<?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-2919202502496237699</id><updated>2011-08-28T19:17:26.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alexxe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-7561159108643134703</id><published>2011-04-16T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T11:20:36.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic Curse - Fact or Fiction</title><content type='html'>Was the disaster caused by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an Egyptian Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying in the Cargo hold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 12th April 1912 the Titanic was crossing the Atlantic on her way to New York on her maiden voyage. All seemed to be going well on the voyage. A group of eight people gathered in the first class smoking room to discuss the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the group was William T Stead , the English journalist and Spiritualist. As the evening progressed Stead began to tell a ghost story which would open the flood gates to legends and myths surrounding the Titanic and her sinking for decades to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He boasted that he was not superstitious as he pointed out that his story began before midnight on the 12th April and ended shortly after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story concerned the finding of an Egyptian Mummy and the translation of the inscription on the Mummy's case. The inscription warned that whoever should verbally recite the inscription would meet a very violent death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven other members listened with sinister curiosity. Could Stead have been serious? Was there such a curse? Where was the Mummy - surely not onboard the ship they were travelling on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven men out of the eight went down with the ship, including Stead himself although he had already had a premonition about his death some time before. The only survivor from the group was Fred Seward , who later when asked about the Mummy story told them that he would never dare retell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years there have been many different accounts of the Mummy's curse but after careful research the answer seems quite clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I can conclude it is important to retell the Mummy's curse as frequently told from various sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mummy's Curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess of Amen-Ra lived some 1,500 years before Christ. When she died, she was laid in an ornate wooden coffin and buried deep in a vault at Luxor, on the banks of the River Nile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late 1890s, four rich young Englishmen visiting the excavations at Luxor were invited to buy an exquisitely fashioned Mummy case containing the remains of Princess of Amen-Ra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drew lots. The man who won paid several thousand pounds and had the coffin taken to his hotel. A few hours later, he was seen walking out towards the desert. He never returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, one of the remaining 3 men was shot by an Egyptian servant accidentally. His arm was so severely wounded it had to be amputated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man in the foursome found on his return home that the bank holding his entire savings had failed. The fourth suffered a severe illness, lost his job and was reduced to selling matches in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the coffin eventually reached England (causing other misfortunes along the way), where a London businessman bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three of his family members had been injured in a road accident and his house damaged by fire, the businessman donated it to the British Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the coffin was being unloaded from a truck in the museum courtyard, the truck suddenly went into reverse and trapped a passer-by. Then as 2 workmen were lifting the casket up the stairs, 1 fell and broke his leg. The other, apparently in perfect health, died unaccountably two days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the Princess was installed in the Egyptian Room, trouble really started. The Museum's night watchmen frequently heard frantic hammering and sobbing from the coffin. Other exhibits in the room were also often hurled about at night. One watchman died on duty. Other watchmen wanting to quit. Cleaners refused to go near the Princess too. When a visitor derisively flicked a dust cloth at the face painted on the coffin, his child died of measles soon afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the authorities had the Mummy carried down to the basement figuring it could not do any harm down there. Within a week, one of the helpers was seriously ill, and the supervisor of the move was found dead on his desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, the papers had heard of it. A journalist photographer took a picture of the Mummy case and when he developed it, the painting on the coffin was of a horrifying, human face. The photographer was said to have gone home then, locked his bedroom door and shot himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon afterwards, the museum sold the Mummy to a private collector. After continual misfortune (and deaths), the owner banished it to the attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well-known authority on the occult, Madame Helena Blavatsky , visited the premises. Upon entry, she was sized with a shivering fit and searched the house for the source of an evil influence of incredible intensity; She finally came to the attic and found the Mummy case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you exorcise this evil spirit? Asked the owner. There is no such thing as exorcism. Evil remains evil forever. Nothing can be done about it. I implore you to get rid of this evil as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no British museum would take the Mummy; the fact that almost 20 people had met with misfortune, disaster or death from handling the casket, in barely 10 years, was now well known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, a hard headed American archaeologist (who dismissed the happenings as quirks of circumstance), paid a handsome price for the Mummy and arranged for its removal to New York. In Apr 1912, the new owner escorted its treasure aboard a sparkling, new White Star liner about to make its maiden voyage to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night of April 14, amid scenes of unprecedented horror, the Princess of Amen-Ra accompanied 1,500 passengers to their deaths at the bottom of the Atlantic. The name of the ship was of course, the R.M.S. TITANIC ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some accounts of the story go on to say that the American collector bribed the crew of the Titanic to put the Mummy in a lifeboat and was smuggled onboard the Carpathia when she picked up the Titanic survivors and landed safely in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In America the Mummy continued to bring tragedy to those that handled the coffin and so it was shipped back to Europe on the Empress of Ireland which then sank with the loss of 840 passengers on the 29th May 1912.