<?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-6309578039697758245</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:35:16.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the epitome of COOOL</title><subtitle type='html'>Random blogging</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-3239248091678275276</id><published>2010-06-27T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:27:30.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pointblank</title><content type='html'>I feel I've loved you forever. Lately, I haven't been feeling very good.  I'm worn out. All alone under the moonlight each day, I realized my life was never going to be okay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Since my father died, I've spent almost my entire life in loneliness each night. We've been like really close friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave the earth. But I can't do that here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry. No matter how hard I try to fight it off, I'm left with the feeling that I have to keep walking alone and without a direction. I have no idea where I'm going, but I know I have to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't, I'm afraid I'll self destruct and worse, you'll be there to see it happen. Be safe and take care of yourself. Know that I tried very hard keep you, even though it doesn't seem like it. I know my intention was to get back into my life the way it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Know that you were my one and only. I'll miss you with every beat of my heart. Our life together was the only other home I've ever had. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself. i really do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3239248091678275276?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3239248091678275276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3239248091678275276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3239248091678275276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3239248091678275276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/06/pointblank.html' title='pointblank'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-3426940842231051530</id><published>2010-04-22T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:26:30.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage</title><content type='html'>Everything is fucked up. I'm boiling up inside. I cannot do anything about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fucker has got a death wish. I have a million ways to torture this moron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't carry out my actions till a later date. I need to smash ur face and shove some shit into that sick perverted face of yours. You disgust me. I've never liked you. I never will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick mother fucking cunt. You're cheap and sly. Ugly and short. I despise you more than anyone in this world. And because I know where you live. You better hope I dont bump into you at the malls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, people like you need to be sent to hell immediately. Burn for an eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried supressing my feelings. But its only a normal human reaction to wanna tear you apart and feed you to the dogs. Please dont let me see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3426940842231051530?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3426940842231051530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3426940842231051530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3426940842231051530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3426940842231051530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/04/rage.html' title='Rage'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-3303087815866873438</id><published>2010-04-14T05:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T05:18:32.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll think of you tonight</title><content type='html'>The stars lean down to kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;And I lie awake I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll miss your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;I'll send a postcard to you dear, &lt;br /&gt;Cause I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the night turn light blue, &lt;br /&gt;But it's not the same without you, &lt;br /&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly, &lt;br /&gt;The silence isn't so bad, &lt;br /&gt;Till I look at my hands and feel sad, &lt;br /&gt;Cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find opposing new ways, &lt;br /&gt;Though I haven't slept in two days, &lt;br /&gt;Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;But drenched in Vanilla twilight, &lt;br /&gt;I'll sit on the front porch all night, &lt;br /&gt;Waist deep in thought because when I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many times as I blink I'll think of you... tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When violet eyes get brighter,&lt;br /&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter,&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste the sky and feel alive again.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew,&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I won't forget you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh if my voice could reach back through the past, &lt;br /&gt;I'd whisper in your ear, &lt;br /&gt;Oh darling I wish you were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3303087815866873438?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3303087815866873438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3303087815866873438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3303087815866873438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3303087815866873438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-think-of-you-tonight.html' title='I&apos;ll think of you tonight'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-3321211736427155710</id><published>2010-03-18T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:00:11.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up never felt so wrong</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe it happened.&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it coming at all. &lt;br /&gt;After going through so much, its all over now. &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do about it. &lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do now. &lt;br /&gt;I blame myself entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna kiss&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna touch&lt;br /&gt;Just want my cigarette and hush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3321211736427155710?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3321211736427155710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3321211736427155710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3321211736427155710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3321211736427155710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/03/waking-up-never-felt-so-wrong.html' title='Waking up never felt so wrong'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-4010432503598843393</id><published>2010-03-15T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:44:18.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imbecile</title><content type='html'>There are plenty of people in this world who have nothing better to do after finishing one of their last meals. One of the random acts of the sin they do is to jump into situations which doesn't concern them AT ALL, AND comment on things as if they know whats going on. These people are by far, the most dangerous people on the planet. If you know what the fuck you're talking about and it makes sense, nothing is wrong. But if you say stuffs which have no relation whatsoever to the current issue, making stupid comments which reflect your level of intelligence, The window is there, go jump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ugly, you look like an ogre or duck. You shouldn't go around scolding people. We all know for a fact that ugly people have nothing to lose. That's why they are so generous with their comments, speaking as if they are so self righteous and free from sin. Please beware, you already have a face like that. I'm sure you wouldn't want your kids to look 10 times worst right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of days ago, i witnessed a cat fight involving several foul mouthed Singaporean girls. I'm pretty sure they had to be Ah lians ( the kind of people i detest most ). Why Ah lians? They were speaking in hokkien, " you chee bye, you chao chee bye. " blah blah blah. Nothing else in your vocabulary? Pathetic. The standard of Singaporean girls has plunged an all time low after what I saw. Even my British neighbor who was drunk had more class when he argued with me, compared to those low-life mongrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have such a big head, don't wear such a big hat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-4010432503598843393?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/4010432503598843393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=4010432503598843393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4010432503598843393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4010432503598843393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/03/imbecile.html' title='Imbecile'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-642694895317896751</id><published>2010-03-14T03:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T04:27:44.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Words</title><content type='html'>John 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 but Jesus went unto the mount of Olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 And early in the morning he came again into the temple, and all the people came unto him; and he sat down, and taught them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 And the scribes and the Pharisees bring a woman taken in adultery; and having set her in the midst,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 they say unto him, Teacher, this woman hath been taken in adultery, in the very act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 Now in the law Moses commanded us to stone such: what then sayest thou of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 And this they said, trying him, that they might have whereof to accuse him. But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 But when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 And again he stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 And they, when they heard it, went out one by one, beginning from the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman, where she was, in the midst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 And Jesus lifted up himself, and said unto her, Woman, where are they? did no man condemn thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11 And she said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said, Neither do I condemn thee: go thy way; from henceforth sin no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-642694895317896751?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/642694895317896751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=642694895317896751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/642694895317896751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/642694895317896751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/03/pretty-betty.html' title='God&apos;s Words'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-7412128021344766705</id><published>2010-03-09T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:17:16.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating is the new fashion statement</title><content type='html'>With Tiger Woods starting the ball rolling, more and more juicy news about celebs cheating on their wife are making it to the headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this tiger wanted, was to have many many tigresses. But we must stress on the fact that his wife is model material. They say that a Tiger's penis is spiky, the tigresses not only enjoy the mating process, but the tiger gets his fun to poke them. Now this poor tiger has lost so much money, and people have changed their impression towards him. Even kids are beginning to like lions instead of tigers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has forgot one thing. He is still the best golfer in the world. I'm sorry tiger, I would love to defend you. But you have a wife and kid. So you should be satisfied with onegina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next being the most loved penalty taker by all man-utd fans, Mr John Terry. This mother fucker slept with his best friend/colleague/team mate's girlfriend. Utterly unforgivable. ANYONE WHO DOES ANYTHING OR TRIES TO BE FUNNY WITH THEIR FRIEND'S GIRL SHOULD BE SHOT DEAD. I know one guy who will be shot dead for sure. There are bound to be people pointing fingers at the girl, saying she seduced the guy. But any man with a conscience would know the the simple rules of not touching a friend's girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Terry, you should have divorced him and be a richer and happier woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we have Mr Ashley Cole. This negro already has the sexiest woman in the world as his wife, Cheryl Cole.  Yet he still has to cheat on her. Obviously, this guy has serious issues up there in his head for pulling such a stunt. Its like buying a Lamborghini Reventon, and then setting it on fire. He's from Chelsea, and I don't like him. What a fucking unfaithful cheating arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Cheryl Cole for leaving him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen some articles which claim they are gonna expose Angelina Jolie for her affairs and what not. I don't really care, Shes a nympho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing up the rear end, we have the devil himself, MR JACK NEO. The man who pulled a fast one over every silly Singaporean, including myself. Everyone thinks he's a saint, a good husband, and a family man. This dude makes films all year in and out. With the emphasis mainly on family values, doing good deeds, not to do things against your conscience, not to cheat, and that the Gods up there are always watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this 50 plus year old man, with a wife and 4 kids decided to have an affair with this thing you call a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCDSUqO-CMI/S5XlBfFilPI/AAAAAAAAABo/8VcbZqPhqjE/s1600-h/In-SG-wendyNP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCDSUqO-CMI/S5XlBfFilPI/AAAAAAAAABo/8VcbZqPhqjE/s400/In-SG-wendyNP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446511138061849842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW right. Apparantly, anyone these days can be a model. Well, in singapore at least. What happen to the stringent checks and demand for quality. Do modelling agencies just snap photos of any random girl with a ton of warpaint on their face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO back to Jack Neo. Unfortunately, his wife has decided to forgive him. You dont need such a man as your husband my dear. Hes sucha giant phoney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND obviously, Given Jack's power and relations with the media, his interest are gonna be so protected. And then, its singapore here, thus most of the real juicy news will never surface into the media because of the strict censorship. Tough luck for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack neo can just count his lucky stars for being a Singaporean, not having the paparazzi chasing him all around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you like to see next being exposed for having an affair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hoping it be between the Porcelain faced bitch, and her husband that went to prison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-7412128021344766705?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/7412128021344766705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=7412128021344766705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7412128021344766705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7412128021344766705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheating-is-new-fashion-statement.html' title='Cheating is the new fashion statement'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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/_VCDSUqO-CMI/S5XlBfFilPI/AAAAAAAAABo/8VcbZqPhqjE/s72-c/In-SG-wendyNP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-4000389564912358041</id><published>2010-03-04T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T01:08:21.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Almost a month since I last touched this. Blogging has never felt so important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened. Fortunately, most of the things were good. Unfortunately, the bad things really sucked badly. You'll know it when God is actually playing a joke on you. Things just happen like how they do on TVs/Movies. Being in one of God's joke aint a fun thing at all. Flustered, Frustrated, Fucked up, Stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a new month ahead of me. Very quickly, I'm going to be 21. It doesnt excite me at all. Its just another point of my life. This time, I might still be stuck in the middle of nowhere again. Can't enter Army, Can't Study. Cant do anything productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for things to happen aint the right thing to do. Someone told me, " You cannot pity yourself for being in this plight " It makes perfect sense. I'm not bed ridden. But then again, no one will employ me. But THEN again, there are people who work from home. I'm sick of hiding in my comfort zone under the skirt of my beloved mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there are things to look forward to each month. Like meeting my beautiful girlfriend for those few days. Spending good quality time and enjoying each other's company. I'm thankful you came into my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to be done this month. Seeing the private doctor, returning what I owe, visiting the psychiatrist, hopefully starting on my Driving lessons. I have the full 24 hours each day for myself. Without any obligations to fulfill. I'm not making use of it. Even a loser clerk in army is doing something useful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to reflect on and think about. Life isnt just all about me. They said its hard to change a person's character. But theres no harm giving it a shot. Time to stop being selfish and be more considerate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please give me clear skin and let me walk properly again. My knee hurts like a bitch, and theres nothing i can do about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-4000389564912358041?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/4000389564912358041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=4000389564912358041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4000389564912358041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4000389564912358041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/03/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-5297532205831572667</id><published>2010-02-11T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:00:39.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the answers are just stupid.</title><content type='html'>10 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver : " When do you think i will recover and walk again? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor 1 : " We see how things go. Hopefully soon "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver : " So after we put the external fixator, when do you think ill recover and walk again? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor 2 : " We gotta see how things go. Hopefully, the bacteria will go away and it will start to heal "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver : " So, Can i walk yet? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor 3 : " Wah! Oliver, you have done so many xrays. Tell me what happen to your leg. Have you been in this hospital for a long time? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver : " Cant you read my case notes and find out the answer. So can i walk or not? When will i recover? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor 3 : " NO. you cannot walk. And I dont know when you will recover. But you cannot walk. So how Oliver, what can i do for you? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver : " Give me a knife now so I can kill myself. I'm sick of this stupid fucking nonsense. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor 3 calls my mum after she complains : " OH. MRS CHIONH. I think your son may be able to walk. Just dont add too much pressure. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely Clever. Splendid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the kind of shit doctors these days, People should just consider the death option rather than live on and suffer in misery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint the True Legend. But I have a caustic mouth ready to unleash on the dumb fucking Doctors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-5297532205831572667?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/5297532205831572667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=5297532205831572667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5297532205831572667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5297532205831572667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-answers-are-just-stupid.html' title='When the answers are just stupid.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-5303822245843899960</id><published>2010-02-10T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:58:46.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsolable Rage</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, I thought you could be trusted. And I thought I could tell you my problems. And I thought that you were a true friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened so long ago, but I am still unable to forget what you made me go through you bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I can't call you a bitch, because you don't want to want fulfill the purpose God created you for. What you need, is plenty of counselling, plenty of medicine, and plenty of ass whooping to knock some sense into that thick shameless numbskull of yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you for even adding me the facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get your address. And you watch out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-5303822245843899960?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/5303822245843899960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=5303822245843899960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5303822245843899960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5303822245843899960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/02/inconsolable-rage.html' title='Inconsolable Rage'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-6724580776690893794</id><published>2010-02-10T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:45:10.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monumental Moron</title><content type='html'>Chinese new year is approaching. And suddenly, I just feel like I hate this 3 idiots alot. It wasnt so simple , it wasn't easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me see your face, or know where you stay. Believe me, my leg is gonna recover. I'm coming after you soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away or simply avoiding me doesnt solve the problem you bitcheS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-6724580776690893794?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/6724580776690893794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=6724580776690893794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6724580776690893794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6724580776690893794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/02/monumental-moron.html' title='Monumental Moron'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-3143783030477252823</id><published>2010-02-02T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:14:24.