<?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-7802232374399346454</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:18:47.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BlogInspector</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-3384816193763215238</id><published>2009-11-09T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:59:34.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back... LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello jellyfishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been so long since I've blogged...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's nothing to blog about anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Permeable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Platitudinous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Percolationous... LOL. I made this word up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's uber boring!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, let's end this post already. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Till next time again. I'm looking for things to blog about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hope the world really ends on 2012. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-3384816193763215238?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/3384816193763215238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-back-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3384816193763215238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3384816193763215238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-back-lol.html' title='It&apos;s back... LOL.'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-2670290035126796714</id><published>2009-10-02T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T02:41:31.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>skitta Bong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bang!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello! It's been like, ok, don't know how long since I blogged. Ok, I think it's been 1 week. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So much has happened. Prelim marks. Two more weeks to the Os. It's just too fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"The truth shalt speak for itself. The person that reveals it is it's cloak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ok, prelims. LOL. I only got what I wanted for DNT. An A1. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The rest? Just say that I didn't study well. If not, I'll get A2s or better. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;English - B4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maths - B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Science (P, C) - B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Humanities (Geog, S.S) - B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, for Singapore Idol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who do you think will win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, I think from the very first episode of Singapore Idol, you will probably know who will win the contest itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's not a guy. It's a girl. Guess who? It's Mae Sta Maria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I totally think she will win SG Idol '09. I personally feel that she has a great voice and she is indeed a talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember, vote for talent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ever since the special idol 13th show, the commercials and judges are saying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Basically, if they said that, you will know that they are trying to hint that the good looking ones are not talented. Why? Fans would basically vote for the idols with good looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. Enough for SG Idol. I just think that Mae would win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Thank you, thank you very much. Winks. LOL. And I won't be updating for like, sooooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;long... Exams coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-2670290035126796714?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/2670290035126796714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/10/skitta-bong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2670290035126796714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2670290035126796714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/10/skitta-bong.html' title='skitta Bong!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-4754534014542888568</id><published>2009-09-19T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T04:04:08.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all turning into garbage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello noids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Being too discreet is an exposure itself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, just some advice for some hyperactive junkies. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't brag too much. You'll turn senile."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Again, another piece of advice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you lie, your're actually telling the truth that you're lying."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oops. Another one. Let's see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"If flattery is a form of art, you'd be it's artist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Kicking others' balls won't get you anywhere. Just study hard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Giving false information is misleading. So pop goes to Devil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, about today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Went to Westmall for some DDRX fun. Luckily my skills are not rusty. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Saw some of the friends I made there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then went back to CWP's Timezone for some look-around. And guess what? It's turning into a wasteland. LOL. Seriously. The DDR machine is like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GONE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You want evidence? Here's some. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrS2WwH4OWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/yjxfPhhplC8/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383127956605909346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrS2WwH4OWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/yjxfPhhplC8/s320/DSC00660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See that space? It's where the machine used to be. AHHHHH! My legacy is gone! My high-scores! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrS2Vqt1tNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/wwe2JcQDgpc/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383127937974645970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrS2Vqt1tNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/wwe2JcQDgpc/s320/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello Bambi, how's you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrS2WU1TDkI/AAAAAAAAAME/kAd9m6LPDmw/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383127949280218690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrS2WU1TDkI/AAAAAAAAAME/kAd9m6LPDmw/s320/DSC00659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrS2WIV6LHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/aqdemkI6qeU/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383127945927339122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrS2WIV6LHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/aqdemkI6qeU/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Hyper! Bishi Bashi!" But some of the buttons are like spoilt. Aha. And feed those hungry cavemen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrS2XXpEZSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UoJvFCZhUJw/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383127967214101794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrS2XXpEZSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/UoJvFCZhUJw/s320/DSC00662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The people started to put bigger prizes like bars of dark chocolate and packets of cuttle fish into the Sweetland machine. If you're lucky you can even scoop up an egg. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anyways, after taking these photos, I continued to walk around Timezone for the fun of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Saw Leon. LOL and the case of the missing DDR machine is solved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He told me that the machine is actually on loan to the Suntec Games Covention. Like LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why would they even want to borrow a machine that is already half-spoilt when they can get better ones near the area? Bunch of weirdos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, it's the of another post. And I hope people can take into the advice I gave above. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you think lagging behind is a good thing, go get yourself upgraded."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-4754534014542888568?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/4754534014542888568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-all-turning-into-garbage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4754534014542888568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4754534014542888568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-all-turning-into-garbage.html' title='We&apos;re all turning into garbage.'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrS2WwH4OWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/yjxfPhhplC8/s72-c/DSC00660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-7333566405342729261</id><published>2009-09-17T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T04:02:32.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! Like finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello bells!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahahaha! Finally! Exams like Humanities and Science are over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"This is Project Runway" LOL. The famous Heidi Klum line. And today is the season premiere of the 6th season of P.R. Ahahaha! Great way to end a stressful Thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG. How can that Kanye West just go up on stage and interrupt Taylor Swift's speech? It's totally NOT NICE. Screw you Kanye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think it's because you didn't win any awards right Kanye? You're just jealous...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG (again). Lady Gaga! Love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me, Paparazzi..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very emotional when she sang that line. It sounded like she was going to cry. Totally powerful voice. LOVE IT. And the blood. Totally dramatic and awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I totally love this line of Lady Gaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Amidst all of these Flashing lights I pray the Fame won't take my Life..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's totally awesome. Just so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And her fashion at the MTV Awards, it's undescribable. I totally liked both of the following outfits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VERY AVANTE GARDE AND GAGA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrIT_AkI2MI/AAAAAAAAALU/OQ5tflEcXSo/s1600-h/lady+gaga+mtv+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382386477865425090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrIT_AkI2MI/AAAAAAAAALU/OQ5tflEcXSo/s320/lady+gaga+mtv+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrIT_iMPOhI/AAAAAAAAALc/DwtM1D1Hbgk/s1600-h/lady+gaga+mtv+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 230px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382386486891985426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrIT_iMPOhI/AAAAAAAAALc/DwtM1D1Hbgk/s320/lady+gaga+mtv+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrIUAkLz0DI/AAAAAAAAALs/dD1Qc4ktVqA/s1600-h/lady+gaga+mtv+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382386504606928946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrIUAkLz0DI/AAAAAAAAALs/dD1Qc4ktVqA/s320/lady+gaga+mtv+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She wore the red one when she was receiving her award. Thanking her family, God and the Gays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;LOL. Guess this is the end for today. Maybe I'll give tips to those hypocrite junkies on the next post... LOL (again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Lady Gaga, wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y do you keep making people like/love you more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-7333566405342729261?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/7333566405342729261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg-like-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/7333566405342729261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/7333566405342729261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg-like-finally.html' title='OMG! Like finally...'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SrIT_AkI2MI/AAAAAAAAALU/OQ5tflEcXSo/s72-c/lady+gaga+mtv+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-5250002104335987562</id><published>2009-09-14T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T01:18:52.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BONDING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bonding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG! What a great start to the Monday blues!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Social Studies prelims went totally well. Bonding came out la... LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its like a re-took my 'N' Levels again. Haha. Don't know why I love that topic like so much also... LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When that witch said turn over the paper, I immediately flipped it over and voila, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonding in Singapore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2a) Forces from external threats are the most important source of conflict. Do you agree? Explain your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; b) "Developing a common space is the most crucial measure to manage ethnic diversity in Singapore." Do you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. Then its like everything's in place already. I just needed to switch my brain to Bonding channel and vomit all the answers out for the essay. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, that's all for S.S.  For math, I think I am going to fail paper 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's this question, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kai Kai was driving along a road. If he travelled 100 metres, he would see a tree on his left. If he travelled 80 metres, he would see a tree on his right. How long does he have to travel to see 2 trees on both sides? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;LOL. I suggest you take a plane. It's fast, it's convenient and you can see all the trees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haha, its the end of another post. Until the next. Maybe I'll post something related to the&lt;/span&gt; news of the kids who think they'll revive as slayers to kill some demons or the Singapore Idol thing I read earlier on. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Whatev.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-5250002104335987562?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/5250002104335987562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/09/bonding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5250002104335987562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5250002104335987562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/09/bonding.html' title='BONDING!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-3077412819424431545</id><published>2009-09-11T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:36:09.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So sian... It's been two weeks since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to talk about also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming a piece of rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been studying S.S at home for the whole holiday week. Haha, good me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"What mix and match? I think I've become a Singapore flag lor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;According to the news I saw on TV like a few days ago, many teenagers are committing mass suicide. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I heard that a bunch of students ,who have nothing better to do, decided to end their lives for they think they have some supernatural power! OMG! Pity these noids. Like how stupid can they be? Who on earth told them that they may become some Superman or Wonderwoman after jumping from a HDB flat? Like come on... It's still the 7th month. I hope those kids are not wearing red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few lines from something I read a few days ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Devil's Good lil' Friends&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Too bad these are the friends you have,&lt;br /&gt;too bad you don't have us&lt;br /&gt;So pop goes the weasel,&lt;br /&gt;pop goes the devil.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Adapted from a nursery rhyme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;LOL. Very malicious but I like it. After hearing this I felt kinda annoyed. Don't know why also... Sounds creepy... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Pop goes the weasel, pop goes the devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-3077412819424431545?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/3077412819424431545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3077412819424431545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3077412819424431545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog...'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-4545455649235951331</id><published>2009-08-31T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T03:00:19.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teachers' Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello pickles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Teachers' Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went for Swensens with the whole class yesterday to celebrate Teachers' day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The whole class treated Mr. Tan and Mrs Wee to lunch and we finally found out why Mrs Wee wanted to shorten our names and find out our favourite colours: she made keychains of our names for us! Haha! Thank you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Spzv0-OZxoI/AAAAAAAAALM/DngmFnZqYH4/s1600-h/Ozzy+Keychain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376435748509173378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Spzv0-OZxoI/AAAAAAAAALM/DngmFnZqYH4/s320/Ozzy+Keychain.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The 'Ozzy' Keychain. Haha, thanks Mrs. Wee and Mr. Tan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Spzv0qoicHI/AAAAAAAAALE/pabnb-T8Vmo/s1600-h/Ozzy+Keychain+2..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376435743250083954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Spzv0qoicHI/AAAAAAAAALE/pabnb-T8Vmo/s320/Ozzy+Keychain+2..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It's Aces Day as well yesterday. So played Archery at school. Quite fun. Our group wanted to shoot that irritating glum-faced P.E teacher. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Spzv0I5bisI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kJTA5BwO5IM/s1600-h/512+at+Swensens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376435734194129602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Spzv0I5bisI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kJTA5BwO5IM/s320/512+at+Swensens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inside Swensens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Spzvzi8dmhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0vrJ0gO_jqI/s1600-h/512+outside+Swensens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376435724006300178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Spzvzi8dmhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0vrJ0gO_jqI/s320/512+outside+Swensens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Outside Swensens... LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After eating at Swensens, I went to the Virtualand at J8 with some of the 5.1.2s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;LOL. It's like the most boring Virtualand there ever is. Most of the machines there are like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Crane Games, Basketball, etc. All the boring things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways, yesterday's trip back from Bishan to Woodlands is like damn irritating la...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's this lady carrying her baby around. On top of that, it's like crying non-stop!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like it's possessed by a ghost or something. Damn noisy la...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I felt like stuffing it's mouth with capsicum topped with garlic paste. LOL. Evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't do my Sudoku! Can't concentrate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then finally the whole family alighted at Admiralty. Finally sio... Or my ears will bleed... LOL. Exaggerate a bit. