia. nvm, do tution hw den sch hw Monday go sch do as Monday is late report day, yes! Now, can play audi le, lvl still low low, just did the lvl 7 licence and now i am lvl 7, still so low. Now aiming to hav 35k a-cash to buy things in Audi. w8 long long la me, now go play audi le byeeeee......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-3829749388165912965?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3829749388165912965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=3829749388165912965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/3829749388165912965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/3829749388165912965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-play-audi-le.html' title='aim to hav 35k a-cash'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-8764062548560040070</id><published>2009-03-15T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:12:54.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wa seh so long never post le ....... lol. Now, gonna tok abt yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my sch went to East Coast Park (ECP) to celebrate its 3oth anniversary. The sch go there to build sandcastles as the theme for this year is castles ....... lame right? yea... When we reach there, all of us were seperated to groups in register numbers. 1-20 one group, 21-40 one group. I was so jelous of Hao Lun hu was the 20th in register number as he get to be with the gals, meaning tat register 1-19 are gals and the rest are boys. Den, some people came to teach us how to build sandcastles. Not long after tat we were given to an area to build our sandcastles. Den, Kayven hav an idea, it was to bury the bucket used to carry water from the sea. It was so fun, but i was scared when i was collecting the water. i was scared of the jelly fishes, they can kill me u noe? but, i was lucky none sting me ........ yeah! den after the building of sandcastle, we went to the toilet to wash our feet, and we had totally forgotten our games of tug of war, fitness challenge and tele match so we dun care we went to rent bikes and cycled around. After cycling for abt 1h, we went back for the class picnic den i was hitting madeleine's head again. Benedict and Elyas was also doing tat, its fun! den, Mr Siva came and told us go go to the beach to form a human chain. Den, i accidentally kick some sand on Rena, she scream until everyone at ECP looked at us, wow! ....................(boring part)............................. Den, it wad time to go home, we board the bus and on the way to the bus, me, Elyas and Benedict were hitting madeleine's head. Finally we reach the bus we sat just almost beside Medaleine and she was go fed up but she was protected by Rena as Madeleine sat inside and Rena sat outside. Yao Xing sat behind me. Den, Yao Xing suggested tat we play sissors, paper, stone with Rena. So we told her and she agreed and den i said tat lose must kena hit by winner. how do we play it? this is how example we choose sissors, stone, stone. so the winners are the 2 stones but 1 winner is allowed, so the 2 stones play and see hu wins. the winner hit the sissors. den Rena lost almost 80% of the match and she was hit by me and Yao Xing and she scream until our form teacher Miss Wong looked at us. and she didn't get a chance to hit us except for 1 time and she had to hit me. and she hit was like so.... damn.... soft, stupid la she.&lt;br /&gt;-The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-8764062548560040070?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8764062548560040070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=8764062548560040070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8764062548560040070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8764062548560040070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/03/wa-seh-so-long-never-post-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-2488635788117424048</id><published>2009-03-06T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:01:39.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>Zzz.... was sick since tuesday after track and field traning and i am sill fever now - 38.3 degree celsius .I am super cold now and is eating my medicine. Brrr......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2488635788117424048?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2488635788117424048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2488635788117424048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2488635788117424048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2488635788117424048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/03/zzz.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-4024447016450549853</id><published>2009-03-02T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:42:31.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed blog</title><content type='html'>Wow, change my blog. felt tat my old blog with the kanda's picture was quite boring and decided to change it. This is much better than the other one. It nicer....darker with brightness....but gonna change the skin after 2-3 years ltr coz this is so damn nice and could not find other skin that is dark and bright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-4024447016450549853?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4024447016450549853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=4024447016450549853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/4024447016450549853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/4024447016450549853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-change-my-blog.html' title='Changed blog'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-8294051109858590791</id><published>2009-02-25T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:04:43.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rulez</title><content type='html'>Went to sch today and found out that the class commitee members had made some new rules which most of them said are fines, actually it is, and heres some(i dun remmember all) of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late coming -- pay $2 to class fund&lt;br /&gt;Unable to hand in hw without any valid reasons -- pay $0.50 to class fund&lt;br /&gt;Did not do duty roster(dunno how to spell) -- pay $0.50 to class fund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... many more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For late coming, mostly i think would be Brendon Lim as he always comes late, usually, and for unable to hand in work, it would be Brandan Pang as he said it himself ..... see the similarity? Both of them are Brendon/Brandan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-8294051109858590791?