<?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-19241533</id><updated>2011-11-20T13:35:35.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPHEAVAL OF LEETAHSAR</title><subtitle type='html'>This are compilation of my real life zany stories. 
i m not a very competent pc guy so up till now i dunno why some of the stories i posted are not in sequence. it's like they are all over the place. i appreciate u could tolerate my gooniness...and treat it like a treasure hunt to link up all the stories sequences, pai seh... if u were led into a merry go round.
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quotation marks? correct! except during my pri sch days, they were description for physical punishment notoriously applied by a bitchy skinny teacher who executed them in perfect finesse/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms ng (her real name) was a scrawny teacher with long straight hair. one of her very memorable mannerism: tearing her own hair and showing to the class her clutches of stripped strands. she was just bone and skin with a very thick nerdy specs. don't be misled by her weak small framed. when she executed her QUOTATION MARKS stance to punish students, it really smart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exclaimatio mark ! : one hard slap down on the head and a punch to the tummy. ms ng: i m going to give u an EXCLAIMATION MARK! smack! punch! poor student bent and groaned. some ended up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comma , - pinching. guess where her favorite spot to land her sharp nails on and twist? the poor kid's nipple! she would pinch there in perverted delight. if she pinched the right nipple, the poor kid bent right, pinch the left, s/he bent left. she would release after she was done with all her ranting. by then, poor kid would have one bigger nipple then the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colon : - poor kid had a choice. either 2 punch or 2 twist at the both nipples. usually, ms ng would chose the latter. yep! the nipples again. this time both so kid ended up 2 swollen nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyphen - - was the worst. she gestured...and she gestured. the poor kid responded and tried to siam. then she ranted and scolded....the poor kid got mesmerised and then SLAP! on big tight slap across the cheek!! usually, poor kid would ve to live with 5-fingers imprint for the rest of the day or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was just a ms ng alone. there were more such as SWEE TP nicknamed swee toilet paper, ho WC and a pretty but equally deadly ms maggie hoe. and don't u forget the principal. lagi jialat!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly i was the prefect. because i was adorably cute, i was upgraded to be the HEAD PREFECT. all the class monitors and prefects had to obey my orders. together we caught talkative kids, naughty kids and kids who dare offend me to be sadistically and brutally punished by the QUOTATION MARKS tortures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a sin to be cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Originally Posted by erection2011  &lt;br /&gt;i can believe the harsh treatment from the teachers but a bit hard to stretch my imagination to believe the 'cute leetahbar ' bit. More so when i look at your avatar. Lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then u must be quite young and lucky to have avoided my era which going to school could be a real torture. beside facing school bullies, there were the sadistic teachers to avoid. by the way, complaints to MOE then wasn't in style yet and parents then always sided with the teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEE TOILET PAPER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next teacher notoriously etched in my mind was SWEE TP or Toilet paper the kids nicknamed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up till today, i still couldn't figure out why such a cruel sadistic sick man would ever wanna be a teacher and a very bad one too. he didn't teach or rather he always skivved in his lesson. either he was late or very very late or appeared only to end the lesson in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he did appear, it wasn't really for lesson, he was there to sadistise the class of poor terrified kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEE TP was also a bloody lau teeko! he would always ask the cute malay class monitoress to come up to him and of all the gross behaviour, demanded her to sit on his lap. he would help her by her waist. i could be sure he was caressing monitoress siti's butts. it was simpy disgusting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he would frivolously conduct lesson in such manner with siti on his lap. when he got bored, he would just randomly pick one of the bigger boy in the class and ordered him to step up to the front when martial punishment began....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the biggest and must rugged boy in my class then was called rahman. swee would demand him to bend down. with his butts protuded, he would kick it quite hard.splaaaac!! it could be heard loudly even at the back of the class. rahman would shriek in pain, "adio...adio....tolong, sir...tolong...!!" he would plead with the sick teacher. he only left him off after much @*&amp;XX#$!! yelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those grotesque grimaces fr swee toilet paper would frequently invoked nightmares in many kids who sometime who fantasised how they got even with him during casual chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i left the primary school, swee tp was still there as a teacher. i couldn't help but sympathise the next batch of unfortunate students would have him as their form teacher - a very sicko sadistic fucker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweet but equally sadistic miss maggie hoe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i miss the prettiest teacher in our school! she was the school music teacher and was the sweetest. but i wonder whether was her heavy makeup that made her pretty or the sick beauty that masked a sadistic nature beneaht?