<?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-6518726747887529999</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:39:04.147+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live. Laugh. Love. Thats my philosophy.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518726747887529999.post-7912253966143241555</id><published>2010-10-19T08:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T08:56:34.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry guys... I know I promised to blog regularly but unfortunately I forgot my password.&lt;br /&gt;I've have since found the post-it which I wrote my password on. Heh, short term memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall now revel in the fact that everyone my age in national junior college is currently running around Pulau Ubin, fending off mosquitos and canoeing in the sweltering weather. Muahaha. Super free now. And yes Keisha I'll go out with you on thurs. I really can't wait.  Sorry for such a late reply. I fell asleep. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really need to go to MG to get the calculator. I really cannot stand the one I have now. Either it doesn't have the functions I desperately seek to attain or it doesn't have a cool look. So a trip to MG is really required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-7912253966143241555?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/7912253966143241555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=7912253966143241555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/7912253966143241555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/7912253966143241555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorry-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-3790352645533251557</id><published>2010-04-22T10:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:09:43.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa.... been a long time since I last posted. &lt;div&gt;It's as if years has passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, let's review the ordeal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: Felt a "slight" pain (pain is relative, the pain I feel now is the most painful. Always.) in the right side of my stomach so went to see my GP.GP said that I had early appendicitis and asked me to go to the hospital. So I went in. They had checks and finally I was operated on at 2/3 am. The operating table is cool. 0.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: I wake up groggy and in pain. Darn. Pain in my hands(stupid drip, on both hands too!), my throat( they shoved some pipe down my throat to keep me breathing) and of course in my lower body. MOrphine.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: Feeling slightly better. Didn't get to eat anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: Finaally I get liquids. Learning to pee. and trying to walk without killing myself with pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: FOOD. and discharged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: Panic. BUt fine now. :D ok with some pain still... but hey I can type now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-3790352645533251557?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/3790352645533251557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=3790352645533251557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/3790352645533251557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/3790352645533251557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2010/04/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-3123256333929289577</id><published>2010-04-09T08:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:27:03.622+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's not much happening nowadays.. except for alarmingly huge load of hw that teachers decided to dump on us. BLEAH. And that I will only have the weekend to do it. BLEAH. Not to mention that the weekend is jammed packed with activities there's barely enough time to do my hw let alone study. BLEAH. BLEAH. BLEAGH.&lt;br /&gt;6 projects!!!!!! All due in abt two weeks time!!!! What in the world were they thinking!?!?!?! But i guess I should be grateful that I'm not taking O levels. And here I am blogging away, wasting time. :D&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun, I've come up with this list of what I really miss in MG. One trait per person. Or two.&lt;br /&gt;1) Bea: Fun loving attitude. Pranks&lt;br /&gt;2) Min min: Taking the train back together from some ulu ulu place.&lt;br /&gt;3) Esther: Her easily angered-ness. Plus her r/s with isabel chu.&lt;br /&gt;4) Lorraine: Hmm. Sarcarstic comments? and company.&lt;br /&gt;5) Limin: Her "all-knowingness"&lt;br /&gt;6) Isabel Chu: Her r/s with esther and jiefeng. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;7) Gwen: Golden palms nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;8) Keisha: Pikachuness. Company. Emoness. debating. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;9) Ting Yan: Devotion to God.&lt;br /&gt;10) Nat Koh: Hmm. The highness.&lt;br /&gt;11) Yann ting: HEr IT savvyness and professional handling of math, science and the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;12) Chloe: THE EVIL MUSHROOM.&lt;br /&gt;13) Water bottle trips. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;14) Sloo: The puffin&lt;br /&gt;15) Nell: email.&lt;br /&gt;16) Edwina: Tennis craziness&lt;br /&gt;17) rebecca: Strangely enough, it's the way she says sorry.&lt;br /&gt;18) Slim: The ducky. :D&lt;br /&gt;19) Swong: Tennis and poems. Esp the poems.&lt;br /&gt;20) Sherice: Her laughter&lt;br /&gt;21) Shantelle: Her curry puff.&lt;br /&gt;22) Rachel: Being the really really really reliable chairperson. Till today, I still owe it to her for making my life so easy as vice chair. THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;23) Izzy: Her funkyness.&lt;br /&gt;24) Tanya: Pranks. Being the first friend I ever made when I came to MG.&lt;br /&gt;26) Alicia: Netball.&lt;br /&gt;Shoots. Recess is over. GTG. Cya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-3123256333929289577?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/3123256333929289577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=3123256333929289577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/3123256333929289577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/3123256333929289577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-not-much-happening-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-755629125529331994</id><published>2010-04-01T16:46:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:24:47.977+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been contemplating changing my blogskin for a long time now. Something to reflect my mood (BLACK and gloom. Muahahaha). But I guess because of my multiple fails I shall not change it.. After all content is what makes the blog alive. Right? ...&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, so what's today's post going to be abt?&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, good old April fool's day.&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;Prank one: We 03 went to 05's classroom, 05 went to 04's classroom and 04 went to 03's classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Where it went wrong: The 05 teacher was a spoilsport. HMPH. Just asked us to get out with that ever so curt voice of hers. Man, if she doesnt like the antics of children why even be a teacher in the first place. (My grudge towards her has grown from the time she told me to keep quiet when I was ALR keeping quiet)&lt;br /&gt;Prank two: Uhm. Culprits shall not be named. I got a sign pasted on my back. tsk. And from what I know, my blur sotong senses floundered for more than half an hour. &lt;strong&gt;And no one told me.&lt;/strong&gt;  Sigh. I looked like an idiot. As usual. But I guess it was in the spirit of the festivities, so I guess I'll just let live.&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of my new philosophy for life. To live and let live. Zen lifestlye. Ommm.&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, I went back to MG today. But it was a bad time to surprise them I guess. I am never going to do a surprise visit ever again. Expectations nose dived and did not stop after passing through the floor. Ok, exaggeration on my part, but I did feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we arrived late. Met people going to little india with taiwan people. (Go Lorraine!!! Hope you enjoy yourself there. And if you're reading this, your hate is my love. Muacks!)&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, meiling turned back even before we entered.