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the Mummy was saved again. The collector decided to ship the coffin back to Egypt on a third ship, the Lusitania. The ship was torpedoed by a German submarine. What happened after that is not known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT OR FICTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the Mummy of the Princess of Amen-Ra onboard the Titanic and did she sink her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short NO to both questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole story is nothing but an elaborate ghost story created by two over-imaginative minds of William Stead and Douglas Murray .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually made up two distinct stories. The first concerned an acquaintance of theirs who acquired an Egyptian Mummy and displayed it in his drawing room. But the morning after setting it up all breakable items in the room were smashed up. Each time the Mummy was moved all pieces of breakables were broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second story followed a visit to the British Museum. They saw the coffin lid of the Priestess of Amen-Ra and imagined a coffin whose picture on the front was one of sheer terror and anguish in the face depicted on it. The coffin's original occupant was a tormented soul and her evil spirit was loose in the world to bring misery to those who got in her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stead and Murray sold their story to the press who were not bothered about publishing the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE UNLUCKY MUMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be examined as to what prompted Stead and Murray to concoct the stories. Was there any truth in what they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following many investigations the Mummy in question has been nicknamed the "Unlucky Mummy" because it has acquired a reputation for bringing misfortune, injury, death and large scale disasters (including the Titanic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many writers on the internet like to give the impression that the British Museum cannot or will not explain the curiosity behind the "Unlucky Mummy". This is simply not true . Since the British Museum exhibits the coffin lid of Priestess of Amen-Ra in Room 62 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following my investigations I spoke to Mr. John Taylor , curator of the Egyptian Artefacts who consolidated the facts known about the "Unlucky Mummy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Unlucky Mummy" is not a Mummy at all. It is a painted wooden "Mummy-board" or inner coffin lid (about 162 cm tall). The British Museum display the case under EA 22542 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lid was found at Thebes. Its shape and the style of decoration dates to the late 21st or early 22nd Dynasty (c.950-900 BC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is thought that the coffin would have contained a woman because the picture on the lid depicts a beardless face and the position of the hands with fingers extended illustrates a lady not a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The identity of the person is not known because the hieroglyphic inscriptions contain only short religious phrases and do not give any indication who she was. However, the rich quality of the lid suggests that she would have held quite a high rank ( A Wallis Budge , Keeper of Egyptian and Assyrian Antiquities from 1894 to 1924 thought she was of Royal blood but this has never been known or proved).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her stature in life was not dissimilar to those ladies who participated in the musical accompaniments to the rituals in the temple of Amen-Ra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this connection the "Unlucky Mummy" earned the name "Priestess of Amen-Ra" and indeed was described as such in early British Museum publications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffin lid was presented to the British Museum in July 1889 by Mrs. Warwick Hunt , on behalf of her brother Arthur F. Wheeler . It was displayed in the "First Egyptian Room" of the Museum as early as 1890.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be pointed out that the lid has not been moved since (except for war times when it safety was at risk and for special exhibitions abroad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT HAS THIS TO DO WITH THE TITANIC MUMMY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is clear that the story of the Priestess of Amen-Ra has been mixed and confused with the concocted supernatural tale of Stead and Murray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was given more credit when the survivor from the Titanic told how Stead had told his story on the 12th April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in 1985 Charles Haas , President of the Titanic Historical Society gained access to the original Titanic's cargo manifest only to find no mention of a Mummy. In Haas' words "the cargo manifest throws those myths right out of the window".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no Mummy on board the Titanic. The only Mummy in question was the Priestess of Amen-Ra. Her coffin lid did not leave its display in the British Museum and so was never onboard the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the British Museum was never presented with the actual Mummy. Mr Taylor and the Egyptian Artefacts team think it is most probable that the Priestess' remains were left behind in Egypt. It is perhaps this fact that William Stead used to concoct his macabre tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the Priestess herself perhaps we will never know what happened to her!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Taken from http://www.titanicandco.com/curse.html "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-7561159108643134703?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/7561159108643134703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/7561159108643134703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2011/04/titanic-curse-fact-or-fiction.html' title='Titanic Curse - Fact or Fiction'/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-4569008864782268818</id><published>2009-07-09T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:21:58.