tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62411841077332772912012-02-16T23:36:39.802+08:00Mr and Mrs Tanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848804435068827751noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241184107733277291.post-85129696592795349902008-12-12T15:55:00.007+08:002008-12-12T16:11:38.120+08:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Hello peeps !</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Gonna post a <strong>short </strong>post today , about the meaning of Shit &amp;&amp; TTS's superduperwuperzuper <em>lovely </em>names in case you're curious to know .</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Well , Shit stands for </span><br />*<span style="font-family:arial;">drum roll</span>*<br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>S</strong>hao</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>H</strong>ong</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>I</strong>s</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>T</strong>alkative ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">&amp;&amp;</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">TTS means </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>T</strong>erence<br /><strong>T</strong>an </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>S</strong>ucks .</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Okay <span style="font-size:130%;">NO OFFENCE </span><span style="font-size:100%;">to anyone .</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Ending here .</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Ciao .</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241184107733277291-8512969659279534990?l=marshalltan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr and Mrs Tanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848804435068827751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241184107733277291.post-80135596382664839692008-08-21T15:49:00.003+08:002008-12-29T00:31:58.700+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">And now, the Tans have a new addition to their lovely family : their pride&amp;joy ,TaylorTanDaBian.<br />It was 7 months ago when SHIT first felt just a <em>little</em> nauseous.<br />TTS felt worried.They had only been married for 1 year!Was SHIT going to leave him so soon?<br />Just as he was thinking not-very-nice thoughts, SHIT gave a huge gasp and fainted.<br /><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"SHIT!Don't leave me!!!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">He, as quick as lightning, rushed SHIT to the hospital.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Mrs Tan, what have you been eating lately?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"me?oh.Normal things such as wasabi-flavoured shit.why?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Good news!You are going to be parents soon!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">TTS was sooo happy.He gave SHIT a huge hug.From then on, TTS began to pamper SHIT alot.Although TTS was so good to SHIT, SHIT began to develop post-pregnancy blues.She soon got tired of her lovely long locks and wanted them snipped away, nice and clean like those models in shops(who were actually fake people.In case you didn't know,SHIT had <strong>terrible</strong> eyesight.)She decided to propose this question to TTS.TTS, as always, gave in to his wife.Just as his wife was getting ready to go out to that oh-so-wonderful-newly-opened hairdresser, TTS had a brainwave(or so he thought).He had learnt hair-dressing in kindergarten hadn't he?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Darling?Why don't I cut your hair for you?I have a licence :D "</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">SHIT didnt really wanted TTS to cut his hair (his licence looked a bit, well, doodled on),but looking at her husband "beautiful" taupou-shaped eyes, her heart melted.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Oh well.Just cut it properly.If you don't..."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">SHIT clenched up her fist and punched the air.TTS nodded his head quickly- he knew his wife's temper.He got out his scissors and started to snip....</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"OHMYGOSH!WHAT HAPPENED?!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">TTS crouched in the corner - what was going to happen to him this time?He hoped that it wasn't going to be SHIT taking away all his packets of dried taupok-he couldn't live without them.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"hubby!You-are such a genius!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">SHIT screamed as she went over to kiss TTS.He heaved a sigh of relief and looked proudly at his wife.He had never realised how beautiful she looked.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">6months later.....</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">SHIT felt that her stomach was hurting her terribly.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Must be the dried taupok I sneaked from hubby's underwear drawer yesterday"</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">SHIT thought."No wonder hubby's farts are so smelly"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">She wanted to get up from the sofa, but was unable to.TTS looked at her in amazement.Whatever was happening to his lovely wife?"Hubby..."SHIT groaned as she let out a smelly fart.TTS's face turned green.He quickly reached for the anti-toxic mask around his wife's neck and dialled 999 and the hospital.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"EE-O!EE-O!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">He left the police to clear the air in is house while he accompanied his wife to the maternity ward.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">He was stopped by the nurses outside the ward so he had to wait outside for his wife.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">1hr passed...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">2hrs passed....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">3hrs passed....</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Finally, just as TTS was attacking his 10th packet of dried taupok, he heard a loud wail from the ward - his wife had given birth!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Congrats!Its a boy!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">He demanded to be led to see his wife and his wife.He was led passed the normal patients ward and the <s>high-crass </s>high-class wards."Could darling have..."He was so sad by his thought that he burst into tears."I know you are sad too.We feel sad for you too."The nurse tried to comfort him.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Finally, he was led to a ward : VERY DANGEROUS.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">He was shocked -what did it mean?The nurse handed him a mask that looked suspiciously like the mask he had been wearing just now.He entered and saw his tired-looking wife lying on the bed.There was a crib beside it and in it laid his son.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"OH!He is so cute!My dear dear son.."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">He carried his son over to his wife's bed and they together, discussed a name for their son.TTS wanted him to be named Taupok tan Tie Ren but SHIT had other ideas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"NO!Certainly not!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">TTS protested loudly.Just then a nurse entered and handed them their son's birth cert."Write his name there"the nurse ordered.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"I'll write"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">offered TTS.SHIT shook her head and let out a huge fart.TTS fell to the ground and SHIT happily filled in her son's name.She felt victorious</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Isnt mummy clever?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">She gaggled at her newborn who gave a snort."What?!"The newborn looked startled and quickly nodded.SHIT knew that she was the man of the house now.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">So this is how TaylorTanDaBian got into this world.Hope you enjoy my little tale.Goodbye!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241184107733277291-8013559638266483969?l=marshalltan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr and Mrs Tanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848804435068827751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241184107733277291.post-66957854603067607452007-03-29T22:39:00.001+08:002008-12-02T16:35:10.193+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Hello!!! Today, Shit wrote a poem about TTS. We are going to write the poem down so we have to reveal TTS name...So sorry but no offence ok? His name is Terrence! The poem...<br /><br />Terence is a pig<br />Everybody says he is lazy<br />Ridiculous and fat,<br />Everyone hates him<br />Nothing he can do so he<br />Commit sucide<br />Everyone says "good!"<br /><br />Its kind of like insulting him, but this is just a joke! Please do not take it too hard ok Terence? Hope that you will not find out this blog in the first place!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241184107733277291-6695785460306760745?l=marshalltan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr and Mrs Tanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848804435068827751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6241184107733277291.post-10131248521468337852007-03-29T22:25:00.001+08:002008-12-02T16:34:39.650+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">This blog is to tell you more about the life of someone call David Marshall ( A nickname) and Mr Tan... </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We will not reveal their real names but we gave the wife a name call "Shit" no offence and the husband, TTS. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It all begins when one day during our social studies lesson, we were call to draw a poster to vote our friend to become a class monitor or prefect( your choice) when TTS draw Shit the face of David Marshall. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">His drawing was so ridiculous that we all started laughing. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It was just so funny. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Me and my friend ( will not reveal the names) started inventing this story and we will recommand it to our friends( The more the merrier). </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Hope that you enjoy!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6241184107733277291-1013124852146833785?l=marshalltan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mr and Mrs Tanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03848804435068827751noreply@blogger.com0