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, the people I wanted to see the most were down/had art class in the middle/were going home.&lt;br /&gt;I just felt mighty out of place there. Something I never ever want to feel in MG again. I'm just gonna wipeout today's memories and remember it as I have always remembered it. One awesome school which gave me so many gifts of friendship, trust and faith. It helped mould me into what I am today. That's how I'll remember mg. Blank out today's events. Blank out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world in this inertia??? Why does nature have to be so complicated??? (PHYSICS AND ALL that chem shapes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to seal all bad thoughts away, gonna trust that hope is coming it's way. :D&lt;br /&gt;Rock on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-755629125529331994?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/755629125529331994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=755629125529331994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/755629125529331994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/755629125529331994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-contemplating-changing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-277653880514278726</id><published>2010-03-27T19:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:23:39.065+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo people,&lt;br /&gt;Announcement: We won JGs round three. Someone raise the victory flag. :D I was just pleased we won. And it was mostly thanks to Aish. She went up onto the floor and slammed everyone down.&lt;br /&gt;There were three bad things that occurred that night though...&lt;br /&gt;1) We didn't make it to quarters. :( Never mind they'll be other competitions)&lt;br /&gt;2) MG team went off to toa payoh to eat dinner w/o me. HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;3) We made prop three cry. I still feel really bad about it. :(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so onto the awesome part of that night.&lt;br /&gt;But firstly, I have attained enlightenment when it comes to high heels. HIGH HEELS ARE WEAPONS OF TORTURE.&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;br /&gt;So dinner was the cool part.&lt;br /&gt;We went out and tried flag a cab down, but failed remarkably. In the end we just settled on 7/11, where we bought chips and a drink and then had a picnic in the playground. Sadly, the dinner conversation was much less romantic. (Thank goodness NZ wasn't there.. it's not something both males and females can talk about on just an intellectual basis.) But we bonded over it. :D (Sharm, I will never forget how after putting the cap on, you filled the slurpee cup to the brim, with extra besides. Volcano!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the first thing that I felt when we won, was pure relief, cooling and refreshing. All those late night panics, freaking out and rushing homework in the morning paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH SADHANA! We couldn't have done it w/o you!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran has pimples. 0.o Random fun fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio homework cost me $7.50. Sheesh! Such a waste of money! And it looks really terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades. Grades. Grades. Bother. Chinese and maths I did really badly. Shoots. Need to work harder esp on maths. Did not see it coming at all. But overall fine and dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it was really gratifying to see one fifth of the top scorers for LA were all from MG. MG power!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catechism class though boring and irritating and perpetually running late, did give me one piece on encouragement that I really want to share with you all. "God never gives you more suffering that you can bear"&lt;br /&gt;I like that alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank all my seniors for praying for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my grandma who even though was ill snuck into church just to pray for me. I really want to thank them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly love the world more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for these rapid mood changes! Whoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-277653880514278726?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/277653880514278726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=277653880514278726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/277653880514278726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/277653880514278726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2010/03/yo-people-announcement-we-won-jgs-round.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-4148193211519678933</id><published>2010-03-15T09:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:01:50.650+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is the third day of march hols. I wonder whether that's a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is moving continuously. Forever. Doors open. Doors shut. Doors open again. Doors shut again. You get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm getting older. As in I'm no longer a kid anymore. This year I'm fifteen. In 10 years time I'll be 25. Time is moving on. I wonder how it'll be like in 10 years time? Who will I forget? Who will I remember? Who will I meet again. It's not like I don't want to be idealistic it's just that that's reality and nothing you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so Emo recently??? I need to eat sugar. Sugar rush.  Whee. Ok I'm better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Bubble tea gives you cancer? And I still drink it everyday in school. Oh well, the proof of the pudding has always been in the eating. I'm gonna monitor my health from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I've heard of this teenage blogger who blogs about fashion. Even fashion designers read her blog for advice on how to design their clothes. WOW, that goes to show how crazy the fashion world really is. Another reason why I don't follow it. Collared shirts rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition in a few hours. Tmrw, debate training. Spar against a sch that doesn't like us. Too bad for them. I love love love the effects of being sugar high. Whee... Wnat to guess what I ate? Not telling. (Don't worry it's not drugs. I said sugar high remember?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspapers have been really entertaining these days. And I have lost faith in all men. I have decided not to marry. Easier that way. Will save me loads of heart ache. All those women who stuck by their idiotic husbands should have just divorced the husbands. :D Of course there are the kids and there's love. Which is why you should have not gotten married in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough. got to go Finish my tuition hw. Which starts in about 1 hours time. Shoots. Got to eat lunch too. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-4148193211519678933?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/4148193211519678933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=4148193211519678933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/4148193211519678933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/4148193211519678933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-third-day-of-march-hols.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-7937403313772081297</id><published>2010-03-14T12:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:37:15.681+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's the second day of the march hols and I've decided with Keisha's encouragement to resurrect this blog.&lt;br /&gt;So let's see.&lt;br /&gt;This year, 2010, is the year I packed my bags and left beloved MG, instead choosing to pursue the IP route by going to NJ.&lt;br /&gt;The first few weeks were terrible. I couldn't focus in school. I hated school pretty much. Everyday, I woke up to that shrill ring of the alarm clock yelling at me to get out of bed. All I did was take the batteries out of the alarm clock and go back to sleep. I was nearly late every morning. I was existing not living. (Yes, this sounds real emo... but it's true.)&lt;br /&gt;The turning point came when I received my physics test back. A B!!!!! Argh. I can't stand that B. First few weeks in sch and I'm scoring Bs alr. Yikes. What fuelled the panic was recent release of the A level results. Everyone I knew from the IP program didn't do very well. I dont care what the newspapers reported. Those who took O levels did better for A levels as compared to the IP kids. Time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;So yup, I'm slowly inheriting the most common NJ diesease. The mugger syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me I've got homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;Cya!