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Love</title><content type='html'>Before the existence of Online Social Networking, love was a simple thing. And so were relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As technology grew, so did it love complicate itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time in China, couples were willing to  just die together. Because they knew they couldn't live without one another. Would this happen in the modern day era?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yesh. Only on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you chrystal &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3143783030477252823?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3143783030477252823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3143783030477252823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3143783030477252823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3143783030477252823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/02/vintage-love.html' title='Vintage Love'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-5286356825258283173</id><published>2010-02-01T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:12:21.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BerryAddicted</title><content type='html'>I check my phone when it doesnt vibrate. I check it again when i think it vibrates. But it doesnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it does vibrate. I get damn excited. However, when its not a message from you, I lose interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a lovehate relationship with my bb. Cos thats the only way I can communicate with you 24/7. However, the batt life aint lasting like my love for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are greedy. Even with a phone. Its not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what I want is you have you beside me 24/7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day it will come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-5286356825258283173?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/5286356825258283173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=5286356825258283173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5286356825258283173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5286356825258283173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/02/berryaddicted.html' title='BerryAddicted'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-2850922293097973098</id><published>2010-01-29T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:51:34.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New perogative.</title><content type='html'>The worst thing that could happen is when you have many things you want to do. But you cant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what happening to me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my driving license. I cannot because there is a cast on my leg. BBDC doesnt allow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to study. I cannot because the army might take me in anytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shed the flabs and tone the body. I cannot because of the my physical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought of reading a book and enrich myself. But I truly believe I'm too enriched with many values and ideas already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel to Bangkok and find my baby. But I cannot. Because I haven booked the tickets nor removed the cast yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to get rid of my pimples. But I cannot YET. I have no freaking idea how they appeared. Neither do I know how to get rid of them. I miss my flawless skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST stop my hair from falling. I cannot be bald prematurely. I have taken the necessary precautions to prevent hair fall. It aint working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to stop being an asshole and be wary of the things I say. One fine day I'm gonna get into alot of trouble and regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST make my girlfriend uberly happy and not make her upset anymore. &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;I fucking wanna go back bangkok now. :@ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-2850922293097973098?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/2850922293097973098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=2850922293097973098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2850922293097973098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2850922293097973098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-perogative.html' title='New perogative.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-3936551899673271138</id><published>2010-01-28T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:21:31.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck this waiting</title><content type='html'>Everything just went wrong suddenly. Just feel like disappearing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be all over very quickly. But this pain and torment continues to drag on further. Why is does this have to be so slow and dreary? Sick of listening and listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard just to walk without aid. Im not even thinking about running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a joke about me going with them to the new hospital. Its gonna come true. And life is fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3936551899673271138?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3936551899673271138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3936551899673271138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3936551899673271138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3936551899673271138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-this-waiting.html' title='Fuck this waiting'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-967899482136865892</id><published>2010-01-27T01:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T03:34:38.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a step forward.</title><content type='html'>There are crazy things which crazy people do at crazy times. It is because of the crazy reasons which others do not understand, which is why things turned out the way they are. I never saw this coming in my life. I'm glad it did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say fate brings people together. I believe in this alot now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago,  I booked the tickets for my flight to bangkok. I just knew I had to do it. The urge to see you was just too overpowering. Had I come this week instead, things would probably have been different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days after that, I left for Bangkok. I was alone, I couldn't walk, there was a cast on my leg, Pimples all over my face, and a giant tummy. But I didnt care. I knew you were gonna be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could go back in time, I'd do the same thing again. The only difference is, I'd extend my stay longer and pack more clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much uncertainty in the air. So many questions to be answered. Things sorted out themselves magically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem now is - I dont ever want to leave again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply alluring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-967899482136865892?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/967899482136865892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=967899482136865892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/967899482136865892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/967899482136865892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/01/taking-step-forward.html' title='Taking a step forward.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-6170920979402505461</id><published>2010-01-19T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:42:01.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>When things look ready and all clear to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly get another horrible setback. A problem which can be solved by money ; something which I dont have enough of. Blame it on the bad management of moolahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had known that prices would be insane, I wouldn't have done this so last minute. But then again, it doesn't matter. Crazy people do crazy things in crazy situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like all troubles could be buried under with the swipe of a card. But unfortunately, NO. I cant use it. It's as if I have a ferrari right infront of me to run away from the cops. But I cannot use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling uber suffocated and horrible. Money issues are the worst ever ; having the keys to the car, but the car isn't anywhere near. At least the poor peter parker could take pictures of himself and sell it the Daily Bugle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHO WOULD BUY MY PICTURES?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boosttwitterfollowers.com/images/money_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.boosttwitterfollowers.com/images/money_tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i need right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-6170920979402505461?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/6170920979402505461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=6170920979402505461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6170920979402505461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6170920979402505461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/01/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-7840141717211948896</id><published>2010-01-18T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T02:50:13.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCDSUqO-CMI/S1NbezleNHI/AAAAAAAAABg/PoRFc9zguQY/s1600-h/ysl-cigarettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCDSUqO-CMI/S1NbezleNHI/AAAAAAAAABg/PoRFc9zguQY/s320/ysl-cigarettes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427782560713159794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had access to this once. Sadly, I hesistated and missed the chance. I never saw it anymore. I'm not going to let anything slip by in my life now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The army has to learn to tone down and give themselves a giant fuck in the ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-7840141717211948896?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/7840141717211948896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=7840141717211948896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7840141717211948896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7840141717211948896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/01/house.html' title='House'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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/_VCDSUqO-CMI/S1NbezleNHI/AAAAAAAAABg/PoRFc9zguQY/s72-c/ysl-cigarettes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-8618217547454439362</id><published>2010-01-14T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:07:15.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCDSUqO-CMI/S07eRgfmdTI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z1eK2LbZUa4/s1600-h/28377_clarkson-cigarette-aston-630-getty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCDSUqO-CMI/S07eRgfmdTI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z1eK2LbZUa4/s320/28377_clarkson-cigarette-aston-630-getty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426518993389647154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've got the best job in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in one of the most beautiful cars.&lt;br /&gt;Smoking a reds.&lt;br /&gt;What could be better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to leave next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-8618217547454439362?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCDSUqO-CMI/S07eRgfmdTI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z1eK2LbZUa4/s72-c/28377_clarkson-cigarette-aston-630-getty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-7295738199463546090</id><published>2010-01-13T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:35:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I find it so difficult to express my feelings to you. &lt;br /&gt;Even though we're far apart, I can see you as clearly as if you were here with me. &lt;br /&gt;I said I love you, and I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-7295738199463546090?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/7295738199463546090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=7295738199463546090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7295738199463546090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7295738199463546090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-675656351251969643</id><published>2010-01-12T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:21:37.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iDrive home mYself</title><content type='html'>the ears itch like a bitch&lt;br /&gt;the knees hurt like a slut.&lt;br /&gt;hair is falling all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;the doctor promised and assured good news. &lt;br /&gt;he lied 9 times out of ten&lt;br /&gt;pimples are disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;but coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;no appetite. &lt;br /&gt;give yourself to me. &lt;br /&gt;if i could have your heart.&lt;br /&gt;it all just isnt about fun and games&lt;br /&gt;fuck my storm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-675656351251969643?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-2642224109376123552</id><published>2010-01-09T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:29:47.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its coming soon</title><content type='html'>I dreamt I was in thailand last night. It felt so real, it felt so right. But it turned into a nightmare soon. Dreams dont come true most of the time. So its all good. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to the day where I can wake up from this nightmare. I've been a good boy. I stopped smoking indefinitely. I know my doctor aint gonna play my out. Its time to fly to a far away place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-2642224109376123552?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/2642224109376123552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=2642224109376123552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2642224109376123552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2642224109376123552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-coming-soon.html' title='Its coming soon'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-3536107897499946849</id><published>2010-01-07T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:04:17.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ray of Light</title><content type='html'>Everyone says " Its not fair ". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so too. You took my life away for more than a year. And all that has happen to you is a meager 800 dollars fine and 3 months disqualification from driving. Nothing can be more unfair than this bullshit. Its not even a punishment. Its sounds more like a tickle on your pathetic toes. I dont really see how this punishment would make her learn her lesson. It just makes her more confident to get back on the road and knock another innocent rider down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls make lousy drivers. Thats why there is still no female drivers in F1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would very much like to bang your kid down and pay the 800 dollars instead. There is absolutely nothing wrong with me thinking this way. She needs to be punished even more. Its not an accident for me anymore, but a life changing event. Something that others will never understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking lawyer, you better do me justice and sue the bitch till she has to sleep on the streets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont see myself living till a very ripe age. I'll be like a banana which remains green and never turns yellow. It never turns into shit either. I want to look good when i die. Not wrinkly and bald and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never understand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3536107897499946849?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3536107897499946849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3536107897499946849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3536107897499946849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3536107897499946849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/01/ray-of-light.html' title='Ray of Light'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-6499102556493486379</id><published>2010-01-05T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:02:32.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart is not open</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GaNjCal26CM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GaNjCal26CM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is not open, so I must go&lt;br /&gt;The spell has been broken...I loved you so&lt;br /&gt;Freedom comes when you learn to let go&lt;br /&gt;Creation comes when you learn to say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my lesson I had to learn&lt;br /&gt;I was your fortress you had to burn&lt;br /&gt;Pain is a warning that something's wrong&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God that it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;Do ya wanna go higher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to try&lt;br /&gt;There's no place left to hide&lt;br /&gt;There's no greater power than the power of good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is not open, so I must go&lt;br /&gt;The spell has been broken...I loved you so&lt;br /&gt;You were my lesson I had to learn&lt;br /&gt;I was your fortress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to lose&lt;br /&gt;There's no more heart to bruise&lt;br /&gt;There's no greater power than the power of good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Learn to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;I yearn to say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to try&lt;br /&gt;There's no more places to hide&lt;br /&gt;There's no greater power than the power of good-bye&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to lose&lt;br /&gt;There's no more heart to bruise&lt;br /&gt;There's no greater power than the power of good-bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-6499102556493486379?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/6499102556493486379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=6499102556493486379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6499102556493486379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6499102556493486379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-is-not-open.html' title='The heart is not open'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-6895666617980423448</id><published>2010-01-01T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:54:47.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 please be nice to me.</title><content type='html'>I can't say that 2009 was toally bad. But thank god is the new year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to look forward here. 364 more days till the new one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, you'll see a different side of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-6895666617980423448?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/6895666617980423448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=6895666617980423448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6895666617980423448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6895666617980423448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-please-be-nice-to-me.html' title='2010 please be nice to me.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-8182255448236750446</id><published>2009-12-27T05:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T06:16:09.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Roughly about 12 hours more till the anniversary of saddest event of my life. I never knew the suffering would even drag till this date. Before that, I never knew what suffering was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It literally feels like a year just flashed by my eyes. BUT NO..it hasn't. I'm proud to say though, that I've experienced every possible feeling a human can ever go through in this year. Just imagine what I've gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this sober calm state of mind now. I truthfully say, there is nothing to be sad about anymore. Since the healing process has been so slow, it is no longer about expecting myself to recover by a certain date anymore. I'll just wait for a surpise from the doctor. The higher the expectations, the smaller the cock is actually gonna be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through chinese new year in pain, my birthday in pain, christmas in pain, and the inevitable new year in pain. What I'm really thankful for, is my family and friends which stood by me while I'm im this uber horrible and pathetic state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is the one true thing that will never leave you nor forsake you at the lowest points in your life. My dear mother showered me with so much care ; i'll never be able to repay in this life. Sometimes, it just seems like its her karma to have sucha kid like me. But still, she loves me alot. I love you Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Geraldine. Helping me to get stuffs because im unable to move around properly. Making the tastiest ever food in the world to fill my giant stomach. Cleaning my wound. I just cannot finish typing everything that she has done for me. Thank God for having her in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugenia and Glen. My sister and brother. Life would never be the same without them. As much as a hate them during most phases of my life, I'm glad and thankful they were there to make the memories sweet and unforgettable. Though my sister is sucha bitch at times, I know she looks up to me alot. I regret making fun of the guy she likes so many fucking times. Eugenia, if you're reading this, I'll still say that height does matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid brother, I call him the deaf boy because he cant listen. From my friend's point of view, Glen is just a free frag for everyone to make use of. Often the target of jokes for trying to hang out with the big boys, he still willingly helps us do all the nonsense. I'll never be able to understand how he feels like. I just hope he doesn't hate me when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of reetarded friends which I call my "brothers" most who were always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr "Shortchanged" Wong Chee Yong. This fucker has been there for me like 99% of the time. It sounds so gay, but no one in the world can replace him. Though his steady-ness has been rather disappointing over the past year, and the consumption of his cigarettes has gone up sky high,  I'm sincerely touched by your love for me. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon the LOOSER. Always coming to the hospital ward to visit my refreshments corner first and then saying hi to me. Bringing me out to smoke when the nurses say no. The endless stupid night trips and gay nights in my room. Please dont do anything foolish again. Treasure whats infront of you, for it is a gem which lies beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary the TANK. It fated that we met again in Tanglin. Though you're tired after working everyday, you never fail to come down and take me out for supper. I've put on so much weight because of you, but I still love you very very much. For the first time today, you've got so bloody wasted, while im sober staring into your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Jun Howard, always saying the silliest things about others, the vitamin pills, water bottles, no fast food, scared die attitude. You're god damn funny. And I hope your plan to live long doesnt backfire on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong Zhi Jie a.k.a " 302 "   I fucking hate you for spending so much time in my toilet installing the spy cam to see me bathe. Though you have such fucked up parents, you're still willing to do all the silly nonsense things with me. I dont regret for teaching you how to smoke. But i fucking hate you for deciding to continue doing it. You're cool. Its time to get laid. HAHA&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;And I met you halfway. Proabably the biggest highlight of my life this year. I spend my time just thinkin thinkin thikin about you. Its an unexplainable feeling. I'm sure glad it happened though. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-8182255448236750446?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/8182255448236750446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=8182255448236750446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8182255448236750446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8182255448236750446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-3069782414527567158</id><published>2009-12-27T03:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T04:04:23.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleah</title><content type='html'>When the whole point of drinking doesnt seem to be the same anymore. It feels so wrong, it feels so right. Don't know what I'm thinking about anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The urges just come so often. I can't control myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day its gonna come back and get me. Till then, I hope everything is okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3069782414527567158?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3069782414527567158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3069782414527567158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3069782414527567158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3069782414527567158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/bleah.html' title='Bleah'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-8366655380813112023</id><published>2009-12-25T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:44:43.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt.</title><content type='html'>Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;You told me how proud you were, but I walked away&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew what I know today, ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hold you in my arms, I would take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you've done, forgive all your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear your voice again&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna call you but I know you won't be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss&lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong? Would you help me understand?&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking down upon me? Are you proud of who I am?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To look into your eyes and see you looking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one more day&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you how much that I've missed you&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;It's so out of line&lt;br /&gt;To try and turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;By hurting you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-8366655380813112023?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/8366655380813112023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=8366655380813112023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8366655380813112023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8366655380813112023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/hurt.html' title='Hurt.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-3692565643509086575</id><published>2009-12-24T07:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T07:49:10.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retard-ness</title><content type='html'>I've never seen my neighbor before. But what an appalling introduction he made just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being drunk doesnt give you the license to do anything. Don't let me see your face again when I recovery. Else I swear I'll whack you up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can threaten me, but dont touch my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking shameless man. Already a father, yet doing something so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand when people say its better to keep a clear mind and be calm during a fight/argument. Well, unless the guy raped your wife, don't think, just whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is just so bad when you're pissed, wanting to hit the person, yet you're helpless because of a broken leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's christmas, and its supposed to be all about fun, laughter and forgiveness. However, What you really really need, ten carrots up your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yourself loser. Americans are just so uber disgusting, fat and rude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3692565643509086575?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3692565643509086575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3692565643509086575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3692565643509086575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3692565643509086575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/retard-ness.html' title='Retard-ness'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-740202966142474655</id><published>2009-12-23T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:00:18.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it simple stupid</title><content type='html'>Its gonna be a miracle when you get something which you want, without expecting it to come at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up.  Its no longer about meeting expectations. But shattering them.&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;" When your father was wooing me, he kept buying chocolates and made me fat "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-740202966142474655?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/740202966142474655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=740202966142474655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/740202966142474655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/740202966142474655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/keep-it-simple-stupid.html' title='Keep it simple stupid'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-4730358662305088898</id><published>2009-12-23T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T16:39:36.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucking your own dick makes you a winner</title><content type='html'>Yet another series of epic fucked up nightmares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violence, Vulgarities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to go shopping for presents. What a fucked up timing to wake up at though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-4730358662305088898?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/4730358662305088898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=4730358662305088898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4730358662305088898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4730358662305088898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/sucking-your-own-dick-makes-you-winner.html' title='Sucking your own dick makes you a winner'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-2468326091687364744</id><published>2009-12-22T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:38:10.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears.</title><content type='html'>A few hours ago, I got moved to tears after watching a really spectacular movie. First time it ever happened in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, I saw the aftermath of an accident very near to my place. All I could see was a man lying on the floor, an ambulance, police cars and a motorcycle on the road. I just felt really sad after seeing it. Just filled with so many emotions right now. Why must such things happen when its just a few days from Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope the dude would be okay. I heard the screams of pain from him as the medics tried to move him. It was very very very disturbing yet upsetting. It 5 days away from my anniversary. A year has past by so very quickly. I saw his leg. It loooked really really bad. Its just really fucked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another damaged taxi at the scene. Somehow, I believe it's the driver who caused the accident. Life is very fragile. I happened to see the no plate of the motorcyle as well.It turns out the bloke just bought his brand new Harley Davidson just Exactly a week ago. Im sure he was just expecting to ride home and have dinner with his loved ones. But such a fucked up thing had to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess im just really affected. I feel so lucky that my accident was so minor compared to the one i just saw. The most disgusting thing I witnessed was the ugly behavior of the Singaporeans. Just crowding around the area and gossiping. Fuck sick and ugly. One day, something is gonna happen to them. And people would be just doing to the same bloody thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum said earlier this year, " even though you are riding a harley, you are still not safe. If the car hits you, you're gone " It just reinforces the fact that my mum has always been right. I should have just listened to her long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are my friend, and you're reading this. Please dont ride a bike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-2468326091687364744?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/2468326091687364744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=2468326091687364744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2468326091687364744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2468326091687364744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/tears.html' title='Tears.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-7296229112316602988</id><published>2009-12-22T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:04:18.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/spit x 10000000000000</title><content type='html'>Retarded people in retarded FB saying and doing reetarded stuffs, and uploading reeetarded pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUK YEWWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the community of Blackberry users grow, its gonna cause shit loads of lag when sending messages. RIM please upgrade your servers. Fuck the lag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-7296229112316602988?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/7296229112316602988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=7296229112316602988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7296229112316602988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7296229112316602988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/spit-x-10000000000000.html' title='/spit x 10000000000000'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-5939300173476276154</id><published>2009-12-21T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:05:06.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tou Fa</title><content type='html'>I can never be satisfied with my own hair. AND neither can anyone else. Hair is the single one thing which either makes of breaks you. I don't know how to manage my hair. This is why I always end up looking like crap. There are those who have amazing hair, but they still say its ugly and not presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans please vote for Sylvia Ratonel. I honestly dont give a fuck about the whole competition because Singaporean singers will never be able to make it big. But if a Malay wins it again, they should just scrap the whole bloody competition. Time for a change in race and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took sometime to meditate and reflect on myself. I love finding faults with everything around me. It results in people around me asking me to shut up, or to stop being so fussy. One day, someone or a big group of people is gonna bash me up. But I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't strive for perfection from my own self. But I expect to see it from the works and performance of others. That's being so selfish. But it's the way I am. At least, I'm not cheap with my money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is only a few days away. It used to be an Innocent and joyous occasion. However, as the years go by, everything is no longer the same. There is a certain expectation which grows in what you WANT to see underneath those paper wrappings. Last time, it used to be me hoping to see my favourite toy. But even though its something else, I would still hug my parents and say thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, give someone a box of expensive chocolates. And what you will see isn't gratitude. You see -.- on the person's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or worst, probably be ended up recycled as a gift, or you'll get " HUH. chocolates again? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The element of surprise and the saying " Its the thought that counts " doesnt exists with the younger generation anymore. Celebrating Christmas aint the same. Like right now, What I really want for Christmas will not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck santa claus. The biggest lie created by satan himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be writing so much nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its God's way of telling me all things are possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-5939300173476276154?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/5939300173476276154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=5939300173476276154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5939300173476276154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5939300173476276154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/tou-fa.html' title='Tou Fa'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-2466410903456295129</id><published>2009-12-18T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:12:49.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of stupid things.</title><content type='html'>When you've been stuck at home for far too long. Everything changes. You'll put on weight ; muscles sag ; become pale and white ; not much new clothes to wear ; fucked up hair; thinking of very very random things; singing stupid random songs just to entertain yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like over the year, I've gotten really pissed with my computer and the Internet connection it has been receiving. I'll lag like fuck in Dalaran, DC in ulduar, DC in heroics. People complain about hearing vacuuming sounds from my lappy. And till this date, I still very much hate my lappy. Its too heavy and big. The sound card is fucked up. The inbuilt wifi chip isn't able to handle the speeds my router is emitting. Like a BBW squashing a thin little guy. All the 3 USB ports on my lappy have literally become like a Prostitute's vagina - LOOSE, Unable to Detect new devices, Rusty. I should prolly clean the ports with VAGISIL. LOL @ those who understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have the Asus Lamborghini instead of this mess. But still, thankful to have a com which gives me pleasure at the tip on my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I wasted cash on a new phone. No idea why, but the thought of having something new and opening up the box excites me so much. But BOO to starhub @ forever not picking up my fucking calls. At this rate, my BIS will never be activated on the Storm. If you're buying a BB SOLEY for the purpose of using BBM, its like buying Vagisil, but still not washing your vagina. REETARDED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go for facial, trim my eyebrows, cut my hair. And I need a miracle because I need to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming, but its different from last year. FML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-2466410903456295129?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/2466410903456295129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=2466410903456295129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2466410903456295129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2466410903456295129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/thinking-of-stupid-things.html' title='Thinking of stupid things.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-4730689199905429516</id><published>2009-12-17T01:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:33:09.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money is YenoM</title><content type='html'>Yenom looks a hell lot like VEMON. That's how dangerous money is. It turns people really evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell alot from a person by seeing how he handles money. And so far, this method of judgement has never failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is the single most important thing in everyone's lives. Without money, problems will come. It will screw up your life. You'll be unhappy. You'll be afraid of social inferiority. You can't have the best in life. And &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;no money = no honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With too much money, you'll be afraid of death. Because you can't bear to part with your money. You'll have very little friends, because you're afraid people would only stay around you to leech your money. It will be a general thinking, that the girl hanging out with you, is only doing it because of money. And thus your life is still miserable even though you have abundant material comfort. I seriously think that rich people who have no idea on how to spend their money should do shit loads of charity, instead of spending in on big houses, expensive cars, 600k dollar watches. The list goes on. Society has given you a chance to earn this money; learn to give it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the poor man with a loving family is a happy man. This isn't really true. It only happens in movies. In reality. The poor man is the saddest man on earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really worst, is when you don't really lack money, but you choose to stinge and torment yourself. The proper term to use would be " Cheapskate" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i'm not earning any money yet, and i'm still relying on my mum and savings. I am a strong believer of learning to pamper yourself. If you can never be kind and generous to yourself, you'll end up becoming a sad miserable man without much friends. Most girls say this " how can you love me if you dont even love yourself? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats so effing true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why settle for the Bus when its so damn crowded when you can spend abit more to take a taxi and enjoy in the backseat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have 2 dollar chicken rice and tell yourself you will be full. When you could spend a dollar more on an egg and extra rice and fill your stomach up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bother spending money on lousy shoes or fake ones. Good ones last longer. The mindset of buying 2 cheap shoes instead of buying 1 good shoe is pure rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been a good thing to have the best for yourself. So please dont short change yourself and end up being the topic of all jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has the the right to tell you how to spend your money. BUT everyone has the right to comment on how you choose to be so cheap to everyone around you and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be even saying such things in the first place. I feel really mean and evil. But so what. &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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCDSUqO-CMI/SykkGGxNpoI/AAAAAAAAABI/s0LnxQJpcbM/s1600-h/Photo+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCDSUqO-CMI/SykkGGxNpoI/AAAAAAAAABI/s0LnxQJpcbM/s320/Photo+184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415899714204575362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see this picture, all my problems and unhappiness goes away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-4730689199905429516?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/4730689199905429516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=4730689199905429516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4730689199905429516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4730689199905429516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/money-is-yenom.html' title='Money is YenoM'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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/_VCDSUqO-CMI/SykkGGxNpoI/AAAAAAAAABI/s0LnxQJpcbM/s72-c/Photo+184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-554232578780389657</id><published>2009-12-15T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:36:48.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was invisible</title><content type='html'>Suddenly it all makes sense. I feel like a better person after I stopped smoking. I got irritated inhaling the second hand smoke made by others. I deserve a pat on my shoulders. I hope that through sheer determination and discipline, ill be able to stop smoking even though I've fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology is so advanced these days. Sometimes, what you want is to be physically there and not hiding behind an LCD screen. Xian zai ni yian qian. Ke Shi De Bu Dao Ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for letting me know you, BUT WHY make me recover so darn bloody slow. Its like literally Heaven playing a trick on me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dont care. Imma recover soon. And ill find you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-554232578780389657?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/554232578780389657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=554232578780389657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/554232578780389657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/554232578780389657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-was-invisible.html' title='If I was invisible'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-6743592196592016759</id><published>2009-12-12T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:28:14.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tou Tong</title><content type='html'>One bottle of wine + 4 shots of chivas + 2 tall cans of beer = A messed up Oliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, I can't remember anything that happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head still hurts, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat feels like its been violated. So damn bloody sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a sad sad situation.&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;It just feels so horrible to be "separated" from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-6743592196592016759?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/6743592196592016759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=6743592196592016759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6743592196592016759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6743592196592016759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/tou-tong.html' title='Tou Tong'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-6078391308889113407</id><published>2009-12-10T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:11:16.