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Larry , live in my heart forever</title><content type='html'>Michael , which start with M , the first word flash of my mind , absolutely Music . Tell me , who can live without music ? Michael's talent in his creation of his music , which is immortality lived in my heart . In a lot of ways , Michael was my childhood . His music lighten up my saddened emotional , he turns sad to happy , when i was down , his music is always the songs that can drag me out of the saddening moment .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will dearly miss him , RIP Michael Jackson .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-4569008864782268818?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/4569008864782268818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/4569008864782268818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2009/07/larry-live-in-my-heart-forever.html' title='Larry , live in my heart forever'/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-1001546253300305420</id><published>2009-03-11T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:40:09.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny joke !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boy sees his mum and dad having sex! Dad says "were making you a brother" Boy replies " do her doggy style i rather have a puppy."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-1001546253300305420?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1001546253300305420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919202502496237699&amp;postID=1001546253300305420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/1001546253300305420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/1001546253300305420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-joke.html' title='funny joke !!'/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-5510606579447577234</id><published>2009-01-21T03:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:37:11.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspire to inspire before you expire ...</title><content type='html'>it was midnight , 2.45 am ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am inside my room , once again , can't sleep on my bumpy bed since i came back from ipoh . Dad call me , around 11pm .. i pick it up , we had talk for 10mins , he sounds extremely frustration , i remain silents and listen to him . Please , don't misunderstand , he is not scolding me ... Everyone needs talk .. complains , dissatisfaction of some1 or gloomy ... my dad choose to talk to me . glad to receive his call ...To be honest , this is the first time i heard , he is so much unhappy in his job , and the burden on his shoulder , he is just a high-school add-math teacher (apparently he is talent in add-math , and i m respect and proud of him ) , and he own small tuition center . But , the responsibility that he have to carry with , is beyond his calculation , although he is perfect in math ... before i and my sister graduated from high school , my dad , he can eat , spent , or buy whatever he want , cause we both still haven attend to college yet . arghh ! i recall something , there is one day , my daddy and i passing by a road , i saw a MPV there , it was TOYOTA ESTIMA . i ask him , why dad don't change your car (actually i like this car ..if he buy it , i will the authorized to drive it too ) . He stopped by , and hesitated for a while .. i never see my dad in my life , look at a car like that . i do know he like it . But he walked away . I follow and take the chance to promote on it ..like a car seller ... That time i was 17/18 if i have no mistaken .. He still can afford it , i know . His decision was right , he change topic , and obviously i stop .&lt;br /&gt;Now , after one year plus , me and my sister is in the college now . Inti College and Taylor college .. wooo ... for mostly inti-an or taylorian , they enjoy their life and have no worry with their dad's wallet . And me , i did it when i came here , in my sem1 and sem2 .. (not so bad huh ? )&lt;br /&gt;When my dad's friend ask 'where is your daughter and son ?' , they asked because we were quite 'famous' in school last time ...(that is another story )&lt;br /&gt;son at inti , daughter at taylor ... lol ... 'Ah Tan so rich 1 arkk ..?' they will ask like that ... oh ..u thought with this admiration , my dad will show lanci face ?&lt;br /&gt;NO , i know him . I think at that moment , maybe he is covering his broken shirt , or pants , those he worn it more than 10years .. (sry , author is cry now , give me a minute ). And he just , no , i am working hard to let my child get the best knowledge at a better college . &lt;br /&gt;Well , can u guys tell me , can a high school teacher afford their kids college fees?&lt;br /&gt;I can show the figure of both of us , a roughly amount my dad have to carry on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (bad son)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-per sem , i spent 3-4k on my college fees .&lt;br /&gt;-per month , i spent around 1k on my accommodation and living .&lt;br /&gt;- i ask for more , when i back to ipoh , having my stupid holiday , but actually is wasting my dad's money . For 3 month , i put it as 1k .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR 3 MONTH  =&gt;  3.5k + 3k + 1k = 7.5k&lt;br /&gt;divide it , monthly spent is 2.5k .&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUKKK ???&lt;br /&gt;THIS is only for his son ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter ? no .. i not willing to know , and i did't ask , but what i know , taylor fees is much more expensive then my college .. somehow she is doing her medical subject .... @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor dad .... He ask me , take any study loan , don't use my creditcard , don't drive often , prepare b4 exam , dont get repeat , and u don't need a girlfriend ..(gf made me spent double ,mayb triple )&lt;br /&gt;ok .. well dad .. i did all of this .. except the loan ...fuk ! i don't have the chance to apply it , everytime i check on it , it goes deadline .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex arkk alex ...... i was thinking at this moment , can i have the chance to study oversea ? due to the family financial problems ... For now , my dream won't happen ..&lt;br /&gt;Future ? i mean after my diploma ..that is depends on my poor dad (80%) , and of course myself (20%)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-5510606579447577234?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5510606579447577234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919202502496237699&amp;postID=5510606579447577234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/5510606579447577234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/5510606579447577234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2009/01/aspire-to-inspire-before-you-expire.html' title='Aspire to inspire before you expire ...'