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, just wanna wish all Teachers a Happy Teachers' Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. May you all enjoy years of happy teaching ahead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-4545455649235951331?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/4545455649235951331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-teachers-day_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4545455649235951331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4545455649235951331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-teachers-day_31.html' title='Happy Teachers&apos; Day!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Spzv0-OZxoI/AAAAAAAAALM/DngmFnZqYH4/s72-c/Ozzy+Keychain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-6059251097436090762</id><published>2009-08-28T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T03:41:18.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspaper and News Reporting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hellos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Haha! Luckily, for today's Oral, none of the lame, boring and undesrcibable topics came out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;In fact, one of my interest came out as the conversation question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have to say that today is double happiness. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Today morning's DNT common test was like OK. Some of the questions were already tested. Plus, the conversation topic was an interest! Ahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So you might be wondering, what's the topic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEWS REPORTING. (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Haha. It's sort of a favorite. There's so many things to say about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But of course, there are some things which I have forgotten to mention for the picture, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For the picture, I forgotten to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Infer the character's thought! (Damn it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Describe features properly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Oh, and did I mention it's a helicopter runway? Damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a picture of a pair pilots supporting an injured man. There's an Eurasian medic there to assist as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bla bla bla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First conversation topic: Would you like to take up news reporting as a career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer: (Like duh) It's so interesting! Dangerous as well! And one can see the world or an issue in different perspective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bla bla bla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Second conversation topic: Do you think fights around the world are bad? (Something like that...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My answer: Well, depending on the situation, it is both good and bad. Good because people fight for justice and for what is right. Bad because innocent people like children and civilians are victimised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;OMG! And I forgot to mention. I banged on the metal table when I sat down. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anyways, I'm just happy that the English Oral is over. Haha. And good luck 512! I'm sure everyone will pass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpeyRM3_LmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uK6nit0BsgY/s1600-h/Lady+gaga+newspaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374960688873549410" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpeyRM3_LmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uK6nit0BsgY/s320/Lady+gaga+newspaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpewPzve3nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1MW7hvb9jnM/s1600-h/newspaper+biker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374958465923866226" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpewPzve3nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1MW7hvb9jnM/s320/newspaper+biker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpewQ4Hs99I/AAAAAAAAAG8/m3OmsVNVFrw/s1600-h/newspaper!!!+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374958484279064530" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpewQ4Hs99I/AAAAAAAAAG8/m3OmsVNVFrw/s320/newspaper!!!+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpewQYLK93I/AAAAAAAAAG0/MnaeWfr_yVY/s1600-h/newspaper!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374958475703678834" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpewQYLK93I/AAAAAAAAAG0/MnaeWfr_yVY/s320/newspaper!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpeyRl9QH5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/wJLOF60ax9g/s1600-h/newspaper+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374960695606517650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpeyRl9QH5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/wJLOF60ax9g/s320/newspaper+again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpeyRyidKkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JYEJsaZjJcw/s1600-h/newspaper+outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374960698983787074" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpeyRyidKkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JYEJsaZjJcw/s320/newspaper+outfit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. I just love the news and the world. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Lady Gaga, of course. (I think this post is most probably dedicated to her and her newspaper outfit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOL. Sounds like English Oral again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-6059251097436090762?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/6059251097436090762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/newspaper-and-news-reporting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/6059251097436090762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/6059251097436090762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/newspaper-and-news-reporting.html' title='Newspaper and News Reporting!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpeyRM3_LmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uK6nit0BsgY/s72-c/Lady+gaga+newspaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-5619655464478540437</id><published>2009-08-27T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:54:46.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ORALISM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Greetings you yipees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG! It's English Oral tomorrow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Have been practicing ever since... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well it looks like my disctinction for English is pinned on oral tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Have to chat well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hope I don't get lame, boring and indescribable topics for conversation tomorrow. Hate those.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lame, boring and indescribable topics include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Elderly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Environment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate these topics! Ahhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So what are the topics I would like to be asked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Favorite genre of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Favorite singer (L.G.G of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Favorite subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and the list could go on and on... Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. Nothing more to blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think for my next post, I would blog about the previous episode of Crimewatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also, It's rumoured that ST has an STD. STD stands for S**w T*'s Destiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aha. Sad. Bad. Mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpZJe9UPQiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZsbADe_N9qw/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374564001517617698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpZJe9UPQiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZsbADe_N9qw/s320/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s Oral Bomb !?!&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/7802232374399346454-5619655464478540437?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/5619655464478540437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/oralism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5619655464478540437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5619655464478540437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/oralism.html' title='ORALISM'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SpZJe9UPQiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZsbADe_N9qw/s72-c/DSC00172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-6896056981660090427</id><published>2009-08-20T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T02:13:21.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Greetings noid. There's nothing much to post about this week. Busy all the time. But managed to avoid today's remedial to post first and then study for tomorrow's Physics test. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND WE SHALL WAGE REBELLION AGAINST THE DING-DONG WICKED WITCH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tomorrow as well. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have been trying to do some Origami lately for fun. It's like there's nothing else better on Earth to do already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The 'O's are reaching. In like 1 or 2 months time? Avoid them like the plaque everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's really damn boring. Every week is the same thing, repeating itself in some endless cycle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And after the 'O's, it's paradise. Well not quite. Whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's so boring. Nothing to do. Nothing to post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok. It's the end of a few lame and uninteresting line of red and blue words. Some in bold some in original form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/So0S27ONW0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/_z7s97b-u94/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371970665342393154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/So0S27ONW0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/_z7s97b-u94/s320/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. &lt;strong&gt;Counting down in progress.&lt;/strong&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/7802232374399346454-6896056981660090427?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/6896056981660090427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/hellos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/6896056981660090427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/6896056981660090427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/hellos.html' title='Hellos'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/So0S27ONW0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/_z7s97b-u94/s72-c/DSC00159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-8400291002572055567</id><published>2009-08-15T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:07:01.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh eh, there's nothing else I can say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello. I almost forgot to post for this week! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been totally busy at school for the whole week. Rushing the DNT stuff, got greedy and took like 3 to 5 Math Practice paper etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a walk with the Jolly People at the [Forest]. Haha, I just put the brackets for fun. To remind me that it is that [Forest]. I think we've been walking in that forest for the past few weeks. Exercising is indeed fun and scary... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Mr. Old at the ending if the [Forest]. LOL. Told us about the 3rd encounter bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like "The story of us it always starts the same, ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, made parodies of Lady Gaga's songs with the Cas. For the fun of it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Half-bimbotic, sick retarded. Got my IC, it's blue in colour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The story of us it always starts the same, with a spoon in your mouth and your hand on your crotch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me, Tongkat, Tongkat Ali"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brain, Brain! Doing it for the Brain, Brain! We're gonna live the life of the old and useless!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I'm so sorry Lady Gaga! Please forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cas... You should know who these lyrics are dedicated to... LOLs (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. ...I'm obsessively opposed to the typical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-8400291002572055567?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/8400291002572055567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-eh-theres-nothing-else-i-can-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/8400291002572055567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/8400291002572055567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-eh-theres-nothing-else-i-can-say.html' title='Eh eh, there&apos;s nothing else I can say'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-1660513778335745783</id><published>2009-08-10T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:46:54.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that a Ghost or what? LOL. Its like Apa Sio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG. The creepiest thing just happened like yesterday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I doubt you will believe me but I just had to blog about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We had a 'Third Encounter'. The paranormal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes. The Jolly people. Total power: 7 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We were just going to the forest behind Admiralty park to play 'Alice In Wonderland'. It's just a very cruel game where we will bring some 'people' into the dark forest and ditch them there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's about 10 plus. We entered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At the first junction, everyone were told to gather at the bridge before the real ditching began. 'Alice' was given 3 directions to choose from. We told her 3 since there were three road splits. 2 leading further into the forest while the last one was the exit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She chose "Straight". But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO ONE was going there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then, as everyone headed to hide at the bridge, she entered. We told her that after she was no longer in sight, we would chase her. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Being nice people, we didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As 'Alice' ventured deeper, we could see a light shining onto the ground. Like its her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Afterwards, we ran off to the bridge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As we gathered at the bridge and was about to go, The Madhatter said she saw a person cycling. But as we walked towards the exit, the cyclist was gone. In a flash. Creepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As we neared the entrance of the forest, the cyclist appeared again. This time with 'Alice'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strange. A Jolly Person which misinterpreted the instruction ran out of the forest before assembling. Plus, he said he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;saw a cyclist behind, riding up to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally, everyone was shocked. The game ended like duh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then we followed Mr Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the cyclist, into the forest again. He said he was looking for a lady with long hair, have the smell of jasmine and wore white. LOL. Really ok. He also told us why this forest existed and bla bla bla. They also claim that riding a bike there will attract pontianaks. She'll just sit behind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. I will never forget that day. It's damn creepy, it's just that I don't want to elaborate more only. You'll find the entire logic behind this incident completely illogical if I did. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SoAkC1kvMUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jErpD6RIU6M/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368330386985136450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SoAkC1kvMUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jErpD6RIU6M/s320/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Can I hitch a ride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. It's the Seventh Month by the way. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-1660513778335745783?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/1660513778335745783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-that-ghost-or-what-lol-its-like-apa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/1660513778335745783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/1660513778335745783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-that-ghost-or-what-lol-its-like-apa.html' title='Is that a Ghost or what? LOL. Its like Apa Sio?'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SoAkC1kvMUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jErpD6RIU6M/s72-c/DSC00167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-9007994988240841788</id><published>2009-08-06T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:43:12.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week... Sorta glam...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello boo boos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I feel that this week is kinda fast. It's like gonna be Friday in a blink of an eye. Quick isn't it? And there is still V.A Programme on Friday! OMG! Can you believe it? It's like a half-day and they purposely asked us to stay back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, not much have happened this week. Except the Humanities teacher didn't come for like 2 or 3 lessons. So you might think what the big deal is? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He asked us to carry like the 1kg Geography textbook and he didn't turn up! Like hello! Somemore I saw him at the station this Monday. Like what happened? You got the flu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, enough about school. Back to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last week, I went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[Forest of the Secret Romping Session]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with some of the Jolly People. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I heard from people that couples go there and make out. Is it true or is it not? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Unfortunately,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that myth cannot be proven until I actually see it with my own eyes and snap some evidence back. Haha, I'm such an intrusive inspector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also, I snapped some pictures of [light sources] in negative. So I'd post them up here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Snq3GsluDCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cZ6-fTH22iE/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366803231641832482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Snq3GsluDCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cZ6-fTH22iE/s320/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Imagine you are being sucked into a black hole. Clueless about what is going to happen to you, you just stared blankly at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Snq3G6SPIKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3MRHOrsZRZQ/s1600-h/DSC00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366803235318210722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Snq3G6SPIKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3MRHOrsZRZQ/s320/DSC00090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Strange enough, you appear at some place. Hostile it seems. Light shone on you but you know for sure it is not the Sun's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Snq3HbbbmdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/H8Ud9m-Lans/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366803244215146962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Snq3HbbbmdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/H8Ud9m-Lans/s320/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You think and hoped that all this is just a nightmare. You shut your eyes. But instead, the environment twisted. It spun at a rapid pace. You faint at it's sight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Snq3HjcPv1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/_vke4cnYDFQ/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366803246366048082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Snq3HjcPv1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/_vke4cnYDFQ/s320/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;As you regained conciousness, you see circles hovering over you. They seem to be observing you like eyes. Looking at your every movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Snq3H8yY4MI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mJaklG-EFdI/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366803253169807554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Snq3H8yY4MI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mJaklG-EFdI/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Finally, the array of eerie two-dimensional spheres cleared. They formed a more 'friendlier' image of where you are. You wandered around, flabbergastedly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. LOL. Nothing to do. So posted these pictures and told a short story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-9007994988240841788?