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day where no words could be used to explain</title><content type='html'>I thought it would finally be over. There's a saying in chinese, the higher the hopes ; the higher the disappointments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still cannot understand why such a thing would happen to me. Though it sounds really silly, I believe I've been cursed by someone to never ...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall explain why. Last year, I got into an accident before I could start anything with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during april, I got admitted into the hospital before I could start anything as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and towards the end of the year once more. I thought I could wake up from this nightmare and embrace the fairytale infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out otherwise. It feels like I've found the key to every exit, but the lock changes everytime I reach it. Utter nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm thinking too much. All I need is to recover badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please buy me a new blackberry. I'll love you bigtime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-6078391308889113407?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/6078391308889113407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=6078391308889113407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6078391308889113407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6078391308889113407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-where-no-words-could-be-used-to.html' title='A day where no words could be used to explain'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-7780898900453274051</id><published>2009-12-09T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:38:04.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Hurts</title><content type='html'>Things happen for a reason. And its us humans who reap what we sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bother inviting unnecessary trouble for yourself when you know you ain't gonna be able to handle the repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptations are placed right infront of our faces everyday. You can choose to say NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna explode one day with all these secrets inside of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-7780898900453274051?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/7780898900453274051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=7780898900453274051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7780898900453274051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7780898900453274051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/truth-hurts.html' title='The Truth Hurts'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-7552622730057102877</id><published>2009-12-09T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:27:39.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong and no right</title><content type='html'>the trackball on my blackberry just fucked up on me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna change to a new one. but im spoilt for choice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared and worried about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like breaking down and cry&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;All good things come to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-7552622730057102877?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/7552622730057102877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=7552622730057102877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7552622730057102877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7552622730057102877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrong-and-no-right.html' title='Wrong and no right'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-3411174237757775219</id><published>2009-12-05T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:13:56.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EFFING GAY FUCK PART 2</title><content type='html'>The next couple of nights, CHOY came round to do his guard duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I have nothing much to say to him already after my first conversation with him. Hes old, we're on different wave lengths. He even asked me and my friend whether we had porn clips on our cellphones. Thats so effing retarded. Maybe if Seng Ying was around, he'd gladly send some videos to the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was fine, he was talking about banging girls and shit. Until he started to move his hands all over me. Its fucking disturbing. I totally dislike people getting touchy with me. I feel very violated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initally, Choy would touch my shoulders and say " Feeling better boy? You leg getting better? "&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was perfectly okay. It felt sincere. And he would touch my shoulders again when I was leaving " Take care boy "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that CHOY CHEE BYE started to go over the line. I would go down in boxers all the time. And just a cardigan. Revealing my tits for him to drool over. This time, he touched my thighs and said the same old thing " you okay boy? " It was fucking disturbing. And then he touched my arms like how you would caress breasts. " Wha. you go gym ah? I can feel by touching your arms "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, both my feet was on the table. He touched my leg with his warm sweaty and wrinkly palms " Today uncle in the doctor ( with a fucking perverted face ) . Hows your leg? "&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to push his hands away. But he was faster, he went all over my legs. Touching them as though it was a Vagina. I quickly put my legs on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its god damn mother fucking disgusting. I SWEAR. If he does that again. I'm so gonna pop his face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3411174237757775219?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3411174237757775219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3411174237757775219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3411174237757775219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3411174237757775219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/effing-gay-fuck-part-2.html' title='EFFING GAY FUCK PART 2'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-7822274406859563898</id><published>2009-12-04T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:37:35.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EFFING GAY FUCK PART 1</title><content type='html'>There was a couple of nights which I spent by the poolside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to wen jun, and this old man came over and tried to be friendly with us. HIS NAME IS CHOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initally it was okay. He was telling us about his life experiences and teaching us the right from wrong. It was good valuable and priceless fatherly advice. BUT it all turned into a fucking disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd time he saw us, he ate our french fries without paying. To think that he actually brought biscuits to eat initially. But he jumped at our fries without ASKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after he had his BA WANG CHAN, he decided to give us his biscuits. He even offered to buy us KFC. But wtf man? Any idiot knows that KFC doesnt do 24/7 delivery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-7822274406859563898?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/7822274406859563898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=7822274406859563898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7822274406859563898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7822274406859563898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/effing-gay-fuck-part-1.html' title='EFFING GAY FUCK PART 1'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-4085428351213145487</id><published>2009-12-02T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:55:50.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retards</title><content type='html'>God gave us a pair of eyes to see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see your beautiful face, see videos on the harmful effects of smoking, and most importantly to READ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some retards however fail to understand what their eyes were made for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like those daft fucks who constantly send me private messages on Slackriders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no more side boards alrdy. whatever is on sale is listed down there. ups for today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this THRICE on my bike sales thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still get fucking RETARDS who send me private messages asking " Hey bro? side boards still avaliable? sms me at ******** "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" hey bro. how much for side boards? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf seriously. Can't you read basic fucking english. The government has already made you sit through education for 10 fucking years at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go fuck yourself.&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;Well, on a side note. Someone is so beautiful. I have to see her everynight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-4085428351213145487?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/4085428351213145487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=4085428351213145487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4085428351213145487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4085428351213145487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/12/retards.html' title='Retards'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-8120510299670668040</id><published>2009-11-30T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:53:14.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>It just happens that when I needed to hear some fatherly advice, it came from the most unexpected person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-8120510299670668040?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/8120510299670668040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=8120510299670668040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8120510299670668040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8120510299670668040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-2601481680624616058</id><published>2009-11-29T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:59:03.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheres my conscience?</title><content type='html'>I'm glad that things have turned out the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick of bottling everything up already. Its not being fair to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't have your cake and eat it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-2601481680624616058?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/2601481680624616058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=2601481680624616058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2601481680624616058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2601481680624616058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/wheres-my-conscience.html' title='Wheres my conscience?'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-5702045804365501258</id><published>2009-11-28T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T04:00:27.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blee Bloo</title><content type='html'>Baby if you strip, you could get a tip&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I like you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to strip and I want it quick&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle me the way I are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need the cheese or the car keys&lt;br /&gt;Boy I like you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And let me see ya strip, you could get a tip&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-5702045804365501258?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/5702045804365501258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=5702045804365501258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5702045804365501258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5702045804365501258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/blah-blee-bloo.html' title='Blah Blee Bloo'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-551233625906543962</id><published>2009-11-26T06:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:06:01.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you fall from a shooting star.</title><content type='html'>The week is going to come to an end very quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With people like me, having absolutely nothing else to do ; sleep, eat, play, Each day passes like a minute. December comes soon, and so will my ability to walk unaided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having less than 2 to 3 months to enjoy before I go to serve the bloody nation, I have to make up all my lost time in this year within 1 pitiful month. No clue, no direction, no ideas on how to celebrate cept by venturing across the borders of this pathetic Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are shit loads of weird fetish that people have. However, some sick people have decided that getting squashed by a BBW is the best thing that could ever happen to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHk1P0RxGlI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHk1P0RxGlI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't see how this would be sexually evocative when its just plain agonising torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that, One man's meat, is another man's poison. BUT, that man is having his MEAT quite literally, at the same time, shes like a poison killing him SOFTLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-551233625906543962?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/551233625906543962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=551233625906543962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/551233625906543962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/551233625906543962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-you-fall-from-shooting-star.html' title='Did you fall from a shooting star.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-2985164950073128721</id><published>2009-11-24T18:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:54:17.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PENIS</title><content type='html'>Request for Salary Increment by Penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, the penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the&lt;br /&gt;following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do physical labor&lt;br /&gt;I work at great depths&lt;br /&gt;I plunge head first into everything I do&lt;br /&gt;I do not get weekends off or public holidays&lt;br /&gt;I work in a damp environment&lt;br /&gt;I don't get paid overtime&lt;br /&gt;I work in a dark workplace that has poor ventilation&lt;br /&gt;I work in high temperatures&lt;br /&gt;My work exposes me to contagious diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Penis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have raised, the administration rejects your request for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not work 8 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;You fall asleep on the job after brief work period&lt;br /&gt;You do not always follow the orders of the management team&lt;br /&gt;You do not stay in your allocated position, and often visit other areas&lt;br /&gt;You do not take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated in&lt;br /&gt;order to start working&lt;br /&gt;You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift&lt;br /&gt;You don't always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing the&lt;br /&gt;correct protective clothing&lt;br /&gt;You'll retire well before reaching 65&lt;br /&gt;You're unable to work double shifts&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes leave your allocated position before you have completed the&lt;br /&gt;day's work.&lt;br /&gt;And if that were not all, you have been seen constantly entering and leaving the workplace carrying 2 suspicious looking bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;The Management&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-2985164950073128721?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/2985164950073128721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=2985164950073128721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2985164950073128721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2985164950073128721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/penis.html' title='THE PENIS'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-5101217495587228929</id><published>2009-11-24T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:38:44.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Deaf Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two deaf people get married. During the first week of marriage, they find that they are unable to communicate in the bedroom when they turn off the lights because they can't see each other using sign language. After several nights of fumbling around and misunderstandings, the wife decides to find a solution. "Honey," she signs, "Why don't we agree on some simple signals? For instance, at night, if you want to have sex with me, reach over and squeeze my left breast one time. If you don't want to have sex, reach over and squeeze my right breast one time. "The husband thinks this is a great idea and signs back to his wife, "Great idea, Now if you want to have sex with ME, reach over and pull on my penis one time. If you don't want to have sex, reach over and pull on my penis ... fifty times"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-5101217495587228929?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/5101217495587228929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=5101217495587228929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5101217495587228929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5101217495587228929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-stuff.html' title='Good Stuff'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-5895076474380736598</id><published>2009-11-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:48:24.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?!?!?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels exactly like june last year. The feeling that I thought was best to enjoy your booze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather not feel this way now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-5895076474380736598?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/5895076474380736598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=5895076474380736598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5895076474380736598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5895076474380736598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='?!?!?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-7065887258480275821</id><published>2009-11-19T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:01:22.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What all girls want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCDSUqO-CMI/SwUkwJm11-I/AAAAAAAAABA/K6Sz7Bsszvc/s1600/june9cherylcolexfactor_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCDSUqO-CMI/SwUkwJm11-I/AAAAAAAAABA/K6Sz7Bsszvc/s320/june9cherylcolexfactor_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405767337359300578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it. If i was a girl, I'd wanna be like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lean but sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Small body frame.&lt;br /&gt;Large natural breasts&lt;br /&gt;Pretty face&lt;br /&gt;Ooozing shit loads of sex appeal&lt;br /&gt;a Real Fashionista, unlike Ris Low&lt;br /&gt;Shes english.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Accent.&lt;br /&gt;Can sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes cheryl cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if i was a guy, I wouldn't want her as my girlfriend/wife/ whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-7065887258480275821?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/7065887258480275821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=7065887258480275821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7065887258480275821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7065887258480275821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-all-girls-want.html' title='What all girls want'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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/_VCDSUqO-CMI/SwUkwJm11-I/AAAAAAAAABA/K6Sz7Bsszvc/s72-c/june9cherylcolexfactor_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-5718230468082572226</id><published>2009-11-19T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:59:13.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol @ Rain</title><content type='html'>The lazy bug has taken over me once more. Where is my motivation to get the sun?!?! Where is my motivation to go to the gym?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my plan to tan is to actually get more Vitamin C and D from the sun. But the side effects are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt;. I've gotten brown. Plus I was mistaken for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt; a few times. I rather be fair, white, and be labelled a junkie looking dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between being good looking, and being hot. Sadly, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; fall in either of the 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Categories&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need tons of plastic surgery to fix my face. When I'm 21, I'll go ahead with my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we don't care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-5718230468082572226?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/5718230468082572226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=5718230468082572226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5718230468082572226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5718230468082572226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/lol-rain.html' title='Lol @ Rain'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-3499842115143326625</id><published>2009-11-16T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:14:29.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Folks</title><content type='html'>1 more hour before I sleep&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks till the final month of this dreadful 2009.&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks till my family comes back from New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;4 more weeks till my final doctor's appointment I hope.&lt;br /&gt;5 more days before the weekend comes again.&lt;br /&gt;6ft the height I wish to hit.&lt;br /&gt;7kg I want to lose.&lt;br /&gt;8 days everyweek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 things which people will normally say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're still young, you have alot of time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you're not young anymore. please don't waste anymore time "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not young anymore. And I've wasted too much time. I wish I was 16 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitching and complaining so much about the plight I've been in for this year. I really can't explain how it feels to have ur legs taken away from you for a fucking year. I would just equate it to me losing my dick. Its that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love takes over. You know you cant deny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3499842115143326625?