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she started yelling the class to shuddup, her voice turned coarse like a wicked hag. no joke! the class was terrified by that sudden change of sweet voice to hoarse croak. everyone i remembered were rumouring that ms maggie hoe could be a pontianak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, her favorite punishment is the HYPHEN - a sharp slap acrosse the cheek and without warning! and yes again, those who kena got the 5 fingers reddish imprint on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other secret weapon she used was a very sturdy hard 12 inches ruler. either she would ask a student to stretch out his hand, palm facing downwards and she would slit down the hard ruler by the narrow part instead of the flat. wow!! this one sure fractured brittle little hand bones or at least caused a blue black streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her next torture style would be instead of using her hand to slap, she used the flat of the ruler to slap. this time u would have the number of inches markings reddish imprint on the cheek. damn jialat!! &lt;br /&gt;most of time, sadistic teachers were very handy - they used their hands, leg, rulers etc to execute their punishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next teacher was WC ho. he was nicknamed ko lo qin which means a very tall man and co-incidentally was also the name of a canto tv actor during my era. wc ho's speciality was throwing darts using pieces of chalks. in fact, all his weapons were related to the blackboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someitme in order to keep the class quiet instead of yelling the guts out, wc ho would use his nail and scratched the blackboard. the screeching high frequency noise would send goose pimples on the students and quiet down immediately. if any students spotted still chatting away, he would surely be hit by a flying missile chalk from wc ho's deadly aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that student would be called out, made to stand on the chair ( sometimes, the desk) and a piece of chalk would be stuck in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a piece of big shit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the sai story!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sai or shit was the worst from sadistic teachers. one chinese teacher i remember was innocently blur but no lesser hideously sadistic unwittingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this incident was funny but real....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student with stomachache: teacher, can i go toilet please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese teacher: NO! sit down n shuddup!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student: please teacher....my tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese teacher: shuddup n sit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before he could blurt another word, pooooooo.....one big piece of shit drop out of his shorts and the whole class stank!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shit chinese language teacher after witnessing such a big piece of shit dropping out infront of him from the petite pupil suffered henceforth from some paranoid. whenever any students came up to him, he would tell them YES, GO!! even before he could ask him whether he could go toilet or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more SHUDDUP! SIT!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;capital punishment from a greater sadistic school principal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i missed the first ang mo lady principal during my primary school. she was such a kind gentle lady. and she was ang mo who was rare in some ulu kampong school. so here's to mrs baptist in her everlasting eternal peace with the LORD. (presumed she should be dead by now and probably reincarnated as another kindly motherly principal, hopefully  ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she quit when i was in primary 3. a new chinese shortie principal replaced her. to tell u honestly, this new shortie was like the reincarnation of malboro tan. such resemblance!! and yes, he was evil and sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long after he took over as the new principal, capital punishment was introduced into the school. again, rahman - my class big bully was being made the sacrificial virgin lamb to show off the prowess of sadism by the new evil shortie principal mr ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after delivering a lectureful of sermon, the official punishing weapon was revealed to school assembly. the children were awed by it. yap! it was an awesome 3 footer extra large ruler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infront of the whole assembly, rahman the bully was ordered to bent down. whack! a loud crack was smacked into his buttock! no mic. no amplifier. the whole assembly heard the sound....and beads of sweats dripped from most stupedified students. me included!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahman limped when he walked for the next few day. he showed some of us his butt. yep! monster ruler's imprint was there - red hot and swollen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes the sadistic phase of my primary school life - days of innoncence, mischiefs, fun and devious punishment meted out by a bunch of sadistic teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all past now and i hope none of those sadism ever happen in this era. kids are luckier now. the parents are so good at complaining to the relevant authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, teachers are there to be respected and not feared. teachers should upkeep that image and mould the future generation. that's what teachers are meant to be and that what they should shine upon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-8240569187027692813?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/8240569187027692813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=8240569187027692813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8240569187027692813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8240569187027692813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2011/07/sadistic-teachers-i-encountered-when-i.html' title='sadistic teachers i encountered when i was cute student'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-8357081102224831748</id><published>2010-12-28T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:04:23.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>choo bee bee and SENTOSA COVE</title><content type='html'>Sentosa Cove death no foul play&lt;br /&gt;By Leong Wee Keat | Posted: 28 December 2010 1442 hrs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/1101506/1/.