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/9007994988240841788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-week-sorta-glam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/9007994988240841788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/9007994988240841788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-week-sorta-glam.html' title='This week... Sorta glam...?'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Snq3GsluDCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cZ6-fTH22iE/s72-c/DSC00131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-3836679556664296237</id><published>2009-07-31T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T02:54:13.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Random™ Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question: Why do some people like to call places like Orchard Road, Bugis, etc, town?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I'm not sure why. But I pondered over that question before. I mean, in my own definition, a city is like more developed than town areas like Woodlands, Marsiling or Yishun, have high buildings, hotels, plenty of shopping centers and etc. Then why do people still call city areas, town?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here's a definition of what a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;city&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. the City - the major metropolitan center of a region; downtown: e.g I'm going to the City to buy clothes and see a show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. a large or important town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, there's even an example sentence for people to read. LOL. But you see the first definition. It says downtown and of a major metropolitan center of a region. Not just town. And the second one says a city is a large or important town NOT just a town. So you say that Orchard road is either downtown or a city. NOT TOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here's a definition of what a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. a thickly populated area, usually smaller than a city and larger than a village, having fixed boundaries and certain local powers of government.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. a densely populated area of considerable size, as a city or borough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, the first one compares a town to a city but it is smaller. It then is compared to a village but it is larger. Thus, one cannot say that Orchard Road or Bugis etc, is called a TOWN. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is like calling a female cow a bull. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. I simply love to exaggerate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I really do wonder why teenagers nowadays like to call those places town. Shouldn't they be saying downtown or city?&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then if Orchard Road is called town, would places like Yishun, Yio Chu Kang or even Ang Mo Kio be called city? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But of course, I being myself, would not call those places town when I want to visit them. I would just simply say their names. Why cause the shame if you think the other way? LOLs. Nevermind... Someday then... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So in conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, why do people nowadays like to call places like Orchard Road, Bugis, etc, town? Simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. They are not sure what is the difference between a town and city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. They get influenced by other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. They simply call it what other people do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. They are lazy to say downtown and thus say town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or simply whatever reasons you could think of. But please, ponder over it. LOL. I'm not like trying to start a conundrum or anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. LOL. I'm like answering in an S.S format! Eeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-3836679556664296237?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/3836679556664296237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/todays-random-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3836679556664296237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3836679556664296237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/todays-random-question.html' title='Today&apos;s Random™ Question'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-6884808904497039075</id><published>2009-07-30T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T04:33:51.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so Thanks to everyone for this Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello DOODADS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thank you everyone! The 512 people, the jolly people and the people from the Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The 512 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Of course... These people at school... Thank you!!! For giving me that 'surprise'... LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ahahahas! But anyway, thank you all for making the previous and this week great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Totally love it! Even though of the VA and all the boringo lessons, you all had the strange ability to make it lively. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Jolly People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;In case you are wondering who the Jolly people are, they are the people living around the neighbourhood! LOL. Not some nut heads going around acting mad! Hahas. Thank these people for the Happy Birthday SMSs. Brighten up my day. ^0^ And unlike some people at home... So irritating... Argue with me on my birthday somemore... STUpid bunch of noids... LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The people from the Rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Obviously these people are not from under a rock. LOL. They're from the Woodlands Evangelical Free Church. Yup, thanks you all for celebrating with and for me! And totally thanks for the treat at Swensens. Even though everyone only meets once in a while. So, I totally appreciate it! Thank you'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yup. And this is the end of another post. Just wanna thank everyone for these 2 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Thanks again! See everyone soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-6884808904497039075?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/6884808904497039075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-thanks-to-everyone-for-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/6884808904497039075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/6884808904497039075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-thanks-to-everyone-for-this-week.html' title='so Thanks to everyone for this Week!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-2704870503683514242</id><published>2009-07-23T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T04:36:26.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello... Thanks 512!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello fuyas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;How's everyone? Fun-tastic? LOL. Learnt it from some motivator in today's workshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And this first one I feel that it's average. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I felt that the first 2 motivators were better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The first one was some guy named Danny. He is totally hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The second one is a bit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fierce looking. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Like a lion. LOL. It's a guy named Woei Tang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, the last motivator of the day was an energetic yet self proclaimed 'crazy' lady named Pamela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;LOL. Don't know how she remains so energetic after like 10 hours of standing up and talking non-stop... Or maybe she has like a radiator device attached to her, sucking our energy as she moves. LOL. The last part was totally boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I already switched off at about 4:20 or 30 when the whole talk was supposed to end at 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She delayed like 15 minutes of our time! 15! LOL. Maybe I'm exaggerating but really, we was like totally tired and 15 more minutes of crap-talk and we could just doze off into lalaland already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally, I wanna thank the 512 noids for giving me a 'surprise' I don't seem to be surprised about. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Haha. They gave me an advanced birthday treat. Yeah so I thank them all totally! All the 16 of them ordered pizza. By the way, they thought I would be surprised. But some whispers and talk-a-alots let the cat out of the bag. So, ta-dah! A class with only 17 people, don't expect secrets to be kept for too long, not even 2 days! Ahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SmhKMMnPSRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wQYrAZMFsEo/s1600-h/The+5.1.2s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361616929789266194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SmhKMMnPSRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wQYrAZMFsEo/s320/The+5.1.2s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Haha, thanks alot 512 people. Totally appreciate it!&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/7802232374399346454-2704870503683514242?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/2704870503683514242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-thanks-512.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2704870503683514242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2704870503683514242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-thanks-512.html' title='Hello... Thanks 512!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SmhKMMnPSRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wQYrAZMFsEo/s72-c/The+5.1.2s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-6772657060333212370</id><published>2009-07-18T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:29:48.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Hello beanos. Hows everyone today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, I must say that the world (Singapore only. Haha.) is getting stranger in every aspects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Why? As I was returning back to Woodlands from Westmall today with the jolly people, we saw a series of strange events. And some of them include people who either had crazy attitude or a hay-wired sense of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. On the MRT back to Woodlands, we were being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STARED &lt;/span&gt;at by 2 bozo bitches. They kept staring at us like all the way to Kranji. And I was like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PISSED OFF &lt;/span&gt;by those 2. Who do they think they are? I mean, why are they staring at us in the first place? Are they the paparazzi? Or some shit ass dog stalker? And one kept rolling her eyes at me because I was staring at her for quite a while after I found out she was staring at us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURSE THEM TILL THEIR EYES POP OUT AND MAY THEY BLEED TO DEATH. FREAK THEM!!!&lt;/span&gt; I was like cursing them after they alighted at Kranji. What's more, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OTHER PEOPLE KEPT STARING AT US AFTERWARDS. THANK GOODNESS THERE WAS A PRIORITY SEAT AVAILABLE. OR I WOULD BECOME GOOGLE-EYED. &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, reached back to Woodlands safely. LOL. No casualties onboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As we exited the train, a lady dropped her pouch into the train tracks. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG. &lt;/span&gt;The pouch just slided into the tracks for like no reason! So sad for her. But I guess she managed to retrieve it. That is after she approached an MRT staff. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT JUMPING DOWN INTO THE TRACKS AND HAND PICK IT UP OF COURSE. DUH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Afterwards, we went down the stairs as the escalators were under maintainance. What's so amusing? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An old uncle with a rather 'fiery' attitude. &lt;/span&gt;What did he do? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since he was holding a plastic bag with a newspaper inside, he was punching it for no sane reason, FIERCELY. &lt;/span&gt;Weird right? And we were like at the back talking about him. Strange old man. Let's leave him alone before he puches us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. So finally reached Woodlands safely. After we got out, there's this like foreign person. It's a man for your info. His fashion sense is like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW. HE WAS DRESSED LIKE A PLAYBOY MODEL GIRL. &lt;/span&gt;Sexy. LOL. But one look at him and you'd puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL. Today's adventure's moral: Sinagpore is getting weirder so better buckle up before something happens to you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. The world is getting stranger. So hold onto something like a discostick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-6772657060333212370?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/6772657060333212370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-beanos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/6772657060333212370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/6772657060333212370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-beanos.html' title=''/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-5564504033284656540</id><published>2009-07-17T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T03:03:14.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another bozo week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello meanders. How's everyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;O' Level Mother Tongue Oral &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this Thursday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Very annoying. I uber screwed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why? Because &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I used &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to answer most of the questions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Totally don't know how to read the passage as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I looked at the passage during the waiting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I saw coffee shop in chinese in the passage but I thought it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Curry shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever... It was about time I went into the exam room...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I saw the 2 examiners that everyone was gossiping about. I heard from the others they were very 'guai lan'. Meaning very annoying or just a bunch of shameless bitches. I thought they weren't so bad until I entered the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Idiotic people... They said I don't look like a Chinese person... (I somehow seem to agree... haha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I entered and they said that I don't look like a Chinese. They also asked if my parents etc are chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, I don't mind but more insults came during the Conversation part. Anyways, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;back to the oral. There were so many words which I don't know how to read! What's the solution? Shen mer shen mer shen mer lor. Or bla bla bla bla... Seriously. I said that for the oral...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next is the Conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Question: Other than English and Mother Tongue, which other language would you like to learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My answer: German&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Why? I had interest for that. I even borrowed a book on it to learn but being a person that will find the subject dry after a few days, I gave it up eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what were the responses from the skinny bimbo examiner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Since your mother tongue is already so weak, why do you even bother to learn another language?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF. So? At least it interests me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese is like so DIFFICULT to learn and once you don't have the foundations and basics, you are sure to lose it. LOL. True. So I've decided to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relinquish &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it like long time ago. I don't care. Whatever. So, left the school at about 5. Discussed about what we said during the oral. Some said they wanted to learn Korean, some Japanese while others simply don't want to learn anything... Whatever it is, at least it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And after next week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother Tongue would be out of my life! Hahahahahaha! You suck Mother Tongue! Off with you already! Go! Shoo! Boo! Pizz Off! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok enough. I sound like a mad person whose trying to eradicate the world of Mother Tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also, our dearest friend, Caslyn, would be moving off to Punggol and back again to Woodlands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I wish you all the best on your way, eh eh. There's nothing else I can say." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;LOL. Anyway, that's the end of this post. And next week I guess I won't be posting at all since there's the lame motivational workshop. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.s. Eh eh. There's nothing else I can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-5564504033284656540?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/5564504033284656540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-bozo-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5564504033284656540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5564504033284656540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-bozo-week.html' title='Another bozo week...'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-5075273073387280931</id><published>2009-07-10T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:27:23.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Thursdays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. Don't know why I hate Thursdays and like Mondays. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello baboons. Hows everyone? Fine? Great? Superb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, this Thursday sucked. The stupid humanities teacher (a.k.a The Discipline Master :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sent me home as I had flu. Ok. That's perfectly fine as I felt lathergic anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the thing I hated was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUMB FRECKLED FACED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; woman at the sick bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. She talk like never talk like that. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upon arrival at the sick bay and a few minutes later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: So now what? Call my parents? My parents working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DFF: Call grand parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: "I wanted to say this but I didn't: DIE AREADY LA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A while later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DFF: You want tissue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: "No response..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Afterwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I took out my own tissue to sneeze. So I had to remove the stupid face mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guess what she said? Put it back on. LOL. Then how? Sneeze inside the mask? DUMB...