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3499842115143326625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3499842115143326625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3499842115143326625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3499842115143326625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/young-folks.html' title='Young Folks'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-3783143064034081782</id><published>2009-11-15T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:07:21.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay man</title><content type='html'>Manly Gays are just so damn fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc Jacobs. Period&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3783143064034081782?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3783143064034081782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3783143064034081782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3783143064034081782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3783143064034081782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/gay-man.html' title='Gay man'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-5690980908654669795</id><published>2009-11-14T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T04:08:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th</title><content type='html'>I didn't really wanted to watch 2012 at all. This is not my kinda show. I'd prefer something which showcases the brilliance of the human mind, or something that scares the shit out of me. Watching stupid CGI created by those sick IT nerds ain't my cuppa tea. Neither am I the sadist who enjoys seeing the world crumble into bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started at 1220 for 2012. ( Go, its time to buy 4D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the cinema was packed to the brim, I honestly feel that 2012 doesn't live up to the hype that it's generated over the months. The only thing I really thought was worth my 10 bucks was to listen Adam Lambert sing the song, Time for Miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show ain't realistic. Though no one knows how the world will actually come to an end, the footage shown on the cinema projector makes me go " What the fuck. This is so lame "&lt;br /&gt;Its a giant combination of an action movie + final destination + comedy + Gorey Scenes + tragedy + biblical referencing + love . All these elements don't really fit well into a movie like this. Its the end of the world for 2012. I doubt they'll win anything in the oscars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what the movie is trying to say is, If you live near the sea, You're fucked. And yes I'm fucked cause I live very near to the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I managed to absorb from the movie though was really good soup for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money can buy you a ticket for survival. It can make you happy and feel powerful. But at the end of the day. It's kinship and love that really matters. Normally, I'd tell myself that money is everything. But after watching the movie, I believe my mindset has changed. I don't want to die alone with shit loads of money by my side. I want to die with someone I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they could make such a movie like this, it goes to show how horrible it is to be a average citizen. Being hidden from the truth, not given a chance to fight for your own survival, simply because the rich and powerful has got to be protected first. And when everyone whom has to be evacuated is safe, you're fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life. Ironic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-5690980908654669795?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/5690980908654669795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=5690980908654669795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5690980908654669795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5690980908654669795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/100th.html' title='100th'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-694553147188221124</id><published>2009-11-06T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:16:40.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love takes over.</title><content type='html'>And i'll be loving you all the time, Its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will only make it right, With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DG/KR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-694553147188221124?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/694553147188221124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=694553147188221124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/694553147188221124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/694553147188221124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-love-takes-over.html' title='When Love takes over.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-5110683465382721817</id><published>2009-11-05T02:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:16:32.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked for life.</title><content type='html'>There are tons of foolish things that can be done and that are easily forgivable. And there's those which will fuck your life up instantly once you do it. One very foolish thing to do, is to get fucking pregnant and worst, get married after that, while you're still living your teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, the papers and recent surveys shown that teens these days think having casual sex is ABSOLUTELY ALRIGHT and perfectly normal to engage in. Just look at whats happening in the GREAT USA. Teens are already starting to have sex before they are even 16. They say that asians have the lowest sex drive compared to the entire world. Thats a pretty wrong thing to say, considering what those crazy-assed japs are doing to the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point is, If you get to see the amount of teenage mothers out there, you'll know what im talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there's ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong with getting pregnant after sex. This is what humans were naturally made to do. Replenish the dying old people with fresh new ones. Afterall, the government has been actively encouraging Singaporeans to give birth to more kids since the beginning of time. Tempting us Singaporeans with many monetary benefits simply by giving birth to a child. Only one race in particular has been following the government's advice in the recent years very readily. The rate at which they are reproducing are like, lets put it very simply, Hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, having strong family ties and a loving family is more important to them than anything else. This is something they believe in. And theres perfectly nothing wrong with it. Whereas the Chinese, in general, believe very much in building a strong career before starting a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very idiot proof thought actually. Just relate it to building a house, you gotta lay a firm foundation before starting on anything else. Otherwise, you'll end up like the latter, building the house first and then worrying later on when the house to fall apart. I'm sorry for being so harsh, but the government can only do so much to help you. The well being of your child is soley dependant on his/her parent's ability to provide. LOVE can only do so much. You won't fill your stomach by saying " I love you "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, unless you have the proper financial power to raise a child. Please don't do it. It's no longer the 70s, 80s, 90s ERA. Back then, you could start a family without thinking so much. These days, people are thinking so much before buying a 70 ~ 80k car. So if you were to bring a child into the picture, it would at least set you back a WHOPPING MILLION dollars. Unless you come from a rich family or are financially stable. Go ahead and be a hamster :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT what happens when you are not working, not rich nor financially stable, AND you happen to "suddenly" get pregnant ( in the context of a teenager 16 ~ 24) WHAT HAPPENS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally when such a disaster happens, the guy is first to be blamed. Everyone blames the guy for either being very stupid, or simply too horny and not being able to think for that spilt second. For not wearing a condom and for releasing his load into the hole. Its always AIMED at the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what? Incidentally, the girl is at fault too. It takes two hands to clap. The girl is prolly having her orgasms and enjoying a tad too much to be even thinking about the dude cumming in her. And when its all over. They just go OH SHIT. Hope dont get pregnant. -.- That hope is as small as Singapore on the world map. Just one small fucking DOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a few scenarios normally occur after this disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.1 - The clever bitch : Aborts the baby. It may seem like a cruel thought, and I might even seem like a cruel bastard for saying this. But thats the most practical and SENSIBLE thing to do. So what if it ruins your chances of getting pregnant in the future? Being a parent is such a pain in the ass these days.  Plus aborting the kid saves the trouble of even having to explain to your parents when your stomach starts to show. Once the baby is terminated, all problems are resolved instantly. Its like a paladin's bubble. IMMUNE TO ALL. kay lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.2 - The traditional bitch : The girl tells the parents out of fear. Would end up in 2 Scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Girl's dad is damn pissed off, charge the guy with rape or something horrible. Baby is either kept of aborted, depending on the girl's parents. For the guy, future ruined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girls parents are extremely upset/happy. It goes either ways. They decide to handle it the traditional way. Both the girl and guy gets married. The baby wont really suffer because both sides of parents would be able to take care of the baby as well. But for the girl and the guy, they're both fucked. At such a young age, you get married because you have no choice,  and you still have a long way ahead in life, things are bound to happen. You're fucked. Really fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.3 The stubborn bitch: Probably someone like Maia Lee ( Singapore Idol contestant ) Not revealing who the father of the child is, Deciding to raise the child up on her own. Why? Because its COOOL,  she thinks the child would ONLY need a mother's love to grow up, everyone else around her is doing it, why won't she be able to do it as well. WTF man. A fucking family can never be complete without a father. But in this scenario, the guy's life isnt fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking so much trash. The main message of this sermon is, just fucking use a condom. Though the pleasure isnt 100% but you know you are 99.9% safe from pregnancy AND STDs. Would you rather throw 1 million dollars into Big/Small, or put it in the bank and let it grow? Its the same concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, if you don't use the condom and you've got STD from your partner. You're REALLY REALLY FUCKED. There no solution to that. The equivalant of that, would be just like the lehman brother. BYEBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-5110683465382721817?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/5110683465382721817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=5110683465382721817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5110683465382721817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5110683465382721817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/fucked-for-life.html' title='Fucked for life.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-5304495333422378852</id><published>2009-11-02T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:49:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckhub-ed</title><content type='html'>The speed of starhub's internet connection has been totally unforgivable these past few days. Can't stream facetube and youbook properly. Plus the recent blocking of my fav sites. I dont what to do online theses days anymore. Fuck yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their mobile services hasn't been very fantastic either. My blackberry has been fucking up as well. BBM is real laggy. I dont get my fucking texts on time. Even fucking crackberry lags on my phone.  My batt life is so screwed up. I have to charge it every fucking day despite average amount of usage. Kai Ying thinks it looks damn uncle. Everything is just so fucked. I reckon, its time to buy another model. LOL. The endless routine of unnecessary spending of money begins once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been really into the TV and DVDs. I thought I'd never say this. But Megan Fox just oozes nothing but shit loads of sex appeal. She ain't got a pretty face. It looks fucking offensive. But every bitch in the world just wants to be like her. I suppose all the rumors of her being a guy before were made up by really sour and unhappy women. Any bloke would want to bang her. Can't give you a reason why. Its just that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.naughty.com/news/Megan_Fox/Nude_Tits_Photos/images/Megan_Fox_Nude_Breasts_photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 736px;" src="http://www.naughty.com/news/Megan_Fox/Nude_Tits_Photos/images/Megan_Fox_Nude_Breasts_photography.jpg" alt="" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://celebrityandworld.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/megan-fox118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 658px;" src="http://celebrityandworld.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/megan-fox118.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking ugly, as mentioned earlier. Sup with the horse's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anthonyparker.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/megan_fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 853px; height: 1280px;" src="http://anthonyparker.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/megan_fox.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Chicks in Leather are such a big turn on. Plus if they are riding those sexy sports bikes. Its a real bonus. woahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.divinecaroline.com/ext/article_images2/condom/durex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 576px;" src="http://media.divinecaroline.com/ext/article_images2/condom/durex.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a real long week. BBQs and what nots. Happy Birthday Shawn. Even though you're such a bitch. I still loving ya. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this rainy season will go away asap. I've gotta catch up on my vitamin D infusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-5304495333422378852?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/5304495333422378852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=5304495333422378852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5304495333422378852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5304495333422378852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuckhub-ed.html' title='fuckhub-ed'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-2060228999897283715</id><published>2009-10-30T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:25:22.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s late at night and I can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;Missing you just runs too deep&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can’t breathe thinking of your smile&lt;br /&gt;Every kiss I can’t forget&lt;br /&gt;This aching heart ain’t broken yet&lt;br /&gt;Oh God I wish I could make you see&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know this flame isn’t dying&lt;br /&gt;So nothing can stop me from trying&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Baby you know that&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s time for miracles&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain’t giving up on love&lt;br /&gt;You know that&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s time for miracles&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain’t giving up on love&lt;br /&gt;No I ain’t giving up on us&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz living is so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;When all I know is trapped inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The future I cannot forget&lt;br /&gt;This aching heart ain’t broken yet&lt;br /&gt;Oh God I wish I could make you see&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know this flame isn’t dying&lt;br /&gt;So nothing can stop me from trying&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Baby you know that&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s time for miracles&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I ain’t giving up on love&lt;br /&gt;You know that&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s time for miracles&lt;br /&gt;Cause I ain’t giving up on love&lt;br /&gt;No I ain’t giving up on us&lt;br /&gt;Baby can you feel it &lt;em&gt;(can you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I can hear it (hear it in my soul)&lt;br /&gt;So can you feel it feel it….&lt;br /&gt;You know it’s time….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Baby you know that&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s time for miracles&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I ain’t giving up on love&lt;br /&gt;You know that&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s time for miracles&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I ain’t giving up on love&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s time for miracles&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I ain’t giving up on love&lt;br /&gt;No I ain’t giving up on us&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t giving up no&lt;br /&gt;Oh I ain’t giving up on us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-2060228999897283715?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/2060228999897283715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=2060228999897283715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2060228999897283715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2060228999897283715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-for-miracles.html' title='Time for Miracles'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-1849370420496285769</id><published>2009-10-29T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:48:30.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes another one.</title><content type='html'>Many many many many many months ago. I did something that which I swore I would never do in this life. It turned out otherwise. Though I regret it very much, it's one big lesson for me to never do it AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it feels so horrible and embarassing when others talk about it. I'm like an ostrich burying his head into the ground when something bad happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the same thing applies to my friend Kelvin Loh. Both of us being such absolute retards during secondary school, ended up being with people we constantly made fun of. At least he's in love now. And he's getting shit loads of physical pleasure. For his sake, I hope he doesnt become a father anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, I saw a picture. It made me feel as clean and pure as a Virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bloke, together with his bald bitch and a kid.  One happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats like the pitfall of all men. Having a kid and wife at such a young age. Fucking horrible. Plus the kid looks like hes an offspring from a previous failed relationship. So this new guy has fallen into a very deep cesspit. Now theres no way he is gonna get out of it. And why the fuck does he choose a bald bitch for a partner. It's fucking sick and gheyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. nuff said. Wear a condom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-1849370420496285769?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/1849370420496285769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=1849370420496285769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/1849370420496285769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/1849370420496285769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-goes-another-one.html' title='There goes another one.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-7558411461908343021</id><published>2009-10-29T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T04:03:11.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel &amp; Dresden</title><content type='html'>A subtle kiss that no one sees.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to sleep and not waste the day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such a good mood for some good food. Where have all the good people and good company gone to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-7558411461908343021?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/7558411461908343021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=7558411461908343021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7558411461908343021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7558411461908343021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/10/gabriel-dresden.html' title='Gabriel &amp; Dresden'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-990014746665572103</id><published>2009-10-27T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:29:21.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red BLOBster</title><content type='html'>An epic disaster during tanning again yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any protection and just my naked skin against the burning sun, I lay there like a corpse receiving shit loads of Vitamin D and C. Probably a year since I actually went to tan myself. By December, I shall enter the swimming pool once again, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this restaurant near my house. The food they serve isn't really top notch and mouth watering. But it's the kind of service they provide, and the way the waiter cracks me up every time I see her which makes me keep wanting to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" WO MEN MEI YOU. KE SHI WO MEN KE YI GEN NI ZUO :D:D:D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee yong says, he would like to dip someone in MARMITE sauce and lick her all over. WHO IS THE GIRL MAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-990014746665572103?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/990014746665572103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=990014746665572103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/990014746665572103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/990014746665572103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/10/red-blobster.html' title='Red BLOBster'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-6973648786058809615</id><published>2009-10-26T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:27:00.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got me LOVESTONED</title><content type='html'>The new week begins. One step closer to un-aided walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question everyone is asking each other these days ; " What are your plans after NS? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can really give an answer. We just don't know what life has installed for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-6973648786058809615?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/6973648786058809615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=6973648786058809615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6973648786058809615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6973648786058809615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/10/she.html' title='She&apos;s got me LOVESTONED'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309578039697758245.post-1746266167984407492</id><published>2009-10-22T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:32:56.