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE: The dead China national, whose naked body was found in a pool at Sentosa Cove in March, was paid S$800 by a businessman to accompany him at a nightclub and to have sex with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Tuesday morning's Coroner's Inquiry hearing into her death, the police ruled out foul play in the death of Ms Li Hongyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 24 year old's naked body was found floating in a swimming pool in a bungalow at Sentosa Cove on March 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Li had followed the bungalow's owner Mr Adrian Chua home after the pair met at a nightclub in Havelock Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chua, who is the chief executive of real investment company RoundHill Capital, had proposed to pay Ms Li S$800 for accompanying him in the nightclub and spending the night with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pair also downed a few alcoholic drinks that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got to his home, Ms Li drank a can of beer before the couple had sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chua testified on Tuesday morning that he did not use any physical force on Ms Li during sexual intercourse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 39-year-old then fell asleep at around 3am to 4am and was only awoken by two Sentosa rangers who informed him about the discovery of Ms Li's naked body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closed-circuit television camera recordings captured Ms Li, fully clothed, walking alone towards the bungalow's sliding doors leading to the swimming pool at about 3.50am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chua's maid, Aye Aye Tun, testified that she locked the sliding doors before she went to sleep the previous night. Ms Aye also found some women's clothes on a chair near the swimming pool before making the grisly find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No visible injuries was found on Ms Li's body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inquiry heard that those who knew the dead woman had also said she did not seem unhappy that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State Coroner Victor Yeo will deliver his findings later Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i read this news with revealing shock. could my ex indo gf choo bee bee once liaised with this fella? she once told me she used to stay with one of her sgp male pal who owned a unit in sentosa cove. could she be there for more indecent proposal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choo bee bee had disappeared without a trace after conning half of my meagre saving. a ploy she had used about a year back to ask me to transfer money to certain bank accounts of her "suppliers". she had promised to pay within 2 weeks....and now it was 1 year and 4 months. not only she didn't keep her promise, she had totally dissipated without a trace. was told that her so called BLISS SPA in jarkata had closed down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really happened? well, i don't know. all i know that she cheated my money and truly disappointed me when all those while i treated like a dear sister. all thanks to SIBEI PINE, the cassonova pal who was the ex-bf of choo bee bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to aggravate matters, pals who knew about this matter are now smirking, delighting and teasing with evil humour that "i had benefitted much from my liaison with choo bee bee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emptiness is form, form is emptiness.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what i had done with choo bee bee was purely platonic, ie, above the hip level and not diatonic. and being leetahsar, i can't be bothered by what others think or illustrate me to be. it's their minds, their forms and in reality it's my emptiness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/TRqyam2Q9MI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uDaDuygwPTg/s1600/190809sin%2Bmin%2Bnews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/TRqyam2Q9MI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uDaDuygwPTg/s400/190809sin%2Bmin%2Bnews.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555949260489422018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a police report was lodged so that if choo bee bee had conned others they should report to the police too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-8357081102224831748?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/8357081102224831748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=8357081102224831748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8357081102224831748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8357081102224831748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2010/12/choo-bee-bee-and-sentosa-cove.html' title='choo bee bee and SENTOSA COVE'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/TRqyam2Q9MI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uDaDuygwPTg/s72-c/190809sin%2Bmin%2Bnews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-6433387020652607649</id><published>2010-10-15T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:54:38.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tummy ache, choked toilets and no tissues</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;what a dreaded pooing morning i had to experience! after having dimsum with a forummer, all the misfortune of the poo had to dramatise. here's the article copy&amp;paste:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;well, my 2nd meetup with leetahsar took us to zi yean at lengkee rd. we were there for the dimsum breakfast. i was told it was good, cheap and near to the roadside. and precisely, that was what lee described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it used to be 50% discount on dimsum there. now it's only 30% with all the prices increased which could only means in truth - there isn't any real discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this eatery located at the corner of old housing estate was quite illusive. i couldn't help to wonder with such economical dimsums, the place looked terribly desolated and deserted. lee and i were the only patrons there that morning. the serving staffs were seated around chatting away. and yes, most were PRCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dimsums were passable. nothing really fantastic. i rushed to pay for the bill. it was really cheap for $19 with about 8 items inclusive of the very nice tie quan yin chinese tea with free refills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lee suddenly came down with tummy ache and needed to poo. however, zi yean's toilet were horribly choked! without further ado, he told me to wait for him while he dashed off to the nearby lengkee cc to do his bigtime biz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without long, my hp rang. it was lee who asked me to head to lengkee c c toilet and passed some toilet papers to him. he had done his biz but there wasn't any toilet papers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha....this was awkardly very funny! what to do for such a sweet clown? drove my merz there, went into the toilet and passed a whole box of tissue to him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;community centres are for the people, am i right to say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what the heck there isn't provided toilet papers in the toilets??