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back to grumble later. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-7937403313772081297?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/7937403313772081297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=7937403313772081297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/7937403313772081297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/7937403313772081297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2010/03/yo-guys-its-second-day-of-march-hols.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-6062052930883123956</id><published>2009-10-30T17:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:20:55.292+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So happy things and sad things, emo things and not so emo things. A lot has been going on lately so I will try to be as accurate in my accounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rocs 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Woohoo! The activities weren't that great but the people were!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fireflies: Ms tham and her crocidiles. Nell trying to make a firefly attracted to her. Isabel Chu having an asthma attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cave: The awesome cave layered with guano. The stalemites that didnt look at all like romeo and juliet. The jellyfishes and the smoking pregnant lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And other stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;got to eat dinner now.&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/6518726747887529999-6062052930883123956?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/6062052930883123956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=6062052930883123956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/6062052930883123956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/6062052930883123956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-happy-things-and-sad-things-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-890669466342719073</id><published>2009-10-25T09:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:48:18.929+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are just a few poems/ phrases/ quotes that I really like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) My candle burns at both ends, it will not last the night, but ah my foes and oh my friends, it gives a lovely light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) The proof of the pudding is in the eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve, so go with the proposition(or was it opposition?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a recession when your neighbour loses his job: it's a depression when you lose yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) A real friend is someone who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. (I thank God for giving ample supply of these friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you aren't fired with enthusiasm, you will be fired with enthusiasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7)If you don't get everything you want, think of the things you don't get that you don't want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yup, that's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Argh. Its been a pretty wuliao weekend for me. So I decided to look into the subject combinations I may take in NJ next year. It was terrifying. They were blending every single subject to give a more holistic overview of all the subjects. And we aren't graded on just exams, but posters and website designs too! And for me, someone who is artistically challenged and has trouble drawing a stickman, things look pretty gloomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Still I have a few more days in MG, so though a sense of dread is growing steadily in my heart, I can still muster the strength to slow down its growth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As I read on from the NJ website, I still cannot imagine life in a school not MG. I have grown pretty attached to it over the two years, if I may say so myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I feel I am being pushed forward to the bottomless pit, with nothing to fight back or to cling on. As each day passes more pressure steadily builds up and grow more desperate not to fall into that pit. But every plan and argument I come up with to escape from this place, is thwarted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am told to enjoy the last few days before I leave MG, but how to? with a ominous prophecy of the future, how do I, no how can I feel happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I need to read a book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ciao!      &lt;/span&gt;&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/6518726747887529999-890669466342719073?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/890669466342719073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=890669466342719073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/890669466342719073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/890669466342719073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-are-just-few-poems-phrases-quotes.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-4685837935775676062</id><published>2009-10-22T17:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:52:53.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all. &lt;div&gt;I have decided not shut down my blog after all. Partly because I find it a good way to vent my frustrations and partly because I can't seem to remember the password to the class blog. Heh. What a bad memory I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hopefully this bad memory of mine will turn from a bane to a boon as I embark on the journey of erasing horrible memories. Such as failing chinese by two marks-- these teachers simply can't pass us can they? or getting a B3 overall for lit. Bleh. Horrible! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway moving onto happier things... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While everyone is stuck in a dilemma about the subjects they should take, I can just kick back and relax. Heh. At least for 2 more years, b4 I have to go serious and do things like prepare for "A"s. Oh, and and and ROCS 2 is only 3 more days away. Have to take a lot of photos. :) :o wait a second, my elusive memory has managed to present me with another memory --- nat and keisha aren't going. Oh man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give up on the positive thinking philosophy I have tried to adopt recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-4685837935775676062?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/4685837935775676062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=4685837935775676062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/4685837935775676062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/4685837935775676062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-4831809463328509424</id><published>2009-10-15T20:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:39:16.291+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well. Exams are over. And I am feeling blue. Ironic but true. Feel like I messed up all my exams. and the stress was really hitting me full time. But hey, I came out fine. I survived it. I live for another day. The only problem is how I am going to face the results next week and tell them to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. debate again. and nothing is done. not even the case about thw mollycoddle iran. and the deadline's tmrw. Then there's the selection for meth cup and may oh etc etc. More pressure. I don't know how Nat and Keisha handle this. Probably sleeping at 3am helps work out the neurons, but its only 9.30 and my eyelids are drooping. Which reminds me tmrw are the selections. Expectations closing and bearing down on me. Even Lorraine's clean-the-house party backfired. because of toilets. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;Trudging onwards there are two things that keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;1) ROCs&lt;br /&gt;2) Something almost as good as ROCs&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe school before results are given out.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me what I came here to blog about. I think I will close this blog down. It's pretty dead anyway.