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8294051109858590791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=8294051109858590791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8294051109858590791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8294051109858590791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-rulez.html' title='New Rulez'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-3912228684617643177</id><published>2009-02-08T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:50:51.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/SY6Awvz3-OI/AAAAAAAAADE/4tuHoOOYYVg/s1600-h/clapperboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/SY6Awvz3-OI/AAAAAAAAADE/4tuHoOOYYVg/s400/clapperboard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300315386417772770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-3912228684617643177?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3912228684617643177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=3912228684617643177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/3912228684617643177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/3912228684617643177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/02/movie.html' title='Movie'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/SY6Awvz3-OI/AAAAAAAAADE/4tuHoOOYYVg/s72-c/clapperboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-223337252886982643</id><published>2009-01-30T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:55:28.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For this survey, Okay...... I am tagged by Renald so i hav to do it. but never mind, do for fun lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Adrian Tan&lt;br /&gt;B- Brendan&lt;br /&gt;C- Cavan&lt;br /&gt;D- Dedrick&lt;br /&gt;E- Elyas&lt;br /&gt;F- Fucker&lt;br /&gt;G- God (no offence)&lt;br /&gt;H- Hao Lun&lt;br /&gt;I- Isaac&lt;br /&gt;J- Jia Ann&lt;br /&gt;K- Kayven&lt;br /&gt;L- Loser&lt;br /&gt;M- Mark&lt;br /&gt;N- Nonsense&lt;br /&gt;O- Obama&lt;br /&gt;Q- Queen&lt;br /&gt;P- Pang Sai&lt;br /&gt;R- Rena&lt;br /&gt;S- Seok Yee&lt;br /&gt;T- Taufiq&lt;br /&gt;U- Utama ( Amelia LOL )&lt;br /&gt;V- Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;W- Wei Yang&lt;br /&gt;X- X-Man&lt;br /&gt;Y- Yi Ting&lt;br /&gt;Z-  Zac Effron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Can R and S be together in BGR?&lt;br /&gt;A. Maybe. How would i noe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How is L related to you?&lt;br /&gt;A. I dun noe him but he's a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Does Y know Z?&lt;br /&gt;A. If Y watches High School Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If C betrays you will you kill him/her?&lt;br /&gt;A. It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If K steals your boyfriend, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;A. FYI I'm a boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What if B tells you he/she have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;A. I will asked him to go to a mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Will you and M get into a fight?&lt;br /&gt;A. 80% no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who does K have a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;A. Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If L calls you a bitch what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;A. I'm not a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's the relationship between you and E?&lt;br /&gt;A. We are track and field frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who does Z like?&lt;br /&gt;A. U will noe if u watch High School Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who is I's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;A. I hav no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What colour does Y like?&lt;br /&gt;A. Ask her urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Where does F live?&lt;br /&gt;A. I dun noe, he goes around fucking every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Did you and C had a fight before?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yup, but we are still frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who is H's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;A. D, his gay fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What can you say about T?&lt;br /&gt;A. He's a singapore idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What if J tells you he/she has a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;A. I will consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tag 10 people to do this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;1. Adrian Tan&lt;br /&gt;2. Cavan&lt;br /&gt;3. Dedrick&lt;br /&gt;4. Elyas&lt;br /&gt;5. Isaac&lt;br /&gt;6. Hao Lun&lt;br /&gt;7. Seok Yee&lt;br /&gt;8. Jia Ann&lt;br /&gt;9. Mark&lt;br /&gt;10. X-Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hav done the survey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-223337252886982643?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/223337252886982643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=223337252886982643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/223337252886982643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/223337252886982643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-this-survey-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-2930389146540199036</id><published>2009-01-24T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:52:52.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siao</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hi again, plz dun tell me tat my blog post very short ok? coz i lazy write and hav nth to write also. For today, hav sth to write lah, we will talk about Monday. Went sch early in the morning but acctually Monday go sch is 8.30am one but tat day hav camp, so need to go earlier, so sian. After i reach school, went straight to classroom then the OGLs(student councillors) brief us on the camp. At 8.00am+, we went for reccess i think after tat we went to the hall. We go there sit down and listen to a talk, so boring. After tat they tell us to do some activities. We got out of the hall and went to the field, we at there play play play, shout shout shout. Shout wad? shout OI. coz when the OGLs call our class, we reply OI. After all the play play play and shout shout, we went back to the hall and build a so called rocket. A water ballon rocket, mean we hav to build sth to shoot the water ballon as far as we could, the class which has the furthest balloon shot will win. Of course we lost lah as i did not help to build. As all the class hav to be split into 3 group, 2 to build the 1 for making the cheer. i joined the cheer as i was tired. Finally it was 5.30pm(time to go home) YAY! Now about tuesday......i will skip some part and fast forward to at night. it was camp fire time and we