<?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-33105186</id><updated>2011-07-12T04:16:45.329-07:00</updated><category term='Are you my one? i hope u will be'/><category term='You control your life and destiny.'/><category term='Price to pay.'/><title type='text'>spamming is my life</title><subtitle type='html'>location: singapore
e-mail address:lou_evil246@hotmail.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-2513606720715950235</id><published>2008-09-27T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T02:55:55.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG... Xanga is freaking easy to use.. to add anything, i just have to click edit theme.. LOL, to tink that smart me have to figure it out for so long.. i am retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-2513606720715950235?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2513606720715950235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=2513606720715950235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/2513606720715950235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/2513606720715950235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-5367685649715336687</id><published>2008-09-27T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T02:35:37.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promos is a total turn off. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i wanted to try out how xanga feels, turn out, its not bad. Well, except the fact that i cant get to put the freaking tagbox in them. or cbox or x box or whatever box u call that onto the xanga page. so if there is any kind soul out there who wanna help the com-idiot me, oh please do so. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i have been whining since the start of promos cause they are really pissing the shit out of me. its like, wtf. 3 weeks of promoms with 8 days break in between, further more the last two papers are like 1 week apart, that accounts for 7 days break among the 8 days. And to top it off, there are the same papers. holy Crappy shit rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think i better get back to study ( as if i can ) and hope that physics paper is a breeze for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, u guys can check out my xanga page, at least it does not rot as much as this blog, its new.. and new don decompose so fast.&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;www.xanga.com/lou_zh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-5367685649715336687?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5367685649715336687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=5367685649715336687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5367685649715336687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5367685649715336687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/promos-is-total-turn-off.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-7734336320741592038</id><published>2008-08-03T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:17:52.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is freaking hiliarious. Caught up a little with 4E with a mass convo just now. Alot of them where in it, but not many were talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and fir, always up to no good, pit our Lit skills against each other and put our brains to the test. Or else we will turn rusty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below is an extract of the CONVO&lt;br /&gt;Serious Monday- 7 minutes : Firdaus&lt;br /&gt;LZH----- : me&lt;br /&gt;3DD     : Samuel&lt;br /&gt;Jeska      : hot hot angeline&lt;br /&gt;JH         : little prick a.k.a jun hong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious Monday- 7 minutes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;My dick rumble in the jungle, your dick got touched by your uncle&lt;br /&gt;3DD says:&lt;br /&gt;good rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;Serious Monday- 7 minutes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeap&lt;br /&gt;Jeska says:&lt;br /&gt;is this male talk&lt;br /&gt;LZH      BOOM DE yAddA BOOM de Yadda. I love the whole world   ARBY and the CHIEF says:&lt;br /&gt;High 5 dude&lt;br /&gt;Serious Monday- 7 minutes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;Zh gimmie a comeback&lt;br /&gt;Jeska says:&lt;br /&gt;how did we start on rumbling jungles and uncles again&lt;br /&gt;Serious Monday- 7 minutes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;or your dick is small&lt;br /&gt;LZH      BOOM DE yAddA BOOM de Yadda. I love the whole world   ARBY and the CHIEF says:&lt;br /&gt;comeback to that junge thing?&lt;br /&gt;3DD says:&lt;br /&gt;jeska is male&lt;br /&gt;3DD says:&lt;br /&gt;no prob.&lt;br /&gt;Serious Monday- 7 minutes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;try to win me&lt;br /&gt;Jeska says:&lt;br /&gt;youre confused&lt;br /&gt;Serious Monday- 7 minutes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;or your dick is officially small&lt;br /&gt;Jeska says:&lt;br /&gt;oh i saw a fag at 7-11s today&lt;br /&gt;LZH      BOOM DE yAddA BOOM de Yadda. I love the whole world   ARBY and the CHIEF says:&lt;br /&gt;my dick is sucked by yr aunty&lt;br /&gt;yr dick hides inside yr panties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious Monday- 7 minutes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;My dick cant fit down the chimney&lt;br /&gt;your dick look like a kid from Philipenes&lt;br /&gt;LZH      BOOM DE yAddA BOOM de Yadda. I love the whole world   ARBY and the CHIEF says:&lt;br /&gt;My Dick let me score chicks&lt;br /&gt;Yr dick small and sick&lt;br /&gt;Serious Monday- 7 minutes.. says:&lt;br /&gt;My dick pink and big&lt;br /&gt;your dick stinks like shit&lt;br /&gt;LZH      BOOM DE yAddA BOOM de Yadda. I love the whole world   ARBY and the CHIEF says:&lt;br /&gt;My dick, strong and big&lt;br /&gt;yr dick, small like stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Firdy Birdy, a.k.a. Firdaus, yr level of intellect nvr cease to amaze me, just like the size of yr small schlong nvr cease to amaze any old woman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-7734336320741592038?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7734336320741592038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=7734336320741592038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/7734336320741592038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/7734336320741592038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-freaking-hiliarious.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-4387685635096392062</id><published>2008-08-03T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:29:15.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love all of my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I love discovery&lt;br /&gt;I love gals's rear end (cant find anything that rhymes)&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to see&lt;br /&gt;BOOM DE Yada BOOM DE Yada&lt;br /&gt;BOOM DE Yada BOOM DE Yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love andrea&lt;br /&gt;I love angeline&lt;br /&gt;I love my good pals&lt;br /&gt;especially Mud Firdy&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole bunch&lt;br /&gt;And all the fun-filled lunch&lt;br /&gt;BOOM DE Yada BOOM DE Yada&lt;br /&gt;BOOM DE Yada BOOM DE Yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ah poo,&lt;br /&gt;i love the pussy hui&lt;br /&gt;I love the butch marc&lt;br /&gt;I love Lou-Lousy&lt;br /&gt;I love the clique&lt;br /&gt;And all the stupid dicks&lt;br /&gt;BOOM DE Yada BOOM DE Yada&lt;br /&gt;BOOM DE Yada BOOM DE Yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love CX,&lt;br /&gt;I love Kueh Hui Teng&lt;br /&gt;I love net net (eeeEEEEEHHHHHHhhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;I love KHoo Willy&lt;br /&gt;I love the damn clique&lt;br /&gt;And all the bimbo chicks&lt;br /&gt;BOOM DE Yada BOOM DE Yada&lt;br /&gt;BOOM DE Yada BOOM DE Yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not blogged for god-zillion years. but i just have no time yeah. To compensate for the dead blog, let me share a wonder video with all you guys out there. and also, my own creation of that song. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, these weeks i have learn quite a few lessons in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) When you are going to the gym, leave your ego at the door. pick it up when u leave&lt;br /&gt;2) When you do not acknowledge the importance of something, its nothing. But when u realise, its everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) And lastly..&lt;br /&gt;BOOM DE Yada BOOM DE Yada&lt;br /&gt;BOOM DE Yada BOOM DE Yada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-4387685635096392062?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4387685635096392062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=4387685635096392062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/4387685635096392062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/4387685635096392062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-all-of-my-friends-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-3839410444863232551</id><published>2008-07-05T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:00.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/edit&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS INcOMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SHBxLaktTfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/K4IqYktaMtM/s1600-h/Image546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219796409048190450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SHBxLaktTfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/K4IqYktaMtM/s400/Image546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SHBxL6dJywI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nriPufdXeXE/s1600-h/Image547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219796417606437634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SHBxL6dJywI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nriPufdXeXE/s400/Image547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SHBxMEh718I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6g2GveSak54/s1600-h/Image540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219796420310849474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SHBxMEh718I/AAAAAAAAAK8/6g2GveSak54/s400/Image540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SHBxMQhBxZI/AAAAAAAAALE/hFtQACICFFk/s1600-h/Image525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219796423528269202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SHBxMQhBxZI/AAAAAAAAALE/hFtQACICFFk/s400/Image525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SHBxM1QyYXI/AAAAAAAAALM/MqiR5qvobGo/s1600-h/Image539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219796433392263538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SHBxM1QyYXI/AAAAAAAAALM/MqiR5qvobGo/s400/Image539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Today out with debs, Fir, and Doreen. WAh not bad ah, debbie have become hotter and hotter, doreen too, and doreen cut bangs and bob.. LOL.. mushroom doreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, cute lar cute lar. LOL (lazy to post pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie, u good. leave early. heavy colour light friends. HAHAHA.. better don do this in December, i will kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, left doreen and me, after fir left too. so we went to carrefour and decided to camwhore there. since there are so many people. we scout around to look for places that has either nobody, or little people. below is one of the extract...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAlking past the liqour area where it is completely empty&lt;br /&gt;ZH: Do, do u see what i see?&lt;br /&gt;D: yes i saw that&lt;br /&gt;ZH: aer u thinking what i am thinking?&lt;br /&gt;D: i guess so.... HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*RUSH into the store and camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA... and we came up with the concept of "SHOOT AND SCOOT". take a photo, then run. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;Took quite a lot of photos, had a hell of a time, and certainly wan more of these outing to come. i guess that is only possible in DEc. nvr mind, it will pass fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOREEN, we MISS YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-3839410444863232551?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3839410444863232551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=3839410444863232551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3839410444863232551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3839410444863232551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-out-with-debs-fir-and-doreen.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/SHBxLaktTfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/K4IqYktaMtM/s72-c/Image546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-5173177992708538181</id><published>2008-07-01T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:30:26.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Line have a tension limit, once its stretch, it will break, just like a rubber band. Beware, it might smack you in the hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-5173177992708538181?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5173177992708538181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=5173177992708538181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5173177992708538181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5173177992708538181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-enough-of-you-calling-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-1444663463209730976</id><published>2008-06-30T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T07:31:58.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY HEY HEY... three day of IPW.... freaking boring, but also freaking fun. LOL check out what we did in our free time.... bunch of noobass beatboxers.... LOL... but ah heck, its for the entertainment yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lDFIR_oaLlw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lDFIR_oaLlw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2 YO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zz34BxymcbY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zz34BxymcbY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRY, IPW DRIVES PEOPLE MAD.... ARGHHHH * pulls hair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-1444663463209730976?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1444663463209730976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=1444663463209730976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1444663463209730976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1444663463209730976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-4952287220497441928</id><published>2008-06-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:06:08.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe its the way mother nature turns the world around&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the day when my hopes hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i can lay, upside down&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all that i say, is useless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LZH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rhyme of the day: way, day, lay, say&lt;br /&gt;around, ground, down, now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-4952287220497441928?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4952287220497441928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=4952287220497441928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/4952287220497441928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/4952287220497441928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/maybe-its-way-mother-nature-turns-world.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-3604005287596802154</id><published>2008-06-24T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:01.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First things first, the study session on saturday. geez, what a day it was.. LOL. Firstly, to bishan to have lunch, then intended to go to bishan library to study. In the end, after eating, we succumb to the arcade monster( sh's idea) LOL. super MARIO CART RACING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW can this person/thing win? i was like, just beside her when we cross the line, and she/he/wahtever WON... UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SGDzeCmu8NI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DQfIbtUXSuM/s1600-h/Image443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215436065915990226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SGDzeCmu8NI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DQfIbtUXSuM/s400/Image443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sh step on the accelerator too hard and broke his slippers. sigh, MIC fake goods is liddat one lar. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then, he was like. damn, i need a slipper and i pointed to a shop that sells shoes for woman and said, hey, there is a pair for 10 buckaloolooz. then he was like. oh yeah... oh wait.. its for gals u fker. LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we went to bishan library, only to find that there are not seats, not even a space. it is so..... packed. so, we came up with the idea of buying coffeebean and tea leaves and go to ah teng house. Ah coffee bean, after i bought my stuff, they said.. hmm... i think we better go mac's buy. LOL WTF MAN, cheat my feelings. hahaha. (and we got chase out of coffeebean casue we got textbooks and other people who are studying don use text book. what a shit ass place. but the caramel is good....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way i told them... hmmm, why not come to MY humble abode. and they were like, oh yeah, no one have ever gone to yr house b4, afterwhich sh burst out saying, yeah, yr fish farm. so anyway, we are already on the bus 156 and we just walked over to my house from quite nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT MY HOUSE......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SGDzeRD10YI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-Ebn5ssMUK0/s1600-h/Image446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215436069796172162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SGDzeRD10YI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-Ebn5ssMUK0/s400/Image446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;violin girl with her "aura"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SGDzehQKXHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Pwa-SJglV9I/s1600-h/Image452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215436074142817394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SGDzehQKXHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Pwa-SJglV9I/s400/Image452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pussy boy with his "pura" ( don look at me, i also donno what is that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, study, then while having toilet break, ah teng try out CS. WOW, damn it, that gal is talented. 8 rounds, 14 kills 7 headshots. that is like 50%? not bad for a beginner yeah?&lt;br /&gt;and then its sh's turn. As expected, 10 rounds, no kills. kanna headshot 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.. no wonder marc says he can beat sh in any game anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY...... laugh laugh laugh. STUDY STUDY STUDY.... phew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME FLIES, doesnt it. My mom treat my freinds to steakhouse, with superb services. haha. to noe wht they do, go &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/screamandlaugh"&gt;www.xanga.com/screamandlaugh&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LZH signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-3604005287596802154?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3604005287596802154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=3604005287596802154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3604005287596802154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3604005287596802154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-things-first-study-session-on.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/SGDzeCmu8NI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DQfIbtUXSuM/s72-c/Image443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-8707715446674727869</id><published>2008-06-19T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:36:56.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOMAN and MEN. the formal from venus, and the latter from earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman will say she like everyone's name in the class and leave out yrs just to show that she don like you.&lt;br /&gt;Men will say that he like everyone in the class except you.                         -LZH&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Woman Says:&lt;br /&gt;“This place is a mess! C’mon,&lt;br /&gt;You and I need to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;Your stuff is lying on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;and if we don’t do laundry right now&lt;br /&gt;you’ll have no clothes to wear.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Man Hears:&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah, blah, blah, C’MON&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah, blah, YOU AND I&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah, ON THE FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah, blah, RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, NO CLOTHES&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Element name: WOMANSymbol: WO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Atomic weight: (don’t even go there)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Physical properties: Generally round in form. Boils at nothing and may freeze at any time. Melts whenever treated properly. Very bitter if mishandled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chemical properties: Very active. Highly unstable. Possesses strong affinity with gold, silver, platinum, and precious stones. Volatile when left alone. Able to absorb great amounts of exotic food. Turns slightly green when placed next to a shinier specimen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Usage: Highly ornamental. An extremely good catalyst for dispersion of wealth. Probably the most powerful income reducing agent known.Caution: Highly explosive in inexperienced hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Element Name: MAN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Symbol: XY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Atomic Weight: (180+/-50)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Physical properties: Solid at room temperature, but gets bent out of shape easily. Fairly dense and sometimes flaky. Difficult to find a pure sample. Due to rust, aging samples are unable to conduct electricity as easily as young samples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chemical properties: Attempts to bond with WO any chance it can get. Also tends to form strong bonds with itself. Becomes explosive when mixed with KD (Element: Child) for prolonged periods of time. Neutralize by saturating with alcohol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Usage: None known. Possible good methane source. Good specimens are able to produce large quantities on command.