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's like who will wear a face mask when they're sneezing and let all the disgusting mucus pollute and drip onto your mouth? Nobody!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By the way, the face mask sucks! It's like&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;suffocating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me and I might as well take corks and plug my nose with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So my father came and brought me home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slept like a log from 10am to about 5pm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ate and slept at 7 plus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Woke up this morning with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIRACULOUS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;recovery from the flu bug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. Nothing else I can say. Till then or when something happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bye boons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. It's like who will wear a face mask when they're sneezing and let all the disgusting mucus pollute and drip onto your mouth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-5075273073387280931?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/5075273073387280931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/boring-thursdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5075273073387280931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5075273073387280931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/boring-thursdays.html' title='Boring Thursdays...'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-2852589030184233324</id><published>2009-07-06T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:36:03.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellos again... FIERCE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SlHTOaDVh5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gx4kxhMoPMk/s1600-h/KOA+-+Alice+in+Wonderland+-+BanYa+productions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355293676385175442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SlHTOaDVh5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gx4kxhMoPMk/s320/KOA+-+Alice+in+Wonderland+-+BanYa+productions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. Suddenly liked this image... Maybe because of the colour and the poker theme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO! WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO THE WORLD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hello... Here I am, posting again on Youth day, much thanks to Luciferia for letting me use com... LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What's going on with everyone???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Is the void deck such a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAGICAL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;place to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;can we seriously do there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVEN'T &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;you seen my previous post's header?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Or has everyone suddenly grown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CATARACTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; THE MOOD IS GONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why? I don't want to go down there and do nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why? There is nothing to do down there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why? I don't wish to be insulted by annoying people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's like everything went haywired after last night. And you people still want to go down there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What for? Play? What can you play when the bitch and police comes down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And why did the Void Deck™ become such a wonderous magical place after the works are done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Has everyone started to worship it? NO!?! You play on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's school tomorrow? Hello, you know? School?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why why why why?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOLs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I know that place holds everyone's memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We all treasure it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But are you going down there (and play) for like, the rest of your much meaningful lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;It's like there's so much more to do other then going down to the Void Deck™...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And I totally feel insulted by both the Fat old bitch and the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fat Bitch: I feel paisei in telling you people to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Police: Are you going to spend the rest of your lives at the void deck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I personally feel that Causeway point is much better than anywhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You might find that going there everyday is a bit boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But do you not find going to the Void Deck™ boring as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;THINK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. I felt like ranting this out and I think I'm wrong. But read first then ponder. You might, however, find some sense in this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To: The Great Friends. LOL. Just read this la...&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/7802232374399346454-2852589030184233324?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/2852589030184233324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/hellos-again-fierce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2852589030184233324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2852589030184233324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/hellos-again-fierce.html' title='Hellos again... FIERCE!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SlHTOaDVh5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gx4kxhMoPMk/s72-c/KOA+-+Alice+in+Wonderland+-+BanYa+productions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-4188480763507945562</id><published>2009-07-05T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:11:07.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mood's gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Curse that damn Fat auntie, whose been wondering around these area for like who knows how long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello people. Since today's Youth day, so maybe there's a chance to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So what happened yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Started off well until we saw that bitch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She says that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) We are noisy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What the hell? It's only like 7 or 8...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) She is embarrassed in seeing us all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then? If you think so, you should be ashamed of yourself more! Why? You call the police so many times a day and you think it's normal? Fuck off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Even malay teenagers go home earlier than us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So? What's the big fuck? You trying to be racist is it? Comparing us to malays... Piss off la ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In conclusion... &lt;strong&gt;WTF!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok... Enough of that... She walked off, calling the police as usual. Says that a bunch of teenagers playing 'games', causing noise. LOL. Please, I was just sitting there ok? What did I do???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                   &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK FAT AUNTIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think 2 other people called the police as the others were like screaming and shouting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When the 'games' ended, 2 policemen came... Fuck!!! Recorded our ICs... Blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOWEVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                           &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The show only started when the whore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;          Chua Sihwee, was brought down by her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unlucky for her... But I don't care! Ahahaha! There's nothing else I can say... Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Starting is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- The whore went to a guy's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- She doesn't want to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- The guy has no other choice but to get help from another friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Both guys gave her $50 to take a cab home and return the remainder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Instead, the whore used the money to buy a SIM card and to spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Back to the context...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Her parents came down at the wrong time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- The Father confronted Aiwei for the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- He found out that the whore was actuually lying about something (I guess it's the guy thing and money problem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- He then lost it and slapped her X number of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Both parents are now thinking if they should send her to the Girls' home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHA! Unlucky and sly bitch! You totally deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANYWAYS, what I am more focused on is the Fat auntie. LOL. She's so old already she should just DIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why is she such a busybody?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. The mood is gone already... Thanks to that bloody old pack of lard! FUCK HER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-4188480763507945562?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/4188480763507945562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/moods-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4188480763507945562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4188480763507945562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/moods-gone.html' title='The Mood&apos;s gone...'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-679379668513617228</id><published>2009-07-03T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:27:27.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week's 'marvelous'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello nutheads. Greetings. Long time since I posted. How's school for all of you this week? Is it fun? LOLs. Who cares? As long as you have a hecking awesome time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, this week is like a hurricane came and gone, and unloaded tons of homework on us. Due to the so called 'Value added' programme the school has organised for the entire Sec5 cohort, it looks like we will be staying in school till 5 plus everyday. Yes, from Monday all the freaking way to Friday. Come on, if it's really useful, I won't be posting about it or even add rabbit ears for the "Value added".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also, I had an average temperature of 34 ~ 35 point something everyday. Don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The teacher taught I practised voodoo or drank blood from someone. LOLs. When it's warmer. my temperature would rise up to about 36.1 or 2. Don't know why also. I think I have an internal cooling system inside my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By the way, today's English VA programme was fun. Someone in the class totally made a joke out of himself by arguing with the teacher. Plus, his English isn't that good so yea... He made a fool out of himself. Bleh, it's not me for sure. My English as the teacher said, is of high level. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;How would I describe this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess it's a "Just Dance! Gonna be okay! Da da doo doo! Just Dance! Spin that record babe! Da da doo doo!" week. LOLs. Long way to describe a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Why this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't know. Maybe cause I find it fast? It's like Monday and suddenly it's Friday already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also throughout the week, many people are still upset over the death of the King Of Pop, Miachael Jackson. Yea. Sad. Very sad. It's like a huge part of the music industry got wiped out or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, it's the end of this post. Next time. By the way, can someone tell me who Annomynous Coward and masmos is? It's this 2 people who made a comment in my cbox. So if you people know just leave a comment or something. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. I'm a "Just Dance! Gonna be okay! Da da doo doo! Just Dance! Spin that record babe! Da da doo doo!" kind of person. LOLs. Carefree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-679379668513617228?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/679379668513617228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-weeks-marvelous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/679379668513617228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/679379668513617228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-weeks-marvelous.html' title='This week&apos;s &apos;marvelous&apos;'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-5560455388218467069</id><published>2009-06-26T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:27:45.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Boring Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello. Just hello. Very sian even though it's a Fri-de-di-de-day! Everyone seems to be doing lame stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Some doing homework, which apparently seems undone ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;en though there's so much time given.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Some watching shows that had scenes with people eating dog poop.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Some working at fast food outlets, preparing to retire already.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Some taking care of little rodents, maybe breast-feeding them by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me? I wish I can just snooze around like the 2 fat cats at home. But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hyper. Got lots of energy after sleeping 3 times this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I heard on radio that the King Of Pop, Micheal Jackson, died yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It's very sad as he's preparing for a comeback concert.&lt;br /&gt;He suffered from a cardiac arrest and paramedics failed to revive him.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad. Very. But his wonderful music will live on forever in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And he will forever be remembered as The King Of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SkSF91xvUjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAm4fcOem_E/s1600-h/afp_michaeljackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SkSF91xvUjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAm4fcOem_E/s320/afp_michaeljackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351549554677207602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;p.s. Just sad... Just so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-5560455388218467069?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/5560455388218467069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-boring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5560455388218467069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5560455388218467069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-boring-day.html' title='Another Boring Day.'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SkSF91xvUjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAm4fcOem_E/s72-c/afp_michaeljackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-1201532218828584444</id><published>2009-06-24T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:28:56.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Random™ Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is there to write today? Maybe some lame stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thou we Seek shalt pour Unto us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like Rain from the Heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thou we Seek shalt shine Unto us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like Light being Exposed onto the Surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thou we Seek shalt flow Unto us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like an Ever-flowing River, eroding Rocks on it's way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thou we Seek shalt blind ye Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Afterwards, these Star-strudded pupils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shall see more than what Meets them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thou is de Fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like an Adventure that has Never been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;or shalt never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. If we manage to expose him. Then, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Sophistication comes from whatever that has it.&lt;whatever&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-1201532218828584444?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/1201532218828584444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-random-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/1201532218828584444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/1201532218828584444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-random-stuff.html' title='Today&apos;s Random™ Stuff'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-3411897542738739517</id><published>2009-06-23T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:04:15.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Report!: Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPECIAL REPORT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;May ye Downfall be my Pleasure. Thy who shalt be Exposed liketh Lighth unto Our many Faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Thy Fame we Seek shalt pour on us like Cascading Water if ye are Exposed to thy Media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Like Runnin' Windth, we race ourselves to Break ye many Facades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tuesday, 23 Jun 09. Part One of Special Report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello people. You should now have heard of the country's infamous pervert. He who calls himself, the SGNottiboy. If you haven't, you simply suck. Anyway, here's the info: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. He's some sick pervert who preys on innocent young girls. Yes, even those in primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2. I guess he's about 30+ of age? You can tell from the photos below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3. He has a blog since who knows when. &lt;a href="http://sg-nottiboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sg-nottiboy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Go view it with caution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, that's enough about him. The thought of him makes people nauseate and develop headaches. But that's what we have gone through on this mission: to expose him. Started on Tuesday, 23-Jun-09, at around 2 plus. We were just lucky he was online on MSN. If not none of this would have come into our heads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And these are some pictures we took of SGNottiboy with LS's WebCam. Not sure if these are the real pictures of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SkCByaVV6EI/AAAAAAAAAEc/y0L-H4SLT9w/s1600-h/2009-06-23+14-37-45.634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350419060378429506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SkCByaVV6EI/AAAAAAAAAEc/y0L-H4SLT9w/s320/2009-06-23+14-37-45.634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SkCByIF_jhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Mkkery07gpw/s1600-h/2009-06-23+14-37-40.118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350419055482211858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SkCByIF_jhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Mkkery07gpw/s320/2009-06-23+14-37-40.118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SkCByKkz0nI/AAAAAAAAAEM/y8Hp4Gr4mLY/s1600-h/2009-06-23+14-35-42.646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350419056148337266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SkCByKkz0nI/AAAAAAAAAEM/y8Hp4Gr4mLY/s320/2009-06-23+14-35-42.646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SkCBxxL4k4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/MC1rRIU4hno/s1600-h/2009-06-23+14-35-09.095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350419049332904834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SkCBxxL4k4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/MC1rRIU4hno/s320/2009-06-23+14-35-09.095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And it is rather disturbing to see him with young girls. Who knows what these pictures could tell us? What happens afterwards the photographing? God have pity on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, I was reading through those sick dialogues of his, trying to decipher everything and to make a full blown attack on him. LOL. I'm sounding like some sophisticated piece of shit. Anyway, the plan is to trick him into believing we are actually interested in him and making him come out to meet us. He claimed he lives in Woodlands, which I doubt. How we found out? Through MSN of course... We even had like half an hour of conversation with him. Trying to uncover some skeletons in his closets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We deployed the old Me-working-in-Macdonald's trick and used some picture from the Internet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;to lure him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;out. But it is until tomorrow that we can put our plan into action.