&lt;br /&gt;OH just thought of a very happy thing.&lt;br /&gt;THE ACCEL MEETING!&lt;br /&gt;Even though my feet and arms were aching, head throbbing(all because Lorraine threw a ball at my head) It was one of my more enjoyable times in life.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so I am going to end here.&lt;br /&gt;Then finish up debate.&lt;br /&gt;Then let life continue to run its course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-4831809463328509424?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/4831809463328509424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=4831809463328509424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/4831809463328509424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/4831809463328509424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-8326132426924324684</id><published>2009-09-11T08:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:45:41.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Upon Keisha's request, I have come back to post again. The subject for this post will be exhilarating phenomenon that happened on the 5th sept 2009--- the MGU14s!!!!!!!!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;So before I launch into this post proper, let's start out with some background information.&lt;br /&gt;1) ALOT of effort went into this competition. From both participants as well as the debate clubbies. Anyone who contests this fact shall be referred to lorraine and ken for some punches. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;2) The competition layout consists of three prelimary rounds and one finals. In each prelim round there will be six debates going on concurrently.  After the three rounds the best two teams with the highest overall scores goes to the finals.&lt;br /&gt;3) There were two teams sent into this competition from MG. The main team and the swing team.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that that entire issue is settled we'll go onto the details.&lt;br /&gt;6.45 am everyone reports to school. Well at least the swing team does. We all wait eagerly for Nat to open up the coop so that we can snag some blazers from the prefects room.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in between: Keisha turns up with a dilemma. Just exactly how to tie a tie? Isabel Chu comes to the rescue. :D&lt;br /&gt;7.00 am the princess arrives only to find out the key is not in the prefects locker. Muahahaha. Ken then goes on to activate plan B--- pick the lock of the coop with the hairpin Keisha innocently provided. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;7.15am Ken still trying to pick the lock. I have changed out from sch bazer to sch uniform and now make my way the stop Ken b4 she kicks the door down. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;8.00am Prepped talked and the releasing of motions for the first round.&lt;br /&gt;The swing team's opponent was SJI and they came late so we failed to find them 15 minutes into our 1 hour prep session-- to settle the motion. Cutting the long story short. Swing team lost 1st round and main team won 1st round. To dif teams, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. NAsi Lemak. Which was a problem for Sanj as she was a vegetarian. Thank goodness she brought her own food. A prep talk from Imran to swing team. Quote" You guys have already fulfilled your quota of losing and sucking so the next round please win it." Such sympathetic words. Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;Main team also got a prep talk. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then, the second round came. We quickly cornered our opponents and settled the motion with them. We then went onto win the debate! Woohooooo. It was the only debate the swing team won that day. Haha! MAin team also won theirs.&lt;br /&gt;third round. Swing team went against Hwach. and Main team went against RI. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;Well, swing team lost and main team................................. WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hooray!!! :DDDDDDDDD So proud of the main team. Good job guys! You did the MG name proud.&lt;br /&gt;Finals...&lt;br /&gt;MGS VS ACSI.&lt;br /&gt;So while the main team was busy prepping... the swing team rolled up their sleeves and went to sweat it out. I went to join Lorraine in her project, with charishma,of moving 15 chairs from one of the first floor classrooms to the second floor classrooms. At the end of it all, we were exhausted with all our tendons, muscles and even cartilages aching. Then, Lorraine whipped out a delicious pack of raisins. Verdict: Buy organic raisins when I go to NTUC later on in the week.  They were very goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood. Food fit for angels. :)&lt;br /&gt;Da DEBATE.&lt;br /&gt;ACSI gave their all, spouting examples of Saddam HUssein. So on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;And then MGS debaters spoke.&lt;br /&gt;They wowed the judges. With their powerful examples and general knowledge. Stating examples from congo to zimbawe(sp? ) , see such unheard of countries so far flung  that I don't even know how to spell.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the reply speeches were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;ACSI: Dictators are like scheming babies with a gun. Gun being their power. If you try to talk to him sensibly about giving the gun up, all you're going to do is make them cling tighter to the gun.&lt;br /&gt;MGS(Keisha) : Okay, let's take the opposition's analogy. If you slap the baby to make him give up the gun, he is most likely going to pull the trigger and shoot you. However, if you give the baby some candy and talk to him nicely he is more likely to give up the gun for candy. &lt;br /&gt;therefore, go with the candy and not the slap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-8326132426924324684?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/8326132426924324684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=8326132426924324684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/8326132426924324684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/8326132426924324684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/09/upon-keishas-request-i-have-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-3415662902024690585</id><published>2009-07-30T17:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:07:04.022+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Longest time never post.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking and thinking and thinking. And I wondered how much money I would need before I could finally retire and spend the rest of the day by my bookshelf reading. So I calculated. And the amount surprised me. 10 million dollars at least before I can retire comftably!?!?!?!?! Where am I going to get a job like that????? And this 10 million dollars was living pretty frugally already. Dang. Wait a minute. on the average year I have to earn  500,000 a year. So that's 41700 dollars a month. Hmm. Attainable I guess. and not to mention the money that I have to use to support my family and pay the maid. Oh man. I think its better not to grow up from now on. We'll cross the bridge when we reach it.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. NAt's famous question. What's the meaning of life? I agree with her. The point of life in my opinion is to just study work retire play and die. What a happy life. As lorraine rightly put it, the meaning of life is to live. Its what happens after daeth thats interesting. Unfortunately I dont think I am in a position to  discuss this as I have no background knowledge to discuss this. No one returned from the dead to tell me what it about. My granduncle said life is what you make of it. Pushing all the reponsibility of my life onto me. Shucks. Talk about unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Still, there's hope. There's still God. I still don't understand him yet though. But it seems no one should ever judge the lord. So I am not judging. I am just going to trust him and hope for the best. And perhaps, find out a few answers for my queries about him. But that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's the truth. Weeks without debate has landed me with free time on my hands but it has also landed me with some serious worries of deproving in debate. Argh. Nat and Keisha are so pro. Must try harder. Imran says its all about how much you want. Man, I hate it when he says that. Give some constructive advice on how to improve then maybe I can improve. With the MGu14s coming the pressure's on. Its going to take all I have in me to improve and get up to scatch. Bleh. Oh the joy of debate.  