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-8707715446674727869?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8707715446674727869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=8707715446674727869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/8707715446674727869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/8707715446674727869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/woman-and-men.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-7087036626536938107</id><published>2008-06-19T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:01.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA.. talking to Doreen KICKS ASS.... WOOTS.. She is damn funny.. inject the happiness, and purge out the angst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this convo with doreen, abt her party at her house on 28. WOO HOO solely for people of 4E. Oh yeah, and guess what? She read my blog and she is touched. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess i really mean this statment.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when the distance between us is not measured by miles, but by saturdays, and sundays. Doreen says she totally feel me man. HAHAHA. and talking to her is sooooo fun. Her blur-ness is definately enough to crack up one's day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i asked her if we can go and eat POPEYE at the airport after we fetch her. and she says&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;we go fetch you from airport...&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;then we go eat popeye&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;at terminal 3&lt;br /&gt;D says:&lt;br /&gt;YEHA I WAS READING SOMEONE'S BLOG AND IT GOT POPEYE&lt;br /&gt;D says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG LOOKS SO YUMMY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;it is a hundred times better than those shitty chickens from KFC&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;and the scone&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;its GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;crunchy and fresh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;yr parents go home first...&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;then we go eat&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;then we all take taxi down to yr house&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;okay?&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;are u on?&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;i will have dragonboat that morning... so i will rush home then rush to buy something.. then rush to airport with zhi hui and firdaus...&lt;br /&gt;D says:&lt;br /&gt;noooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS WOOTS WOOTS&lt;br /&gt;LZH opportunity only come knocking on yr door once..... once and its gone says:&lt;br /&gt;come on do do&lt;br /&gt;D says:&lt;br /&gt;pajamas rmbr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHHAA... she just don wan to be seen with PJs walking around in the airport. And she cant wear shorts cause its winter there. and being a vain dame, she just don wan to be seen, unglam and having her rep hurt. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH yeah, and she say there will most probably be no swim and scream in the party, but sitting down to talk. BUT AH HECK... who cares. PARTY IN THE POOL... WEEEEE. hahaha... i miss doreen, i miss her mother, and most of all, i miss charcoal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doreen actually wan us to wear MFSS shirt or some kind to the party. and i say okay, but i am gonna bring there to change. and she say i am vain. HEY YO GAL, cant ruin my image and hurt my rep yo, being seen in that. hahaha Wonder if her accent got change. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LZH&lt;br /&gt;SIGNING OUT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. cant wait for DO-DO party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFqO_D4sJiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lw4ozpF9gXE/s1600-h/DSC04222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213636732660753954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFqO_D4sJiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lw4ozpF9gXE/s400/DSC04222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.P.S. rmb this pic Do-Do. yr mom was like.. WHEY, how that that LZH put his hands around my daughter(in a joking tone of course. HER mom is nice okay)... and i told doreen that her mom must be damn glad, and the next time i knew, she retorted with.... MORE LIKE SHE SCARED YR DIRTY HANDS WILL RUIN HER SACRED DAUGHTER. HAHAHAHA. but she said.. no offence. its alright gal, NONE TAKEN. !!! HEHE COME BACK.&gt;&gt; we are waiting.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-7087036626536938107?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7087036626536938107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=7087036626536938107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/7087036626536938107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/7087036626536938107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFqO_D4sJiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lw4ozpF9gXE/s72-c/DSC04222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-6228638738807157446</id><published>2008-06-12T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:05.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Totally cant wait for Doreen's party to come... ARGHHH no life holidays..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE miss list&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss all my friends... all the times we have fun, all the times we fool around, pissing teacher's off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the days where the distance between us is not measure by distance, but by saturdays and sundays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the days where we walk fool around in class, calling each other names and shouting at each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the days where we bring food to class and start storing a full bunk of food underneath our table( oh wait..only i do that.. LOL)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the days where we will share food in class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the days where we feel scared casue we are not suppose to bring handphones to school and there is a spot check that day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the days where our homework is completed via copying, or not handing anything up at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss hanging out with you guys during the holidays, no matter at chalet, andrea's condo, amk hub or wherever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the days where me and fir will point middle finger to other people when we are on the bus just for the sake of having fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the racist jokes with azh and firdaus on the bus, and miss azh making a fool outta himself for asking the phone number of the st. nicks gals on the bus, or by just saying they are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i miss mayflower. ( not the school, but the memories within the school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFE344BEc1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/geAFuWjKdeA/s1600-h/Class+prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211007694093448018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFE344BEc1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/geAFuWjKdeA/s400/Class+prom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFE2wMg5BSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YERXfZvoHFY/s1600-h/1_184194903l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211006445465175330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFE2wMg5BSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YERXfZvoHFY/s400/1_184194903l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFE33v49PAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2Wwk3Sowigk/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211007674732067842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFE33v49PAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2Wwk3Sowigk/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFE34JVYv7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/6FZ2WblVzAs/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211007681562197938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFE34JVYv7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/6FZ2WblVzAs/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFE34TDpeoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zqW-IE8inmM/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211007684172151426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFE34TDpeoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zqW-IE8inmM/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFE34roecBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_wyJpK0DnyU/s1600-h/Picture+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211007690769068050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SFE34roecBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_wyJpK0DnyU/s400/Picture+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding day of my cousin, Adeline. Morning we went to the church then to the Senior Offices Mess to have a lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvtGnpyCpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JBs-jnF9F2o/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209518091963337362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvtGnpyCpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JBs-jnF9F2o/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with my sister&lt;br /&gt;morning attire, Dark colours... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209518113139709618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvtH2in1rI/AAAAAAAAAGI/87ZiXdoMqYo/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my funny newphew who only wans to take the picture with the shades on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvtI3PUCWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0BkxzHxRUqw/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209518130507024738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvtI3PUCWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0BkxzHxRUqw/s400/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family photo at the church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvtJQfmk9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/IITy3MqFQA8/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209518137286235090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvtJQfmk9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/IITy3MqFQA8/s400/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand cannon. At the senior Officer's mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvtKY2rDqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PtEK5Emp11o/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209518156710350498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvtKY2rDqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PtEK5Emp11o/s400/Picture+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old school musket. with my cute nephew. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN..... NIGHT... DINNER. And my attire is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvwEqXiOMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/N6vhjyMy4GE/s1600-h/Image417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209521356867254466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvwEqXiOMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/N6vhjyMy4GE/s400/Image417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA-DA... all white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvwFU22GQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qgAndGGbewg/s1600-h/DSCN0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209521368272869634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvwFU22GQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qgAndGGbewg/s400/DSCN0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again with my teethless nephew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvwGFutj9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/LAyYm-tqBW4/s1600-h/Picture+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209521381392093138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvwGFutj9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/LAyYm-tqBW4/s400/Picture+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family potrait with my grandma, she wore that dress to my parents wedding, and kept it till now to wear it to attend my cousin's wedding. oh man, hope she can wear it to my wedding. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvwG-gmTrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0ILYG92rUPQ/s1600-h/Picture+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209521396633718450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvwG-gmTrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0ILYG92rUPQ/s400/Picture+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, with my grandma, and the dress who is older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvwHpJY31I/AAAAAAAAAHI/5a7s0T0RCHI/s1600-h/DSCN0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209521408079093586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvwHpJY31I/AAAAAAAAAHI/5a7s0T0RCHI/s400/DSCN0975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generation Y, the youngsters. with my aunty (extreme left), who is very havoc and daring with her fashion statement. HAHAHA.. ROCK ON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEwbhwoTzII/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ej3EMZnHPLU/s1600-h/Image414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209569135764425858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEwbhwoTzII/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ej3EMZnHPLU/s400/Image414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, my very funny nephew, and me. BLACK AND WHITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvyCSv8sLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gKCbiv-t8j4/s1600-h/Picture+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209523515190718642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvyCSv8sLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gKCbiv-t8j4/s400/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Groom, Bride and my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvyBKtc2uI/AAAAAAAAAHY/t28grO0SxZQ/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209523495852890850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvyBKtc2uI/AAAAAAAAAHY/t28grO0SxZQ/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower gal and page boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvyC_Ao9RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/09I2LdYv09k/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209523527071888658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvyC_Ao9RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/09I2LdYv09k/s400/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool rite.. their wedding they walk under the swords...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvyDmbnQYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dVfFBaKZPlk/s1600-h/Picture+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209523537654006146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvyDmbnQYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dVfFBaKZPlk/s400/Picture+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they made chocolates... K for Kal, and A for adeline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-1950877785172493264?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1950877785172493264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=1950877785172493264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1950877785172493264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1950877785172493264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding-day-of-my-cousin-adeline.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEvtGnpyCpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JBs-jnF9F2o/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-1685076759142701103</id><published>2008-06-04T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:11.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAY SAY SAY... haha... STAYOVER AT AH TENG HOUSE... opps, i forgot to intro my JC friends yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZXbe3wPcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/S7Yph9Ny-Ps/s1600-h/NYJC+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207946148755553730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZXbe3wPcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/S7Yph9Ny-Ps/s400/NYJC+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei Lun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZXb-3wPdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/m4Poq0kykiQ/s1600-h/NYJC+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207946157345488338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZXb-3wPdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/m4Poq0kykiQ/s400/NYJC+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banana eating Poo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZXce3wPeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/srIlMkBy8dg/s1600-h/NYJC+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207946165935422946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZXce3wPeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/srIlMkBy8dg/s400/NYJC+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIMBO TENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZXce3wPfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u8NmGYbCLTQ/s1600-h/BANGS+CX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207946165935422962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZXce3wPfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u8NmGYbCLTQ/s400/BANGS+CX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIMBO Chu Xuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZmzu3wPjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-BpnBytF8xM/s1600-h/Image354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207963058041798194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZmzu3wPjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-BpnBytF8xM/s400/Image354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pussy Sheng hui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZmzO3wPhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SGKfUhA4sBM/s1600-h/Image364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207963049451863570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZmzO3wPhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SGKfUhA4sBM/s400/Image364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marc zai. ( he is not in NYJC... but he always hangs out with us. this is the picture of him and diu diu a.k.a ah teng's soft toy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZmze3wPiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wWuM3UzjVOk/s1600-h/Image366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207963053746830882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZmze3wPiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wWuM3UzjVOk/s400/Image366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we went, to Ah teng's house on the saturday, 31st May. hahaha. And she forgot that she have to go for her ah ma birthday party. bimbo indeed!! LOLX. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we guys end up early in her house and start setting up all the equipment, PS2 and laptops, only to realise that she forgot her own wireless security password. so we tried many many dumb combinations that she thinks might be the password...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eggheadteng&lt;br /&gt;egghead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;huiteng91&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eggheadrocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then finally, she reached home and the password is.... (for security reasons, cannot say. but its kinda dumb)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, sheng hui lie to them that we are watching spongebob movie and he brought one miss call, and says that it is very scary until ah teng don dare to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but after watching, everyone start to laugh and say that sheng hui is a pussy to think that one miss call is scary. LOLx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;list of people who K.O&lt;br /&gt;!st: CX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd: MARC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd: sheng hui and Poo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th: wei lun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.... the ton king goes to.... ZHENG HUI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.... the ton queen goes to... AH teng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL... we are the last man standing, or in fact, last man and woman standing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah, and marc slept for very long, like at least 4 hours. and while sleeping, diu diu nvr left his arms. it is always in his arms, tightly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ah teng said: if it were me, i already had thrown diu diu until donno where liao.. burst out laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures taken while at ah teng house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZsge3wPkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DnNDi-7leXw/s1600-h/Image362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207969324399083074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZsge3wPkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DnNDi-7leXw/s400/Image362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;playing with my laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZsgu3wPlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SQD8tj4ncVM/s1600-h/Image363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207969328694050386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZsgu3wPlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SQD8tj4ncVM/s400/Image363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching one miss call? wow.. so scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZsg-3wPmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YSV5dzNSRQM/s1600-h/Image365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207969332989017698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZsg-3wPmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YSV5dzNSRQM/s400/Image365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pussy hui acting like a foreign worker. He looks like one in his IC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZsg-3wPnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1mCKbETy654/s1600-h/Image356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207969332989017714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZsg-3wPnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1mCKbETy654/s400/Image356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;camwhoring with ah teng's lappie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZshO3wPoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xj8YcXEQPwA/s1600-h/Image359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207969337283985026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZshO3wPoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xj8YcXEQPwA/s400/Image359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHOOT 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-1685076759142701103?