&lt;/span&gt; Also, after reading some of his dialogues, I found that he is charging people. For what? Lessons on how to be some great sex magnet. LOL. Please... who makes business this way? You might as well go sell fried bananas... Some were more disgusting: claiming he strokes himself for 17 times a day. Woah... He sure has alot of things going on down there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anyway, that's it for part one. We'll have to carry out the mission when we have gathered enough information and have come up with a really good plan to expose the pervert.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So keep reading for part two of this mission, which I apparantly don't know when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Scabalang Boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-3411897542738739517?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/3411897542738739517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-your-downfall-be-my-pleasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3411897542738739517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3411897542738739517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-your-downfall-be-my-pleasure.html' title='Special Report!: Part One'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SkCByaVV6EI/AAAAAAAAAEc/y0L-H4SLT9w/s72-c/2009-06-23+14-37-45.634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-8360293466870240379</id><published>2009-06-22T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:11:32.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One-Eyed-Dragon. WOW?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello mollusks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This post is in response to last Sunday's ,21 Jun 09, episode of CrimeWatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;As the title says, it's about the One Eyed Dragon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What happened?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The whole thing started when the One Eyed Dragon (OED or Tan Chor Jin) went to some debt collector's house in the morning. Threatened to shoot the daughter. And he was very rude okay? When OED saw the daughter, who was about Secondary 3 or 4, he just shouted "Oey! Get up!" Very rude lo. He can just ask politely if he wanted to enter the house to kill someone or steal something. Then blah blah blah. Went into the victim's house and gave him 6 bullets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I mean, if you did watch that episode, you could have seen that the daughter was completely stupid... When the man &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;entered&lt;/span&gt;, she could have just slammed the door on him. Don't care if he's holding a gun or something... Just do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After the shooting part, the daughter and maid were interviewed to give account of the accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND BOTH THE DAUGHTER AND MAID'S ENGLISH SUCKED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Daughter : "...the man's right eye was SPOILT..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid : "...the man had A abnormal right eye..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Come on... we know that an eye can't be described as SPOILT. (Or can it?) And it is AN abnormal eye... Not a abnormal eye. Please... The A E I O U rule?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also, the maid was so specific as if she was a compass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maid : "... the man was holding a gun in his left hand..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like hello... Who cares which hand he held the gun with?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When asked how many shotS &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; heard... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maid : "... I don't know but there was more than one shot..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello. Like the police don't know there was more than one shot! He already asked how many shotS she heard... LOL. Send her back to Phillipines la... She's just giving a crap load of worthless information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's also this part &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; it shows a reporter on news telling people to look out for the OED, the reporter also looks like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; had an abnormal eye. LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The OED robbed the family because he had some money problems. Owe money to some gambling thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The OED is also a very troublesome person to work with. Why? The episode also featured one of his friend (that is stupid as to not know what the OED was doing), that drove him around the victim's house area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1st round: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Victim's house. But the victim managed to drive OED away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2nd round: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Victim's house again. This time the whole family was sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3rd round: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some river near Serangoon. This time it was after he shot the victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why go to some dirty and murky river? It's where OED hid his guns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The police managed to brainwash two persons to dive around the river to look for the gun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eeew. It's dirty drain water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, back to the OED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL. He was like partying away at some hotel room with a bunch of people, waiting for his fake passport. Then, some officer in disguise as some waiter brought 6 plates of chicken rice to his room. Yum... Anyway, enjoy your last meal you pa jiao bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At night when the OED and his prostitute were sleeping, the police managed to sneak in and arrest him completely on surprise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL, the funny is when the OED was pinned down on the bed to get hand-cuffed, he made a sound that apparantly sounds like he got butt-fucked by the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blah, blah, blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On to the police interview scene, the OED said that he shot the victim, Lim Hock Soon, out of self defence. LOL. Please, what kind of stupid excuse is that? And if you did watch the part where he shot the Lim Hock Soon, it looks like the OED was making him dance. (Just dance! Gonna be ok. Da da doo doo =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He even continue to shoot him after he delievered the final blow on his right temple. Waste bullets only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Verdict: The OED or Tan Chor Jin was sentenced to death and to hang by the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frankly speaking, the fake OED that appeared on TV is better looking than the real one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Just dance gonna be okay! Da da doo doo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just dance! Spin that record babe! Da da doo doo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-8360293466870240379?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/8360293466870240379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-eyed-dragon-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/8360293466870240379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/8360293466870240379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-eyed-dragon-wow.html' title='The One-Eyed-Dragon. WOW?'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-8648692306307322599</id><published>2009-06-21T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:18:44.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Random™ Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello renegades. Today's Random™ thing is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After MCR (My Closet's Removal), we have the Bare Parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(This is not an insult but just for laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Sj8TnQY4nKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AOknMH7aByw/s1600-h/5000naked-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350016447474605218" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Sj8TnQY4nKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AOknMH7aByw/s320/5000naked-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. We'll carry on. We'll carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-8648692306307322599?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/8648692306307322599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-random-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/8648692306307322599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/8648692306307322599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-random-thing.html' title='Today&apos;s Random™ Thing'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/Sj8TnQY4nKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AOknMH7aByw/s72-c/5000naked-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-3263986928406600173</id><published>2009-06-20T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:46:46.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Random™ Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;LOL. What is the true definition of LOL? Well that depends on whose mouth it comes out from.&lt;br /&gt;If you heard LOL from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;a typical Mapler&lt;/span&gt; - it would probably mean Laugh Out Loud to express some lame feelings or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;an Ah Lian&lt;/span&gt; - it means that she can actually use a computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;a 60 ~ 70 year old man&lt;/span&gt; - it means that he Likes Old Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;a drunk person&lt;/span&gt; - he's trying to say Living On Liquor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I can't think of any other things but what about LMAO?&lt;br /&gt;If you heard it from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;a sex maniac&lt;/span&gt; - he's using a short form for Let Me Achieve Orgasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;a group of sex maniacs&lt;/span&gt; - they are saying Let's Make An Orgy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;someone with a huge butt &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- "Leave My Ass Out of this!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya nothing else. So these are some lame stuff on LOL. LOLs. Till the next Random™!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If you see LOL on my posts, it's just Laugh Out Loud. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-3263986928406600173?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/3263986928406600173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-random-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3263986928406600173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3263986928406600173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-random-word.html' title='Today&apos;s Random™ Word'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-3141054856703585580</id><published>2009-06-20T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:28:23.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Headline Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright! Hello men and women! Next week the motivational talks are cancelled! Why? Because there's this stupid rise in the number of Swine Flu cases. So there's no other choice but to postpone it. Anyway, had this new idea in mind so wanted to post it. It's called Random™. So I'll post, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;if there's a chance&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, a random word, phrase, thing etc. Say something funny or lame about it. So I need people to leave suggestions or comments in the CBox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Holy Shamoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-3141054856703585580?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/3141054856703585580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-headline-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3141054856703585580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3141054856703585580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-headline-post.html' title='Today&apos;s Headline Post'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-7353532004249629500</id><published>2009-06-19T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:33:56.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get Outta my outta my head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is sooooooooo lame. But nevermind, next week going back to nerd world liao. Where else but school? Anyway, hello you bunch of walking nerve systems. There's nothing else to blog about that is until the spammer makes its return on : "Invasion of the Spammer 3 or 4" Not sure of the title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Until next time. I'm trying to rot but can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-7353532004249629500?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/7353532004249629500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-outta-my-outta-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/7353532004249629500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/7353532004249629500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-outta-my-outta-my-head.html' title='get Outta my outta my head...'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-5036605852771112853</id><published>2009-06-17T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:00:34.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Boring Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello you rioters. Finally that spammer PASSERBY (!) is gone! No more nonsense on our own people blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Nonsense 1&lt;/span&gt;: What's that PASSERBY (!)'s problem with us not showing pictures? Is it mandatory for us to put pictures? LOLs. And how do you know everyone is ugly? p.s, Nobody is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you start leaving your URL before telling people to put pictures? You are so contradicting yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Nonsense 2&lt;/span&gt;: You threaten to call the police, so go ahead call. You'll just get you and your useless friend a place in jail or something. It's our blog SO we can write whatever we want and feel like and you are nobody to tell us what to write. So piss off at the speed of light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Nonsense 3&lt;/span&gt;: Spamming people's blog without leaving a proper name or URL. Come on... What age is it now? Just put your name down la. Why so scared? You no name is it? Or you got scared until you forget your name? What a douche... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Bye bye PASSERBY (!). You suck so stop spamming our blogs. If you want, put your name down or an URL ok? Learn the basics first before approaching us okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-5036605852771112853?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/5036605852771112853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-us-seel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5036605852771112853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5036605852771112853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-us-seel.html' title='Another Boring Day.'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-4869292621063270587</id><published>2009-06-15T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:25:37.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This dimension is soooo BORING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello inter-galactic space and time travellers. This place called Singapore is getting boring as the days go by... Maybe it's because of the holidays, that's why there's nothing to do... Its like a loop you see, keep doing the same stuff everyday over and over again. But next week is the motivational talk, so I'm hoping some interesting things happen then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;School's Motivational Talk with Alan Koo (not sure of the name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Monday - 8am to 9pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Wednesday - 12pm to 9pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Friday - 8am to 9pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOLs, I'm writing the schedule for the fun of it. Nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Till the next post readers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's getting bored day by day and the sphere of boredom is widening every second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's like when you feel like shitting, you get so bored that you don;t want to anymore... (Quote from LS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-4869292621063270587?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/4869292621063270587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-dimension-is-soooo-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4869292621063270587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4869292621063270587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-dimension-is-soooo-boring.html' title='This dimension is soooo BORING!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-2625222361017572832</id><published>2009-06-15T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:30:21.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gaga Showcase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hello humans or whatever. OMG! Went to the Gaga showcase yesterday! Can't believe all that spamming of gmails :p paid off! We went to the showcase in a taxi cause we thought we were gonna be late. Anyway, the showcase was held at the Dome, some gigantic plastic tent at Clarke Quay. LOL. Someone even said it's a night club (LS) while I even said it's a ballroom! It's actually some Taj Mahal like structure. Anyways again, waited from 6.00 all the way to 7-8 plus (I guess) just to get inside the Dome. Then, had to wait for like another 1 hour before Gaga came on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here's what she performed : Love Game, Beautiful Dirty Rich, Paparazzi, Poker Face and finally finished off with Just Dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7.30 ~ 8.00, Finally went into the Dome! We thought we got scammed when we saw the place was full of SingTel AMPed promotion thingys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8.00 plus, Managed to squeeze into the showcase area. Totally crammped and we were like a pack of Ayam™ brand Sardines. But ontop of all that, the view of the DiscoBall™ was simply charming so I had to take a shot of that. The DJ played some techno, trance kind of music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYoanAJK-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Dd-xntO0LrY/s1600-h/Photo0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347506045160336354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYoanAJK-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Dd-xntO0LrY/s320/Photo0475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8.45 ~ 9.00, Lady Gaga™ finally appeared with her marvellous DiscoStick™! I personally feel this outfit is the best among the three that she wore. She performed Love Game and Beautiful Dirty Rich while wearing it. Nice hairdo too. She totally worked the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYoaSUH1zI/AAAAAAAAADs/obG6bt5GGyk/s1600-h/140620091279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347506039606990642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYoaSUH1zI/AAAAAAAAADs/obG6bt5GGyk/s320/140620091279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYoaHwU1CI/AAAAAAAAADk/R1XhV0C2b1k/s1600-h/140620091278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347506036772492322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYoaHwU1CI/AAAAAAAAADk/R1XhV0C2b1k/s320/140620091278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Bang bang bang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Following songs: Paparrazi and Poker Face. She wore this for the performance like in the Paparazzi MV. This time in Singapore Live, she performed Poker Face twice! First the acoustic version followed by the original version. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if you people did watch most of her live performances, you'd notice that most of the things are similiar. Like when she would do the following pose, the Wave-your-hand-around-your-Poker Face™ action, etc. It's awesome! She even spoke to the crowd, asking us "Am I sexy?" Her actual voice is also very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYi5Dyy6hI/AAAAAAAAADE/3USts6NfY3I/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347499971215288850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYi5Dyy6hI/AAAAAAAAADE/3USts6NfY3I/s320/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYi44X0r0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/yg7wFQJan6c/s1600-h/140620091315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347499968149368642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYi44X0r0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/yg7wFQJan6c/s320/140620091315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYi4mXDeXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZtAQFPmM8NQ/s1600-h/140620091317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347499963314305394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYi4mXDeXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZtAQFPmM8NQ/s320/140620091317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her final performance: Just Dance. She appeared wearing the Pop culture glasses like in the Poker Face video. Very stylish! It's sad also, cause it's her last song for this showcase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYi4GOGRoI/AAAAAAAAACs/aRPbczQx-aQ/s1600-h/140620091319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347499954686805634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYi4GOGRoI/AAAAAAAAACs/aRPbczQx-aQ/s320/140620091319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone's head blocking the view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYi3wjekTI/AAAAAAAAACk/Okr2s7LtGQA/s1600-h/140620091330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347499948870897970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYi3wjekTI/AAAAAAAAACk/Okr2s7LtGQA/s320/140620091330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Just dance, gonna be okay!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, that's the end of the whole showcase. Went home afterwards from Clarke Quay, took Bus 963 back to Woodlands. I felt like I was hit by a car after getting off the bus at the interchange. Exposure to the bus environment and too much air-con made me feel like puking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Felt like I was hit by a car after alighting the bus. Finally reached home at about 12.30am. Slept immediately like a log. Super uber tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Totally loved Gaga's performances! Hope I can get to see her live again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lady Gaga is like a goddess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also, don't be jealous. Hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-2625222361017572832?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/2625222361017572832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/gaga-showcase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2625222361017572832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2625222361017572832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/gaga-showcase.html' title='The Gaga Showcase'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SjYoanAJK-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Dd-xntO0LrY/s72-c/Photo0475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-7590928957241098103</id><published>2009-06-11T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:44:49.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck and Intuition give us the Lady Gaga's tickets!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;OMG! It's 19 more minutes before 12!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If our names are still on the leaderboard, we might have a chance to go to Lady Gaga's concert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So good luck to all of us. Nothing much to post about these few days cause there's nothing to talk about. It's like my brain juice went down the drain... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, when school reopens, won't have much to post about anyway since the school is giving us a 'treat' : Remedials until 5 everyday, all the way until the "O" Levels. So no time to post or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Good Luck to our names on the Leaderboard!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-7590928957241098103?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/7590928957241098103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/luck-and-intuition-give-us-lady-gagas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/7590928957241098103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/7590928957241098103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/luck-and-intuition-give-us-lady-gagas.html' title='Luck and Intuition give us the Lady Gaga&apos;s tickets!!!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-4334675233025957311</id><published>2009-06-11T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:48:35.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL. Seriously pissed off by that Whore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck that whore lor. LOLs. FYI, a whore is a dirty little bitch who doesn't bath so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What happened? Walking pass the Fushan area, saw that whore. (You have to refer to my Fact or Fiction? Real or Rumour? to find out who) I just scolded her off for having such an imbecile father, threatening my friends, saying wants to beat them. LOL. He's like using this stick picked up from the ground. That's dirty. SO just found out she has an actual BLOGSPOT. That's UNBELIEVABLE. And now we now why she wanders off to LAN. Do her pathetic and low standard blog. You have to read her blog. Her english is POWDER-FUL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i324.photobucket.com/albums/k328/Sweetbabyger/Photo0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; to enter a wonderful portal where you will see a goddess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s People like her should have been shot long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-4334675233025957311?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/4334675233025957311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/lol-seriously-pissed-off-by-that-whore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4334675233025957311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4334675233025957311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/lol-seriously-pissed-off-by-that-whore.html' title='LOL. Seriously pissed off by that Whore...'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-6877129489677121483</id><published>2009-06-11T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:32:42.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Adventure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hello noids. Nothing much to post about since its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO BORING these few days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Today, we (the usual people...) went to Causeway Point's timezone. LOLs. Totally saw 2 weirdo sisters playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DDR Supernova. You can never imagine what they played: Doll - Terra, 4 times! This is called Waste Money. Or more basic, STUPID! LOLs. Who would want to play Doll for 4 times, on Basic? Totally stupid, dumb and a complete waste of money! It's better if they played a mix of Afronova, etc. Anyways, that's the end of today's adventure. Fast right? Uber. So next time if there's any interesting I see or whatever, I'll post it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Singapore is UBER boring... Seriously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-6877129489677121483?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/6877129489677121483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/6877129489677121483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/6877129489677121483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-adventure.html' title='Today&apos;s Adventure...'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-1703005109793353230</id><published>2009-06-10T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T05:53:45.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We MUST go to Lady Gaga's EXCLUSIVE showcase! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This post is in response to my response to the SingtelAmped website thing. OMG. I registered  and the website today, told me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Registrants with invalid e-mail addresses are not considered for the leaderboard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;OMG! How can Singtel say such things? Are they accusing us of spamming fake e-mails or what? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I mean, the tickets are not even for sale, and registering at the website is the only means of going to the showcase. &lt;/span&gt;Oh no... This is disappointing... I want and MUST go to Lady Gaga's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exclusive showcase! LOL. Maybe can try barging in or something? LOLs again. Anyway, seriously hope we can go to the showcase and take pics with Gaga! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. We are jealous people(me, LS, Cas, etc) who just wants to go to Lady Gaga's showcase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;       So, what the heck? Just give us the tickets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-1703005109793353230?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/1703005109793353230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-must-go-to-lady-gagas-exclusive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/1703005109793353230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/1703005109793353230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-must-go-to-lady-gagas-exclusive.html' title='We MUST go to Lady Gaga&apos;s EXCLUSIVE showcase! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-3023511985969382969</id><published>2009-06-09T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:54:13.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timezone is UBER FUN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;LOLs. Totally forgotten where I went yesterday, so I've totally forgotten to post about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, things. Yesterday I went to Westmall together with the usual bunch of humanoids for some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DDRX action!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Very fun and such an adrennelin rush, you can also say I'm a rather decent or rather &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;above than average player. =p. Okay whatever, so here's what I saw yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Some crazy kind of nerdy geekoid playing some lame, low graphic game at the Westmall Timezone. LOLs. We just loitered around looking at the other machines and all he does is like, staring at us, like we are freaks or some beings or emmissaries from another planet. I mean it's totally creepy having a creep creeping behind us. He also jeered at the machine he's playing, waving his hand at the machine, taunting it or something. Seriously, I don't want to see him again there... But I think he's a frequent, so no choice but to see him everytime we go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A MAD geekoid walking around, showing faces to other players. LOL. He's something I wished I would never see,  ever again. He was walking around the place pointing his crooked fingers at other people, staring at other people, making weird squishy sounds like a squid, etc. Finally, before we saw the last of him, he walked with a swagger. He thinks he's in some kind of prom queen challenge or drag queen went wrong event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Some kinda of act-cute guy. LOL. When LS called out "swai ge" on the escalator on our way down to level 1, this short stuff responded. We were like freaked out by such an overwhelming respond from such a person. I mean, come on, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A pro guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Some of the things we never saw but can sometimes be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Luckily, we never saw Kardighan (sp?) girl. As the name implies, she wears a Kardighan everytime we see her. After completing the as usual, easy Afronova, she would curse out loud at the innocent machine, point fingers at it, etc. She even tried the spin style, which made her "stuff" bounce up and down like no one's biz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Slow bunch of song selectors. These people choose the game songs like there's no tomorrow. I guess they are the most indecisive bunch of noids on the planet. LOL. Worser than people choosing clothes or changing underwears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;So here's the end again of another long winded post. LOL. Hope the next time we go again, there won't be so many weirdos hanging around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s For this Christmas, I hope Santa can make all these weird yet arrogant people,&lt;br /&gt;      disappear from the surface of this planet forever. LOLs again... Think I'm&lt;br /&gt;      obssessed with saying LOL over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-3023511985969382969?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/3023511985969382969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/timezone-is-uber-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3023511985969382969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3023511985969382969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/timezone-is-uber-fun.html' title='Timezone is UBER FUN!!!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-791368387393914487</id><published>2009-06-09T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:12:36.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To that certain spammer: You suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;This is in response to that certain spammer. Why are you badmouthing someone when you're a badmouther yourself? Get over it please? And don't think it's totally nice to spam you piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Don't step into others' businesses. Are you CHUA SI HWEE or her other pathetic minions?&lt;br /&gt;If you do, please state your big name up there. If not, PISS OFF. At least write your name on the tags or something. LOL. Passerby 1 and 2. Nothing else to write so bye nut heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. You can blog all you want&lt;br /&gt;But my skin is really thick&lt;br /&gt;I'm the leader of this blog&lt;br /&gt;And my blog is really slick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, used like 2 to 3 hours doing this blog makeover with the Cas and LS. So thanks to these humans that my blog skin is changed, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-791368387393914487?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/791368387393914487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-that-certain-spammer-you-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/791368387393914487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/791368387393914487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-that-certain-spammer-you-suck.html' title='To that certain spammer: You suck!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-2983166445706097637</id><published>2009-06-07T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:36:17.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker Faces Fever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hello cyclone heads. Nothing much to blog about these few days and that's because there's nothing interesting to blog about! Anyway, I think I heard Poker Face for like 10~20 times on the way home in a taxi on A Girl's birthday, 6 June 2009. Coming back from the downtown east chalets. LOL. Nothing to do, so hear it for like uncountable number of times. Heard other songs like Just Dance, Love Games and Paparrazzi. It's totally addictive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Plus, Lady Gaga is coming to town on the 14th, so we need to get into the mood. LOLs. Hope, we can get the tickets to her EXCLUSIVE showcase. So this is the end and hope everyone continues to listen to Poker Face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Come see my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;       Come see my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;       Come see my exclusive showcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;       (LOLs, from Lady Gaga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-2983166445706097637?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/2983166445706097637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/poker-faces-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2983166445706097637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2983166445706097637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/poker-faces-fever.html' title='Poker Faces Fever.'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-3252374111961505138</id><published>2009-06-05T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:10:38.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL. What are the stupid things people do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hello, whatever you are. I can say that today's trip back from school is my inspiration for this post. Today's trip back from Yio Chu Kang was rather funny. At first, there was this test train that came and NOBODY was supposed to board it. So, there I was leaning against a wall when these 2 foreigners rushed to try to board the train. LOL. I was there thinking to myself: "That's a test train... Why are you even trying to board it? Don't you even realise it's strange enough that there is no one on the train itself? Or no one is stepping up to board it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, this is just one event that I myself feel it's stupid and that those people have no common sense. The following are 10 things that I find stupid and are sights for sore eyes. Maybe you readers would also dislike some types of people mentioned below. AND ALSO, THIS TIME I CRITICISE THESE PEOPLE AND NOT JUST GIVE A BRIEF DESCRIPTION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The 10 Commandments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. Trying to board a non-boarding train. Isn't it stupid? Even primary school students can SEE that one is not able to board it. Or strange enough, no one steps up to board it. So why can't those stupids do something clever for once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2. Singing songs aloud infront of so many people, like the other guy twins from the other class. LOL. Your singing sucks. So why are you even trying to sing? They have the SG idol kind of feeling and they think that their voice is very beautiful like an angel's. Please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3. Farting in the public where there are plenty of people to smell it. I mean it's not like you CAN control your fart hole from producing these smells. But at least say 'excuse me' or 'sorry' if you just did. Worser cases are when one farts and slowly move away to avoid suspicion. LOL. Others can still smell it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4. Noisy children on buses and MRT. It's like one peacful day becomes a nasty kill-all-babies day. Primary or even secondary school students are also prone to running around in the train and chasing each other for their files or handphones. They shout very loud also. So, I would advice chaining OR leasing these animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5. Slowpokes. They walk slowly... slowly... slowly... all around the place. And when you try to get off the train or bus, they happen to be infront of you, taking one step at a time, strolling like they are having a nice walk down memory lane or they feel that they are in Heaven. Imagine when you are in a rush and there are these type of people around. Piss off with them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;6. 'Gangster' people who appear in a large number. They look that type and are most probably that type. Why are they always settling their petite feud at void decks, playgrounds, near children play areas etc? LOL... making so much of noise and they are just a sight for sore eyes basically... The part I don't understand is why they always have to come in such a large number of people to settle a puny matter of fact? They might as well bring the matter to court... Enough people for the jury also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;7.  