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought all this while singapore has evolved to be a more humane society. it seems that pap has much to evaluate their public responsibilities and the claim to being a "gracious lst world" country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does look very satirical when such petty and peevish matter still happens out of anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a very uncanny feeling. it was like deja vu....the past acquaintance i had when meeting up kelvin thum or bluesotong from the forum. a guy seemingly very friendly and "sincere" ended up as the worst pain in the arse for me :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is still around in the forums and stalking many new forummers who he suspects could be me. one wonders what does he indeed do for a decent living? a married family man with 2 grown up teenage sons and a virtuous wife who is an IMH nurse could in his jekyll and hyde mentality behaves in such strange perversion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mental nutcasee? a stressed husband? or simply a sex pervert in his natural being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never learn...NOT TO MEET NEW FORUMMERS but heck!! this itching curiousity could be the death of me one day!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-6433387020652607649?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/6433387020652607649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=6433387020652607649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6433387020652607649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6433387020652607649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2010/10/tummy-ache-choked-toilets-and-no.html' title='tummy ache, choked toilets and no tissues'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-350179525368430652</id><published>2010-08-02T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T01:27:28.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>would a doctor dare ask this question to......</title><content type='html'>my poor auntie whose business was greatly affected when her market stall underwent upgrading. she was forced to re-locate not once but twice. by the time, she was back to her original stall in the upgraded market with increased rental in beo cresent, most of her saving was exhausted. she had used almost all for the shifting and refurbishing for the temporary stalls she was forced to shift to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to aggravate her business being a small time neighbourhood market grocery stall, NTUC set up shop just next to the upgraded market. her business had dwindled even worst. in the end, she was forced to return the stall to HDB. her trouble was far from over. very soon, she fell victim to dementia and could recognise only a few familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, i was lucky she could still remember me. then later, she was quite blank....and now suddenly she fainted and was admitted to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, cousin choon drove my mum, my auntie ah kim (choon's mum) and me to SGH to visit my sick auntie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visitors to hospitals now had to undergo stringent registration. they couldn't freely visit their invalid loved ones like the last time. H1N1 (bird-flu) could be one of the reasaons why the hospital was taking no chance in preventing the spreading of such new sickness which was quite contagious and fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recording our ID's particulars and having our hands stamped, we were allowed access into the wards after placing a sticker on our shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, i saw auntie laying motionless with tubing feed and ventilator over her nose. she was still unconscious since admittance. soon there was a young doctor who came to brief us about auntie's dreadful critical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before he began, auntie's youngest son and a grand-daughter, ah choo arrived. auntie didn't have her own children. her youngest son was adopted since he was a baby. ah choo belonged to her adoptive daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor began his briefing about my poor auntie's situation to us. he explained that auntie got a big void within her cerebellum which was filled with fluid. beside being afflicted with dementia senilis, she could be having a stroke before she fainted. whichever the case, her health was in a very sorry state. her pulse was irregular which could have a high chance to incur a cardiac arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor turned solemn and requested her immediate family members to endorse instruction whether to save her or to let her die peacefully. he stated the complication that should we prefer saving her, she might not wake up and remain permanently in a vegetative state. saving her in an emergency cardiac arrest would mean applying CPR which could fracture her ribs given her small and fragile frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum and ah choo, auntie's grand daughter were closed to tears. mum was very close to this elder sister of her. i was also holding back my tears. i just felt very sad for auntie who was such a good, generous and kindly soul in her healthier and happier times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her good-for-nothing husband deserted her for china where he died there. she adopted 3 children: 2 boys and a girl and she toiled very hard to upbring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during her good old days when her business was very good, every chinese new year she would distribute cans of abalone, mushrooms and other canned food to all her siblings. mum used to get 2 cans of NEW MOON abalone among other goodies every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she laid motionless and unconcious on the bed.....her bank saving practically zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor told us that he needed an endorsement from us within the next 4 hours or so whether to save her or let her go peacefully should there be a life threatening emergency. neither mum, me or anyone else could decide. so we left it to auntie's own adoptive daughter for the final say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i was asking myself this: "would a doctor attending someone's like mrs lee kwan yew dare ask the same life and death question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is uniquely singapore! same situational patient but with different kind of anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i would agree to let auntie go peacefully cos she has indeed toiled too strenously for her entire life. it's about time she would enjoy eternal peace and rest. she was 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auntie, i shall miss you....i shall miss your joviality, your cheerfulness, your kindness, your generosity but most of all i admire you for your courage and dexterity in overcoming all odds. you may have zero cent saving after toiling all this years and in such dire state now but to me dear auntie, you have already conquered all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bless you auntie and peace be with you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-350179525368430652?