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1685076759142701103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=1685076759142701103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1685076759142701103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1685076759142701103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/say-say-say.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/SEZXbe3wPcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/S7Yph9Ny-Ps/s72-c/NYJC+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-8149109804667355115</id><published>2008-05-25T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:25:10.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The World is full of shitty situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone had heard abt the Sichuan earthquake and the mynmar cyclone. The world brings about disasters after disasters. Hearts break and beeld, lives shear and shatter. 2008, is it really a good year? Or is it a year full of misery and pain? As the chinese believe, 8 brings about prosperity and luck, but look at the damn world now, is this the luck we are talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those out there who does not understand yr mother's love, please, look at what mothers do when they dearest baby is under threat. In Sichuan, mother's uses their body to cover their child's body, breast feeding infant before the strain and pain takes their last breath away. I believe that is what they call the mother's instinct, to put their children's safety over their survival. As long as their children is safe, they are willing to give up everything, even if their own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many families break down and cry till this day? how many bodies are still not found? This earthquake really devasted and broken up many families, and many mothers, who are unable to relieve their child from the devil's arm. Is this what mother nature deem as population control? Or just to show how man can never win her? Whatever challenge mother nature throw's us, Mother nature will never achieve triumphant over a mother's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even kids who are studying are not spared. Died with their knowledge in their hands. But although there are many things that China do to irks us, but now i think we should put that aside and have a little compassion for the people, for the sake of those already in pain, shed some pity for those who lost their familes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infants who lost their parents since young, surviving now to face a harsh life later on in life without a proper upbringing. how cruel can the world get? and who is to be blame? The one who built the buildings, or just their luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that mothers not only mourn for the lost children, but also protected them from certain death. Givining their children a second life, when they themselves, sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts shatter and eyes tear,&lt;br /&gt;Diminishing hopes, and growing fear.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature shook the land&lt;br /&gt;Where people of Sichuan, used to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracks run through the walls&lt;br /&gt;And up the ceilings&lt;br /&gt;No one understand&lt;br /&gt;The fear the children’s feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped there for another day&lt;br /&gt;As life slowly seeps away&lt;br /&gt;Water fills the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And agony fills the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buildings crumble under the strain&lt;br /&gt;Tears that flow like rain&lt;br /&gt;Those who see can feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Why not you and me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little help, a little aid&lt;br /&gt;Can change their destiny, their fate&lt;br /&gt;The worry and the parents’ fear&lt;br /&gt;Are all reflected, crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother’s love is shown to all&lt;br /&gt;Salute those mothers, that have fall&lt;br /&gt;Letting their children have a life&lt;br /&gt;And they themself, sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LZH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-8149109804667355115?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8149109804667355115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=8149109804667355115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/8149109804667355115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/8149109804667355115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-is-full-of-shitty-situations-i.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-7217182743183867050</id><published>2008-05-06T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T05:29:44.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geezus Christ... i have not blogged for ages... maybe just no time, no motivation, or just too freaking lazy. oh well, nothing goes on in my boring life... hahaha just that i guess i met new people, who are really great... shall post their pics next time. they have been great friends for me(but firdy birdy is still not forgotten) hahaha... oh well, this is what's happening to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined NANYANG JUNIOR COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;Joined NY dragon boat&lt;br /&gt;Made new friends, hahaha. real good and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is some of the dumb things we will do!!! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZA7zHGPiRQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZA7zHGPiRQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/33105186-7217182743183867050?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7217182743183867050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=7217182743183867050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/7217182743183867050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/7217182743183867050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/geezus-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-871668636445973378</id><published>2008-01-13T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:12.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To My DEAR FRIEND/ABUSER/TORTURER/LISTENER/ADVISER... ANDREA CATALINA LAKSANA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6dRkk1rI/AAAAAAAAADo/wq0NVxRY3HI/s1600-h/1_193689966l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154996998086383282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6dRkk1rI/AAAAAAAAADo/wq0NVxRY3HI/s400/1_193689966l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS... ANDREA AND MY BEST BUDDY, FIRDAUS. A.K.A FIRDY BIRDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6dRkk1sI/AAAAAAAAADw/5t75YNLf-xs/s1600-h/1_342133120l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154996998086383298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6dRkk1sI/AAAAAAAAADw/5t75YNLf-xs/s400/1_342133120l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AW... SO SWEET. CANT RESIST TO CUT INTO THEM. LIGHTBULB...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6KRkk1qI/AAAAAAAAADg/Urs9TP6sOhQ/s1600-h/1_873675195l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154996671668868770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6KRkk1qI/AAAAAAAAADg/Urs9TP6sOhQ/s400/1_873675195l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO GALS OF 4E '07. 4E DE GAL GAL VERY VERY HOT. WAH, SO HOT. WAH, SO HOT.&lt;br /&gt;HOT HOT HOT..... NOT. LOL THEY ARE SO GONNA KILL ME FOR THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6dRkk1tI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9WC9_ak-qzI/s1600-h/1_389059523l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154996998086383314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6dRkk1tI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9WC9_ak-qzI/s400/1_389059523l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMM... MULTI-NATIONAL. WEN CHI (TAIWAN), ANDREA(INDO), HUI YEE (SG). ANGELINE (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6dhkk1uI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HdfQXmihkqk/s1600-h/1_664302083l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154997002381350626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6dhkk1uI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HdfQXmihkqk/s400/1_664302083l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AW... THIS IS THE REAL SWEET PHOTO... AFTER I JUTT IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6dhkk1vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bFEa6gN-8bs/s1600-h/1_670328431l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154997002381350642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6dhkk1vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bFEa6gN-8bs/s400/1_670328431l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELINE AND ANDREA. HAHA. SHE ALMOST BAGGED THE PROM QUEEN OF MAYFLOWER. AND WE ALL THINK SHE SHOULD WIN. GO GO ANGELINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6Jhkk1mI/AAAAAAAAADA/VEwPLO0sCQI/s1600-h/1_419026574l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154996658783966818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6Jhkk1mI/AAAAAAAAADA/VEwPLO0sCQI/s400/1_419026574l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE, I TOLD U GUYS THEY LIKE TO ABUSE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6Jhkk1nI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZYQvtaw_Kyc/s1600-h/1_996729430l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154996658783966834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6Jhkk1nI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZYQvtaw_Kyc/s400/1_996729430l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6Jhkk1oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wcuM7_Z-9O8/s1600-h/1_791607424l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154996658783966850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6Jhkk1oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wcuM7_Z-9O8/s400/1_791607424l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6KBkk1pI/AAAAAAAAADY/xL_tqYvB0oQ/s1600-h/1_829274518l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154996667373901458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6KBkk1pI/AAAAAAAAADY/xL_tqYvB0oQ/s400/1_829274518l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. andrea, althought u are now in australia... do rmb us this bunch of buddies. nvr to forget us. and this post is dedicated to you. haha. FRIENDS 4EVA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-871668636445973378?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/871668636445973378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=871668636445973378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/871668636445973378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/871668636445973378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-my-dear-friendabusertorturerlistener.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4o6dRkk1rI/AAAAAAAAADo/wq0NVxRY3HI/s72-c/1_193689966l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-3904315850515329931</id><published>2008-01-12T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:14.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY -YO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently, my Og people are haven an outing on the 20th. haha. due to budget, it have been downsize to a outing of billard, dinner, outing. movie... late night movie. anyway, since i am most probably gonna pon another monday, so i guess its oaky to hang out late. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH well, i guess i shall introduce the gals in my OG... and my OGLs.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. anyone want their phone number can ask from me... i can be sold at a price. LOL&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jcSRkk1fI/AAAAAAAAACI/pJjaQVOOlYs/s1600-h/P1030472%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154611980038100466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jcSRkk1fI/AAAAAAAAACI/pJjaQVOOlYs/s400/P1030472%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My OG gals and the two OGL (with lanyat) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from left to right. Mun Hui, Fiona, Jesmine, Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jcSRkk1gI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JwVnTJTqTkk/s1600-h/P1080634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154611980038100482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jcSRkk1gI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JwVnTJTqTkk/s400/P1080634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Four musketeers? OG 19 OGL... ROCK ON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melissa (smelly mushroom), Andrew(Pai Kar), Sheeken(shitting) and Wei Han(Mr Hyper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jcShkk1hI/AAAAAAAAACY/gnTMqNJR8hk/s1600-h/P1080650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154611984333067794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jcShkk1hI/AAAAAAAAACY/gnTMqNJR8hk/s400/P1080650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awww... isnt that sweet... they are not together though. so guys u still have a chance... i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jcShkk1iI/AAAAAAAAACg/FfAcZUdm9rg/s1600-h/P1080644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154611984333067810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jcShkk1iI/AAAAAAAAACg/FfAcZUdm9rg/s400/P1080644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melissa sure do enjoy her cake. "Lips Lick'in Good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jcShkk1jI/AAAAAAAAACo/_95grC0ZJaQ/s1600-h/P1080617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154611984333067826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jcShkk1jI/AAAAAAAAACo/_95grC0ZJaQ/s400/P1080617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; say AHHHH... that is Fiona and Jesmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jdbhkk1kI/AAAAAAAAACw/tXyEN70B7ds/s1600-h/P1080653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154613238463518274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jdbhkk1kI/AAAAAAAAACw/tXyEN70B7ds/s400/P1080653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOOD FIGHT... Melissa's birthday mah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jdbhkk1lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/plPccaTap3Y/s1600-h/P1040506%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154613238463518290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jdbhkk1lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/plPccaTap3Y/s400/P1040506%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And our very own... Sparash. erm.. FYI. he is a GUY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-3904315850515329931?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3904315850515329931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=3904315850515329931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3904315850515329931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3904315850515329931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-yo-apparently-my-og-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4jcSRkk1fI/AAAAAAAAACI/pJjaQVOOlYs/s72-c/P1030472%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-1297035742161550509</id><published>2008-01-11T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:14.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4dlGxkk1eI/AAAAAAAAACA/9d4MkeGe8ns/s1600-h/Image260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154199465609188834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4dlGxkk1eI/AAAAAAAAACA/9d4MkeGe8ns/s400/Image260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMELLY MELLY MUSHROOM... HAPPY BIRTHDAY.  haha, we made her wear the bag so that she looks as though its christmas. LOL. thank you of being such a wonderful OGL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my OGL melissa's birthday. haha. and The J2 today have block test.. sad her. oh well, luckily today is friday so that she can go party later on... LOL, doubt so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-1297035742161550509?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1297035742161550509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=1297035742161550509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1297035742161550509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1297035742161550509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/smelly-melly-mushroom.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4dlGxkk1eI/AAAAAAAAACA/9d4MkeGe8ns/s72-c/Image260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-3900328733037312231</id><published>2008-01-11T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:15.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, new school, new year, new friends. although i will not forsake my secondary school friends, but i think that JC also have great friends. Just like in my OG, there is this indian dude from NORTH india, SPARASH. And he love to emphasize his origins whenever he hears a joke that is going to come out from me. LOL. And my OG is superb, they are like... although not as Enthu as some other groups, but we are DIE-HARD... during the amazing race, which is kinda stupid, we had lots of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is SPARASH (pronounce as spa arse... i mean spar arsh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4dcfBkk1bI/AAAAAAAAABo/p9YtSAHMUPE/s1600-h/P1040506%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154189986616366514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4dcfBkk1bI/AAAAAAAAABo/p9YtSAHMUPE/s400/P1040506%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4dcfRkk1cI/AAAAAAAAABw/2U6VaXcrj8o/s1600-h/Image259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154189990911333826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4dcfRkk1cI/AAAAAAAAABw/2U6VaXcrj8o/s400/Image259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha... one is wearing a pinafole for truth or dare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other one is for being our pirate mascot... welcoming... MR SPARSHBOB- SQUAREPANTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, other photos of other OG member coming up soon. no time to post it. Oh yeah, and there is this gal in my OG that can do rubic cube, which kinda amazed me. maybe its just me, cause i don see people doing rubic cube in front of me b4... GOSH... and there is this another gal from the OG next to mine... She CAN DO A 5X5 RUBIC CUBE... wtf. Watsup with the rubic cube craze these days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAybe i should get a rubic cube too. but nah, don wan to spend my time solving things that people already solved b4. i shall do something else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-3900328733037312231?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3900328733037312231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=3900328733037312231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3900328733037312231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3900328733037312231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-clowns.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/R4dcfBkk1bI/AAAAAAAAABo/p9YtSAHMUPE/s72-c/P1040506%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-7189844716372064914</id><published>2007-12-28T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:20:35.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH man.. shucks shucks shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GST sucks. it cause everything to increase. Kopi-o increase, Macdonald increase, everything also increase, even Government pay also increase. WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starhub bills + Asshole GST = Dad scolding and Pocket burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, i hope just one day that Our government can "help" to make our lives much easier. Son of a &lt;a href="mailto:!&amp;amp;@^$%"&gt;!&amp;amp;@^$%&lt;/a&gt;, i just busted my starbhub bills lar. its like... 200+ and 100+ for oct and nov respectively. oh man, and my dad is leaving me to die on my own. Cant blame him, i must accept responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i guess i am going hungry for a few weeks. i really hope that i had earned more during the holidays. holy crap. shit shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don mean to bring u so much trouble. but seeing the way u helped me touched me alot and i really am sorry for troubling you and making u worried. I love you, my darling., more than anything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-7189844716372064914?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7189844716372064914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=7189844716372064914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/7189844716372064914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/7189844716372064914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-1233693326480889527</id><published>2007-12-26T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T06:35:44.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, i am sorry for further amplifying THAT little issue. i was just being anal for being annoying for no reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-1233693326480889527?