But I am ready for it. So all I have left to say is....&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-3415662902024690585?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/3415662902024690585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=3415662902024690585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/3415662902024690585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/3415662902024690585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/07/longest-time-never-post.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-4882399938347471628</id><published>2009-06-09T17:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:00:24.099+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the second day of my stay at Rasa Sentosa and so far I have managed to get an injured toe, injured foot and a terrible headache. Bleh. Now, my brothers are at the beach. I am left in the hotel room because I had a terrible stomachache just recently. But all in all, it was really fun. Earlier today, I went on the Sentosa luge. The chair lift really frightened me... it was so high up. Below us were cars, roads and the TRACK. I saw people zooming downhill. They looked like they were having fun until one toppled over. So when it was my turn ride the luge, I went at a snail's pace. Seriously. People with children in front of them overtook me. Primary school kids overtook me. Men old enough to be my grandfather... well you get the drift. But overall, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming water makes ope wounds sting so bad they bring tears to your eyes. Thats one hard truth abt life I learnt today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading this book thats really good. Its called conversations with God. The writer explains common questions that we ask abt faith so clearly that it really has me stumped for words. Questions like, why doesn't God reveal himself to us in a way that no one would be able to refute? and What is the meaning of life? all these questions are explained through plain logic that leaves us with another question in mind. Why didn't we think of that? Its a wonderful book.For anyone who's open minded and wishes to have another interesting insight into commonly asked questions about religon, this is the book for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.....Dreading facing reality tomorrow..... I haven't finished most of my hw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-4882399938347471628?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/4882399938347471628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=4882399938347471628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/4882399938347471628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/4882399938347471628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-second-day-of-my-stay-at-rasa.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-4666636660093941943</id><published>2009-06-07T13:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:00:25.497+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people! Just got back from the botanic gardens... what an awesome trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me make ths clear. I am not fond of plants in fact I hate things that are stationary. It just makes things boring. However, this trip to the botanic gardens was just super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it... despite the terribly hot weather which makes sweat pour down your face, it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tour guide was showing us how each flower has a dif way of attaching its pollen to the visiting insect. One flower has a antennae that triggers the pollen to shoot out attaching it to the insect. I was impressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course we learnt many things abt orchids... I even saw the fruits of orchids. And alot of orchids named after VIPs. There was one flower that I particularly liked. It was appeared all white but upon closer inspection there were streaks of pink at the very ends. It reminded me that no person was ever one sided.. Even if a person's life seems perfect from the outside, there are problems hidden and only upon closer inspection do you find out that the perfect reality the person lives in is nothing but a facade but the hurt they feel inside is so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough emoing for one day... moving onto happier things... I am going to stay at Sentosa from mon to wed so fun! Three days of utter laziness await me! I cant wait to get started. BUt b4 that I really have to finish my HW I haven't done anything else besides the chinese hw and bio hw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to do Geog hw cos I lost the textbook so I guess I have to leave that one to the 1st day of sch. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalala,&lt;br /&gt;Carol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-4666636660093941943?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/4666636660093941943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=4666636660093941943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/4666636660093941943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/4666636660093941943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-people-just-got-back-from-botanic.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-7052185266508577082</id><published>2009-06-05T08:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:13:02.161+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long time no post! After one week of holidays I feel ready for school. Really ready. I think I was less busy during school term. Lets review.&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;Sunday: Went to the science centre to support Nathalie, Edwina and Chantal for their enviromental competition. They won second. :) However, the competition was so boring that I nearly fell asleep. What made it worse was that I wasn't even sitting with them. Bleh. Thank goodness for SMS-es! Bea was entertaining me the entire time... then of course my father smsed too. Replying smses are really a great way to pass time. It kept me going till prize presentation. :)&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;Monday: Went to NJC to take admission tests. It was gruelling but easier than before. I knew 80% more maths questions than in the other test. Met up with Keisha, Nell, Edwina and Lorraine. In between tests we had breaks.. thank goodness for these breaks. We had loads of fun then. While Nell and Keisha were in the toilet the rest of us took their bags and hid it away. We hung Keisha's crumpler on the railing and Nell's bag one floor lower, on a bench. It was pretty hilarious when Keisha and Nell both walked past their bags while trying to look for them.. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Lorraine kept claiming that she was feeling really hot.  The thing is she was wearing a sweater! Haha had a good laugh over that. Eddie then decided to ask a really funny question. "Does my nose sweat?" True randomness. &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;Tuesday: Chinese Tuition: 9am - 11am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Debate training: 10am -6pm. A lovely 8 hour training session. Learning to like debate more and more as I attend these sessions. Sometimes though, in the afternoons I have this terrible urge to sleep. so I can't think that well let alone debate. Went to pizza hut for lunch and the bill came up to more than $50 atonishing but true.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Learning Lab: 5pm-7pm this was a really fun day. not.&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;Wednesday: Debate 10am-6pm. Ok same old same old. Lunch was at Kaps. It was cheaper. :) Then I went to my grandparents house. watched red thread with my grandma. rode a bike with my grandpa, talked to my granduncle abt "Silas Marner" and fried a fish without getting burnt with my aunt. Haha. I gave her eyepower most of the way. Then returned home and stayed up till 11 around there to do my chinese tuition homework.&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;Thursday: Chinese tuition: 9-11 after that rushed off to mg for debate training. only to find out that there was no debate training. haha. sorry keisha. 5-7 learning lab again this time met people from my catechism class some mg girl, I think she's the daughter of Mrs Ho, home econs teacher. I also met a 1.72metres tall girl. Needless to say, I felt really short.