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/350179525368430652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=350179525368430652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/350179525368430652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/350179525368430652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2010/08/would-doctor-dare-ask-this-question-to.html' title='would a doctor dare ask this question to......'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5930399399240765640</id><published>2010-05-02T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:44:00.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am i lazy, fussy or simply switched off?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/S95b4PDXhlI/AAAAAAAAApg/wNZiWztZ-Qs/s1600/100kjobs.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/S95b4PDXhlI/AAAAAAAAApg/wNZiWztZ-Qs/s400/100kjobs.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466908019345819218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRAITS TIMES cheery report about the availability of jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/S95b3oOwrwI/AAAAAAAAApY/EY0aYOPQasI/s1600/JoblessDad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/S95b3oOwrwI/AAAAAAAAApY/EY0aYOPQasI/s400/JoblessDad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466908008924622594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reader's letter to STFORUM about the dilemma his father faces about getting a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;observe the stark contradiction. one of them is not telling the truth. no prize for guessing who is pinnochio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i m SWITCHED OFF. relaxed and retired for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after losing my garden, i was conned to work for free for an avaricious contractor who still owed me 3 mths pays. not only that, all my plants from my bulldozed garden were migrated to his nursery. so there u have it! not only i didn't get any pay for doing quite a number of landscaping works for him, my plants were complimentary stocks to his nursery :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still had my few landscape maintenances to look after. that provided me with some form of regular income which was just barely sufficient to meet monthly expenses and groceries shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that didn't last long unfortunately. my guy who i had trained from a simpleton young farmer to now a self employed hotshot gardener in demand betrayed me. i didn't know - up till today - whether his falling from a tall ladder accident and thus crippling his arms was true or a faked up but the fact that he took the initiative to terminate ALL my garden maintenance contracts with my existing clients was something i didn't anticipate from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the fees collected from my garden contracts were mostly paid to him. i only pocketed about 30% of the amount collected as i also needed to visit and inspect the landscaped gardens which were once designed and constructed by me. surprisingly, this scenario didn't seem to faze me. i had sort  of anticipated it long ago when i discovered he was already moonlighting behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was it. no more garden contracts to maintain. no more monthly income. luckily i still have a self-supporting talent and that was shares trading. it was retirement for me.... everyday was a relaxing day. no more stress. no more complaints like: bob, the leaves of my hibiscus are shedding. could u come and have a look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was good life. until i landed a part time job with a new reputable garden which opened up a branch in queensway. it was very near my home. working there was ok even though i was deducted every day 1 hr for lunch. (that wasn't told during the intereview and i worked through lunch until i realised that in my first month payceck) it was complicated working there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their highly paid "sales director" was always leeching on me:(. i heard he borrowed money from almost everyone but without the decency to refund. soon, it was my turn to lend him without the hope of ever seeing my hard-earned money returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was still driving my pickup to work there, i was exploited to use my vehicle to help in the delivery with promise to supplement me with only $8 per trip regardless of how long the journey. out of responsibility, i obliged. but after many delivery assignments, there wasn't any extra money in my monthly cheque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if that wasn't enough, sometime i had to work very late past my agreed working time of 6pm. i had to continue working till 9pm. at about 7pm, it was dinner. again i was used and abused. sale director would request me to drive my vehicle to buy for him and some of the staffs dinner. (i presumed meals were provided). off i drove my vehicle buying dinner for myself and the rest of the staffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad part was: i wasn't reimbursed. that dinner money were paid out of my own pocket. ( i wonder whether the SD made a claim for it and pocket the meal allowances for himself and i ended up having to pay for it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though my title was a HORTICULTURIST, my job was &lt;em&gt;bao ka liao&lt;/em&gt; situation. i had to sweep the floor. cleared the garden trash bins. ordered new stocks - plants, chemcials, etc. answered to cutomers' non stop queries about plants, about delayed deliveries, about  host of other matters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i even had to man the cashier. at the end of the day, i had to tally the sales. if there were extra $, the SD would take it. where the money went, only god and he knew! if the amount was lacking, to save all the troubles, i just topped it up to balance the account and i could go home to rest after a weary sweaty work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my deep passion for plants relieved me for being frustrated and exploited thus. unfortunately, the last straw came when the big boss arrived one day and told me that i needed to clock out and clock in when i did my plants delivery. the period while i was away was supposed to be deducted off from my hourly rated pay. my god!! for $8 using my pickup and petrol....and i faced the prospect of pay deduction? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was about time i called it a day. i quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i saw this contradicting news/letter from the STRAITS TIMES. i wonder just how much does our labour ministry really side with the employees or continue to fake up cheerful news. cos if it's that authentic, i would be busy tiptoeing the daisies in a nice big nursery happy doing my gardening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5930399399240765640?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5930399399240765640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=5930399399240765640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5930399399240765640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5930399399240765640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-i-lazy-fussy-or-simply-switched-off.html' title='am i lazy, fussy or simply switched off?'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/S95b4PDXhlI/AAAAAAAAApg/wNZiWztZ-Qs/s72-c/100kjobs.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5856775117959555444</id><published>2009-08-25T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:16:26.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends or foes?</title><content type='html'>in the beginning, the first he met was his sweet ozzie dearie cantbeassed who loved his UPHEAVAL OF LEETAHSAR (it was completely DELETED in the old forum but can still be read here: http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next on the list was surprisingly - NGEJAY, the nerd. before that ejay was an ardent flammer to whatever LTS posted. by a twist of fate, they ended up quite a pair of pals with same pyschic wavelength: they knew what was in each other's minds. weird, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then along came max1418 and bluesotong who read his EAT A PAO, SIP A TEA, TAKE A SEAT &amp; POON PEE PEE. it was a thread all about smelling the roses and appreciate the simple things in life and not being carried away in a rat race craving for more wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was his free gardening class in the temple where he met even more neutral forummers who attended his class. most remained as his pals till now. they came from a wide array of lifestyle. there were cabdriver, cid, interior designer, sales executives, share broker and photo shop owner etc. the organising of this free gardening class was both a blessing, a curse and a shock revelation about the temple he used to volunteer as "kelefe". that would be another story from his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the acquaintance with bluesotong was a curse in disguise. initially, sotong was trying to mimic the zaniness of LTS. he even tried to copy his style. bluesotong was the one who intro LTS to the troll, lamei. she tried to PM LTS but left our her personal name. it was dubious and so LTS ignored her emails. there were many he ignored cos they were nameless. how to respond? it could be a virus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamei was very bold indeed. she exploited sotong to get to meet LTS as she knew from the forum postings that sotong met up very often with LTS. so that was how LTS came to know lamei. sotong was having hidden intention in lamei but lamei wasn't really that simple either. she was harboring hidden motive in LTS. later, again through sotong, LTS met chiatilik with lamei in his mei ling hawker centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very plain acquaintance...and so that was what the silly goon LTS thought. he thought it was just for a simple friendship to share simple interests especially in makan or just plain everyday qualms of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, LTS got ngejay to meet up with the couple cos in his freaking twerped mind, he thought ngejay would be an asset to chiatilik who was quietly and secretly trying to establish THE CHIA DYNASTY with lamei being his concubine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like a regular weekend meeting at mei ling hawker centre. after breakfast there, LTS would bring the would bunch to his humble home, served them his best OOLONG TEA or whatever he had in his house. the group lamei, chiatilik, ngejay n sotong would chit-chat for hours and hours. (he missed his favorite POWER RANGERS series every sat then. LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually after the meeting, ngejay n LTS would hop into sotong's car and continue for lunch and some other activities like cheonging in geylang!  surprisingly, sotong was the old bird here. he knew what lorongs had what sort of whores! gosh! it was surprising to LTS cos sotong appeared like a decent family man with 2 grown up boys and a IMH nurse wifey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very soon, ramseth was added into the scene. lamei intro ramseth to LTS during their daily msn. one fine day, LTS striked lottery and decided to meet up ramseth and treat him to dimsum at turf's city AH YAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the inclusion of ramseth was the beginning to all the woes and feuds of the silly goon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTS checked on ramseth one day regarding the "funny" relationship of chiatilik n lamei. it didn't appear normal mere friends. to LTS - and many others especially the even more kaypohji-er sotong, it was more complicated. ramseth always trying to act as the "jedi" or the old wise and all-known one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things again wasn't as simple as that. after msn LTS, ramseth relayed to lamei what LTS asked. that alerted the troll and striked a panic button in her. she plotted to "skin the blur piggy" alive in chiatilik's office during the next meet up. it was a devious plot. ngejay was indirectly standing with the nervous couple and together they grilled LTS with question such as: IF U WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT ME AND CHIA, U COULD VE ASKED ME. WHY U ASKED RAMSETH?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it guilt? was it a self-defensive wall being built up? was it apprehension and anxiety that they suspected that LTS had already known what fishy business was going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, NO! LTS was a blurcock. he knew nothing. it was just his usual curiosity. but because of lamei's extreme fidgety, now LTS knew from A to Z!