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1233693326480889527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=1233693326480889527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1233693326480889527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1233693326480889527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/alright-i-am-sorry-for-further.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-3790062597868709194</id><published>2007-12-25T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:15.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas... Woo hoo.. the moment of magic, the happy moment. then moment of going crazy and being happy. I sure have a wonderful christmas this year, that is memorable that i will most probably wont forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 24th, b4 christmas, me and xl went over to Cy's house for BBQ. I went Amk to meet Cy and her bro. Oh man, her bro just reminds me of myself when i was younger. Hyper-active, somehow pervert. BUT, her bro have an extra chracteristic that i don use to possess. that is his BHB skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the time we met, he have been being so BHB. And keep rubbing on the fact that i lost to him in arcade basketball. Come on, nvr play for very long liao okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we bought some drinks and head over to her house, and discovered that his dad, was AT HOME. So, that means I am not suppose to step into Cy's room. But, there is always loopholes, so i entered Yang jie's room. haha. Her bro was damn funny, being BHB everytime and abt everything. But he is a real funny guy. That skinny monkey was bombaring me with Bomb-Bags when i was trying to set up the BBQ. HAHA... scared the hell out of Amira( CY's maid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBQ was fun. we played cai quan and the loser wil have to drink the ultimate cocktail, red wine, coke, grass jelly and sparkling. Ate quite a few things. Oh man, the crayfish i chose, have eggs. but dearie sucked it away before i can lay my hands on it. hahaha. oh well, Hope its nice honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there is this kid, Cy's mom's collegue's son. oh man. He is damn ye man. throwing tantrum because he cannot play games. And making a din at other people's home. if i were to do that when i was his aged... PIAK PIAK... two tight slaps and i will be grounded to the sofa. That boy... climb up and down, jumping from sofas to sofas. GEEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, then after the guest left after cutting the cake( because its christmas). so me and Xl stayed behind to clear up the stuffs. HAHA. Cause me and XL are allowed to crash over. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda amazed that i was allowed to, as i thought that its kinda forbidden for a guy to crash over at their house. So, i am honoured, to be one. hahaha. CY's dad looks fierce though, LOL. So i kept to myself ( not that i have anything on my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we watched night at the meausum and then watch chuck and larry... again, b4 deciding to paly some PS2. hahah. i was taking close photos with CY when suddenly her dad came down. hahaha Scared the shit out of me, thought that i am sure to get thrown out of the house. luckily, nothing happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN, GOH YANG JIE, deprieve me of my sleep on christmas morning. WTH, telling me that he have alot of suitors because he is shuai. Then, forcing me to tell him jokes, which he laugh damn loudly. And that skinny monkey make me crawl out of bed at 5am in the morning to see him Download maple, asking me if this gal that gal chio or not, then being more BHB. And then saying that i was gay because i don play maple. finally, all the energy drained out at 7am and we fell asleep. Basket, keep disturbing me. Skinny monkey love Skinny monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we woke up at 12 plus and the for of us went out to watch Alvin and the Cheap Monks. the ending is kinda... random. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its is still a very merry christmas for me. And I believe that this is one of the sweetest day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R3EDihkk1aI/AAAAAAAAABg/co_DF0WbTq8/s1600-h/Image214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147899740723402146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R3EDihkk1aI/AAAAAAAAABg/co_DF0WbTq8/s400/Image214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-3790062597868709194?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3790062597868709194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=3790062597868709194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3790062597868709194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3790062597868709194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/R3EDihkk1aI/AAAAAAAAABg/co_DF0WbTq8/s72-c/Image214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-7728753671034011397</id><published>2007-12-22T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T09:00:01.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Jf5w8usVSz"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Jf5w8usVSz" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandpa's violin... Nice song that sooth the mind and relax the soul. i got the song though, if u wan it i can send via msn. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH man, finally 16. geez/ don matter anyway, i already watched nc16 movies, buy liquor, buy 4D... .Did all those things that even people who are 16 cannot do (excluding sex and smoking and driving). hahaha. oh man, anyway, i look like 25++... wth man. so old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-7728753671034011397?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7728753671034011397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=7728753671034011397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/7728753671034011397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/7728753671034011397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/grandpas-violin.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-3458601538152338595</id><published>2007-12-21T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:15.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I feel so darn happy. Lets think back upon this year remember all those things that are fun, and apologise to people that i have offended, or pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CY: You are practically the best thing that had happened to me for this year. Although we are together B4 O lvls, it didnt really affect our studies i guess. actually, u haven motivate and pushed me to study. i guess i'll just be restless without yr constant pushing ( and nagging). well, whatever it may be, i still love you the most. And being with you had been the most fun and happy. And i am glad that i am toegther with you.  Never regretted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firdaus: you have been a great buddy for these past four years. I donno why we could be good frens for so long. Either u have some good tolerance or we two are just equally crappy. Haha. anyway, thanks for being a good friend that always stood beside me no matter what happens, especially those major trouble that i have run into this past two years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, rmb when we are in sec one, where we hid inside the science room cupboard and u shouted for mr heng to come to hell and Fuck Satan? hahaha i laughed damn loud and farted that we two scramble out for air and got a hell of a scolding? These are the times i cant and wont forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, sorry for the pork things, and calling yr birthday a pork day so that i can rmb. hahaha. Sorry my darker brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. How abt a porky, chocolate or strawberry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrea and gang( angeline toh, verine, liyan, wen chi and vivien): HAHA. u gals are great to hang out with. all the fun and laughter, especially with firdaus, making andrea chase him ard the school as she run likes a penguin. those are the times i really laugh my ass out. oh well, as for andrea, all i have to say is already written in the farewell letter. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well gals, dedicate this photo to you gals. bluetooth this from andrea's phone when she is not in class during recess time, and edited it with my handphone.TA-DA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R2vaFxkk1ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/CKLjW-3Wg3M/s1600-h/Three+musketeers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146446791941870994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R2vaFxkk1ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/CKLjW-3Wg3M/s400/Three+musketeers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH well, there are still many many things to say to many many people. i think shall do it in another post. this is to those more important people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-3458601538152338595?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3458601538152338595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=3458601538152338595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3458601538152338595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3458601538152338595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-feel-so-darn-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/R2vaFxkk1ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/CKLjW-3Wg3M/s72-c/Three+musketeers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-6214511974505158324</id><published>2007-12-18T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:15.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The government should set a law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China women, should not be able to hook up with Old Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old people are retired, old, bored, lonely and most importantly... have wads and wads of Cold.. HARD.. CASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who will be attracted to these cold hard cash? of course... China chicken looking for money in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its obvious that they are after their money. but those Old people are too blinded by boobs and ass that they cannot distinguish between real love and those hypocrytical love. Real love are from their children, giving them part of their pay every month and make sure that they are well fed. Hypocrytical ones... are those from CC, using physical love, and making use of Old men's weakness... LUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they use their body, in exchange for his money. slowly siphon away his money. until the time when he is broke. then she dumps him away. Then, she washes her u noe what, and proclaim it new and then, hook another old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times have we seen old people being conned by china women, dozens... and i am sure that there are several more unreported... Come on, protect our old people from these scams, and protect the money of our country from being taken away with the use of deception, by those who lower their dignity, just to get monetary gains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIDENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R2fcxxkk1YI/AAAAAAAAABI/kGJH-YvwJi8/s1600-h/Image174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145323846972528002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/R2fcxxkk1YI/AAAAAAAAABI/kGJH-YvwJi8/s400/Image174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See his hands... oh oh... old horny man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-6214511974505158324?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6214511974505158324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=6214511974505158324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/6214511974505158324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/6214511974505158324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/government-should-set-law.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/R2fcxxkk1YI/AAAAAAAAABI/kGJH-YvwJi8/s72-c/Image174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-2581633688549077626</id><published>2007-12-17T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:35:39.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. well, it have been a long time since i last blogged. There is so many things to talk abt, but not enough time. Lets recap shall we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/12/07... After my violin lesson, i was stunned to know that i forgot the bring my keys when i went out of the house( my house those are those that cant be opened when u don have the freaking keys.) So, i waited outside, hoping that someone can come home quickly. so i called my dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: ah boy ah.&lt;br /&gt;Me : eh pa, where are you, i forgot the bring my keys when i left the house.&lt;br /&gt;D: yr problem lor. u wan u come here and find me, if not u wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, being lazy, waited... and prove to be the wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 HOURS PASSED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, nobody home... just when i decided that i go find my dad, i heard my sis coming down the stairs. hahaha. sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S luckily i bought macs to enjoy outside the house. Large shaker fries and large coke. Phew, i am soooo ready for survival course... if they sell macs out in the open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-2581633688549077626?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2581633688549077626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=2581633688549077626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/2581633688549077626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/2581633688549077626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-3750238823039930315</id><published>2007-11-25T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:22:14.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, i should have written this days ago but i don have the time... all the time are spent between work, family gathering and missing people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it was on Friday, 23th November, i was watching Enchanted at Doby Ghaut GV cinema and sitting rite beside me are two Chee-na people. At first, i don pay much attention to them, and this is when they start to hug and cuddle which is think its normal casue i thought that maybe the woman is cold( not actually a woman, more like a chee-na teenager). But, when the lights dim, it is when the real show began... * i don mean the movie, i am talking abt the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lights was dimmed, they immediately started to kiss. Since its like the advertisment time, i just glued my eyes on them instead of watching since i paid like... $9.50 for this enchanted movie ( its after 5) and it indeed is worth the money. The Chee-na people, just kiss and kiss and kiss and hug and hug and hug... At one moment, she even touch his MIC willy, and he, most probably, touched her MIC bazookas. HAHAHA. oh well, i was nudged for looking at them, but i just laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midway, the chee-na boy, suddenly stood up and went out, to the toilet i guess ( i don wanna noe watever for) and came back moments later, with potato chips in his hands. WTF, that bloody ass just blocked my view just to buy some stupid chips? And they start sharing the chips, and muching it Chee-na style. *CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH... hmmm.. Hao chi ma? Na Duo yi dian.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody ass, i was there to watch movie, not to hear you talk. At that moment, i was thinking of taking one of his chips and say, hmmm HAO CHI. because its not MIC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, this post totally took away the space for the details for enchanted. it a damn nice show and its super funny. Its definately worth the watch. It lasted for about 1 hour and 45 minutes. Yes, and the MIC couple just smooched throughout the whole of 2 hours... okay, a little bit is worth the watch, but too much is simply revolting. they paid 9.50 each just to smooch? i bet they are gonna have sex later on lar, so use this time to warm up... Get a room man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, halfway through, i tried to disturb them, by leaving up the sit handle between me and the chee-na boy, and tried to get a closer look. who noes, he suddenly turned around and i just pretend that nothing happened and stared at the screen. hahaha. turns out, he was trying to look at the entrance for his friend probably and i purposely blocked his view by looking at his direction "trying" to look out for friends.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe they thought its dark and no-one can see them. But i can. and furthermore there are kids sitting behind them... bad influence. oh well, i tried to take a picture of them, but some how kinda dark, only can capture the shilouette. shucks. cant on flash mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, people, go watch enchanted, its a nice show that is definately worth the watch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-3750238823039930315?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3750238823039930315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=3750238823039930315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3750238823039930315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3750238823039930315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/alright-i-should-have-written-this-days.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-8736741683725970871</id><published>2007-11-09T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:16.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEHE... HAHAHA... guess wat? i rebonded my hair. i noe, some of you have waited years to see this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this is wat i got after 2 days. ( after washing) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/RzR-gbNbphI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xEL85zHmI0A/s1600-h/Rebond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130864971006846482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/RzR-gbNbphI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xEL85zHmI0A/s400/Rebond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, i noe, its ain;t that straight, and also my eyes looks like zombie, but who cares, its abt the head... the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH well, people might say its no big dea; considering that its still kinda curly. but at least its straighter rite... LOL. i have nvr got hair this straight since that stupid Malay BARBER shaved my bald in primary one. Stupid shit head was talking and talking to his friends and suddenly...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZZZ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; followed by a opps, and all hell broke lose, for me... geez. hahaha. happy that i have finally got straighter that usual hair after all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-8736741683725970871?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8736741683725970871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=8736741683725970871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/8736741683725970871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/8736741683725970871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/RzR-gbNbphI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xEL85zHmI0A/s72-c/Rebond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-5667738912962627177</id><published>2007-11-06T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T09:29:53.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;END of O's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes u can just hate a person for no apparent reason, funny but true. Oh well, I hate that guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a free bird. No more O levels. No more "what are u gonna study for tmr papers", No more books... NO more paper. No more Chief Examiner and the examination rules bullshit... NO MORE EXAMS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was damn funny. after O's, me and fir and pink pig wandered around aml hub, then decided to eat mac's breakfast since firdaus says he is craving for the Hotcakes. Anyway, we went, and we sat down, only to realise that we don have the appetite for Mac's anymore. Oh well, so we just sit there and enjoy the free air-con and i look at my phone and saw that i was 10am (here comes the stupid thing), and i suggested that we go play LAN, which they agreed without hesitation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, we are suppose to go to town to shop and play, but we ended up gaming out daylights out in AMK, and furthermore, we are in our uniforms. oh well, i guess the message "O's is finish, get yr ass working" is not drilled into our brains yet, or maybe our brains are too tired to allow anymore drilling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT.... today i am freaking happy... no just because i went to chomp chomp with my friends (ALTHOUGH SOME DID NOT GO... yes, its to you ALL). But still, i get to enjoy the wonderful food with my friends. hmmm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH OH, went to the sinapore river today and saw how the night life there was. i was greeted with long slender legs, low cleavage, heavy make-ups, and blond hair- blue eyed people. Was kinda appalled on how singapore had change along this river, where once skinny old china coolie carrying sacks had now become burly foreigners, carrying their bellies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well, I AM FULFILLING PEOPLE's WISHES TMR... WAIT AND SEE... I BET MANY PEOPLE ARE WAITING FOR THIS DAY... WAIT AND SEE OKAY? MUHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-5667738912962627177?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5667738912962627177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=5667738912962627177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5667738912962627177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5667738912962627177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/end-of-os-sometimes-u-can-just-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-5826147946357341720</id><published>2007-11-02T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T08:32:45.