&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;Today: Its almost a week, and I am exhausted. However, going to do my research papers and finish up all my holiday homwork. right after this blogpost. after all, all work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy. &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;Hope all of you are enjoying your holidays! Have a blast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-7052185266508577082?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/7052185266508577082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=7052185266508577082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/7052185266508577082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/7052185266508577082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-time-no-post-after-one-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-7607031385262668275</id><published>2009-05-07T17:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:35:45.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Succumbed to temptation... disappointed with myself. Never mind just make this a quick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They postponed the ROCs trip!!!!!!!!!!!! In a way, good news and bad news. Good news is that Nat and Keisha can come along and the bad news is because they postponed it. So I have nothing to look forward to. No motivation for CTs. I think I will have to convince myself that its still on just to get thru this Cts period. After that, I will face reality... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Cts! Chem and Life Science... well the day b4 I totally freaked out. I was practically crying. That was the stress level. So I well, prayed and asked for a sign. to reassure me that my self worth was not just based on grades. Well the sign came and I am so happy for it. It really took a lot of pressure off me. Basically, my mom came in when I was studying and then gave her prep talk. Well, to be honest I blanked out for most but there was one line that I heard and appreciated. But I am not posting it here. So then the day came. I joined my fellow comrades in last minute cramming. Last minute realisations of not understanding topics etc etc. Somehow or the other I actually enjoyed the papers. They were so fun and satisfactory. Exams fun? oxymoron isn't it? but really, truth be told I loved doing those papers.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was back to my study table for geog and english. I had it all planned out... then I spoiled the schedule for napping 1 hour. I was tired.... I know I sleep super early but still I was tired. I think I use up all my energy in school. So back to geog. Just did the TB and then slept. Woke up at 3, then 4 and finally 6. Test lorraine, test Nell and then test Limin.... LOL I never get tested... I am always the one testing... I like it that way. Geog was short and upsetting. All that stressing for nothing? pah. Then english was chim. I think  might fail for that one. But will worry later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, had fun with lorraine and esther. We drew on each other with chalk, simulated battles and drew a picture of you-know-who using our imagination. The result of the picture was hilarious. Esther added on the final touch... hahaha... so embarrassing. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, rushed out my tution hw. Just in time for tution. Which ended five minutes ago. Yay. After this will study the literary handout mrs ng gave us. Hopefully its sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay after tmrw, 3 more to go. Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-7607031385262668275?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/7607031385262668275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=7607031385262668275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/7607031385262668275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/7607031385262668275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/05/succumbed-to-temptation.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-55614914452621975</id><published>2009-04-18T14:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:57:39.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a sweltering hot day. I was practically melting. Need to turn on the air con but mother nature's sake I can't. Talking about the enviroment, the env comp just went sour. I am not posting the results. But after the quiz, we had games. We played bowling with tennis balls. 0.o Eddie and I won a prize. Sadly Nat missed most of the pins and got no prize. After that we had blindman's buff. Nat and Eddie were sppose to guide me through the course but all they did was tell me to go straight. bleh spilt water on myself and bumped into tables and chairs. Advice to everyone: Dont let eddie or nat guide you through a course of obstacles unless you are not blindfolded. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is another hot hot hot hot hot hot day. I realise last min I haven't finsihed homework so I am ending this blogpost to go and do it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-55614914452621975?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/55614914452621975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=55614914452621975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/55614914452621975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/55614914452621975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday-was-sweltering-hot-day.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-5292846576683779181</id><published>2009-04-16T17:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:34:18.499+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tday was superdeeduper fun. First we went on the 2.4km run where I miss an A by a few measly seconds. Sheesh. But it was a fun fun fun experience. After the run my cheeks were burning, my lungs were on fire. I resembled a red goldfish. With legs that were dead tired. But I felt happy and super high! Its such a wonderful feeling. :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had chem where I almost got bored to death. But the happy endorphins saved the day! :) After that was maths where we had linear equations. Kind old soul Lorraine lent me her ruler grudgingly. Wasn't that wonderful? After that, sympathetic Mrs Hor listened to our sob story abt skipping recess and gave us 20 min of her period! So super nice of her. Of course with this new found time, I could a) study and prepare for geog comp or b) go down and have recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose b surprisingly. I was worried that I would get gastric pains, real bad ones if I didn't do that. So I chose an ice cream the nicest value for money type of food I could find in the canteen. It didnt taste nice at all. Buit it ended up being a blessing in disguise.  Cos we wern't suppose to have anything to eat b4 life science experiment unless we wanted to examine food debris instead of proper DNA. So we extracted the DNA by gargling with this saline that tasted like french fries w/o the potato. :D Extracted sucessfully 1st time so was spared the distgusting process of swallowing my spit again. HEEHEE. After that LA where Keisha and Nat astounded the class with their profound knowledge of John Rowl's theory of justice. An example of how debate helps your studies. o.0 Three cheers for debate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISO was fun ISabel came back to us in the last 32 minutes of sch to do ISO with us. I then promptly abandoned them to play spider solitaire with chloe. HOwever I ,must credit The Khortingyan, Nell and Yann ting from tryingto abstain from games. Good effort on their part. Out of the three only one finely lost the battle with the computer. Despite her attempts to resist temptation, Nell still succumed to the super fun game, word challenge. Oh well, everyone has their weak moments. :))) Then went home and had tution. dreadfully boring hardly comes near it. This is the extreme end of boring. Like superbly boring. Boring till you can fall off your chair. Nevertheless, it was educational like all boring tutions are. Then got hooked on Boomshine. Argh. Its so nice. Need to go do my hw now. So I guess I will post at a more free part of my life. BB for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-5292846576683779181?