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decembur</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd be in love like this&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you my mind goes on a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week is almost approaching the end. So is the year, and hopefully my brutal and agonisingly long wait to walk. While my friends depart one by one for the army, I feel as if I'm an old man watching my friends pass away. Being all alone and slowly waiting for my time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main purpose of finding a partner in this life in lay man terms, is to find someone who is willing to grow old and die with you. I don't find any sense in this. Cos one party will be so heartbrokened to see the other die before him/her. While being fortunate enough to live till such an old and ripe age, you eventually experience the torture of losing a loved one. Tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe in such a thing as everlasting love anymore/yet , I believe in going with your feelings. But once the feeling is gone, everything else should end with it. Continuing a relationship without the FEEL is like giving a deadman CPR. Sif he will wake up from it. So darn retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already 20, and what you do during 20 - 30 greatly determines the kind of future you are going to have to embrace. Thanks to national service, plus further studies, will be left with less than 4 years to create my future. But then again, lets hope the world ends in 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-1746266167984407492?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/1746266167984407492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=1746266167984407492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/1746266167984407492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/1746266167984407492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/10/decembur.html' title='Decembur'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-8947136049412293391</id><published>2009-10-20T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:20:24.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hibernation</title><content type='html'>Tired, blur, Aching all over, dehydrated, smelly, effing tired kidney and liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziest things happen when the most random ideas are put to work. Yesterday was a perfect example. What a fucking awesome bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main event yesterday was actually my maid's birthday. She just turned 40, and she really doesnt look her age at all. After spending more than 15 years with my family, I honestly dont see her as a maid at all. Shes more like a second mum, an elder sister, a member of the family. Sometimes I really don't know how would life be without her. Always showering my family with unconditional love, buying nice food and snacks for us. The list goes on. Its really tough for her to come to a foreign land, away from her family, so she could earn more and send it back to her family. It is truly a very very noble act. I respect that alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much to learn in life. Its not all about plain senseless shopping and spending of unncessary money. Life has way more things to offer besides silly material wealth. There's a saying, " If you have such a big head, Dont bother wearing such a big hat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, don't try to a lead a life which you know you are not meant to have,  but can only desire to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-8947136049412293391?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/8947136049412293391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=8947136049412293391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8947136049412293391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8947136049412293391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/10/hibernation.html' title='hibernation'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-2090334738483648390</id><published>2009-10-13T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:11:26.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aino</title><content type='html'>The countdown of 24 hours begins now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my sake, and everyone elses, I fucking hope I'll hear good news tomorrow.&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;I can smell sour grapes in the air.&lt;br /&gt;The tinge of jealousy is as high as the petronas towers.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-2090334738483648390?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/2090334738483648390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=2090334738483648390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2090334738483648390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2090334738483648390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/10/aino.html' title='Aino'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-7654192314544163825</id><published>2009-10-08T05:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:07:04.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>[Tragedy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I wanted to do most when I am able to walk was to ride a bike again. Thinking back, it was a real selfish and foolish thing to say. I've escaped the jaws of death twice. And I'm real fortunate to be alive. I shouldn't toy with the idea anymore, especially after I found out what happened a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When death comes knocking on your door, all you can do is embrace it and accept that your life is over in this instance. Just like all guys have to go through NS, everyone has to leave this world eventually. It's only how, and when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we depart for a better place, we leave our loved ones weep and mourn for us. It's real tragic and brutally heart wrenching. But this is the cruel fact of life. Death isn't so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a person's departure, people get together and talk about the goodness about the person, how he was like when he was alive. That was the very same thing that happened to MJ. When he was alive, he is under the scrutiny of the media. People thought that he was a living freak show for the surgery that he did to his face. Rumors circulated that he was a pedophile. Horrible things said about him was as uncountable as the hairs on my head. Honestly, I don't really give a rats ass about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he passed on. Everyone instaneously forgave him. He was remembered for how he changed the music industry and not for all the wrong things that people thought he did. I guess even the worst of criminals deserves forgiveness through their deaths. Everyone did what they did for a cause they so strongly believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that when I eventually die, which would put a smile on many's faces, I wouldn't be remembered for being someone who talks lots of trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm talking so much trash here, is really because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine just passed away in a tragic motorcycle accident. I'm not really close to him. But why does he have to die? I learnt that his father passed away when he was a kid and he is the only child. Now she's all alone. I'll never be able to understand how his mother feels. But I hope she'll be able to pull through this ordeal and be strong. May God's presence be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Brian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-7654192314544163825?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/7654192314544163825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=7654192314544163825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7654192314544163825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7654192314544163825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/10/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-4937937942315958412</id><published>2009-10-01T06:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T06:57:03.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>Most of the shit shown on channel X is really mediocre and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the recently broadcasted wedding of these 2 really dreadful and horrible individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly see the whole event as a big money making scheme. And what's up with dumb immature human beings spending unnecessary money on sms, so they could offer their 'deepest and most honest heartfelt ' wishes to the 2 fugly morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just cheesed off because they rather feature a dumb marriage, rather than airing;  Don't forget the lyrics. At least I'd be able to see yet another person fail to reach the holy grail of 500k dollars. That'd be good humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already very bad to even fondle around with the thought of marriage. That's putting one feet into the coffin. And it's even worst when two of the most digusting people in entertainment get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has a beak as a nose, the other has a 14 yr old guy's chest and a face a white as my vomit. What there to grab, whats there to fondle? All he can do, is lie to himself that she's the best in the world. And he has no other choice, but to spend the rest of the pathetic miserable life with that thing who would perfectly pass off as a male if she had a penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to open the papers one day, seeing that they are gonna divorce because someone is cheating on the other. I know i'm such a sadist. But I honestly enjoying seeing such things happen. It makes life more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-4937937942315958412?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/4937937942315958412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=4937937942315958412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4937937942315958412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4937937942315958412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/10/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-3728379773686746488</id><published>2009-09-23T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:22:55.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOmit.</title><content type='html'>Blinded by whats only physical but not eternal.&lt;br /&gt;Lacking the basic fundamentals of common sense.&lt;br /&gt;A good laugh everytime I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Grow a pair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart stops everytime I see you sign in.&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;But its you who always says hello before i do.&lt;br /&gt;You're cool because of the things you do.&lt;br /&gt;I've never spoken to anyone like you.&lt;br /&gt;A clone of me?&lt;br /&gt;Its not gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;Because the head says no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3728379773686746488?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3728379773686746488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3728379773686746488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3728379773686746488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3728379773686746488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/09/vomit.html' title='VOmit.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-6910798565073726829</id><published>2009-09-18T05:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T05:37:35.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancitipate</title><content type='html'>In a short couple of weeks, I'm gonna find out if my life is gonna change for the better or worst. I cross my fingers tightly and hope for the best. It's time to look at things from a different angle. I thank the lord for not destroying my face or spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so random, but i honestly think Singapore Idol is just pure utter bullshit. It's a singing competition. And the best singer should win. However, the winner doesn't get decided by the judges, but rather, its the people who call in to vote. So whats the whole point of joining when you've got pure talent but no one is calling to support you. Just so retarded. Wake up from your dream. No one is gonna make it big by singing. Go to another country to realize your talents. Firstly, there is only a handful of tards who is actually gonna purchase the actual CD. When youtube is readily avaliable to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the real reason why I have no faith in relationships anymore, is the fact that something i once worked so hard for , and then took for-granted, left me shattered and heartbroken and scarred for life. Maybe it's cool that it will stay that way forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, it is where you fall, that you must stand up from and be stronger. That probably applies to other aspects in your life. But not to the affairs of your heart. I have been lying to myself all these while that I've moved on, but really, I've never been able to let go since last year. Thats what I think right now. In this sad emo state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to finish a lager before i sleep&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;I wanna go the amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your arms around me, let me whisper in your ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-6910798565073726829?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/6910798565073726829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=6910798565073726829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6910798565073726829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6910798565073726829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/09/ancitipate.html' title='Ancitipate'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-2198063595724411274</id><published>2009-09-05T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:29:23.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuffed</title><content type='html'>I swear I have the weridest dreams ever. Oddly enough, I dreamt of you last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're the first to talk to me on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-2198063595724411274?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/2198063595724411274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=2198063595724411274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2198063595724411274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/2198063595724411274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/09/chuffed.html' title='Chuffed'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-1954265759186679767</id><published>2009-09-02T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:14:54.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i look to myself and say.</title><content type='html'>Everytime something bad happens, I always tell myself. ' How nice would it be if I could turn back time. " That doesn't happen in the real world unfortunately. Life would be like WoW if that was allowed. But fuck WoW seriously. I told myself, that very soon, I'd be able to quit this god-forsaken game and carry on with real life. But it seems that I'm fated to continue with this indulgent nonsense. I just came back from the Doc's. There seems to be no end for this epic episode of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I thought that getting MRSA would be a joke. Not knowing much about the dire consequences which it carries, I went about joking about that bacteria and making my loved ones scared by saying " If I get MRSA how? I will die" What the fuck man. This is just fucking  bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it just seems like there isn't a God, nor can I put faith in Man any longer. It's pointless to go thru another surgery and add more scars to my body. It's time I write out a will, les the worst thing happens. Maybe its wrong to think this way. But it is seemingly impossible to live life so positively when everything is just going in the south direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to think about. So little I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I was told by many people who swore that Magnetic Therapy does work. They were sellling it to keep their rice bowls full. Given a chance, I would like to get in television and bring this product down and the syndicate down. Fucking bunch of disillusioned kids who are trapped by their greed for more money/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hustlers sold it as if it was a miracle product. There was even a testimony from one of the colleagues who broke his neck from a motorcycle accident. He claims that the product from the company helped in the healing of his neck. I seriously doubt it. I've been sleeping on the magic mattress for the longest time. And my condition is still stagnant. If you wanna ask if the product works? Ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck this bullshit seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-1954265759186679767?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/1954265759186679767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=1954265759186679767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/1954265759186679767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/1954265759186679767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-look-to-myself-and-say.html' title='i look to myself and say.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-1729283833775321710</id><published>2009-08-30T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:48:59.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i need.</title><content type='html'>right now, i just really want to go through the feeling which i went through after i broke up with cherin. it sounds real mental aye. but that what i really want now. i believe that, that feeling is the best way to enjoy your alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been drinking too much for all the wrong reasons. i'm pissed off. i'm like a mutant in the eyes of the public. i hate attracting the unnecessary stares. my long hair is giving me pimples all over the forehead. i can't drive. ; the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say every adult has a mid life crisis. I think i'm having mine right now. does that mean i wont live beyond 50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME THAT FEELING ONCE MORE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-1729283833775321710?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/1729283833775321710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=1729283833775321710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/1729283833775321710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/1729283833775321710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-need.html' title='what i need.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-5359048916162168484</id><published>2009-08-28T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:59:38.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my knees</title><content type='html'>I believe I've learnt alot from the ordeal. I'd be hopeless if I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Pei Shi was being such a bitch then, and I really wished she'd get killed on the road, I have decided that there's not point being angry over spilt milk. It's just a real small price to pay to see what someone is really like. I totally emphatize about the scenario you are in. So if you're reading this. Everything is fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to someone else, you jolly well know that you took the cashcard. So please don't bother denying anymore. If there's one thing you're really bad at. Its lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to start a new phase of life when I recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff of this nonsense in wanting to ride again. It's time to get a car license.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-5359048916162168484?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/5359048916162168484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=5359048916162168484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5359048916162168484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5359048916162168484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-my-knees.html' title='On my knees'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-3411436969751602167</id><published>2009-08-12T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:54:31.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant sleep</title><content type='html'>I've been told that the previous room I stayed in for 2 months was actually a place where they'd send dying people to live in. Fortunately for me, I didn't get harassed by those angsty spirits. Otherwise I'd be in a worse mental state now. Without this laptop, I'd surely end up in IMH long ago. The hospital is not a place for people to live in. That's why in the 50, 60s, people abhor going to the "Western Hospitals". They are afraid that they might not make it out alive. Thats so true man. Fucking loads of people die here. It is all but a very depressing scene here. The only laughter I can hear is those made by myself when i read something silly. Thank god I'm getting discharged tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I think that 98% of all hospital patients are just made up of old men with plenty of problems. And its really sad to see these people who once worked hard for their children's future, to end up in this state. Some of them really deserve to be there for not taking care of themselves though. Its not nice to live to such an old age, and then get some stranger to see you naked, wash your arse, clean your balls, the list goes on. Its just so wrong. I don't look forward for this day to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed one thing in common with these old people. They have ears the size of elephants. If lets say, the size of your ears denotes your lifespan, I truly thank god I have real small ears. I really can't think of a reason why people would want to live so long. Its just not liberating. Enjoy and end it early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-3411436969751602167?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/3411436969751602167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=3411436969751602167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3411436969751602167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/3411436969751602167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-sleep.html' title='Cant sleep'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-6312663731201386755</id><published>2009-08-08T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:38:42.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, I dare say that I truly gone through the most unimaginable pain ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-6312663731201386755?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/6312663731201386755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=6312663731201386755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6312663731201386755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6312663731201386755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-9090723042747138278</id><published>2009-08-07T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:17:06.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is just wrong</title><content type='html'>With a short temper and horrible emotions, I can't help but be pissed off la the slighest thing which I do not deem as proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse Day has passed by no long ago. But it seems like most of the nurses here are quite empty up there. With no EQ and IQ, they have turned into robots which follow a fixed routine daily. Thus that when they see my breaking down the other day, they could say something so retarded like " must be the reaction to the medicine" Even though they behave like robots, it takes them appromixmately 1 milion years to respond to a bloody call bell. If you claim to be busy, the hospital should then hire more nurses and create more job openings for others. I swear if i had Hyperventilation, i would have died on the spot before they came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fuck this bunch of stupid tards. Doesn't mean when everyone is doing that as a method to earn cash, you should follow and do the same thing. Thats just suicide. Just look at your face. Its fugly and horrible. It puts people off. Why would they bother to see what you to offer. Because everything about you is so plain disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i will refuse treatment if i have to go thru fucking vancomycin once more. Its seriously better off to die than go through this pain and torture. I have a limit to what i can take. I can't handle anymore. This is just stupid. Its gonna be a year. Nothing changes, Fuck my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-9090723042747138278?