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I NOE, RECENTLY, I HAVE BEEN ASKING PEOPLE ABOUT HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT ME. AND THESE ARE SOME EXTRACT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM NURUL:&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i think you're a bit sick. sometimes you can be serious. and you're really smart because you always ans qns correctly. and your kinda funny in your own way. and your really big and tall. and you have to stop thinking to pevertly at some point of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no la. ok la sometimes you have too many sick jokes. not a bother because seomtimes they're really funny. but your life has gotta be more than just that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM VIVIEN:hmmm.. fun to be with? but when u in a bad temper er... hahas. i rather not go near u, but sometimes play dun go overboard (someone dun lyk it but i cannot tell u hu). sometimes like so bad mood. dunno lahs. is tat when u bad mood ppl will tend to not get close to u lohs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM MS PINK LING (LTL) : SHE IS WRITING SOMEWHERE FOR ME TO SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM YUKI : ur considerate n all can feel for others, but yet ironically insensitive sometimes. like an overload with jokes yah, overload of religious discrimination ahhahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHALL ASK MORE PEOPLE, ABT IT SOMETIMES LATER, DON BE AFRAID TO TELL ME, I CAN TAKE IT. EVEN IF I DID NOT ASK, U ALL CAN JUST POP IN AND TELL ME OR SCOLD ME... I JUST WANNA NOE HOW PEOPLE THINK OF ME WHEN I AM LEAVING MFSS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-5826147946357341720?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5826147946357341720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=5826147946357341720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5826147946357341720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5826147946357341720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-noe-recently-i-have-been-asking.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-5296687366831065300</id><published>2007-10-31T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:16.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pqJQkyUdpl"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pqJQkyUdpl" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WAN A PS3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;below is an extract taken from a conversation between my mom and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: eh ma, holidays i go find work lar, then get pay rite, give u half..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MOM: huh, so good (suspicious eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: yeah, then the other half rite, i go use it to buy Ps3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom: *smack. PS3 yr head... u buy back and i will use it to smash yr head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: orh, okay... *walks away, disappointed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm... But being a great fan of sony, having both the Ps-es... shouldn't they like... give me a Ps3 for free? damn it... somemore i bought those consoles when they are freshly hot on the shelves lar. MTFK....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH, PS3 owns a X-box can. the great graphics, high defination, easy controls. not to mention, when u open it up and play, u can grill beef while playing... isn't that great? (PS3 is super hot when u play it, but the temperture is kept down due to the super coolers... cooooool) &lt;a href="http://asia.playstation.com/"&gt;http://asia.playstation.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh well, a X-box aint that bad either. considering that it have nice controllers that are useful for games like HALO, which is also a superb first person shooter game. Playstation's san andrea's vs X-box's halo... they are practically on par. The trigger at the top of the controller is also great as it resembles a gun's trigger. But my hands are more used to PS controller, (considering the fact that i started PS-ing since Pri 3) and thinks it is less complicated to me personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, it boils down to X-box 360 and PS3... Wii is totally out of the question, sry, nanchuk aint my type, i like a controller that needs both hands as it gives me a sense of more control and stablilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/Ryilb8ExsTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ovd4mrBEBX8/s1600-h/X+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127530075162521906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/Ryilb8ExsTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ovd4mrBEBX8/s400/X+box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/Ryill8ExsUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-bZUum8dWmU/s1600-h/PS3+elegance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127530246961213762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g7WWoFAdem4/Ryill8ExsUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-bZUum8dWmU/s400/PS3+elegance.jpg" 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/33105186-5296687366831065300?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5296687366831065300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=5296687366831065300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5296687366831065300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5296687366831065300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wan-ps3.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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/_g7WWoFAdem4/Ryilb8ExsTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ovd4mrBEBX8/s72-c/X+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33105186.post-7965103218410317555</id><published>2007-10-28T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T01:47:25.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yo everyone, check this out, the blog of my buddy, Md firdaus bin saddam.. i mean... adam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://outlawimmortalz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://outlawimmortalz.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; click on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading his post, i makes me remember something that happened 2 weeks ago, but i have no time to post it. it goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fir, zhi hui and me wanted to go for the remedial together, but then my dad decided to fetch me to school, so i ask him if he can go down by Ave 3 to pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my dad was leaving, i decided to tell fir to wait at the bus stop, so i sent this msg.&lt;br /&gt;" the eagle is leaving the nest... i repeat, the eagle is leaving the nest." (trying to talk in codes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute later... *toot toot.. toot toot.&lt;br /&gt;i open up the msg and this is what he replied...&lt;br /&gt;" this is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;stealth tiger&lt;/span&gt;, i copy u loud and clear. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink Pig &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is with me, awaiting u at rendevous point &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;eagle eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me, trying to be funny, replied. secure pink pig and await extraction. make sure he is tied up so that he don scold the F* word in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, my dad pulled into the bus stop, to see that firdaus was with Zhi hui, which i cant help it but to burst out laughing, but the poor zhi hui was left clueless on wat the hell we were laughing about, and he almost does his trademark... *rub nose, ffffffark lar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, life cant never be bored with them around...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-7965103218410317555?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7965103218410317555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=7965103218410317555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/7965103218410317555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/7965103218410317555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/yo-everyone-check-this-out-blog-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-521002881102070712</id><published>2007-10-10T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T07:48:16.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 endeavour beware... tmr u all are in for a crying fare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to ask ms yeo for an allowance of 20 mins tmr for "hugging session" and me being an opportunist, am gonna sell tissue paper for 1 piece 20 cents.. hahaha... inclusive of gst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, we are leaving eh, but all of u are etched in my memories. I donno if i can still remember everyone ten years down the road, but i think i can, and will. and of coursem i must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... lets give ms yeo a hug tmr... (shoutout to AZH: don take advantage of ms yeo please.... be nice tmr. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i live... without you,&lt;br /&gt;I want to noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE WILL BE REMEMBERED... especially firdaus, being a brother for 4 years with me. i seems like yesterday since we met, and i still remember how we met... BECASUE I SAT ON HIS HANDS.... HAHAHAHA (this sound kinda gay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;althought we leave, we will still be together, outside mayflower. and i noe i will remember u in my heart, LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what has been said and done&lt;br /&gt;Our new life can thus begun.&lt;br /&gt;As no matter how foolish i may be,&lt;br /&gt;I am assured u will stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love is so strong,&lt;br /&gt;A love that is innocent, with nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;What is the phrase use to define?&lt;br /&gt;The love that makes us blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love cannot be seen,&lt;br /&gt;By the naked eye, or on the screen&lt;br /&gt;It could only be felt,&lt;br /&gt;And it is a feeling, that makes us melt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-521002881102070712?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/521002881102070712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=521002881102070712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/521002881102070712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/521002881102070712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/4-endeavour-beware.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-5024867523829582437</id><published>2007-10-09T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T05:52:54.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYONE... 27 days to end of O levels... 27 days to liberation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;27 days, to freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this is shit. hmmm... come to think of it, there letters in this, can be re-mix to be shit... so well, shit this.Oh man, this shit is damn random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day that i did not fall asleep, miracle, furthermore the weather is cool and nice. luckily the lessons aint too boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, nothing to blog abt... shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh man, althought intially i was kinda pissed, i am very pleased to be assured by you that u will stand by me. I am really happy that u say that, and i want u to noe that i will also stand by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-5024867523829582437?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5024867523829582437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=5024867523829582437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5024867523829582437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5024867523829582437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-8849018840166213723</id><published>2007-10-07T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T07:04:38.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three missionaries were deep in the jungle when they were happened upon by cannibals. The cannibals captured all three and brought them before their chief. The chief looked over all of them and said,"For trespassing on our land, you must be punished. You have two choices. You may choose a quick and painless death, or Ooga Booga."&lt;br /&gt;The first missionary said, "I do not wish to die. I choose Ooga Booga" He was grabbed and spread eagled over a log, and then every male cannibal proceded to rape the poor man. When they were finished, the missionary was barely breathing.&lt;br /&gt;The next missionary, paled when he observed this, but he then stood up, "However horrific it may be, I still want to live. I choose Ooga Booga."Again, the man was tied to the log, and every male in the village, and some males from a neighboring village also joined in and raped him.&lt;br /&gt;By the time they were finished, the missionary was unconscious and seemed near death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third missionary, upon seeing the fate of the other two, decided enough was enough. "I choose death." The chief looked at the third man, and smiled, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Death by Ooga Booga!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-8849018840166213723?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8849018840166213723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=8849018840166213723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/8849018840166213723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/8849018840166213723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/three-missionaries-were-deep-in-jungle.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-3827017982898950903</id><published>2007-10-06T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T08:41:05.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everyone, O's is coming... are u studying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you are the one that pushes me and the motivation that motivates me. Your words for me gives my world the spin, and without you, my world would be just standing still, and i will be stuck in the childish body. Oh man, how can the world buy such a jewel and yet this jewel landed right in front of me, mine for the taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH everyone... study hard. Do not think that there are 16 days to O levels, but have the mindset that there are 32 days to the end of O levels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O level will just come and go, and we will walk past it like we always do, together, to complete this milestone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-3827017982898950903?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3827017982898950903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=3827017982898950903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3827017982898950903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3827017982898950903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/everyone-os-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-6819537514678867330</id><published>2007-10-04T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T08:00:12.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just realise that our teachers are kinda caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If people don't think u are pretty, its because they don't see you. But i can see you right before my eyes.. and its crystal clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noe, the last post i was cursing them to the high heavens. oh well, just realise i was wrong. OH damn guilty lar. oh well, Ms yeo was kinda nice today, and trust me to think so badly of her... oh well, really need to thank her if i score well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, tmr more probably gonna be another day filled with sciences... but i am really grateful to the science teachers that contribute their time and give much effort to teach us, and yet we do nothing... So peeps... start mugging, don't let the teachers down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 days to graduation, 14 days to O lvls, 33 days to end it O lvls, 33+ days to chalet, 45 days to prom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK EVERYONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-6819537514678867330?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6819537514678867330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=6819537514678867330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/6819537514678867330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/6819537514678867330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-realise-that-our-teachers-are.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-1166984408698376832</id><published>2007-10-03T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T06:59:08.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH GREAT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers are helping us by complaining and letting us get detention when we are actually staying at home doing something more condusive at home, or some of them are just being sick and having self medication. And they don accept a f--king letter. Come on, cant we just self-medicate? Oh, the Secret recipe that our ancestors pass down do not exsist anymore eh... well, fuck yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are in school, u do not teach. When we don attend yr lessons, u KPKB so much. Complain like no tomorrow. Do not want to teach over a freaking picture of a comb? Then now we not in school all teachers suddenly see this as a opportuninty to save paper... and dunk those who went with tons of notes. @*!^$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, my fault, for not going school to TAKE NOTES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if not for the science remedials tmr, i would just continue being sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-1166984408698376832?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1166984408698376832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=1166984408698376832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1166984408698376832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1166984408698376832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-great.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-3835933918484003934</id><published>2007-10-01T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T07:43:48.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE THIS COMMERCIAL MAN... ULTIMATE commercial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BANNED IN ALMOST 20+ countries, including Singapore, JB, batam(maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zxp3-kR3b_4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zxp3-kR3b_4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama said i could... so now, STRIP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-3835933918484003934?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3835933918484003934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=3835933918484003934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3835933918484003934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3835933918484003934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-this-commercial-man.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-5043506781384603913</id><published>2007-09-30T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T06:30:35.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON't u just love some funny commercials?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There someothing money cant buy, for everything else, there is mastercard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBg07xyv6l8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBg07xyv6l8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why pepsi triumph over Coke... BEcause they got freaking funny commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wAP2yVsgI6c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wAP2yVsgI6c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPORi8wB2ao"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPORi8wB2ao" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/33105186-5043506781384603913?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5043506781384603913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=5043506781384603913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5043506781384603913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5043506781384603913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-u-just-love-some-funny-commercials.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-1838885351830004172</id><published>2007-09-29T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T08:11:27.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why we pay taxes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the issue of everything rising in singapore( yes! Civil servant's salary too), i think many would have already know where the taxes we are paying goes to. But do u know that the money we pay also go to something else? It goes to funding Foreign talents... people from... you know where...(cannot say, Mao will execute me if i did... opps. i just did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore govt is attracting foreign talents, but come to think of it, how many foreign talents really stay attracted to singapore? To them, Singapore is only a stepping stone to their "way to success." After taking whatever scholarship they need, they will forget everything that we gave them, even the exsistance to singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, after much thinking, one could easily say that those who came from you know where are just taking the diplomatic ties of our country to their advantage. Drive past our famous red light district, and count... how many of those Foreign talents are there showing their Talents? Well, MANY... Come on, i mean why do our government even let them come in in the first place... Are they still unsatisfied that we have enough broken familes and enough old people being con of their CPF by these foreign talents? Even if they take measures, do you think they really will bother apply for a work permit to work here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share a story... I was out with my family and their friends, and one of them bought a snack, 7 for $3 from this CHINA lady (the shop beside the one selling porridge) @ S11 of ang mo kio, the big S11. I took a bite, and immediately spat it out, cause it taste like smelly tofu. WTH. And my friend's mom took a bite, and said that it is spoilt. Then, we ask my mom to change it. BUT, that china lady said that she added watever shit that we singaporeans are not used to it. Well, my mom said that it is spoilt. and GUESS WAT? That China bitch said that we already ate one, and thus, cannot change. CAN U BELIEVE IT? When i thought singaporean aunties are good at being unreasonable. BUT crap, that MOFO Chee-NA dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, however, i cannot say that all china people are bad. But i don really see why our government are attracting them over. For millions being pumped into nurturing them, we only get at most one or two of them actually staying or even coming back to singapore to contribute to the society of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the newspaper, Raid in massage shop, KTV... most of the time, i can see that how many how many china people are caught, how the china woman had done this, cheat the old man of that(well, cant really blame the Chee-na woman, those old horny bastard deserve it too) then ditch him when he don have money... Is this what our singapore govt wants considering out AGEING POPULATION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, i must emphasize that not all china people are bad, just that the majority are giving me this bad impression, that i cant seems to change at the moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-1838885351830004172?