Emo looking people who do not look emo after a few hours of make-up OR do not know what emo is. Why do they even try? Just keep quiet and that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;will do the trick. And also this emo look can also be inspired by SG Idol's Paul Twohill. And people who cut themselves to show-off... Please I totally cannot stand these type of people. They are already so ugly yet they want to make themselves look uglier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8. People who stand infront of the MRT door when it opens. These people have a strange habit of blocking other people's path. How do you want to come in if the people onboard cannot get out? Common sense isn't it? I experience this everyday and I just feel like banging into those nut heads. Of course, I don't block people's way and I am, of course, fucked up with these dick heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;9. People cutting queues, especially at schools. I know everyone's hungry but why cut the queue? Has your mum ever teach you manners? I got these juniors (sec4) in my school. I know every wednesday is fried-food day... But can these people just spare a thought for the others queuing behind? LOL... It's not like you have never eaten in your life... Bunch of hungry and uncivilised beggar dogs and pigs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;10. Last but not least: teenagers or any other sales-person who try to force you into buying a pen or two for charity or anything. I mean, I'm not that sort of charitable person and I always avoid these people. If I'm not wrong they are just trying to scam you of your money, saying its for charity. Please, I'm not falling for that anymore... After my experience with a blind man. He pleaded me to buy some pens. I did but after hearing some loud chattering at my ex-house's 8 storey, I decided to have a look. So, it was the blind man, whose not blind at all, lighting up a cigarette. Scams... All are scams! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So this is the end of my post for today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s You can blog all you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;      But my skin is really thick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;      I'm the leader of this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;      And my blog is really slick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-3252374111961505138?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/3252374111961505138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/lol-what-are-stupid-things-people-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3252374111961505138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/3252374111961505138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/lol-what-are-stupid-things-people-do.html' title='LOL. What are the stupid things people do?'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-2857438868642569555</id><published>2009-06-04T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:08:12.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Class Suck Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Hello normal and abnormal people. I've this very irritating human classmate in my class. Such a suck up. Why? Here's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Received an SMS from the Humes teacher saying i got FIRST in English like usual... She told me some secrets about me said by the guy. He says i study everyday 24 7. Not rich... Blah blah blah... Very pissed off... Like what's your problem? Even said that I have to visit someone to use com. So? Did i visit you? Your house is in the jungle...&lt;br /&gt;He claims that he never hard enough and always loses in studies to me. Please if that's the case, I din't study at all...&lt;br /&gt;Why is he as suck up?&lt;br /&gt;1. DNT Project&lt;br /&gt;  He went to my house to take a pic of my cats for his artefact. And afterwards getting the a1, he&lt;br /&gt;  seems superior than me. LOL. Nevermind... Just take it as if I GAVE you the a1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. At school&lt;br /&gt;  He claims he studies alot before common tests. But on the day, he keeps asking bout the topic.&lt;br /&gt;  Believing he is more superior, he feels he has the 'power' to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Act cute&lt;br /&gt;  He carries this small ugly bag which he boug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ht from OG. He thinks its cute on him. But it&lt;br /&gt;  actually looks like the bag is trying to bind and squeeze his fats out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Two-timer&lt;br /&gt;  He likes this girl in one of the express class named, Kah Xin. But he kena rejected. The girl&lt;br /&gt;  said: "oh... I have to study for Os this year... So..." And I think it's on Valentine's Day also...&lt;br /&gt;  Afterwards, he told my Humes teacher that he is trying to attract this girl in my class but is&lt;br /&gt;  going to go after the Kah Xin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Lagger&lt;br /&gt;  He will ask the same question the teacher repeated like uncountable number of times 5 to 10&lt;br /&gt;  minutes after saying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Show-off&lt;br /&gt;  Keeps talking about the family things. The grandpa die also want to inform the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;  The whole family  go which country also want to make headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Move review&lt;br /&gt;  He has so much money why still need to ask other people for movie review? Go watch&lt;br /&gt;  yourself la so rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got more... But don't want to say... It's endless like a bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits and inspiration for this post goes to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SieOPWU4tLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tn5mkcYncrU/s1600-h/1_314325303l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SieOPWU4tLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tn5mkcYncrU/s320/1_314325303l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343395877240747186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SieOHEi_kQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IAl7eaAslU0/s1600-h/1_523665071l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SieOHEi_kQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IAl7eaAslU0/s320/1_523665071l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343395735029125378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's obvious... And it's not me for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Can't see my&lt;br /&gt;       Can't see my&lt;br /&gt;       Nobody can see my&lt;br /&gt;       Censored face&lt;br /&gt;       You irritate me like nobody&lt;br /&gt;       (poker face edit lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-2857438868642569555?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/2857438868642569555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/class-suck-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2857438868642569555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2857438868642569555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/class-suck-up.html' title='The Class Suck Up'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BlsiGEq-rHM/SieOPWU4tLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Tn5mkcYncrU/s72-c/1_314325303l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7802232374399346454.post-5607804564850542954</id><published>2009-06-04T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:32:04.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact or Fiction? Real or Rumour? Episode 1 part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Hello mortals... Update from the first episode... It's FfRr ep1pt2 already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It happened at around 9:55 to 10++.  So we were like running away from the whore's parents. Think they overheard us talking about their daughter. They were chasing us like zombies... So it's true... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Si Hui has lost her virginity to Lloyd! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;OMG 0.o Anyways that's the conclusion to the first episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;. Anyway, her series is coming to an end. Hope she gets pregnant with a bastard child. The father however is more irritating. He threatened, with a dirty stick he picked up from the ground, to beat both Ai Wei and Lloyd into pulp. He seriously looks like a caveman. With that sort of face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&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/7802232374399346454-5607804564850542954?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/5607804564850542954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/fact-or-fiction-real-or-rumour-episode_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5607804564850542954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/5607804564850542954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/fact-or-fiction-real-or-rumour-episode_04.html' title='Fact or Fiction? Real or Rumour? Episode 1 part 2'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-964476723890283961</id><published>2009-06-02T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:09:57.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 most memorable NTUC experience... Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;First: The toilet paper guy&lt;br /&gt;While moving some lame goods on the stupid offer days, there's this weirdo blonko guy who asked me: "Got cheaper toilet paper or not?" So I was reluctant to tell so i told him no. And he looked for the mad woman Lily Loh. After some ancient advice, he was lead to the outside where he bought this $4++ toilet paper. So had to tell LS that I screamed at the person, "Your butt important or your money?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Exp gained: 1000&lt;br /&gt;level up to lv30, learned how to insult people in a funnier way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Second: Victory over the mad woman&lt;br /&gt;There's this time where the Lily bitch shouted at me for not doing work. That's like the offer day. Its like your not the boss, why you so huan lo? Afterwards, I shouted some inhumane vulgarities at her such as CB and even asked her to kum sai. She totally deserved it for her so called 'contribution' to NTUC. Then i went in. Had to upload with LS. Then she came in and shouted at me infront of soooooo many customers like so many atas bitches. Of course i had to shout back if not i'm not human. In the end, we got summoned into the boss's office. Blah blah blah... She threatened to quit by like 12 o clock. She even asked the cupboard where thr pen is lo. Totally insane right? Alas, she din't quit like she promised and even more people hated her afterwards. I was crowned a hero. Can you believe? Siverous snape told me that i was the first person in history to have defeated the insane bitch. And one more thing: I scolded her for being jealous cause she is not a part time worker like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;exp gained: 5000&lt;br /&gt;level up to lv65, learned a new word, Jealous and Kum Sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Third: De Secret Mission&lt;br /&gt;If i left early or late, I might not have accepted this quest. There's this mad old man, whose head completely replicates Mr Potato Head with his wife and 2 granddaughter. I was standing infront of the bus door when I heard him say "Nowadays teenagers are very rude! Orh-weiz rush onto the bus! Bo leh mao!" Its like he needs eye surgery cause i was standing infront of him when he rushed infront of me! Went onto the bus and shouted a group of vulgarities. Then the mad uncle came up to me and grab me by the neck. Mad right? Luckily i was wearing some shirt from australia. he believed I was a foreigner and asked me for the school address. I mean no! Blah blah blah... stopped few stops later and pulled his hair then ran off the bus (Just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;exp gained: 10000&lt;br /&gt;level 99 liao. Learned that sometimes old people are not that pitiful. So don't give up seats to them ehen your on MRT or Bus.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all the crap that I remembered and whatever. Go work and you will see a bunch of nincompoops like these people and other nice people at the NTUC like the suppliers all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s. You can blog all you want&lt;br /&gt;       But my skin is really thick&lt;br /&gt;       I'm the leader of this blog&lt;br /&gt;       And my blog is really slick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-964476723890283961?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/964476723890283961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-most-memorable-ntuc-experience-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/964476723890283961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/964476723890283961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-most-memorable-ntuc-experience-crap.html' title='The 3 most memorable NTUC experience... Crap'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-4056393760255000662</id><published>2009-06-01T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:19:55.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serangoon Saga!!! Character Intro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Hello people or whatever. Think its time I should share with you about my working experience at Serangoon NTUC during last year's after 'N' level exams period. LOL. Its stupid but kinda fun during that time with my friend LuciferiaSatania, The daughter of Evil. Met alot of neat and kind people as well as freaky and frenzy mad-bulls. So this post shall be called: The Serangoon Saga. Kinda adventure right? Duh it is... Everyday take bus go all the way to Serangoon and back to Woodlands. During the bus trip also met alot of zany people. Starting, this job was introduced by A boy's (check the link) father, who was the manager of the Serangoon Branch. So without much interview or anything we got into the job. Blah blah blah... Let's tell you some characters in this saga of ours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Overall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In the magical world of Serangoon, there stood a place called NTUC Serangoon Branch. As we ventured into it, we met strange and magical creatures that we have never seen before. They were actually humans of course... We met with Federick, the overlord and supervisor of the drinks section which I served my time at. He's like some level 40 plus ogre. His special power? He talk as fast as the speed of light. You can also conclude that it is almost impossible to decipher the words he is saying. Especially on Wednesday and Thursday, when it is the day to move a butt load of offer goods and non offer goods... Anyway here's a summary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Good Characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me! Ozzy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A level 99 warrior at the end of the saga. Mischevious. Popped many unpopped Lays potato chips. Also likes to laugh out hysterically at those lame and lousy customers everyday with his friend LuciferiaSatania. Special skills: Insulting nincompoops at the NTUC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LuciferiaSatania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A level 99 black mage at the end of the saga. Sadistic. Likes to squish those chocolates at the NTUC for the hang of it. Special skills: Likes to gossip and insult those supervisors and other workers. Shares jokes and crap with Ozzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FrozenBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A level 99 frozen-food handler at the end of the saga. Very quiet. Very obedient. Just so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Federick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A level 99 ogre lord of the non-food section. Special skills: Poison Breath: After smoking, he combines the smoke with his special skill, talking at the speed of light, to produce abhorrid funk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jacqueline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A level 99 senior frozen-food handler. The master of frozen boy. An overlord (supervisor) also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alice, Jenny and Jasfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Overlords of the fairy world. Chitty chatters comes from the fairy forest, which is the food-section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cleaner Uncle and China Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Master and expert. Level 99 cleaners of the NTUC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The BOSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Which is A boy's father. He is a level 99 boss of the NTUC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tang Yang and Ah Quan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A pair of formidable duo aunties in their 50s. They are level 99 talk-alot queens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Siverous Snape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A lady who looks like the actual Harry Potter guy. A level 99 do-not-like-to-talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Summons&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;They are actually the suppliers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pokka&lt;br /&gt;Mum Jeans of the Coca-Cola clan&lt;br /&gt;Anlene&lt;br /&gt;Kit Kat Auntie&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi Guo Wei&lt;br /&gt;Yan Dao of the non-food&lt;br /&gt;The Peanut People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Bad Characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lily Loh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The sworn arch enemy of Ozzy. She's a mad talk-to-herself person who works at the electronics section. She likes to talk to herself and make a fuss out of nothing. Please read up on the black hole theory before arguing with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She's a level 99 crazy old woman whose special attack is throwing tantrums about for no possible, explainable or logical reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A bunch of irritating 17 to 18 year olds. A bunch of level 99 irritants. Try not to talk to them if possible.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They appeared during the second month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Well I guess these are the more important bunch of people who are invloved in the saga. The rest are just a bunch of worthless tais tais or atas bitches who shop at the NTUC frequently. I guess I'll just post in some adventures and quests that we faced at the NTUC. So read the next post if your interested or whatever. Maybe 3 of the most memorable events? Haha ya. So until next post humanoids... Or whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s. You can blog all you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       But my skin is really thick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       I'm the leader of this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       And my blog is really slick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-4056393760255000662?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/4056393760255000662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/serangoon-saga-character-intro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4056393760255000662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4056393760255000662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/serangoon-saga-character-intro.html' title='Serangoon Saga!!! Character Intro...'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-1029563441226630972</id><published>2009-06-01T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:02:19.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact or Fiction? Real or Rumour? Episode 1: Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First episode of Fact or Fiction? Real or Rumour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hello humanoids or whatever you are! This is the first part of my 'new' section: Fact or Fiction? Real or Rumour? (FfRr) Today's FfRr: Has Sew Te &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(pronounce as Siew and the second word is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pig in its hokkien form)&lt;/span&gt; (fake name but real person) lost her virginity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Heard it from friends... This 16 year old Secondary 3 girl has so-called had sex with some guy about the same age as her. Heard from another friend that the guy is not one bit interested at her. Sad... Bleh! So more info on this FfRr once I hear more from my friends and comfirm if it is, Fact of Fiction? Real or Rumour? So stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-1029563441226630972?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/1029563441226630972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/fact-or-fiction-real-or-rumour-episode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/1029563441226630972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/1029563441226630972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/06/fact-or-fiction-real-or-rumour-episode.html' title='Fact or Fiction? Real or Rumour? Episode 1: Part 1'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-4091832029748056379</id><published>2009-05-29T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:08:53.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! Poker Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hello readers or whatever you are. Thursday came early for this post... Why? Cause my school organised some stupid remedials for the 4e5n. And its eating up my holiday time!!! And when school re-opens, things are going to go over the edge. The 4e5n will get remedials all the way to 5pm everyday! 