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that spelled the end of a very dubious friendship after so many months. discords had been sown between them by the troll. that was also the last LTS continued to meet up with them....and that was also the beginning on the ongoing petty feud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babaero11 was also one of the clowns LTS met in mei ling hc. he was very friendly initially. after much posting by LTS in the forum about his FR or field reports of meeting who n who and what and what had transpired, this pinoy's weird attitude changed for the worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had also liaise with lamei in a way in msn cos LTS' dudi jixiaolan had unwittingly discovered that when he got his nic BANNED!! babaero11 was behind this and he could only know about such matter through lamei cos jixiaolan msn her and told her about a nic he registered for LTS to enable him to post. so how did babaero11 know it? right!! through lamei who was using her famous FLIRT&amp;DESTROY stance and her nefarious "borrow other's parang for the kill" strategy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the clowns and spammers here u see very often are probably from SDP IB. since lamei, ngejay and chiatilik now take refuge there, they have become their "patriots in the highest level". the little sdppy clowns there adore those 3 stooges. it is very strange that's why when they preach loudly their HUMAN RIGHTS, FREE SPEECHES AND DEMOCRAPSY cos they behave in another reversed and very deplorable cheapskate way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, the feud shall continue until eternity. pettiness and miserly unresolved resentment and anger are what SDP and those 3 stooges are best dwelled in. with such negativity they harbour, they can never be doing anything but good to the society, to their family or even to their own personal friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u believe in such clowns, u are bring sorrow, unhappiness and eventual sufferings to yourself and all those u love. precisely and sadly, this is also the type of mentality that is invading the minds of SDPPIES....and that's why this bunch of circus of clowns cannot be deem as "happy people".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that, being unhappy, unsatisfied and angry people, they would want to spread that negative influence to many peasants and hoping they would rev up mass anger and displeasure and distrust against our gov ...and finally cause chaos in our society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, i implore u to think carefully their nefarious and destructive action. NEVER TRUST THE SDP!! THEY ARE ALL OUT TO BRING SINGAPORE DOWN!! u believe in them, u die pain pain and worst, without even knowing why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5856775117959555444?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5856775117959555444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=5856775117959555444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5856775117959555444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5856775117959555444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-or-foes.html' title='Friends or foes?'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-1537514880683943609</id><published>2009-08-04T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:25:33.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to me, everything good or bad is a BLESSING!</title><content type='html'>so 3 yrs have passed....and finally i couldn't believe it i got back my TITLE DEED!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without any further hesitation, the next day,  hurried to queenstown area office to re-processed the ownership as the join owner, my demised uncle's name need to be deleted and whole lease transferred into my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i lost my deed, i had checked with HDB about the charges and processing fees involved. it was like $180 with the legal lease documents and $800 if without. since i lost it to my lauhanku's theft, i just left the matter as it was. who wanna pay $800+? it's  preposterous and ridiculous that the bloody hdb is such an avaricious blood sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago, things had changed for the better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at the hdb to do the title deed processing. i was suprised! the fee that i had to pay now was only $83.35! but if i didn't hand over the title deead documents, i would have to pay about $1,200! wow! it was a blessing indeed that if i did it before, it would have costed me at least $180! surely a blessing in disguise. heaven really loves this goon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it was done. very fast in less than 15 minutes. the courteous counter officer even told me that within 3 days after they had lodged my documents, i could sell my house. the new processed documents would take about 3 to 6 mths before i would retrieve them back...but...I COULD SELL MY FLATS AFTER THE 3 DAYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goodie!!n :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-1537514880683943609?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/1537514880683943609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=1537514880683943609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1537514880683943609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1537514880683943609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-me-everyting-good-or-bad-is-blessing.html' title='to me, everything good or bad is a BLESSING!'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-304940676788942546</id><published>2009-08-04T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:08:25.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's mine shall return to me - ordeal with my lauhanku</title><content type='html'>my flat's title deed was unexpectedly stolen by my bloody lauhanku - my father if u dunno what that term means. it's very difficult for me to address him as "father" cos a father would not steal from the family or cause so much sufferings and unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theft of my title deed was indeed a blessing in disguise and also the revelation about what kind of father i have. i ve lost that title deed for about 3 yrs. he has refuse to return it to me after the demise of my uncle who was my bloody lauhanku's elder brother and who was in a way "killed" by him :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had blogged that tragic incident where the bloody lauhanku nagged at my poor uncle until he toppled like a fallen tree. he was a 1.82 tall old man sitting as usual on his favorite sofa watching the tv. along came lauhanku, sat his butt down and started nagging and nagging and crescendo into scolding and scolding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUMP! my poor uncle who was receiving all these unnecssary insults fell and slumped onto the floor. he was still alert but his motor movement was like voided. he