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1838885351830004172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=1838885351830004172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1838885351830004172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1838885351830004172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-we-pay-taxes-considering-issue-of.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-3878947752196602959</id><published>2007-09-26T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T03:24:19.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dreaming of you by Selena Quintanilla (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pwN9t2A4lj"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pwN9t2A4lj" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Late at night when all the world is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I stay up and think of you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish on a star that somewhere you are&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;Than here in my room dreaming about you and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonder if you ever see me (see me)&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know I'm there (am I there)&lt;br /&gt;If you looked in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Would you see what's inside&lt;br /&gt;Would you even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;But so far all I have are dreams of you&lt;br /&gt;So I wait for the day&lt;br /&gt;And the courage to say how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be dreaming of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;Than here in my room dreaming about you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Corazón I can't stop dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;No puedo dejar de pensar en ti&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Cómo te necesito&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, cómo te extraño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Late at night when all the world is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I stay up and think of you&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't believe&lt;br /&gt;That you came up to me and said "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;I love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I'm dreaming with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow and for all of my life&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;Than here in my room dreaming with you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;Than here in my room&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dreaming of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Endlessly&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be holding you tight&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming...with you...tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Endlessly...Endlessly..Dreaming&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everytime i sleep, i will dream of you, everynight, for the rest of my life. Are u doing the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-3878947752196602959?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3878947752196602959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=3878947752196602959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3878947752196602959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3878947752196602959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreaming-of-you-by-selena-quintanilla.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-5612720491540732851</id><published>2007-09-25T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T08:30:17.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Commercials, whether u like it or not, they will still be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disrupting your life, yr favourite show. but there are some commercials i am willing to give my time to, and those are the commercials that are wat i call, good commercials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8nSrlhxX7s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8nSrlhxX7s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PRiYkwtBK34"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PRiYkwtBK34" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-QA3-wT2k4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-QA3-wT2k4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yea, POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Durex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bizJWtJ0xXo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bizJWtJ0xXo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT this is the ultimate one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ri3XqFzcc_k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ri3XqFzcc_k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/33105186-5612720491540732851?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5612720491540732851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=5612720491540732851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5612720491540732851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5612720491540732851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/commercials-whether-u-like-it-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-1081236431378686436</id><published>2007-09-25T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:39:18.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amazing things u can do with yr instruments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore players, hardcore music... tribute to them&lt;br /&gt;first up, some old classical instrument with a tingle of technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/36Xt-XeWnHM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/36Xt-XeWnHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, classical song with modern instruments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjA5faZF1A8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjA5faZF1A8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/33105186-1081236431378686436?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1081236431378686436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=1081236431378686436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1081236431378686436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1081236431378686436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/amazing-things-u-can-do-with-yr.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-1545103000316215268</id><published>2007-09-24T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T06:41:35.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUYS, TOJO IS BACK... TO SCREW UP WHITE PEOPLE'S LIFE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHALL MAKE TWO UPDATE ON THE VIDS TODAY... ENJOY GUYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2urgGXVfW90"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2urgGXVfW90" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS ANOTHER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X2SUSp_XhG8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X2SUSp_XhG8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT GUYS... there is one more... just updated for it.. special edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL HAIL TOJO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pmA9yPILdtM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pmA9yPILdtM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/33105186-1545103000316215268?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1545103000316215268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=1545103000316215268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1545103000316215268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1545103000316215268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/guys-tojo-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-3848320493901175518</id><published>2007-09-23T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:51:26.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Price to pay.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHINESE TORTURE TEST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is always a price to pay for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was out in the Chinese wilderness and he was hopelessly lost. It had been nearly three weeks since he had eaten anything besides what he could forage and he had been reduced to sleeping in caves and under trees.&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon he came upon an old mansion in the woods. It had vines covering most of it and the man couldn’t see any other buildings in the area. However, he saw smoke coming out of the chimney. He knocked on the door and an old man with a beard almost down to the ground answered. The old man squinted his eyes and asked, "What do you want?" The man said, "I've been lost for the past three weeks and haven't had a decent meal or sleep since that time. I would be most gracious if I could have a meal and sleep in your house for tonight." The old Chinese man said, "I'll let you come in on one condition. You cannot mess around with my granddaughter."&lt;br /&gt;The man, exhausted and hungry, readily agreed. "I promise I won't cause you any trouble. I'll be on my way tomorrow morning." The old Chinese man replied, "Okay, but if I do catch you then I'll give you the three worst Chinese torture tests ever known to man." "Okay, Okay," the man said as he entered the old house.&lt;br /&gt;That night, when the man came down to eat (after showering), he saw how beautiful the granddaughter was. She was an absolute pearl, and while he had only been lost three weeks, he had gone many, many months without sex.&lt;br /&gt;The girl had only seen the occasional monk besides her grandfather. They couldn't keep their eyes off each other throughout the meal. That night, the man snuck into the girl's bedroom and they had quite a time. The man crept back to his room later that night, thinking to himself, "Any three torture tests would be worth it after that experience."&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the man awoke to a heavy weight on his chest. He opened his eyes and there was this huge rock on his chest. On the rock was a sign that said. "First Chinese torture test: 100-pound rock on your chest."&lt;br /&gt;"What a lame torture test," the man thought to himself as he got up and walked over to the window. He opened the shutter and threw the rock out.&lt;br /&gt;On the backside of the rock was another sign saying, "Second Chinese torture test: right testicle tied to rock." The rock was too far out the window to be grabbed, so he quickly jumped out the window after the rock.&lt;br /&gt;Outside the window was a third sign saying, "Third Chinese torture test: left testicle tied to bedpost."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-3848320493901175518?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3848320493901175518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=3848320493901175518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3848320493901175518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3848320493901175518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/chinese-torture-test.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-1605477728209519740</id><published>2007-09-23T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:25:50.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't you just love the way authors manipulate words, and change the way we See things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this sounds damn serious? like as if i am gonna do some philosophy thingy again.. actually, nope. just read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spikedhumor.com/articles/123367/Great_Uncle_George.html"&gt;Great-Uncle George&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smith's were proud of their family tradition. Their ancestors had come to America on the Mayflower. They had included Senators and Wall Street wizards.They decided to compile a family history, a legacy for their children and grandchildren. They hired a fine author. Only one problem arose -- how to handle that great-uncle George, who was executed in the electric chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author said he could handle the story tactfully.The book appeared. It said, "Great-uncle George occupied a chair of applied electronics at an important government institution, was attached to his position by the strongest of ties, and his death came as a great shock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH, AND I HAVE FINALLY FIRGURED WHERE TO GO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, complete my O levels,( yeah, 45 days to end of it) then go hopefully to a poly, where i try to go into flying school and also do something and pass with flying colours that allow me to go Uni. The next thing might shock you abit, cause it totally contradicts with the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO SIGN UP FOR RSAF SCHOLARSHIP, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Then just pull through my 4-6 years of army( hopefully as a pilot, which i don mind extending it) and maybe... and hopefully, that i can successfully, completely become a commercial pilot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-1605477728209519740?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1605477728209519740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=1605477728209519740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1605477728209519740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/1605477728209519740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-you-just-love-way-authors.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-2691724541696277709</id><published>2007-09-22T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T08:13:52.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a crack, a fault. But the diamond is holding strong, and sparkling like they always do. But this diamond will never be perfect again. The total internal reflection  have faded, the light do not reflect off each facet onto another facet. The light, like blood in a punctured heart, leaks out from the diamond, leaving a empty but shiny diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess wat? why L1R5 is like erm.. 17? I should be like 14 lar. stupid history. Can  u believe it? Selva almost flunk my history. Reason being that i did not give in DEPTH. WTH!!! my history not in depth? That is not possible man, but i just happen. Well, but after all, it is very stupid for a A1 SS to be pulled down by history C6 to end up as a B4. F!#@... (pardon me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus with such marks? i donno where the hell i can go. JC? For the first one month. And recently, my mind have fallen into a dilemma again. JC OR POLY. My tuition teacher thinks that the course that i am taking in poly is kinda too specialise, which is not good, cause if i do not make the cut, i don make the buck. Then that will really suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my tutor also thinks that i can go SIGN ON... Can you believe it? SIGN ON? GOD!!! for like 6 years bonded to Army, when 4 years to NCC ( 1 per week) is enough to make me go arghh.. BORED!!!. so u can expect what is it gonna be if i did really sign on. Imagine this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commander: " Captain Lou, is this what u think will happen if u fly like that?"&lt;br /&gt;ME               : " erm, i donno? ( give stupid face)"&lt;br /&gt;C                   : " U DON NOE? U FARK SHIT. U DON NOE? HOW MUCH MORE INCOME TAX I HAVE TO PAY WHEN U CRASH THIS WORLD WAR 2 SHIT JUNK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME               :"erm... wait let me check, SIR!"&lt;br /&gt;C                  :" DID I HEAR U SAY CHECK U DUMB SHIT. BY THE TIME U COME UP WITH THE FIGURES, I WOULD BE DEAD UNDER A PILE OF TAX INVASION SUMMONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME                :" SORRY SIR"&lt;br /&gt;C                    :"SORRY? I TAKE KNIFE AND STAB U AND SAY SORRY CAN OR NOT? U DICKSHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then u can expect wat is gonna happen next. BIANG.. dead commander, and i will be in jail, pondering if i really let him stab me with the knife and say sorry, so instead or me sitting here, it will be the shit head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise that my story had just derailed... seriously... from JC and Poly to jail and killings...&lt;br /&gt;SRY ABT THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to JC and poly. Hmmm.. if can score well, like single digit, then i might be going to a JC. if i score 10 and above, then poly is where i am going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-2691724541696277709?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2691724541696277709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=2691724541696277709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/2691724541696277709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/2691724541696277709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-is-crack-fault.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-4388854426792548823</id><published>2007-09-22T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T07:21:10.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you my one? i hope u will be'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man. this song is cool. Totally transformed a slow sad song into an upbeat DISCO... BOGEY baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the one then why do my heart tell me that i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TVekSvwCPY/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TVekSvwCPY/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&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/33105186-4388854426792548823?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4388854426792548823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=4388854426792548823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/4388854426792548823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/4388854426792548823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-149418656761269904</id><published>2007-09-21T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T07:37:27.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NUS is kinda fun... if i get that lecturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people think that singapore's education system is all work no play. but please do no think that way, as there are proof that lectures in the NUS can also be quite fun. Or should i say, very fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the full version. so its kinda long. but please bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izzit me or izzit that the guy looks like MR.Prem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oee0PpKAJuI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oee0PpKAJuI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/33105186-149418656761269904?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/149418656761269904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=149418656761269904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/149418656761269904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/149418656761269904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/nus-is-kinda-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-3545700467264991549</id><published>2007-09-21T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T07:14:36.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AS PROMISED... TOJO IS BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hey man, the black dude is back. miraclously he was not murdered somehow. not that i have a grudge against black people, but the way he stir trouble and &lt;a href="mailto:F@!%5Eing"&gt;F@!^ing&lt;/a&gt; up white people's life is damn hardcore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Love the way he talk is cool too... seperation, segregation, elimination... OWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3f4z7BNnqs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3f4z7BNnqs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/33105186-3545700467264991549?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3545700467264991549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=3545700467264991549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3545700467264991549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3545700467264991549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-6606524253843564718</id><published>2007-09-20T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:31:12.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS IS ART... on a  whole new level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u believe that superman started out as a penis in the artist mind? how great is that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on. You don't believe me? take a look at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4UW9OPFdHM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4UW9OPFdHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry. i did not see that coming too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-6606524253843564718?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6606524253843564718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=6606524253843564718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/6606524253843564718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/6606524253843564718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-art.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-8798439720129902515</id><published>2007-09-19T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T04:40:43.