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/9090723042747138278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=9090723042747138278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/9090723042747138278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/9090723042747138278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything-is-just-wrong.html' title='Everything is just wrong'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-9170967358631201636</id><published>2009-08-06T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:29:40.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats been and gone.</title><content type='html'>Cause all of the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Have faded away&lt;br /&gt;Just try not to worry,&lt;br /&gt;You'll see them someday,&lt;br /&gt;Take what you need,&lt;br /&gt;And be on your way and&lt;br /&gt;Stop crying your heart out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-9170967358631201636?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/9170967358631201636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=9170967358631201636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/9170967358631201636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/9170967358631201636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-been-and-gone.html' title='Whats been and gone.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-5208561817389505660</id><published>2009-08-04T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:26:36.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh gosh. have i fallen for u?</title><content type='html'>I'm probably at the stage of my life where everything is going in the wrong directions. I'm in the wrong place, I'm uncomfortable. The list just goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything else is super fucked up. I hate being taken for a ride. And this afternoon proved to be hugely disappointing. Fucking had to fast for like almost 20 hours. Then I was told. Sorry Oliver, We have to reschedule your Opt for tomorrow morning. WTF man. Too much rage to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started talking to you. I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-5208561817389505660?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/5208561817389505660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=5208561817389505660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5208561817389505660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/5208561817389505660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-gosh-have-i-fallen-for-u.html' title='Oh gosh. have i fallen for u?'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-8968097380430234810</id><published>2009-08-04T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:55:55.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to begin. But I'm just engulfed with raging fumes upon hearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; the doctor said this morning. Fucking a million more operations to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;, and another scar to add to my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; the same thing happens. Am I just a lab rat to the doctors here? I don't know if I can trust these doctors anymore. Neither do I want to trust anyone else. This is utter bullshit. I should have recovered long ago. But its not happening. I don't give a fuck about riding a bike immediately when i recover. I just wanna what normal sane human beings would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been staying in the hospital too long that now, I totally abhor being with the elderly. I need to get out of this ward soon. I cannot cope with my mental and emotional state. Seeing people without legs, hands, unable to control their bowels and eat on their own. I don't want to grow old and become like them. Its good to die young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed feels horrible. My spine is about to crack any moment. Sleeping on a cardboard box would be better anyday. The fan seems to be powered by one hamster running on the mill. Its impossibly slow. The room is horrible. It literally smells like SHIT. And the food tastes like the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is practically nothing in this ward worth staying for. I hope I can be discharged tomorrow. I can't endure this pain and suffering anymore. Please be negative on the MRSA culture test. Otherwise I'd rather be put to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-8968097380430234810?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/8968097380430234810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=8968097380430234810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8968097380430234810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8968097380430234810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/08/rage.html' title='Rage'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-8185145213790553635</id><published>2009-08-03T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:44:57.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah</title><content type='html'>My worst nightmare happened. I checked back into AH for the 10000000th time. Seems like there is something wrong with the leg once again. I truly hope this time, that my worries are uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back into the CONDEMNED Area of ward 12 once again. All the sad old man. Unable to take care of themselves. Some don't even have much of their precious legs to cut off. I've grown totally immune to all the shit I've seen in the hospital. I'm just unable to tolerate using the common toilet. Thanks to some insurance cock up. Fucking I have to stay in this B2 ward and live with a broken fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is life so cruel to me? If MRS A decides to play a trick on me once again, I'd seriously breakdown. Going thru all that shit is like cutting ur testes cut out while you're still conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this. I wanna go Hong kong.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking jealous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-8185145213790553635?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/8185145213790553635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=8185145213790553635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8185145213790553635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8185145213790553635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/08/bah.html' title='bah'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-7102470828792014399</id><published>2009-07-31T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:16:33.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In your eyes</title><content type='html'>You have taken my breath away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another mundane day passes by.&lt;br /&gt;craving so badly for a pint and a stick of lights.&lt;br /&gt;in 2 hours it's gonna be fucking august.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still here crossing my fingers;&lt;br /&gt;hoping for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just karma for all the bad things i've done&lt;br /&gt;as i desperately anticipate to go home,&lt;br /&gt;i'm absolutely bored to tears.&lt;br /&gt;fuck mrsa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-7102470828792014399?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/7102470828792014399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=7102470828792014399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7102470828792014399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7102470828792014399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-your-eyes.html' title='In your eyes'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-342317200535615771</id><published>2009-07-30T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:03:10.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in need of a life</title><content type='html'>In most cases, everyone just wants to enjoy life as it is. Free from worries, doing the things they like. Here I am living the 'dream' , my job is just to sleep, eat and play every single fucking day. Truth be told, its just plain lacklustre and getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been a real good boy in the past 2 decades of my life. No drugs, no fights, no jail records, never been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arrested&lt;/span&gt;, no tattoos. I still don't understand why God wants to make me go through all this pain. I deserve better, though I'm fortunate enough to keep both my legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping at the unearthly hours each day, waking up to the afternoon sun, and carry on the rest of the day in Azeroth/Northrend. How I wish all these can change soon. I guess as a handicapped person, you can only try to stay positive and think of things you wanna do when you eventually recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i've forgiven you. But Doris Tay, you seriously need a verbal trashing from me otherwise I'll never be able to forgive myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-342317200535615771?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/342317200535615771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=342317200535615771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/342317200535615771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/342317200535615771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-need-of-life.html' title='in need of a life'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-6944498853820925637</id><published>2009-07-16T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:10:47.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off beyond the imaginable</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been horrible. Internet has been fucking unsteady and unreliable. I can't believe it, but I'm eating horribly little during my stay in tampenis. If this continues for 1 month, I'm just gonna be reduced to a bag of bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting really weird dreams for the past 1 week. One included Thomas Ong making my ex girlfriend pregnant and going for an abortion. Stupid aint it. Fucking random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go home and drink my Hoegaarden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate, it looks like i might even need to wait till the end of the year before the doctor tells me i can walk again. Even so, its gonna be a hell of a long time before i can be like normal again. Thats the only thing I'm looking forward to actually. Nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being left in this a predicament for such a long time. I know I am still going to carry on riding. Doesnt matter if my mother buys me a SLK or roadster. This is fucking foolish of me. But I don't care. Life is short, enjoy it while you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-6944498853820925637?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/6944498853820925637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=6944498853820925637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6944498853820925637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6944498853820925637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/07/pissed-off-beyond-imaginable.html' title='Pissed off beyond the imaginable'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-6569667741799518736</id><published>2009-07-08T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:20:32.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the rush comes.</title><content type='html'>Though Moonhub has what it seems to be the fastest broadband plan available in the Singapore market. It is so god damned fooking problematic. I swear if I was able to walk, I'd go down to one the shops and throw the bloody modem into the manager's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stability of the Moonhub connection is very much like balancing a digger on a macdonalds paper cup. I've been living with this shit far too long. It's time for Singapore to bring in something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are rumors saying that Moonhub gives you the optimal connection speed when you just sign a plan with them. And slowly but surely, they will tweak the speed, making it slower and slower. I believe this is true. Every now and then, my connection feels like I'm sitting on a turtle trying to complete a tour round the world. I'd definitely die before i make 10km. But the magical phone call to Moonhub fixes the problem. But only temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quest to stop smoking effectively starts today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-6569667741799518736?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/6569667741799518736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=6569667741799518736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6569667741799518736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6569667741799518736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-rush-comes.html' title='As the rush comes.'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-8191804327943729598</id><published>2009-06-14T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:50:39.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rip van Winkle</title><content type='html'>I'm awfully tired from getting far too much sleep than usual. Ain't it such an irony that you feel tired when you lack of sleep, and you get even more tired when you rest too much. Utter nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current body clock makes me a perfect candidate to stay in the US. I sleep at 7 to 8am daily. And I wake up close to dinner time. The fucking exact opposite. I'm trying really hard to switch the clock the way round. But there is just so many things to do at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of a new week starts. Gotta visit the doctor once more for check up and x-ray. I want to hear some positive results this time man. Then i can go put a piece of art on my leg to cover up the damn-ed scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time my mother asks me what I want, I tell her i want a helmet and a brand new motorcycle. I think its stupid to ask me that question all the time. Cos I'm gonna give the same answer. I fucking hate it when the whole world is telling me not to ride again. Before I got my license, everyone said its dangerous, and that I'll get into an accident. When i got my bike, everyone told me not to ride and sell it off. Why? Because I will get into an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking blatant nonsense. So are you all happy now that I got into this major accident. Fucking bunch of pussies. Why bother being so afraid of every little thing. If thats the case. Don't bother drinking water or leaving your bed. You might meet with a mishap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how my life is currently heading into. We as humans can only have hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-8191804327943729598?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/8191804327943729598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=8191804327943729598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8191804327943729598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8191804327943729598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-van-winkle.html' title='Rip van Winkle'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-6774838786007989761</id><published>2009-06-05T04:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T04:30:24.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish</title><content type='html'>Another week is coming to an end. While I'm at home, the time passes as if I'm in a Bugatti Veryon speeding in the Nurburgring. In the sad little hosptial, I feel like I'm driving a Kelisa along the Autobahn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've significantly cut down on my smoking, and i hope it does some justice during the my next X-ray. Even though I still have the aeroplane on my leg, CMPB isn't letting me off the least bit. I have to report to them on the 17th for some chat with the MO. The fine for being unable to comply is a hefty 10k receipt to my face. This is just fucking rubbish. Can't the government just cut some slack on the Singaporean boys. Without National Service, there will there be abdundant "vision-less, aim-less, hope-less" bunch of people fit and ready to sign up for NS. So why bother wasting the time of those who have something they want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I was born else where, probably somewhere in Europe. I'd speak some cool foreign language, have loads of facial hair to play with, buy expensive cars at much cheaper prices compared to Singapore. The list just goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the body clock changed, all I can do at night is to listen to Gabriel and Dresden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-6774838786007989761?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/6774838786007989761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=6774838786007989761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6774838786007989761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6774838786007989761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/06/rubbish.html' title='Rubbish'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-7688536723816709654</id><published>2009-06-02T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:46:53.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you read my mind</title><content type='html'>When you look back and reminisce about past, it all seems like everything happened just yesterday. 5 months have passed by so quickly since the unfaithful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took my first sip of beer since 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; march. I feel so relaxed, I feel so light and free of worries. In actual fact, we humans have been living a life full of fears and worries. There is nothing really to worry about. I've come to a conclusion that life itself should be lived as if it was your last day everyday. Then there would not be regrets anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating has got to be the biggest sin. We should all follow Nike's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tag line&lt;/span&gt;. Just Do It. I for one know that I will do all the things i like when i fully recover. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hesitating&lt;/span&gt; nonsense has got to stop. After much careful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deliberation&lt;/span&gt;, I think that class 2A might not be that important afterall. I should just stick to a RS125 and get myself a class 3 license as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is coming to an end in 6 more months. 2 years ago, I was squeezing in the crowds with Chee Yong. And I saw Singaporeans take over the roads for the first time in my life. Last year, I spent it in the hospital. What will happen this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for more Heineken and Mild Seven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-7688536723816709654?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/7688536723816709654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=7688536723816709654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7688536723816709654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7688536723816709654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/06/can-you-read-my-mind.html' title='Can you read my mind'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-6069472445757171093</id><published>2009-05-27T03:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:28:05.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staring into space</title><content type='html'>As the days go by, I find myself with absolutely nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While staying in the hospital, I desperately wanted to get home so bad. Now that I'm at home, I find myself back at square one. Although there is a major difference between home and the hospital, a much cleaner toilet to bath in, much more privacy, a comfortable bed and the love of a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and wife's sleeping schedule super messed up, we sleep at the same timing but wake up at different ones. So she'll be doing her own things and I'll be thinking of things to do. Facebook is boring, so are reading forums. I finally got sick of people gossiping and talking crap in EDMW. Most of the threads started there have no substance. It's really not worth reading into much. I stuck to the old faithful YouTube and there is nothing much to watch either. I really love watching TopGear on YouTube, but sadly, whoever is uploading the vids is seriously running out of it. I guess i have almost watched every single episode there is to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to play Dota and hop over to WOW, this is a strategic move by me. First, I can quit the game as and when i like so i wont be ignoring my wife whenever she talks to me. Second, dota is as fucked up as the real world. Composed of many moronic Singaporean players in Garena, they just spoil my game, thus leading me unable to enjoy my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; Chee yong is left with 7 days of trial, which he will not be renewing nor buying WOTLK because he said his FPS is super low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; Soon Chang does not want to confirm whether he is going to play or not. I hate people who cannot make up their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; Zhi Jie wants to play, but he has attachment. However, he will not renew if Chee Yong does not continue playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; My brother Glen wants to play, but he does not have his own account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt;Oliver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chionh&lt;/span&gt; want to play to kill time until he can go on a honeymoon with his wife. In the meantime, he cannot decide what race he wants to play for his Death Knight, and whether he will settle down with a priest or the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and wife are TEE-riously ( rgds Kris Teng, Sfactor) looking for something to do while we are Cyber-Dating. We can't come to a decision. So I hope i can walk quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you honey *Kisses*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-6069472445757171093?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/6069472445757171093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=6069472445757171093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6069472445757171093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/6069472445757171093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/05/staring-into-space.html' title='Staring into space'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-4940616622552236171</id><published>2009-05-26T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:36:10.