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After sending some applicants through the background checks, training and testing, they narrowed the possible choices down to two men and a woman, but only one position was available.The day came for the final test to see which peson would get the extremely secretive job.<br /><br />The CIA men administering the test took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow our instructions whatever the circumstances," they explained. "Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her." The man looked horrified and said, "You can't be serious! I could never shoot my wife!" "Well," said the CIA man, "you're definitely not the right man for this job then."So they brought the second man to the same door and handed him a gun.<br /><br />"We must know that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances," they explained to the second man. "Inside you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her." The second man looked a bit shocked, but nevertheless took the gun and went in the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes; then the door opened. The man came out of the room with tears in his eyes. "I tried to shoot her; I just couldn't pull the trigger and shoot my wife. I guess I'm not the right man for the job.""No," the CIA man replied, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."<br /><br />Now they only had the woman left to test. They led her to the same door to the same room and handed her the same gun. "We must be sure that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances; this is your final test. Inside you will find your husband sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill him." The woman took the gun and opened the door. Before the door even closed all the way, the CIA men heard the gun start firing, one shot after another for 13 shots. Then all hell broke loose in the room. They heard screaming, rashing, and banging on the walls. This went on for several minutes; then all went quiet.The door opened slowly, and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didn't tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. I had to beat the son of a bitch to death with the chair!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='tracker/409366796892728906-8191606269903098687?l=boshii-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TongWeinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409366796892728906.post-33907375445986352562008-12-28T02:50:00.002+08:002008-12-28T03:04:45.780+08:00<p>Have not updated on my life since... ...3months ago? Maybe more.<br /><br />Things that happened this holiday<br /><br />1. Nothing<br />2. 3e3 bbq<br />3. Watched lotsa movies with bros<br />4. Went to Desaru<br />5. Bros bbq<br />6. Realised i'm taking my O's next year (crapped)<br /><br />I'm gonna elaborate on no. 4. Its been really long since the whole family finally went out together! Dad and mum wud be busy working, bro busy studying and church, and as for myself, busy rotting. Was reluctant to go at first but once i've got there everything changed. We took a ferry to the terminal in Malaysia and bus-ed to our hotel. Being at the deck of the ferry rocks! The sea breeze got my hair messed up! Saw huge crocodiles cuddling together hibernating. Distance between the crocs and i was around 2-3 metres. Got to carry a baby croc and took a picture. Went to a small zoo and fed goats, rabbit and clowned around with the dumb monkey :x Thats about all that happen there. BYE! </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='tracker/409366796892728906-3390737544598635256?l=boshii-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TongWeinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409366796892728906.post-74289536182913850722008-12-24T00:48:00.002+08:002008-12-24T00:55:38.772+08:00A few days after Christmas, a mother was working in the kitchen listening to her young son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son said, "All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now, cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train, cause we're going down the tracks.<br /><br />"The mother went nuts and told her son, "We don't use that kind ofl anguage in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and you areto stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language.<br /><br />"Two hours later, the son comes out of the bedroom and resumes playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her sonsay, "All passengers who are disembarking from the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for riding with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hopeyou will ride with us again soon." She hears the little boy continue,"For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train.We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today.<br /><br />"As the mother began to smile, the child added, "For those of you whoare pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='tracker/409366796892728906-7428953618291385072?l=boshii-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TongWeinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409366796892728906.post-90360317039301748642008-11-28T21:30:00.001+08:002008-11-28T21:32:11.068+08:00Before marriage....<br /><br />He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.<br /><br />She: Do you want me to leave?<br /><br />He: No! Don't even think about it.<br /><br />She: Do you love me?<br /><br />He: Of course! Over and over!<br /><br />She: Have you ever cheated on me?<br /><br />He: No! Why are you even asking?<br /><br />She: Will you kiss me?<br /><br />He: Every chance I get.<br /><br />She: Will you hit me?<br /><br />He: Are you crazy! I'm not that kind of person!<br /><br />She: Can I trust you?<br /><br />He: Yes.<br /><br />She: Darling!<br /><br /><br />After marriage....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Simply read from bottom to top.<br /><br />Feel free to ask if u don't understand ^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='tracker/409366796892728906-9036031703930174864?l=boshii-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TongWeinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409366796892728906.post-65994067619721091702008-11-19T15:12:00.000+08:002008-11-19T15:14:26.573+08:00NEW OFFICE POLICY<br /><br />Dress Code:<br /><br />1) You are advised to come to work dressed according to your salary.<br />2) If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we will assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise.<br />3) If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not need a raise.<br />4) If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a raise.<br /><br />Sick Days:<br /><br />We will no longer accept a doctor's statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.<br /><br />Personal Days:<br /><br />Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturdays &amp; Sundays.<br /><br />Bereavement Leave:<br /><br />This is no excuse for missing work. There is nothing you can do for dead friends, relatives or co-workers. Every effort should be made to have non-employees attend the funeral arrangements in your place. In rare cases where employee involvement is necessary, the funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will be glad to allow you to work through your lunch hour and subsequently leave one hour early.<br /><br />Toilet Breaks:<br /><br />Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is now a strict three-minute time limit in the stalls. At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open, and a picture will be taken. After your second offence, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the 'Chronic Offenders' category. Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be sectioned under the company's mental health policy.<br /><br />Lunch Break:<br /><br />* Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch, as they need to eat more, so that they can look healthy.<br />* Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure.<br />* Fat people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a Slim-Fast.<br /><br />Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive employment experience. Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='tracker/409366796892728906-6599406761972109170?l=boshii-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TongWeinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-409366796892728906.post-4496774405373639192008-11-17T00:42:00.002+08:002008-11-17T00:49:48.009+08:00