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;RACISM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;Have u ever wonder why americans discriminate the black people although they do nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;here is an irony.... this black dude... makes all sorts of things that could get him killed in Britain and nothing gets to him... All because Britain is a GENTLEMEN COUNTRY, at least for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jxjuoG9uYQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jxjuoG9uYQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post more of his clips soon... if he is still alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-8798439720129902515?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8798439720129902515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=8798439720129902515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/8798439720129902515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/8798439720129902515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/racism.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-4982977551977955656</id><published>2007-09-09T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:38:41.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A doctor at an insane asylum decided to take his patients to a baseball game. For weeks in advance, he coached his patients to respond to his commands. When the day of the game arrived. Everything went quite well. As the National Anthem started, the doctor yelled, "Up Nuts", and the patients complied by standing up. After the anthem, he yelled, "Down Nuts", and they all sat back down in their seats. After a home run was hit, the doctor yelled, "Cheer Nuts".&lt;br /&gt;They all broke out into applause and cheered. When the umpire made a particularly bad call against the star of the home team, the Doctor yelled, "Booooo Nuts" and they all started booing and cat calling. Comfortable with their response, the doctor decided to go get a beer and a hot dog, leaving his assistant in charge.&lt;br /&gt;When he returned, there was a riot in progress. Finding his tizzied assistant, the doctor asked, "What in the world happened?" The assistant replied, "Well everything was going just fine until this guy walked by and yelled, "PEANUTS!"&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/33105186-4982977551977955656?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4982977551977955656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=4982977551977955656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/4982977551977955656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/4982977551977955656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/nuts-doctor-at-insane-asylum-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-5571193313723257108</id><published>2007-09-06T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:49:47.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lost of an opera superstar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luciano Pavarotti, the greatest superstar of Opera.. have died... oh oh.. so sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pavarotti had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and died at the age of 71&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For serious fans, the unforced beauty and thrilling urgency of Pavarotti's voice made him the ideal interpreter of the Italian lyric repertory, especially in the 1960s and '70s when he first achieved stardom. For millions more, his charismatic performances of standards like "Nessun Dorma" from Puccini's "Turandot" came to represent what opera is all about.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, "Nessun Dorma" was Pavarotti's last performance, sung at at the opening ceremony of the Winter Olympics in Turin, Italy, in February 2006. His last full-scale concert was at Taipei in December 2005, and his farewell to opera was in Puccini's "Tosca" at New York's Metropolitan in March 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The son of a baker who was an amateur singer, Pavarotti was born Oct. 12, 1935, in Modena. He had a meager upbringing, though he said it was rich with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;"Our family had very little, but I couldn't imagine one could have any more," Pavarotti said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well. for those who never heard him before. listen to the first and second song. The second song give u a clearer understanding of his voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All Hail Luciano Pavarotti ( 1935 Oct 12-2007 Sep 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sources taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070906/ap_on_en_mu/pavarotti"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070906/ap_on_en_mu/pavarotti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. for those who wan to noe more about Luciano Pavarotti, click on the link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wb1NHZ-euAc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wb1NHZ-euAc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/33105186-5571193313723257108?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5571193313723257108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=5571193313723257108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5571193313723257108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/5571193313723257108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/lost-of-opera-superstar-luciano.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-2218921718023356540</id><published>2007-09-01T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:12:24.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love is just an investment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OKOK... i noe.. i have been damn long since i last blogged. well, anyway. I AM BACK. okok... these few days, there are a few friends i noe being involve in some love thing. so well... hmm... just wanna have a talk abt it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, u can take it as an investment, spreading the risk by investing in a few companies. NOT ADVISABLE THOUGH... Spread the risk, so that when one company folds, u can still substain on the other companies. HOWEVER, when u have found the one u want to be the main shareholder, don go buy another company to cheat yr own... this is instant, economic, suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For god sake... research before u invest... my dad invested in the wrong company and the stocks dropped... causing ME, to miss my pocket money. ( i am talking abt the real stock market here... not abt my mom..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... and. when there is an financial crisis eg. O lvl... please take back everything and place it in the safest place... the bank... A.K.A yrself, and await interest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well... some, or rather many... will say this is crap... YES... this is Crap.. and the world we live in is a crappy world. AND LOVE IS ECONOMICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is randomly came up with by LZH the great Philosopher. Love is Economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of crap : Love can be a fact, Love can be an opinion... But love with always be propaganda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-2218921718023356540?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2218921718023356540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=2218921718023356540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/2218921718023356540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/2218921718023356540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-is-just-investment.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-828357952163166473</id><published>2007-06-10T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T10:17:41.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You control your life and destiny.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Being Ostrachize may not be a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many of you have been ostracize? Come on, don be shy. raise yr hands if u think and feel that u have been ostracized? The feeling will definately kill me. And it really suck don it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. look at the bright side. Being ostracized does not mean it is not good. it depend on what kind of people u are hanging out with, and wat do they do. If u are with a bunch of losers, then being ostracized by them does not mean a bad thing. In fact, look at it this way, u are rejecting them, rejecting the losers out of your life. Football team? fuck it. Cheer-leader squad? suck my balls. School's big shot? More of a bootlicking bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being out of the "gang", u are going to depend on your own. But, that does not stop you from mixing with the right friends. I mean, who would rather spend time with life wasting losers that people who can help you, and bring you joy. Being with life wasting losers, who play all day and neglect their studies? And they only know how to make things difficult for you, what kind of friends are they? Not a friend at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You control your life, and not cliques and groups. If they more or less try to take control of your life, they u are no more than a walking zombie. Reject them, reject them like unhealthy food. If they try to shoot you down with words, retaliate. Show them that you have a breaking point, and that their comments don mean a thing to you. Their words and comments are just trying to make you feel weak, lowering your self esteem, so that u will need to be more dependant on the group. In fact , they are the ones with low self esteem, they are the ones that shoot people down so that they feel good about themselves, where in fact, they are just a tiny little loser, incapable of doing anything great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are helpless to control their lives, so they need a little confidence to boost themselves. Then, they will try to gang up to speak to you, so that everyone is there to help them out when they are being outspoken, so that u don dare to retaliate. Next, they will make things difficult for you, calling you low-life , which is of course refering to themselves, and even to the extent of rebelling your parents so that you can go out with them. And if u did not, thye will insult you in the worst possible ways. Even when you go out with somebody else, you will be shot down, if you go out, or even go home together with gals, they will call you flirt. Do not give in to these kinda comments, casue you are listening to a bunch of anti-social people, and maybe because they are jealous. While they themselves flirt, the others in their group dare not say anything becasue they are the BIG SHOT KIDS. So, only you get this kind of treatment... where is the fairness and equality? being with those kind of people equals to giving up your civil rights. even one day that you do not hang out with them, they will call you names, saying that you "pang seh" them, meaning that you broke a promise on going out with them, WHICH you did not even promise them in the first place. Being with this kind of people, i rather be with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there will people who keeps pressuring you to play with them, and thus, neglecting you studies. Then if you do not want to go, they will say that you are giving them excuses, stupid excuses. So, better off, say it in their face that you don like to do wat they want you to do. eg. playing soccer, playing games. But then, they will say that since u told them u wan to go home to study, they will say that u are actually going out with gals, playing around too. Since they do not know the truth, then there is no use bickering with them. Cause they will just accuse you of being unloyal to them.. blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, You control your life, its in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a advice for depressed people who have been or are being ostrachized, and not directed at anyone, anything or any race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-828357952163166473?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/828357952163166473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=828357952163166473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/828357952163166473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/828357952163166473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-many-of-you-have-been-ostracize.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-4098077765360945276</id><published>2007-05-28T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:17:50.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life... is Fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have very big reaction over the word Fuck. Some deem it as inappropriate. Some condemns the word and other, got slapped for the word. But i do not really get what is wrong with the word Fuck, neither do i get it. Fuck, which means sexual intercourse, is used in our daily colourful sentences. Fuck that, Fuck this... Fuck you. But it makes no sense when you integrate this word into the sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in our daily lives, we still used the word Fuck. Examples:  Fuck you, Fucking shit, Fuck your mother(seriously not recommended to be used) and of course... FUCK you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how should we look at this word? Condemn it? Or just use as we did in our everyday lives.&lt;br /&gt;OK, most of you will call me a vuglar jerk, vuglar asshole, blah blah blah. But have you ever really think about the usage of the word? How it impacts life. Now, even story books are full of F**Ks, not to mention movies. they curse and swear as though they are calling a buddy in the movie. Got shot? F**K. Got conered? F**K. Got busted? F**K. its practically everywhere in these days. While movie stars who curses and swear are deemed as doing their job, they are unknowingly influencing the minds of the people. Especially the youngs. Therefore, when the young curse and swear, we should not only look at them with the disgusted looks like some oh-so-clever people give, but also to think about the cause of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew... Tired to continue.. now Fuck off... i need my sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-4098077765360945276?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4098077765360945276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=4098077765360945276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/4098077765360945276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/4098077765360945276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-3720539246909468381</id><published>2007-05-08T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:40:44.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woah... it have been a long time since i last blog... all i want to say is that... Life is great. But nothing can be great forever. All these years in Mayflower Sec, i think i have grown, both physically and mentally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In these years, i have gone through thick and thin with my friends, sharing great times with them. I think the sense of urgency in me had finally kicked in, after all these years. Years of hibernation, finally the feeling had came to, the inner me had awoke to the world around me. All family's care for me, yet time and time again, i let her down. This time, the old me is half dead...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-3720539246909468381?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3720539246909468381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=3720539246909468381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3720539246909468381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/3720539246909468381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2007/05/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-116542503531466315</id><published>2006-12-06T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T09:12:27.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi... this few weeks no time to blog.. working... stupid zhi hui still haven return me my money yet... keep finding fucked up excuses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-116542503531466315?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116542503531466315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=116542503531466315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/116542503531466315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/116542503531466315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-116255987169727166</id><published>2006-11-03T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T05:48:12.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jim stalked Britney when class ended, keeping a distance so as not to arouse suspicion. he saw Josh and her meet up, then sneaking into a empty room, music room...&lt;br /&gt;Jim stood outside, metally prepared for the worst. He stood outside waiting, don dare to open the door, he just listened at the door.&lt;br /&gt;"Wat are u doing!!!" he heard britney's voice.&lt;br /&gt;"showing u comething" came the replied&lt;br /&gt;"oh.. wat is that. its big...."Britney said.&lt;br /&gt;"yesh, this is... my baby." came the replied/&lt;br /&gt;a million things ran through Jim's mind. "his baby'? does that means his ding dong. Fuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;"NO NO, let me think!" Britney screamed...&lt;br /&gt;" haha, i am gonna eat yr there!" Josh replied.&lt;br /&gt;"What the fuck!!!" jim thought... wat the hell are they doing. oh no... don tell me his is gonna....&lt;br /&gt;"OUCH... i am not gonna lose my first time to u"britney screamed again/&lt;br /&gt;" too late, its mine. u have to choose." Josh voice replied.&lt;br /&gt;"wait wait, let me think. nono, i am not gonna lose it"Britney replied/&lt;br /&gt;Jim kicked the door open, full swing. "hang on Britney, i am here to save u." but all he got was too startled face looking at him straight at the face. it was josh and Britney. They are both clothe, and between them was a chess set. They were playing chinese chess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-116255987169727166?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116255987169727166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=116255987169727166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/116255987169727166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/116255987169727166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/jim-stalked-britney-when-class-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-116196299649376697</id><published>2006-10-27T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T08:29:56.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rrrrrrinnnnggggg. the bell of the first period shit through the canteen. Jim was back to reality once again. He love first period, cause it means that britney is to be in the same class as him. the fake happiness that will light up the so call monday blues. During the biology period(of course), they were learning a brand new lesson, a lesson called Sexual Education. Jim sit right behind Brintey, awaiting to ask her out... it has been years that Jim wanted to ask her out, but do not have the courage. As he sit quietly behind the class, with britney in front, he overheard the conversation between Brintey and her best bitch mate, stacey.&lt;br /&gt;"hey, today josh asked me to go his house, he say he wanted to show me something. something that i had nvr tried."Britney said.&lt;br /&gt;"oh... u go gal, u are gonna lost yr virginity to him?" stacey replied&lt;br /&gt;"hmmm. maybe?" brintey repiled&lt;br /&gt;jim could not believe his ears... it mus be a joke. him, hump her? ewww. yucks.. get the fucking thought outta my mind... he could not believe it... he could not accept it, he do not want to believe it.&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/33105186-116196299649376697?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116196299649376697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=116196299649376697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/116196299649376697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/116196299649376697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/rrrrrrinnnnggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-116014224376531410</id><published>2006-10-06T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T04:42:59.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A boy meets a gal. No, should be a guy meet a gal at immediately fell in love with her. His eyes fell in love with hers, his lips wanted to be fused with hers. His hands want to wonder the wonders of her curvey body, down her shoulders, to her chest, to fondle with her soft and tender natural bossom. But heaven always like to play tricks on others, as she was already attached. The school was as its usual rowdy, but his could not hear a thing. his had as though travelled into a new dimension, into the love dimension.&lt;br /&gt;" Jim. YO JIM!" A voice rang out into his ears, distrupting his focus with the gal he had wanted to get for so long. "still fantasing abt her eh?" his friend continued.&lt;br /&gt;"Buzz off Tim, u are annoying!" Jin replied.&lt;br /&gt;Tim and Jim are brothers studying in the same school their relation is close, therefore Tim knew everything Jim wanted, and vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;A gust of wind blew by as the COOL DUDE GANG came, making a spectacular entrance. five lamborgini pulled into parking lot. The head of the bunch of rich kids, was none other then Josh.&lt;br /&gt;A gush of awe rushed through the canteen. Josh was greeted by Britney's(yes, the one Jim is fantasizing about) kiss. Jim could do nothing but to be filled with jealousy.&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/33105186-116014224376531410?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116014224376531410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=116014224376531410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/116014224376531410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/116014224376531410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/boy-meets-gal.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-115911080806076619</id><published>2006-09-24T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T08:13:28.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh. damn. exams round the corner, should finally get down to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hand of iron will, determination hard as steel. but i wonder how the heart feels. wat does it feels like to be in love? does anyone noe the answer. people may appear cold and hard. but this may be cause by the soft and delicate heart, pumping warm blood under the cold skin. they use the hardness of their body to protect the softness of the core, preventing it from turning cold.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone have a confession to say, shout it out loud. or tell the one u loved, the one u want so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may venus bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115911080806076619?