'Good' right? Anyway back to the so-called today-is-Thursday post. So why is the song Poker Face so addictive? (by icon Lady Gaga of course...) Lets find out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The song basically is rather in tune and rhymes when it comes to the verses. I think that it is the chorus of the song that makes it so addictive. For those who are so lazy to find out and don't know what poker face means but keep mumbling the song's chorus over and over again, thinking its so cool, here's are some descriptions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;poker face - A face lacking any interpretable expression, as that of an expert poker player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- An expressionless face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- A person who has or deliberately assumes a poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now lets take a look at the song's lyrics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mum mum mum mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mum mum mum mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mum mum mum mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mum mum mum mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mum mum mum mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I wanna hold em like they do in Texas Plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fold em let em hit me raise it baby stay with me, I love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh, oh, oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh, oh, oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Can't read my, can't read my No he can't read my poker face (She's got to love nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Can't read my, can't read my No he can't read my poker face (She's got to love nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A little gambling is fun when you're with me, I love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun, fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh, oh, oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh, oh, oh I'll get him hot, show him what I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(Chorus again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I won't tell you that I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kiss or hug you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just like a chick in the casino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Take your bank before I pay you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I promise this, promise this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Check this hand cause I'm marvelous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(Chorus again but repeat 'the can't read my' part don't know how many times...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (She's got to love nobody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face (Mum mum mum mah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-END-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Okay, now lets look at some things from the lyrics that some might find interesting or don't know what the hell it means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Texas Plays - I checked and it appears to be some fitness training thing for women... Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;some/multiple sex thing or position...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...with Spades to start... - Spades being the biggest and powerful-est suit in the poker cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is said because she wants to the winner of the game she's playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in the MV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Russian Roulette - Its some life and death gamble thing. Example, there are 8 holes in the gun's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;barrel but only one bullet in it. So if you're unfortunate, you get shot by that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;single bullet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...bluffin with my muffin... - Muffin in the first place is the crotch area aka vagina. So if she's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bluffin with her muffin, you get the point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...stunnin with my love-glue-gunning - I checked at yahoo and it says something about the men's penis ejaculating.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The 'love glue' 'guns' out afterwards. Another source says that 'stunnin' would also mean that she is fantastic while 'glue gun' means something like sexual abilities. So you can say that this phrase is most referred to sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Personal feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So you might think that the song is great and all that shit holes and it's not a crime to say or listen to it but don't go about telling people your a poker face. They might think your a bisexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyway, it's an awesome song and if some of you have never hear it before, go get your hearing checked and update yourself to today's date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. B-b-bye mortals and until the next post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can blog all you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But my skin is really thick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm the leader of this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And my blog is really slick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-4091832029748056379?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/4091832029748056379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-poker-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4091832029748056379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4091832029748056379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-poker-face.html' title='OMG! Poker Face'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-4790323943274578839</id><published>2009-05-28T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:39:49.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In response to... Crap!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Good Afternoon readers or whatever you are called... This next post is in response to Sunday,24 may 09, episode of Crimewatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;First topic: Pornography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Case study on the featured crimimal: *Andy Quah* (Not the real name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This 17 year old black belt was influenced and porn-triggered by his friend(don't know the name.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;His instigation to porn lead him astray and he started molesting teenage girls in the Woodlands area. I mean come-on, if porn can do such wonders, what can Steven Lim do? Contradicting isn't it? His act of crime made him "famous" on Crimewatch and throughout Singapore. So there really is a tear between reality and fantasy. So? Big deal? Anyway, he molested about 10++ girls until he laid his hands on Mary Lee, an ugly bitch(the actor), who aided the police in catching this serial molester on the Woodlands 913 bus. Stupid right? Take bus somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Personal Feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seriously, Andy is totally out of his mind. If you readers watched that episode, you should know how he molested those pitiful lambs. Baaaaa. I mean his techniques are so common that you can anticipate them and yet those girls don't know how to. When the police went to his house to arrest him, you could see the mum's face. Its so fake and you can tell that she's thinking, "erm, Andy, did you help the police out with catching some criminals? I'm so proud of you!!!" Unfortunately, following Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate events, he went to jail and served about 2 to 3 years of imprisonment. Boo-hoo. Well thats the end of him and his future but its not the end of discussion for this topic so up next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Methods on how to prevent molestation for both guys and girls (contributed by LuciferiaSatania and me, De BlogInspector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tip #1: Wear uglily. Don't show off that so-called marvelous body of yours. You sure you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tip #2: Bring along pepper spray even though its illegal. Its simple to make and here's how:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Contributed by LuciferiaSatania):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ingredients: -Soap water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Chilli Padi Seeds (you can buy at any mama shops)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Salt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Pepper (duh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Vinegar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Sprinkles and Glitters (for the magnificant appeal and effect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Instructions: Use sun-silk pink shampoo to make the soap water. Get one Dettol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;soap bar and shred it into small coffetti. Take 200ml of pure tap water and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;put 5 drops (and not more than that) of the pink shampoo and mix it with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the Dettol coffetti. STIR it for at least 15 times. Get at least for 4 chilli padi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(you can add more if you want the molester to suffer) and add them to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;concoction and stir 20 times anti-clockwise then clockwise. Add one FULL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;teaspoon of salt and pepper. (your choice either white or black ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pepper) Stir for at least 15 clockwise times. Add one tablespoon of vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;then pour in any selection glitters. (we recommand pink and silver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Stir them for at least exactly 13 times both clockwiese and anti-clockwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Viola! Your done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAUTION: IT WILL CAUSE BLINDNESS ON YOUR ATTACKER. So be prepared if you want to do it. Wear surgical gloves in case you are so dumb to rub your eyes with your hands. Get insurance if possible. Keep it in a secret place in case some fuck-heads like your show-off little sister or pain-in-the-ass kid brothers take it and drink it or something. You can use it in the MRT to guarantee a seat in the train. For more info, e-mail her at &lt;a href="mailto:rebelsandthepinkmafia@hotmail.com"&gt;rebelsandthepinkmafia@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. For loyal readers of viewers, you can get a discount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tip #3: Wear be a chasity belt. It will help both men and women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tip #4: Go for a vasectomy or ligation if possible or you get a circumsicion or castration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tip #5: Bring along flavoured condoms to chew while waiting for the lift. When he attacks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;spit the condom out and ask him to wear it. It is sure that the molester will be put off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and be grossed put by you. No one will come near you for the rest of eternity. But be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;warned, it will get difficult in finding a husband or boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tip #6: For the guy victims, all I can say is "Never resist temptation..." This is for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Second Topic: Break-Ins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Case study: Break ins by Lum Tuck Fook at the Duxton Road pubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lum Tuck Fook, a middle-aged guy, broke in at the pubs near the area. He did so by using some worthless tools to 'crack' open the pub doors. It was easy because it was not properly secured. And the owners were like senile because they defined their business as losing money NOT making money. Some owners felt that the theft wasn't important because they deemed tthe money was too little or too cheap. I mean hello, its the economic crisis. You can buy butt-worth and loads of toilet paper with it. So, remember, money is important not your reputation. The episode even featured an employer firing one of his employee as he accused him of stealing $1300. He even said: "Oh no, I must apologise to him!". However, being a sadist, I was laughing at that weak and unemotional line and added "It's too late to Apologise".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tips to prevent break-ins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tip #1: Hire a younger cleaner other than an old senile bitch(as shown in the episode). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That old cleaner, after cleaning up everything, finally realised that the pub was being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;broken into. Too late, money gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tip #2: Hire a prostitute to stand guard. If a thief strikes, he will have to choose sex over money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thus, paying the prostitute. She will then deposit the earned money into the cash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;register. So, isn't this a good way to earn money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tip #3: Put some working security cameras everywhere. Even in the toilets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tip #4: Padlock your doors with heavy stuff material that not even The Hulk can lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tip #5: Padlock your doors with a chain of Okamoto and Durex condoms. Being plastic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they won't tear or snap that easily I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tip #6: Get some people to walk around your pub nude. I guess that will just spark off more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;problems in the society?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. These above-mentioned crap are just for entertainment purposes but with relevance to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;real life examples. So you can comment or tag whatever you want. If you have any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;problems or feel insulted by my posts, so sorry. This is how I am programmed to function.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So continue reading and help promote this blog! Next post on Thursday. Oh and almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;forgot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can blog all you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But my skin is really thick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm the leader of this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And my blog is really slick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-4790323943274578839?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/4790323943274578839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-response-to-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4790323943274578839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/4790323943274578839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-response-to-crap.html' title='In response to... Crap!!!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-2232687103952556211</id><published>2009-05-27T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:12:03.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Worthless Crap: ALERT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alert everyone! Singapore has just got her first h1n1 (Swine Flu, duh...) victim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So put on your masks and thinking caps and blog the shit out this woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Case study(from thenewpaper, 28 May 2009): Singapore's first swine flu victim, Theresa Wee.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;She went to New York for studies and had to return now. WTF. Dubbed a 'troublemaker' by many netizens and others, Theresa was even compared to the Singapore's(SG) first SARS patient. It seems that she caught the virus from some China national staying on the same floor as she did when she was in the hotel. I mean if its not the same room, how did you catch the virus anyway? LOLs. Obviously, she passed the virus on to her family. Blah blah blah... The father died first then the mother... Sad for her but thats not the main issue concerned. Netizens even labeled her selfish as she came back to SG and this has a likely chance to infect people around with the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Feelings&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;I feel pity for her as she got the virus and got badmouthed by many netizens. So sorry...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not here on Earth to grief on something that would cause more misery to others. I feel that the woman is indeed some kind of self-exploding time-bomb or whatever. She might infect everyone in SG. Starting with the people around her then the people around the people around her and finally the people around the people who are around the people around her. So on and so for until everyone gets wiped out completely. Its like Resident Evil: ExtinctioN. And I totally agree with thenewpaper. She should not have come back if she suspected. She indeed has put us at risk. The boyfriend ,however, isolated himself from the victim. I feel that he has done a good thing so as not to help her spread the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of Wisdom (contributed by my friend, LuciferiaSatania)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;These are some tips given to help oneself not to acquire the Swine Flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Please wear condoms (both male and female) during sex. You will never know if&lt;br /&gt;the virus gets transmitted through sexual intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Please change clothes and undergarments everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Please look where you are walking and stepping on. You never know if the shit on ground has&lt;br /&gt;any strain of virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Please refrain from chewing condoms as bubble gum. They might burst and infect you with&lt;br /&gt;deadly diseases. (I know some of you do it as it comes in different flavours. Chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;strawberry etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Please maintain personal hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Please wash your sex toys after use. You do not know what they are exposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Please refrain from being too kia-see (afraid to die). Its not like meteors would start raining&lt;br /&gt;down from the skies and signifying the Apocolypse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Caution: Please do not report us. This is just our intuition into helping people from getting the virus. Its just advice given to you and believe it or not its just a bucket load of crap. And for your info, we please you in all of the advice but we are not this 'kind' in real life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please comment or tag us with your otherwise pathetic and humorous advice. We'll even post it on this blog and even give you credits. You can now am-chio under your blanket, between your boyfriend's legs or even some random auntie's armpits. (Yes, i know. Some of you have freaky behaviours.)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. Thank you for reading this crap hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can blog all you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But my skin is really thick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm the leader of this blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And my blog is really slick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-2232687103952556211?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/2232687103952556211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/05/todays-worthless-crap-alert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2232687103952556211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/2232687103952556211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/05/todays-worthless-crap-alert.html' title='Today&apos;s Worthless Crap: ALERT!!!'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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-7802232374399346454.post-6502385243094896428</id><published>2009-05-25T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:11:00.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's doings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nothing much... Since this is the first! So more posts on Thursdays. Keep reading readers who like to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s You can talk all you want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But my skin is really thick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm the leader of the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And my game is really slick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7802232374399346454-6502385243094896428?l=blog-inspector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/feeds/6502385243094896428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/05/todays-doings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/6502385243094896428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7802232374399346454/posts/default/6502385243094896428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-inspector.blogspot.com/2009/05/todays-doings.html' title='Today&apos;s doings...'/><author><name>Blog Inspector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04697011099167351655</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>