cannot cheer as it was the traditional of it. i dunno y but some ppl still cheer.before the fire wad lit, our sch soccer players had a band named Chicky and they sang 3 song. the 1st one was Check Yes Juliet the second one was umbrella and the third one i dunno. And finally, it was sleeping time *yawn* but a lot ppl not sleepy yet they kept talking and talking until one OGL from other class came. All of them shut up and slept at around 11.30pm some never sleep. At 12.00am, i woke up i toss and turn coz it was so cold then, i saw ppl going to the toilet, i followed them. After we came back, i turn the fan speed to a slower one ans laid down. ppl started taliking again. then, one of the OGLs came and told us to stop talking and slepp or we need to do pumping in the morning, suddenly my fren said ok. Slowly we all fell asleep. in the morning, all of our class met up together in our formal classroom as boys and gals slept in different classrooms. After we met up, the OGL hu told us the do pumping came......OMG sian need to do push up le. We did 50 in a row and all of us were really tired. then my fren say do again..... Fuck lah sian we did 10 more. after flag raising, we went to play play play, shou shout shout and at 12.45pm we went home. Now, it isn't wad i tot of for this camp. this 3 day camp story hav finish and the rest of the week i dun wan to talk about le coz nth to sae. therefore, happy chinese new year eve the eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2930389146540199036?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2930389146540199036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2930389146540199036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2930389146540199036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2930389146540199036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/01/siao.html' title='Siao'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-7701092401986402355</id><published>2009-01-15T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:52:28.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ouch! leg hurts. Train for track and field on tuesday, swiming on wednessday, and today.......traing for track and field again. Sian, wonder when i will recover. Ok got a chinese compo test and didn't bring my electronic dictionary a lot of words dunno how to write. Sure fail one, never mind one lah fail then fail lor(wish dun fail). Today also hav mass dance in sch the enior teach us and too bad i did not learn coz i was in track and field. i went to see how they dance after tat and the senior very wad leh. keep shouting and even scold vulgar to my fren. My fren also scold her FUCK U and pointed middle finger. oh gtg bb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-7701092401986402355?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7701092401986402355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=7701092401986402355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/7701092401986402355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/7701092401986402355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/01/ouch-leg-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-398942531539550218</id><published>2009-01-12T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:50:06.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today woke up at 7am+ coz sch start at 8.30am on Monday. Mother tounge teacher say hav ditation, but at last never test us, so lucky as i never learn. Our english teacher also never come so we(boys) to play duel masters, but acctually we need to do SSRP(dunno wads tat), but we dun care so we go play DM. zzz.... dunno write wad le. AH HA.. one more thing, how or where to download free CS(counter strike) plz tell me in the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey i discover sth. It is when u type in the name of the web site in the adress bar, it will automatically go to tat website. Example: if i type Youtube in the adress bar, it will automatically goes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;www.youtube.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. Just like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miniclip.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;www.miniclip.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, i just type in Miniclip and it will go to tat website. i dun noe about other websites but all of u could try. Yahoo and Google can be also used by this method.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-398942531539550218?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/398942531539550218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=398942531539550218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/398942531539550218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/398942531539550218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-woke-up-at-7am-coz-sch-start-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-1564246365441043866</id><published>2009-01-10T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:17:58.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long sia</title><content type='html'>Sian, so long never use computer le, now then start to use too bad. Anyway, i got into AMKSS. the sch okok lah but very boring. Today still need go sch for CCA selection, reach home at 3pm+. tat all bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-1564246365441043866?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1564246365441043866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=1564246365441043866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/1564246365441043866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/1564246365441043866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-sia.html' title='Long sia'/><author><name>Alfred 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-8871024212103189146</id><published>2008-11-21T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:16:28.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakugan, Darkus type</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/SSbB7OfFgOI/AAAAAAAAACc/b6ZPRZ4KhbM/s1600-h/darkus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/SSbB7OfFgOI/AAAAAAAAACc/b6ZPRZ4KhbM/s400/darkus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271113637128667362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-8871024212103189146?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='bakugan opening'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-8575419261884679938</id><published>2008-11-21T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:57:35.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the lyrics to Bakugan opening ^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What are u gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;The odds are stacked against you,&lt;br /&gt;Back against the wall,&lt;br /&gt;You gotta give it your all,a-a-a-a-a-a&lt;br /&gt;This is the final stand,a-a-a-a-a-a&lt;br /&gt;The powers in you hand!