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115911080806076619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=115911080806076619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115911080806076619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115911080806076619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh_24.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-115841955151482299</id><published>2006-09-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T08:12:34.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When i was 23,&lt;br /&gt;i married a widow who was as pretty as could be&lt;br /&gt;the widow had a grown up daughter who have a hair of red.&lt;br /&gt;my father fell in love with her, and soon they were wed.&lt;br /&gt;This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter was my mother, for she was my father's wife.&lt;br /&gt;Although it brought me joy,&lt;br /&gt;I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;My little baby then became a brother in law to dad.&lt;br /&gt;And so became my uncle,&lt;br /&gt;Though it made my very sad&lt;br /&gt;For if he was my uncle,&lt;br /&gt;Then that also made him a brother to the widow's grown-up daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Who of course, is my step-daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Father's wife then had a son,&lt;br /&gt;Who kept them on the run.&lt;br /&gt;And he became my grandson,&lt;br /&gt;for he was my daughter's son.&lt;br /&gt;My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue.&lt;br /&gt;Because although she is my wife, she's my grandma too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115841955151482299?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115841955151482299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=115841955151482299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115841955151482299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115841955151482299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-i-was-23-i-married-widow-who-was.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-115773128773758084</id><published>2006-09-08T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T09:09:03.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm. today had history remedial. and guess wat, i slept throught it. and the physic remedial on tuesday, i too, slept through it. physic cant blame, cause the air-con there is too good for comfort. History cant balme me too.. cause it is hot, and heat makes people wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. what else can i say? read this book called chickenhawk. It is about some dude joining the Cavalry in the army and was dispatch to Vietnam. haha. there was this part : i felt like jerking off, but it seems too much trouble. You have to be very careful as the slightest noise or creak og the bed might caseu some wise-ass to yell : i hear someone fucking his fist!, followed by a few catcalls. hahaha. this is damn funny. cant help it but burst out laughing(not too loudly) while i was reading this book on the bus, then everyone looked at me. they must be thinking what book i am reading that makes me laugh so that they themselves can go get it too. what can i say. this book is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly got a mental block, therefore,cannot think of anything to write out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mind of the perverse aids the mind of the pure to ensure our exsistence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115773128773758084?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115773128773758084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=115773128773758084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115773128773758084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115773128773758084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-115736871639302526</id><published>2006-09-04T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T04:18:37.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Steve Irwin is dead. today, on this day in my history, i will always, or rather we will always, remember him. There is a commercial about his croc hunting show that goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild things...&lt;br /&gt;You make my heart sing.&lt;br /&gt;You are my everything.&lt;br /&gt;Wooa wild things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he died doing what he like best, may he rest in peace and my condolence to his wife be received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone, life is short, live it to the fullest. Enjoy while you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115736871639302526?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115736871639302526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=115736871639302526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115736871639302526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115736871639302526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/steve-irwin-is-dead.html' 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is what we cant take.&lt;br /&gt;Call in your radio for some ariel support,&lt;br /&gt;To break out from the enemy's vicious plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time to take the chance,&lt;br /&gt;To flank around the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Do the right thing and take out the man,&lt;br /&gt;Or can crash now into hostile lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lined up behind the enemy tail,&lt;br /&gt;Lock-on the sucker and send him a trail.&lt;br /&gt;Direct hit will win u glory&lt;br /&gt;A chance to tell your grandchild stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the fireball plunging down,&lt;br /&gt;Where the wreckage will be found.&lt;br /&gt;Fly on to claim for more superiority,&lt;br /&gt;To prevent bombs landing on our cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prevent more bombing at those poor creatures,&lt;br /&gt;From those small prick sons-of-bitches&lt;br /&gt;Fly on and win vitorious,&lt;br /&gt;And the flight home will be smooth and glorious&lt;br /&gt;This is a setting of World War 2. the story of the ace of flying claim superiorty from various missions and this is one of it where he remembers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115711958210955842?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115711958210955842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=115711958210955842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115711958210955842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115711958210955842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/fly-like-bird-up-so-high-piercing.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-115686209539636644</id><published>2006-08-29T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:41:53.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The burning flame of a torch,&lt;br /&gt;Mark the start of spring bloom love.&lt;br /&gt;A kind of feeling that cant be forge,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling man deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my moon, my sun, my star,&lt;br /&gt;Shining in the galaxy, million miles afar.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that make my heart beat,&lt;br /&gt;Pumping blood all the way to my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait for your reply is just too long,&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wanna sing my song.&lt;br /&gt;I want to prove my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;Even through these words so few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simle from you lights me up,&lt;br /&gt;Make me wanna give u a nice back rub.&lt;br /&gt;You tuned up my atmostphere,&lt;br /&gt;To the point of boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day u walk into my life,&lt;br /&gt;It just turn it upside down.&lt;br /&gt;But among the confusion and mixed feelings,&lt;br /&gt;You are what i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i walk on the street, cold and lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Yet u are the one, i can think of only.&lt;br /&gt;If we together could start a family,&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how happy i would be.&lt;br /&gt;But things just could not turn this way,&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is suppose to be a love poem, but the ending does not seems like one. becasue this is life, so live with it...&lt;br /&gt;life is like this, good things nvr  happen to yrself. yet when one person got the good things, he wish he was the other half..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115686209539636644?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115686209539636644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=115686209539636644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115686209539636644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115686209539636644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/burning-flame-of-torch-mark-start-of.html' 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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-33105186.post-115677331096533499</id><published>2006-08-28T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T06:58:57.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is for all teachers for teacher's day.. thank u all for your hardwork. i appreciate it very much.. thank u all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day for the teachers came,&lt;br /&gt;A day to relieve them from their pain.&lt;br /&gt;Marking and teaching will not be needed,&lt;br /&gt;The things they all, much dreaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to thank them the special way?&lt;br /&gt;If we don acknowledge this simple day.&lt;br /&gt;Whine and complain we do best,&lt;br /&gt;Our attitude are not serious, but in jest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do teachers do to deserve this,&lt;br /&gt;Attitude problems that make them pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Acting ignorant and be a faggot,&lt;br /&gt;Only force our teachers to kick the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral values we were taught,&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we just forgot.&lt;br /&gt;How could we treat out teachers this way,&lt;br /&gt;When they do so much, but get the same pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while they work for us,&lt;br /&gt;Day and night without a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;We students owe the teachers,&lt;br /&gt;A grateful thank you, its what they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this simple yet special day,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling happy, very gay.&lt;br /&gt;Just tell the teachers in a simple way,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much, happy teachers day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115677331096533499?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-33105186.post-115667251489538969</id><published>2006-08-27T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T02:55:15.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. good day. got first for the poem i wrote abt the racial harmony thing(first post).. got voucher for popular.. nothing iinteresting. just plain boring life i had to live with... then.. erm... nothing else actually.. except that i actually cook myself dinner.. rice+salmon+chicken. haha. got some skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in life, must learn some skills.&lt;br /&gt;The skills to earn money, to foot his bills&lt;br /&gt; Teach a man to fish, he'll live for more than a day,&lt;br /&gt;Give him a fish, tomorrow he'll eat hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is life, must learn some skills,&lt;br /&gt;The skill can save him, or can kill.&lt;br /&gt;Teach him to learn can save him from another blunder,&lt;br /&gt;Teach him to steal and we'll see him six feet under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. the skill i have is to cook... so everyone, learn something today. no matter how small the skill may seems, there will be a day that u can put it to good use.. who knows... who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115667251489538969?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115667251489538969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=115667251489538969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115667251489538969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115667251489538969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-115661229228887157</id><published>2006-08-26T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:19:10.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fellow combatants, rise and fall.&lt;br /&gt;In a gruesome and bloody war.&lt;br /&gt;Why cant the world live in peace?&lt;br /&gt;A time where eveyone, feel free to feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long term wars, are in the past.&lt;br /&gt;But now we make it, quick and fast.&lt;br /&gt;Why would we wanna slash and hack?&lt;br /&gt;when we could be laying, around to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood and bodies, filled the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Just like ladies giving birth.&lt;br /&gt;Now we press a button here,&lt;br /&gt;Critics and agony, is what we hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would a person start a war?&lt;br /&gt;When it may cause their kingdom to fall.&lt;br /&gt;How could he, a leader of the state,&lt;br /&gt;Led his country, into this fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is dedicated to all who had suffered before in a war. deaceased or not, we salute you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115661229228887157?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115661229228887157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>A boy had balls as big as a nut,&lt;br /&gt;Complaint and moan, he kept saying FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Why are my balls so small?&lt;br /&gt;While others are big as a mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. suddenly thought of some rythming words.. althought the "f" word in inappropriate, but, it is just a short poem.. which does not make any sense at all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115661168592863363?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115661168592863363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=115661168592863363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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see,&lt;br /&gt;The love that lies, between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat is life that is full of hate?&lt;br /&gt;Wars and conflicts, on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;Is this suppose, to be out fate?&lt;br /&gt;When our fragile lives, hang on a ledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115661081595429389?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115661081595429389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=115661081595429389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115661081595429389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy kneel down to her,&lt;br /&gt;But it was a great blunder&lt;br /&gt;His face was awarded a slap,&lt;br /&gt;When he accidentally lie on her lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he  went to try again,&lt;br /&gt;With everything, but in vain&lt;br /&gt;With blood rushing up his vein,&lt;br /&gt;He could’t’stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken, the guy wept&lt;br /&gt;Even at night, when he slept.&lt;br /&gt;His peers told him to stop,&lt;br /&gt;But down came another drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace is represented by the dove,&lt;br /&gt;And there’s the heart which represents love&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dear friends cant u see&lt;br /&gt;The poor chap, symbolises me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are just unlucky in love... some just have not found their right one yet... but this poem is dedicated to everyone, no matter lucky or unlucky is thier love life, to wish them a best of luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-33105186.post-115633552757795479</id><published>2006-08-23T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T04:55:48.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. lousy day... lousy exams.. but still, life have to go on.. and on and on and on... hope can do better next time... only score two A's this time... wth.. i am not suppose to socre that low.. not to stoop that low... and holy shit, not to get that low... shit damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, wat done is done,not use crying over spilled milk... so, just carry on with my present situation and improve or i can rot in hell.... damn shit... damn lit... damn... and last but not least, hope my failing streak for a-math had been broken.. since i passed(finally) this time round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... this shit just blew my mood of updating it further... so long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115633552757795479?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115633552757795479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=115633552757795479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115633552757795479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115633552757795479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-115617227310773536</id><published>2006-08-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T04:55:16.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the second post... apart from the first one, which is actually a poem, this is well... a more decent one... yeah. i mean like a decent post.. if u noe wat i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally screw up my literature test today... only got 13/25... my lit teacher said its due to the fact that i use too much "F" word in the answer.. but come on, the book itself is full of "F", and i am just using contextual knowledge.. and she claim that i wrote out of point... that literature book by the way, is "curious incident of the dog in the night time.". or maybe i can only blame myself for sleeping and eating in class while she is at the front blabbering with all her stuff... who to blame? i guess it all comes down to me... but the usage of the "F" word had been around since the past... the book itself is like at least 50 "F"s. it is so unreasonable... she says i am more obsess with the word than the question... hahha. who noes... who noes.... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lit test totally screw up my day... can believe it... only 13/25... wat the hell.. its 52/100... it sucks... how can the usage of the wrong words be penalise? if it should, why the ministry uses that book? that "F" book... spastic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is enough screwed up for me.. so i think i better turn in early.. see u next time... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115617227310773536?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115617227310773536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=115617227310773536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115617227310773536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115617227310773536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-second-post.html' title=''/><author><name>spammer_4_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16329816803963962309</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-33105186.post-115616998765057037</id><published>2006-08-21T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T05:27:46.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let’s say no to racism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like we did to Nazism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We cant discriminate a few,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just because they are Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Racist groups like KKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only have love for their own race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If u respect it like a craze, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You might get shot in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Racial riots destroys homes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parents killed and children left alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Racial harmony is a must,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If we do not want to repeat our past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you imagine the destruction too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Think twice before u speak, fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Think that racist comments are a trend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See the pain when shit hit’s the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets say no to racism,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like we did to terrorism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be sensitive to people who are different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we will not get another 9-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We should all have equal rights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And not just because our skin are light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do not say that people suck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just because they are dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Racism can be destructive to all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So destructive, a country might fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just like events, in Sri Lanka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dispute over two languages, Tamil and Sinhala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets say no to racism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause it leads to craziness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What does every man deserves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Respect for each other, should come first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33105186-115616998765057037?l=spammer-4-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115616998765057037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33105186&amp;postID=115616998765057037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115616998765057037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33105186/posts/default/115616998765057037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer-4-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/lets-say-no-to-racismlike-we-did-to.html' 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