/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-6367138266431799492</id><published>2009-01-12T06:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:42:26.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keke ... made sure u r 18+</title><content type='html'>A first-grade teacher, Ms Anna (Age 22 ) was having trouble with one of her students.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked the boy, 'what is your problem?'&lt;br /&gt;The boy answered, 'I'm too smart for the first-grade. My sister is in the third-grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the third-grade too!'&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna had enough. She took the boy to the principal's office. While the boy waited at the reception of the office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was.&lt;br /&gt;The principal told Ms Anna he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the first-grade and behave.&lt;br /&gt;The boy was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;Principal: 'What is 3 x 3?' Boy: '9'.&lt;br /&gt;Principal: 'What is 6 x 6?' Boy: '36'.&lt;br /&gt;So it went with every question the principal thought a third-grade should know The principal looks at Ms Anna and tells her, 'I think Boy can go o the third-grade. '&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna says to the principal, 'I have some of my own questions, can I ask him?' The principal and Boy both agree.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna asks, 'What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: after a moment 'Legs.'&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna: 'What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?'&lt;br /&gt;Boy: 'Pockets.'&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna: 'What starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid'?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: 'Coconut'&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna: 'What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky'?&lt;br /&gt;The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer, the boy was taking charge.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: 'Bubblegum'&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna: 'What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs'?&lt;br /&gt;The principal's eyes open really wide again and before he could stop the answer..&lt;br /&gt;Boy: 'Shake hands'&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna: 'Now, I will ask some who am I sort of questions, ok?'&lt;br /&gt;Boy: 'Yep.'&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna: 'You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do.'&lt;br /&gt;Boy: 'A tent'&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first.&lt;br /&gt;The Principal was looking restless and a bit tense He took one large Vodka peg.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: 'Wedding Ring'&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna: I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Nose&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Arrow&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna: What word starts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' that means lot of heat and excitement?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Firetruck&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna: What word starts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' &amp; if you dont get it you have to use your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Fork&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna: What is it that all men have one of. It's longer on some men than on others, the pope does not use his, and a man gives it to his wife fter they are married?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Surname&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anna: What part of the man has no bones but has muscles, lots of veins and loves pumping?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: 'Heart'&lt;br /&gt;The principal breathed a sigh of relief and said to the teacher : 'Send this boy to Stanford University; I myself got all the answers wrong'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-6367138266431799492?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/6367138266431799492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/6367138266431799492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2009/01/keke-made-sure-u-r-18.html' title='keke ... made sure u r 18+'/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-696811125584581673</id><published>2009-01-12T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:16:18.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why men and woman SUCK at Relationships ??</title><content type='html'>Equally, men and women want what they had before they sealed the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men want a "girlfriend" who will and always will be that cool girl who understands everything, gives him freedom and hangs out with him just like one of the boys yet who gives him an image and a reason to be alone with him at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women want a "boyfriend" who brings her romance and who showers her with attention and complements.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put 1+1 together, it becomes a disaster for both parties. It seems almost the same needs but the similar needs butt heads just as friends who are too similar can never be the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men carry too many double-standards in the women they ultimately want to be with. Men want their women to be the most sexiest woman alive yet they cannot stand it when another man looks at her in the same way so they demand their women to act and look a certain way in front of others yet they complain whether she is looking and acting too sexy or too homely. Men usually fall head over heels for a woman who is a complete care-giver, a woman who is always smiling and kind beyond compare yet when a woman is too much in their eyes, she's a complete pushover who is not worth the challenge. Where is the medium for women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women also carry too many double-standards in the men they ultimately want to be with. Women want their men to be the most caring and thoughtful person yet they cannot stand it when another woman feels the same way about their man because he might be "too giving" and "too nice" to random strangers who are especially women. Women usually fall for men who are mysterious but yet they beg their men to "TALK." Where is the medium for men?