&lt;br /&gt;Two worlds collide,&lt;br /&gt;On the inside,&lt;br /&gt;You got to fight for what's right, Before it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;gone, gone...&lt;br /&gt;This is BAKUGAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-8575419261884679938?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8575419261884679938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=8575419261884679938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8575419261884679938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/8575419261884679938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-lyrics-to-bakugan-opening.html' title='This is the lyrics to Bakugan opening ^'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-562639868279664706</id><published>2008-11-08T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:57:17.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wow! Long time never post liao. Today then post very busy most of the time as i was playing Get Amped, Get Amped finally can play liao now chiong for the guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian going to leave the sch liao, will miss all of u. Hope tat i would get gd marks for PSLE. Wish all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-562639868279664706?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/562639868279664706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=562639868279664706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/562639868279664706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/562639868279664706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-long-time-never-post-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfred 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/SPRxZmAgDVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2YGVJF13wAI/s400/dgreyman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256951349561527634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2876468559898161319?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2876468559898161319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2876468559898161319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2876468559898161319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2876468559898161319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3OC4yRXphFk/SPRxRBkxlaI/AAAAAAAAABw/ngfSGKQw00g/s400/allen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256951202342606242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2004530165803950405?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2004530165803950405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2004530165803950405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2004530165803950405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here comes the Power Rangers Jungle Fury!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Training hard to be the best that we can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Power Rangers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Protecting people from the evil Dai Shi Plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stand up for what we know is right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We will never lose the fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dai Shi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go Away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're Here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Save The Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause we're the Power Rangers Jungle Fury, Jungle Fury! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We'll pass the strong unstoppable, Jungle Fury!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here comes the Power Rangers Jungle Fury!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Jungle Fury Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Power RangersJungle Fury!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Power Rangers Jungle Fury! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2846469506797420697?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2846469506797420697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-2428396030725267524</id><published>2008-06-27T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:51:37.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tooo bad..............never mind about that. PSLE coming liao, sian lah, stress...so much every time do work work work, wish no PLSE at all. straight away can go good sec sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-2428396030725267524?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2428396030725267524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=2428396030725267524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2428396030725267524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/2428396030725267524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2008/06/tooo-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-1859676139127918896</id><published>2008-06-08T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:48:56.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hi ..... nice to see again. today bad day. also duno why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-1859676139127918896?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1859676139127918896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=1859676139127918896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/1859676139127918896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/1859676139127918896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338385329048955864.post-5363184710568002507</id><published>2008-06-07T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:01:28.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLICK FIVE- kidnap my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Os-v4p4LlI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Os-v4p4LlI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/338385329048955864-5363184710568002507?l=the-b0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5363184710568002507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=338385329048955864&amp;postID=5363184710568002507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5363184710568002507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/338385329048955864/posts/default/5363184710568002507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-b0i.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='CLICK FIVE- kidnap my heart'/><author><name>Alfred Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06818897501010751229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