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/5292846576683779181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=5292846576683779181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/5292846576683779181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/5292846576683779181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/04/tday-was-superdeeduper-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-8285373860159619376</id><published>2009-04-11T14:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:15:41.273+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate one word in the entire english dictionary. Expectations. Argh. I hate it...... sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much! They think I can perform miracles. But I can't! So I tell them to their face that I cannot live up to such high expectations. Then here comes the most cliche answer. You just have to believe in yourself Carol. Believe?!?!?! I am being realistic and they ask me to believe. Can you believe that? I hate that I can't live up to their expectations and I hate it that they don't understand that fact! Then when I don't live up to their expectations, they say Carol I am very disappointed in you. Argh. I already told them that I can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butbutbut thats just my everyday ranting.... moving on to happier things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) REALLY SORRY to my FPSP group. I didn't know you were at the lab.... anyway when I went home I did 16 solutions by myself and was about to submit it when I checked my mail. it then dawned on me that you had submitted it already. Sosososo I didn't send mine. I know I am still wrong and everything but in my defense I went home and did it too. Its just that 3brains are better than 1 so I was slower to send it off. But once again really really really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Yay! I convinced my parents to let me go on the ROC's trip. :))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Did my LA essay already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yay... but its super short. So prob have to redo. See how first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Going to watch bedtime stories today..... ::)))))))))))))))))) Keisha Ong IT IS NOT CHILDISH! Its a super nice movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-8285373860159619376?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/8285373860159619376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=8285373860159619376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/8285373860159619376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/8285373860159619376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-one-word-in-entire-english.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-808452612763463769</id><published>2009-03-28T14:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:48:51.082+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.... Long time no post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling super dee duper high now....&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was super fun..... Went to Keisha's house to "study" but ended up doing things like play geo challenge and pet society. Hahaha. Keisha Ong you will forever be remembered as the one who thought China flag was the Japan flag. Your geography simply rocks socks!!!!!!!!!! I learnt new words that day too.... thanks to Anmol! Like yuberculosis and yellowcab. Super fun!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the debate which MGS won!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was kinda obvious who would win as ACS just put up a poor show..... -.-" so boring to hear them debate but so interesting to hear them get thrashed by MG debaters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoooooooooooooooooo! Our seniors rock!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-808452612763463769?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/808452612763463769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=808452612763463769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/808452612763463769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/808452612763463769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-2277723447939640395</id><published>2009-03-19T14:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:07:50.718+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like time flies even when you are not having fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to the golf couse was a disaster. The ball just rolled.... I couln't bring myself to submit the scorecard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was... poetry slam.... yucks. The class was right. it was bad. Churning out good poems in 2 minutes is not suited for me. I like to sit, think write, redo,redo,redo and finally I get a product. However 2 minutes is not enough so I only got to step 2. Eddie's poems were good though....I liked them and thats saying something. I don't really like poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel Chu, where has the watering thing gone??? It was missing when it was our turn to water ferns.... so sorry the ferns weren't watered... heehee. Dont be mad ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese homework is not good.... I think I did it wrongly... REWRITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing I am looking forward to is watching Twilight with good company... that should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I am free enough, I will go post some pics of my pet parrot today. Wait... how do you post pics??? If you know, please tag. Your detailed instructions are appreciated. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-2277723447939640395?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/2277723447939640395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=2277723447939640395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/2277723447939640395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/2277723447939640395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/03/looks-like-time-flies-even-when-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-302470061981803976</id><published>2009-03-17T14:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:07:18.072+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its tuesday. Nearly half the week gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so happy. Finish watching this Korean drama. It was awesome. Finished most of my work too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now only thing left is SS and FPSP. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the holiday isn't so bad after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-302470061981803976?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/302470061981803976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=302470061981803976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/302470061981803976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/302470061981803976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-6235371012612929486</id><published>2009-03-14T20:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:08:25.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After countless games of golf, I have been led to one conclusion. Golf is NOT for me. What is with this fetish of hitting balls with steel sticks and then climbing mountains and hills just to find them and hit them again. This whole process gave me five new blisters. Hooray. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework. homework. homework. thats a lot. so many deadlines to meet. As Isabel rightly put it, "you die lah". I agree with that statement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-6235371012612929486?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/6235371012612929486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=6235371012612929486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/6235371012612929486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/6235371012612929486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-countless-games-of-golf-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-8096557421921065028</id><published>2009-03-13T14:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:07:02.548+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have mixed emotions about today.... so many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;I am angry, disappointed, sad, apprehensive and happy all at the same time. Seems weird but its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry and disappointed at myself because of not studying harder for common tests. If I had done so I might have aced more tests and passed more tests. Especially Lit! argh! I feel like smacking myself upside down. Now my beautiful english score will be dragged down by this stupid mark. Bleugh. Smack. Smack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.... well duh because of my terrible marks but also because of other stuff. This "other stuff" is really sparking internal conflicts in me and trust me, I DO NOT need these conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apprehensive yet happy. because I got into the PESA and thats further than what I got last year. But with the weight of expectations and my really-not-very-convenient-stage-fright hovering over my head I can't help but feel nervous. Argh. Somemore internal conflict. Just what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days where I feel really weary and worn out. Its like I have this feeling that I don't have anymore strength to go on anymore. Well, this is one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I just remembered something funny. The look on Isabel's face when she tore up the printout that bea and tanya did nicely for her. Heehee super funny! Ok energised. I shall start on my enormous mountain of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.0 mega mood swing. wtv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-8096557421921065028?