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men and women suck at relationships because they fail to understand that what they need just as any human being needs to be fulfilled, is balance. It's a balance of push and pull. It's a level of neediness and selfishness as well as jealousy and competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it is always about greed and pride. Who brings this about when we are self-doubting or doubting the ones we want to be in a relationship with? The people around us. It is our family and friends. They want the best for us, but they feed us such biased input. Our closest people who we go to for the best advice give us the WORST advice and we really want to believe them. They only hear and see what we tell them. The people around us feed us disgusting pity and self-righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so much easier to deal with pain of a significant-other when we acknowledge what our friends and family have conjured up. It is easier to deal with the pain when we believe we were so much better than her or him. Have you ever thought about what was wrong with you and what you did wrong? Honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men and women always have that pride that they sacrificed so much in their own ways...and they actually did, but men and women equally want to believe that there will be another better person for them because they deserve it because it's the easiest way out of someone not wanting them the way they wanted another. It makes us feel more worthy and secure. That is why men and women SUCK at relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over it. You suck, he sucks, she sucks, everybody sucks...just acknowledge that everybody sucks and we can finally get over our planned narcissism of being in a self-deserved relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-696811125584581673?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/feeds/696811125584581673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919202502496237699&amp;postID=696811125584581673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/696811125584581673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/696811125584581673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-men-and-woman-suck-at-relationships.html' title='Why men and woman SUCK at Relationships ??'/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-36761834332361040</id><published>2008-10-31T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T03:37:19.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jz finish heroes ...</title><content type='html'>okay ...i was just finish season 3 , episode 7 ...&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking and esteem , whats a great serial movie that heroes's director , Jeannot Szwarc hv make ... !! he is a talented director who knows wheres the camera puts ... and u , the heroes writer , jesse alexander =) , hv write a such interesting script ... =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WowWWOoWWWoo !! It was jz exciting and attracting ...&lt;br /&gt;god ...it will b very agony ...cant imagine if the heroes ends b4 season 10 ( a bit dreamful ) The new " villain " was not really cool enuf ... the two mans who helping Arthur Petrelli , the 1 absorb fears ..and eletrical power was just not perfect enought ... i don't wan to see that arthur controls every1 ..seems like nth can stop him since he got adams power (bastard ...my favorite adam...gone .. , thanks to hiro ) and his permanent power absorber that have to face to face to be done ( i tell u , it is gay enough ! ) ...  another of my favorite ..peter ..his power is the mostly unique one ..  , it will b a bit unfair if peter lose his power .. &lt;br /&gt;Another thing ... y peter's father dun take parkman's dad power before he changing his neckbone position =) Quote ' thx u moury .. for all urs sacrifice ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOL ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQoJ-JOHeYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4khNmB6n7A8/s1600-h/1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQoJ-JOHeYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4khNmB6n7A8/s320/1212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263030077767514498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a talent I have for the way things work, how the parts should go."&lt;br /&gt; ~ sylar phrase .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-36761834332361040?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/feeds/36761834332361040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919202502496237699&amp;postID=36761834332361040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/36761834332361040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/36761834332361040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2008/10/jz-finish-heroes.html' title='jz finish heroes ...'/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQoJ-JOHeYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4khNmB6n7A8/s72-c/1212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-7995997795067766982</id><published>2008-10-28T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T03:54:51.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh and bloody photo that hard to get on web ...  ngek ngek ngek ngek ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQoPiaoWzKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zlwRDw-S8Tk/s1600-h/do+i+look+good+in+this-++.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQoPiaoWzKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zlwRDw-S8Tk/s320/do+i+look+good+in+this-++.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263036198474402978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it looks like wafer ? u wan some ? =)&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaaaa &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQoQJth538I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_eOE5TihwYI/s1600-h/braaaaains!!!!+mmmmmm!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQoQJth538I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_eOE5TihwYI/s320/braaaaains!!!!+mmmmmm!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263036873562513346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmmmm..... BRAAAAAIIINS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-7995997795067766982?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/feeds/7995997795067766982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919202502496237699&amp;postID=7995997795067766982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/7995997795067766982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/7995997795067766982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2008/10/fresh-and-bloody-photo-that-hard-to-get.html' title='fresh and bloody photo that hard to get on web ... &lt;br&gt; ngek ngek ngek ngek ....'/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQoPiaoWzKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zlwRDw-S8Tk/s72-c/do+i+look+good+in+this-++.