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit</title><content type='html'>Whatever was air-ed on the finale of S factor is utter bullshit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imo&lt;/span&gt;. I just think its one big conspiracy set up by the producers to gain more viewership. The biggest beneficiary of this little sham is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;defintely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sherine&lt;/span&gt;. Now that her blog has more hits due to what was air-ed on national television, I TEE-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;riously&lt;/span&gt; think the number of people asking her to place their ads on her blog must have shot up sky high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although what I said might not be factual, but there might be some truth to it. Us viewers will never know whats going on behind the production scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standard of Singaporean girls has dropped lower than the shares in the stock market because of S factor. I guess the S stands for Stupid. Well, most of the contestant can't hold a prim and proper conversation. The level of their intellect is not any higher than most Normal Technical girls. They speak broken English. Bottom line, they can only bitch and laugh off the silliest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing they can do is clad around in their Swimsuits and making guys drool. Such a skill doesn't require any training in Primary or Secondary Schools. So what were the producers really thinking when they decided to create this show. And most importantly, who gave the all clear to let them air this show on national &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could have definitely cut costs by using someone like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PORNSAK&lt;/span&gt; instead of Max &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Loong&lt;/span&gt;. At least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pornsak's&lt;/span&gt; name has some relevance to what the shows theme is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; incredible tales at 10pm on Sunday nights now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-4940616622552236171?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/4940616622552236171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=4940616622552236171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4940616622552236171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4940616622552236171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/05/bullshit.html' title='Bullshit'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-4865909365192202305</id><published>2009-05-23T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:33:12.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future</title><content type='html'>Since I've been home, i spent some time, really thinking about what i would do to bring home the bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only real talent i have i to talk. And base on the things I would normally say, it could get me into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of trouble with the law. But the thing is, i like voicing out my opinions and bitching about other people. I cannot be a DJ for the simple fact that I swear too often, and i speak my mind. These days, everything on the radio is very practically controlled to ensure that what listeners hear is according to government propaganda. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i though about penning down my thoughts by probably being journalist, or someone or writes columns in the papers. But truthfully, the standard of my English is horrid. The most of the words i know are not ostentatious enough. I am really just good at insulting people, and attacking them with the knives that come out from my mouth. Well, it seems like the perfect job for me, is to be a judge on some talent show. However, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;credentials&lt;/span&gt; does not allow me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could have been a lawyer if i followed the correct path of life in Singapore. Now it seems as though it is already impossible. I have already taken a huge detour. There is no way to go back to the original route, unless of course, i re-take my O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I get a job which allows me to bring out my full potential in the future. I do not want to let my talent go to waste. Maybe I will be able to get some sort of divine intervention in the near future. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man in me does not want the woman to bring back the bacon in the future. But the Woman in me, thinks that there is no problem with that at all. So Baby, are you sure I'm the one for you? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-4865909365192202305?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/4865909365192202305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=4865909365192202305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4865909365192202305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4865909365192202305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/05/future.html' title='The Future'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-8784428198474977582</id><published>2009-05-22T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:15:54.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasantly Suprised</title><content type='html'>After being really pissed off at AH last night, which i really lost my cool and started hurling colorful words, I got what i really wished for, not spending my birthday in the hospital. Well, technically, I spent the first half of it in the hospital, but i still managed to get discharged and spend my birthday at home. All i can do now is to take care of myself, really really cut down on the smoking and be a good boyfriend and son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really small steamboat celebration at home. Peektures are all with girlfriend now. Baby, Chee Hong and Zhi Jie came for the lil party. First time spending my birthday with friends and loved ones. It feels really warm and lovely. Baby came with a nice cookies and cream cake, and mr wong came with a pack of Marlboro reds, something which i will try to abstain from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the 1st half of the celebration in my room playing restaurant city. Sadly, my brother is just not destined to use the level hack. Too bad man. I was really happy when i saw baby at the door, but there were two wrong things, first, i couldn't run to her and give her and big hug, second, i was doing something she doesn't like, smoking. If not for my brother and chee yong in the room, i would have hugged her until she'd burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched my brother play dota afterwards, then shared the Royce chocolates. At around 7, the steamboat started. There was really damn alot of food. The 4 of us struggled to finish it. Eventually we had to play dai dee to clear the food. Loser eats a few items in the steamboat. During dinner, i did something that i wouldn't normally do. Peeling prawns. Normally, i would leave it to someone else to peel for me, or i would just leave the prawns alone. But i peeled for my baby kay! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, went for a smoke, then had konyaku for dessert. Played dai dee all the way till we decided to cut the cake. Haha, me and baby owned in 21 man. There was one round where we were calling for ban luck! We both got it together. Then there was another time chee yong was the banker, then i swapped cards with dear so she could get a bigger number. The blur bloke didn't even see it at all. Ultimately, this is the conclusion. Chee yong is damn cunning and a bull shit gambler. Don't believe anything he says. Zhi jie is just pure unlucky when it comes to cards. Me and baby always have the cards. But other people just spoil our games. My brother glen will lose money in a casino for sure. And my sister believe in feng shui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had round two of dai dee again in my room. If not for my brother, things could have lasted longer. He's so gonna get in trouble tomorrow. First, drinking alcohol and acting like nothing is gonna happen to him tomorrow. And refusing to sleep. This is so fucked up. He needs to learn that if he doesn't sleep. My friends cannot stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, It was a marvellous occasion overall. And I'm very thankful for everything. Me and baby will celebrate our birthdays together on the third month as planned. This is to make up for the time and presents. Looking forward. Love ya baby :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-8784428198474977582?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/8784428198474977582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=8784428198474977582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8784428198474977582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8784428198474977582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/05/pleasantly-suprised.html' title='Pleasantly Suprised'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-880106639748836652</id><published>2009-05-20T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:42:18.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Beginning</title><content type='html'>We were strangers&lt;br /&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming&lt;br /&gt;What we'd have to go through&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are&lt;br /&gt;And I'm suddenly standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me&lt;br /&gt;I was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected&lt;br /&gt;What you did to my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I lost hope&lt;br /&gt;You were there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;This is the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;And I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-880106639748836652?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/880106639748836652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=880106639748836652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/880106639748836652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/880106639748836652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-beginning.html' title='At The Beginning'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-7364944036510433712</id><published>2009-05-17T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:19:59.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the cell</title><content type='html'>Michael Scofield is officially DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest mistake you can ever commit is lie infront of national televison. It's as good as shooting yourself in the head just like Sherine did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in my cell. Its gonna be a start of a new week. The only thing that is bothering me, will I be spending my 20th in this cell? I really hope not. Will things go my way and turn on fine? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lost my chain of thoughts after being interupted by the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my mother on the way to the hospital. I asked her " Will you put petrol into consideration when you choose a car to buy. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said its not important. Why bother being so calculative and make yourself so miserable. If petrol consumption is the main thing you're so worried about. Then take public transport. Now i know why she chooses only continental cars instead of japanese ones. Safety &gt; All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's right. Who wouldn't want a SLK over a Mx5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read on a forum once, this fella said, you only live once. Dont live with regrets. Spend your money as and when you like. If you have 20 bucks. Spend 20.  Then there was another guy who said. We should all learn to save. If you have 20 bucks, try not to spend it and save it for a rainy day. This led to a very strong debate. Ultimately, its your money. I choose to spend it while i still can. You can't bring your money to the coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is, make enough money for yourself to spend. However, don't shortchange yourself because everyone deserves the best. And all parents would spare to costs to give their child the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i sound so emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-7364944036510433712?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/7364944036510433712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=7364944036510433712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7364944036510433712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/7364944036510433712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-in-cell.html' title='Back in the cell'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-1275636196991235852</id><published>2009-05-17T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:29:15.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>Annoyed. Pissed off. Perturbed. Irritated. About to explode. Frustrated. Limited Vocab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In approximately 4 hours, I have to get back to my prison cell. I feel no different from a NS-man. Book out on saturday. Book in Sunday night. Since tasting heaven, i cant tolerate an inch of hell. I have i house which I cannot call my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend's internet connection has probably gotten swine flu. Each time it sneezes, the connection get cuts off and she disconnects! And it has been sneezing every few minutes. I just want to talk to her. But the connection doesn't allow. What rubbish. I bet she is pissed off as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a person who is heavily dependent on techonology. And i fucking hate it when it fails on me. If we we're to go back into the stone age. I don't know what will become of me. But one thing is for sure, I'll still love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-1275636196991235852?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/1275636196991235852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=1275636196991235852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/1275636196991235852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/1275636196991235852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/05/angry.html' title='Angry'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-8284789576949467641</id><published>2009-05-17T07:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:52:14.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At Home</title><content type='html'>I was granted Home-leave by the doctors yesterday. It meant I could leave at 9.30am and report back to the hospital before 11pm. That is so fucking retarded. It's not as if I'm serving the nation now. Why am I being deprived of my home. ?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dogs really missed me so much. And i was glad to be home. Jingle really looks utterly different now. He looks old, and hes turning 21 come December. But he is still a fucking horrible dog. His brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt; is the exact opposite of him. They both came from the same mother. But got fucked by a different male dog. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jingle's&lt;/span&gt; father must have been one real bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i spent sometime &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of my desktop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;transferring&lt;/span&gt; data over to my computer. I missed blasting my speakers so much. It was bloody loud, but i decided to connect it to my laptop and blast. Only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt; can describe how it felt like. Because he was the only one who heard the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, home-cooked food is still the best. My tongue has been tasting bland food for coming to 50 days in Alexandra. My tongue is much more sensitive now. I swear i almost taste all the sauces used to cook dinner. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really anal about the songs in my laptop. First, I fucking hate Windows Media Player. Why do people create WMA files. Can't everyone just use Itunes. Second, most of my songs were downloaded since 2003. Thus alot of details were missing. I really find it a need to fill in the missing details in the song. E.g The Band or Artist, year in which the song was recorded, the album name and the genre of the song. I just feel so fucked up is one detail is missing. It has to be in order. I still have like a thousand more song details to edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fucked up thing now is the fact that i forgot to bring my handphone charger to the hospital. And while talking to my baby, the phone died. Luckily I told her about it before the phone died. Otherwise Baby would have been very sad. Shall talk to you later then. Love ya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-8284789576949467641?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/8284789576949467641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=8284789576949467641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8284789576949467641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8284789576949467641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-at-home.html' title='A Day At Home'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-8151411134915529993</id><published>2009-05-14T09:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:25:20.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guitar</title><content type='html'>Beautiful melodic sounds made by the strums of the guitar turns me on. In total awe of those legendary musicians who were creative enough to think of new ways to play their instruments. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the biggest scare of my life in the hospital. No wonder thieves strike in the night. Sinful stuffs cannot be done in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. But i suddenly feel that i love you even more than before baby. People tend to lose feelings over time. But mine seems to grow even stronger for you :P You definitely have your ways with me. When i used to think of you last time, it would put a smile on my face. Now, i have a bigger smile on my face, and my heart beats even faster. Oh gosh..How how how?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for insurance. It saves lives. It really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend who once said that he did not want to move  to a bigger house, because he was afraid that if his dad were to pass on, he had to work and continue paying off the house loan. What an ignorant fool! There is some insurance shit which says that in event of a death, the house becomes fully paid. I bet my friend must be banging his head on the wall if he sees this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this bloody thief which stole many things. In time to come, he will definitely lose many things. He will be guilt stricken forever, and if god decrees, poor forever. Such pathetic scum of the earth should be killed of exiled out of this country. He is already quite old, without a proper job nor education. I really have no idea how he gets his money from. Must really be either from stealing, or sponging on others. Where is your backbone? Where is your pride? Are you really a man? It time to have a reality check and reflect on all your mistakes. I hope you can find a peace of mind from the elephant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-8151411134915529993?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/8151411134915529993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=8151411134915529993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8151411134915529993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/8151411134915529993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/05/guitar.html' title='The Guitar'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-1308185111351650524</id><published>2009-05-11T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:39:34.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny name</title><content type='html'>There is this particular nurse in my ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks Korean. She has those small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; eyes. But with very obvious double eyelid marks. Probably done in Korea, a place made famous for transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;Then she has this crazy curls for her hair. I really can't make out what sort of hair cut she had. But it sure as hell looks like a bird nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, maybe a Korean bird nest. She has been wearing the mask for the whole time since i got transferred here. She can't speak proper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;. She has all the makings of a Korean. So what would a KOREAN be doing as a nurse in ALEXANDRA HOSPITAL when i bet working conditions are way better back in her hometown. I really can't fathom if shes really an authentic Korean. One thing's for sure, she couldn't have came from the north side. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth finally came to light this morning while i was waiting for my turn to shower. So her name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YALI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;. A fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TIONG&lt;/span&gt;. I was tricked all this while! So what her name really means is, " SO STRESSED" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;! It just suits her perfectly. She has to be really stressed working in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; hell-like place. And i guess that is also why her hair became a mess. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, It's actually quite similar to Einstein's. The whole thing just fits together perfectly like bread and butter. You know what she should really do? Go find David Gan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill try to get some shots of her when shes not looking tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tiongs&lt;/span&gt;. Me and baby had our lungs infected with the scent of China man yesterday. He just exited the lift and we had to go in and tolerate the stench for until we reached the 3rd level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cursing and swearing in the lift the whole journey. Fucking smelt like crap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;. Go body shop and invest in some decent smelling shower gel. Fuck it with the china bar soap you use to bathe. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; matter if u earn very little. I believe this sort of money should not be saved. How can you even expect a prostitute to endure such an odor. I bet she'd gladly turn you down and save her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect sentence to describe the damage the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stench&lt;/span&gt; does to the lungs would be, " Smoking a carton of cigarettes in one day, or inhaling carbon monoxide from a car's exhaust wouldn't deal as much damage to the lungs as compared to inhaling a china man's BO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-1308185111351650524?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/1308185111351650524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=1308185111351650524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/1308185111351650524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/1308185111351650524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-name.html' title='Funny name'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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-6309578039697758245.post-4346048137829656822</id><published>2009-05-10T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:59:15.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan Ross</title><content type='html'>British humor is really cracking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to do make Lady Gaga angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poke her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309578039697758245-4346048137829656822?l=sexyspyder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/feeds/4346048137829656822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6309578039697758245&amp;postID=4346048137829656822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4346048137829656822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309578039697758245/posts/default/4346048137829656822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyspyder.blogspot.com/2009/05/jonathan-ross.html' title='Jonathan Ross'/><author><name>Oli Chi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104143177807877233</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>