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/8096557421921065028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=8096557421921065028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/8096557421921065028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/8096557421921065028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-mixed-emotions-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-8398413125123040808</id><published>2009-03-10T19:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:11:08.757+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fine. Since everyone is asking me how the speech went, I shall cut all suspense and tell you now. I went second cos I had to go off soon. I was so nervous, I was like a handphone on vibrate mode. Trembling uncontrollably. But once in the room I had a surge of confidence, "highness". Probably from sheer fear. Thank goodness, the teachers judging were just as supportive as last year, nodding and smiling at appropriate moments. I guess that enocouraged me A LOT! I didn't refer to the speech as much as I thought I would. Quite happy for a half day notice of a speech. Thank you to Yann Ting and Keisha for the constructive feedback you gave me. It was helpful! :) Thanks for luck, Beatrice. and eddie for staying back? And the biggest THANK YOU to god for comforting me when I was so jittery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok told you already. Don't ask for more details. I did my best and if my best isn't good enough so be it. Its over. No good about worrying about it.&lt;br /&gt;btw Nat, you owe me a deadline extension. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who tagged so far... makes my blog more alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-8398413125123040808?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/8398413125123040808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=8398413125123040808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/8398413125123040808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/8398413125123040808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/03/fine.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-8810088801336800264</id><published>2009-03-09T20:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:23:32.127+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh.... today was not a good day again.... chinese and debate. I am tired of setbacks. I want some achievements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-8810088801336800264?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/8810088801336800264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=8810088801336800264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/8810088801336800264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/8810088801336800264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-7505749563188212958</id><published>2009-03-07T17:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:12:35.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Golf was terrible. Swimming was cancelled. Debate is having warping dates. I don't like today. Hmmph. It was..... HORRIBLE. :( Hopefully tomorrow is better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-7505749563188212958?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/7505749563188212958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=7505749563188212958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/7505749563188212958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/7505749563188212958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/03/golf-was-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-4425908513956530407</id><published>2009-03-06T15:22:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:41:09.185+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was hilarious. Thanks to Isabel Chu AKA hot stuff. Isabel you really belong to Jackson house. The colour just suits you to the tee. :) Will not elaborate lest I get killed on Monday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Isabel pushing tanya off her seat causing the table to overturn and the bottle of paint water to drop. Just like dominos. Tanya and Isabel's expressions were amusing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-4425908513956530407?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/4425908513956530407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=4425908513956530407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/4425908513956530407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/4425908513956530407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-was-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-1666275506100835450</id><published>2009-03-03T19:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:12:47.943+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over! One down three to go. Its an exhilarating experience( ooh look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alliteration&lt;/span&gt;!) But also signals the beginning of more hard work and slogging. :( I need to get some motivation! to get fired up! Then I can complete the checklist of life experiences.&lt;br /&gt;1) Get into good secondary school (checked)&lt;br /&gt;2) Excel in that school ( not working out so far...)&lt;br /&gt;3) Score so brilliantly well I get a scholarship and go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Harvard&lt;/span&gt;/oxford/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yale&lt;/span&gt; to study. (probably won't check this off... sigh...)&lt;br /&gt;4) Go to medicine school.&lt;br /&gt;5) become an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oncologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;6)Discover a cure for cancer if there still is no cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;7) Lead a healthy and full life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt; Earn enough money to lead a comftable lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;9)Die peacefully and painfully.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many I will be able to check off..... Maybe one... or two...&lt;br /&gt;or worse still, horrors of horrors, none. That would be tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be working hard soon,&lt;br /&gt;Carol =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-1666275506100835450?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/1666275506100835450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=1666275506100835450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/1666275506100835450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/1666275506100835450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/03/exams-are-over-one-down-three-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</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-6518726747887529999.post-9055346523468465362</id><published>2009-03-02T17:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:10:23.770+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feels so funny... no one has discovered my blog yet :0&lt;br /&gt;I think at the end of common tests I will open my blog up.&lt;br /&gt;and censor all irrelavant blogposts by deleting them.&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6518726747887529999-9055346523468465362?l=spammer95.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/feeds/9055346523468465362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6518726747887529999&amp;postID=9055346523468465362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/9055346523468465362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6518726747887529999/posts/default/9055346523468465362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spammer95.blogspot.com/2009/03/feels-so-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>----------</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06215396600228839744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