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-6508399825684025918</id><published>2008-09-21T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:32:48.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa--hcthwI/AAAAAAAAADs/TVpNmLYgTFM/s1600-h/DSC07390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa--hcthwI/AAAAAAAAADs/TVpNmLYgTFM/s320/DSC07390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262103195968964354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa-25jtkKI/AAAAAAAAADk/_Qwe1pkWDfQ/s1600-h/DSC07383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa-25jtkKI/AAAAAAAAADk/_Qwe1pkWDfQ/s320/DSC07383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262103065001824418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my 19th birthday ^^&lt;br /&gt;lol ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-6508399825684025918?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6508399825684025918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919202502496237699&amp;postID=6508399825684025918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/6508399825684025918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/6508399825684025918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-19th-birthday-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa--hcthwI/AAAAAAAAADs/TVpNmLYgTFM/s72-c/DSC07390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-8334614788245760671</id><published>2008-09-20T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:17:58.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm teach u some excuses of ponteng ...&lt;br /&gt;it's working !! i m sure that ur lecturer will mad with tis =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;最體面的理由&lt;br /&gt;："Saya takut la cikgu! Terlalu handsome, manyak perempuan tengok saya"&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;最實事求是的理由&lt;br /&gt;："Cikgu terlalu hodoh! Saya tak tahan tengok!"&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;最拍馬屁的理由&lt;br /&gt;："Cikgu terlalu cantik~~~ Saya takut saya tak boleh tahan juga..."&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;最無聊的理由&lt;br /&gt;："Kawan sebelah maja tak mau cakap dengan saya"&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;最是理由的理由&lt;br /&gt;："Kawan saya belanja makan...Bayar hutang..Cikgu mau saya pinjam kasi u?"&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;最Cheap的理由&lt;br /&gt;："Saya tolong nenek saya pindah rumah"&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;最蠻橫的理由&lt;br /&gt;："Tak syok! Tarak feel!"&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;最無奈的理由&lt;br /&gt;："Stokin saya baru cuci semalam..belum kering..tak pakai pigi sekolah tak boleh....."&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;最丟面子的理由&lt;br /&gt;："Tadi nampak leng lui di atas jalan...Tak nampak jalan dan jatuh dalam longkang....."&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;最受挫折的理由&lt;br /&gt;："Girlfren tak mau saya.... Cikgu....!! saya manyak sakit hati!!!" （保證老师狂哭)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-8334614788245760671?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8334614788245760671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919202502496237699&amp;postID=8334614788245760671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/8334614788245760671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/8334614788245760671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmm-teach-u-some-explaination-of.html' title=''/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-259616309004296480</id><published>2008-09-18T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:46:49.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm .....it was a tired day for me ...  have been 10 hours staying at school ... the last class ... waking me up ...  ... my classmate , manoo being a joker in the mathx class ..and all of us jz keep laughing there ... included the elizabeth , our lecturer ^^&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; tis fella &lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SNI6os9KuWI/AAAAAAAAADE/1oGzG9osK3o/s1600-h/ngek+ngek.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SNI6os9KuWI/AAAAAAAAADE/1oGzG9osK3o/s320/ngek+ngek.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247320986776942946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manoo ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-259616309004296480?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/feeds/259616309004296480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919202502496237699&amp;postID=259616309004296480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/259616309004296480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/259616309004296480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SNI6os9KuWI/AAAAAAAAADE/1oGzG9osK3o/s72-c/ngek+ngek.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-9118770727676955701</id><published>2008-09-04T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:57:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>URGENT !!  GIRL-Friend needed !! ~~</title><content type='html'>GirlFriend Vacancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name :&lt;br /&gt;   Friendster Add:&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;br /&gt;   number of Ex BF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please send all ur details to callmefather@gmail.com  !! this is not a joke !! i am serious i hiring my girlfriend !! good remuneration !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requirement :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Pierce tounge / belly&lt;br /&gt;   2. Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;   3. Short Hair&lt;br /&gt;   4. Bracer (As long as you got wear before or wearing now)&lt;br /&gt;   5. A sweet sound like Cheong Pak Chi&lt;br /&gt;   6. Good looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you hit any two of the above conditions , you are encouraged to apply !! Never has any of the terms above is welcome to apply too , i will set you as waiting list !! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: a good boy fren like me is hard to find !! so hurry up apply for it xP !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-9118770727676955701?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/feeds/9118770727676955701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919202502496237699&amp;postID=9118770727676955701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/9118770727676955701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/9118770727676955701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2008/09/urgent-girl-friend-needed.html' title='URGENT !!  GIRL-Friend needed !! ~~'/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-608129438288503670</id><published>2007-09-28T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:10:50.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logical Thinking ~</title><content type='html'>1. If your father is a poor man , it is your fate but , if your father-in-law is a poor man , it's your stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Practice makes perfect.But nobody's perfect , so why practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If it's true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How come "abbreviated" is such a long word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Money is not everything. There's MasterCard &amp;amp; Visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Behind every successful man, there is a woman; behind every unsuccessful man, there are two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The wise never marry; when they marry, they become otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Success is a relative term. It brings so many relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Your future depends on your dreams"…So go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Hard work never killed anybody"… But why take the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "Work fascinates me"… I can look at it for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The more you learn, the more you know,The more you know, the more you forget The more you forget, the less you know. So... why learn ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-608129438288503670?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/feeds/608129438288503670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919202502496237699&amp;postID=608129438288503670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/608129438288503670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/608129438288503670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2007/09/logical-thinking.html' title='Logical Thinking ~'/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-6980909794539550012</id><published>2007-09-28T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T09:34:01.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAYS TO TURN DOWN UNWANTED MEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;HE : Can I buy you a drink?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Actually I'd rather have the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;HE : I'm a photographer. I've been looking for a face like yours.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face like yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Hi. Didn't we go on a date once? Or was it twice?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Must've been once. I never make the same mistake twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : How did you get to be so beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : I must've been given your share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Will you go out with me this Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Sorry. I'm having a headache this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Your face must turn a few heads.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : And your face must turn a few stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Go on ,don't be shy. Ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Okay, get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : I think I could make you very happy.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Why? Are you leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : What would you say if I asked you to marry me?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Can I have your name?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Why? Don't you already have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Shall we go see a movie?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : I've already seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Hiding from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Haven't I seen you some place before?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Yes. That's why I don't go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Is this seat empty?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : So, what do you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : I'm a female impersonator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Hey baby, what's your sign?&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Do not enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : Your body is like a temple.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : Sorry, there are no services today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE : If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.&lt;br /&gt;SHE : If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-6980909794539550012?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6980909794539550012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919202502496237699&amp;postID=6980909794539550012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/6980909794539550012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/6980909794539550012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2007/09/ways-to-turn-down-unwanted-men.html' title='WAYS TO TURN DOWN UNWANTED MEN'/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2919202502496237699.post-1355880170994541931</id><published>2007-09-25T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T19:47:30.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketting ~</title><content type='html'>You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say, "I'm fantastic in bed". That's Direct Marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says, "He's fantastic in bed". That's Advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day you call and say, "Hi, I'm fantastic in bed". That's Telemarketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your tie, you walk up to her and pour her a drink. You open the door for her, pick&lt;br /&gt;up her bag after she drops it, offer her a ride, and then say, "By the way, I'm fantastic in bed". That's Public Relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says, "I hear you're fantastic in bed". That's Brand Recognition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2919202502496237699-1355880170994541931?l=thealexxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1355880170994541931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2919202502496237699&amp;postID=1355880170994541931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/1355880170994541931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2919202502496237699/posts/default/1355880170994541931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thealexxe.blogspot.com/2007/09/marketting.html' title='Marketting ~'/><author><name>alexxe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11211350668011722857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z0D8qs-p74M/SQa2jr8FUtI/AAAAAAAAADM/7TJjK6p1zA8/S220/DSC07390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