couldn't move and couldn't get himself back on his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear!! he was down with a stroke! immediately i called for an ambulanace. it was a good thing that my home was near to ALEXANDRA HOSPITAL. less than 15 mins, the nurse with the helpers were at my door steps. we heaved my obsessed uncle onto the stretcher. i helped too cos there were only 3 persons and with me made 4 to carry the heavy load down to the awaiting ambulance below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor uncle was admitted into the hospital. i visited him quite often for the next 2 weeks. during my last visit, he seemed to have quite recovered. his speech wasn't slurred. his movement was quite ok. he kept asking me when he could return home....i was a bit sad to tell him that he might not be able to return home. i didn't know why i told him so cos he seemed ok. but the words i splurted out became in such a weird way. i was a bit psychic...and soon i realised why i blurted those strange words: YOU WON'T BE COMING HOME....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hospital called and asked permission to transfer my uncle to ANG MO KIO HOSPITAL for therapy. i told my old man not to accede and let uncle remained at ALEXANDRA HSP. there was therapy session there too and i don't understand why should he be transferred to so far. it would make visiting him a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bloody lauhan didn't heed my advice and went ahead to sign the transfer to ANG MO KIO HSP. my uncle was a very simple nice man who didn't harm any soul. when he was a teenager, he was caught by jap soldiers, tortured and whacked until a bit blur. it was surprising to me that he could speak JAPANESE! once i had jap customers coming to my shop to buy my plants, uncle actually was talking to them in jap. what a astonishment to me! he even interpretated how the japs admired my plants as "kawayi" or beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that nite after the transfer to ang mo kio, uncle was dead! his nightly habit was he had to pee. the hospital called about 3am to say that uncle had fallen from the bed and was in coma. about 6am another call to reveal that uncle had passed away without regaining consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suspect that they must have lifted up the bed barricade and my uncle in his urgency to pee didn't know how to lower the barricades, lifted his long legs over, lost his balance and fell onto the floor triggering a heart attack....whatever it was, uncle was dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the bloody lauhanku hadn't agreed to his transfer, he could be still alive till now. my uncle was a very healthy and strong man and never been sick before. he recovered very quickly from minor hitches like flu or fever. and now he was dead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long after the passing of my uncle, my bloody lauhanku sneaked into my open bedroom and stole my TITLE DEED without my knowlegde until the fateful saturday during the regular weekend visit by the F4. (during that time, i still considered them as pals and brought them hom to serve them expensive chinese tea). i tried to look for the deed to show to the half past six lawyer, chiatilik....but it was gone. STOLEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a span of 3 yrs, the title deed returns to me...and all because it was a god-given moment of HEAVEN, EARTH AND MAN matching perfectly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a sunday, my brother carrot ta pau some carrot cakes n brought it to me. as i had just made some money from the share market recently, i bought my brother a bottle of ISSEY MIYAKE perfume which cost me $160! anyway, i knew my brother loved it and i loved my brother alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while eating the shiok fried chai tao kuay, i told carrot about my stolen title deed by the bloody lauhanku. carrot was irked by such action. he reassured me that he would go next door asked the old man and get it back for me. i pleaded with carrot not to be too foul tempered and tolong tolong keep his cool ...i didn't wanna see another bashing of the bloody lauhanku. mamalee was worried. carrot's wife, ji kee was also worried. they radioed me why i asked him to do so adding that i should leave the matter alone. i told them that the lauhan always going to hatyai to fuck spiders. what if he died cock standing there, then how? i couldn't find where he hid my title deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were arguing, there was loud shouting from the next flat. oh shit!! carrot, i tot i told u to cool down ur temper. i quickly went over to see what happened. carrot was lecturing my old man and warned him to behave himself, or else....i was so surprised that the old man suddenly became so docile and actually listened obediently to him. then i realised the reason. he got a forthcoming contract which he needed carrot to carry out for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor skinny brother...every year he would slough for the lauhan on his contracts but the lauhan never bother to pay him. the money would come to hanku's company credt but after getting the payment, lauhan had never made an effort to reimbursed carrot. NOTHING was paid to him. carrot, my dear brother is a wonderful swell guy! he treats the old man as a FATHER and so isn't too bothered whether he pays him or not. but times was really bad. how could the old man do business in such a way as to like "cheating" his own son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to appease carrot that he would do his contract works, he kuai kuai returned my title deed. gosh!! i was so pleased i lifted my skinny carrot and thanked him profusely!! ah...there was another added bonus - he also paid  some money to carrot. not really alot but at least something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-304940676788942546?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/304940676788942546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=304940676788942546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/304940676788942546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/304940676788942546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-mine-shall-return-to-me-ordeal.html' title='what&apos;s mine shall return to me - ordeal with my lauhanku'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-3369181858387583029</id><published>2009-07-29T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:00:10.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lamui's favorite food - LUPCHEONGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lamei Jaslyn Go "suan" KJ in her face book &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn Go: I am honored that KJ think that i speak for 30 political parties in SG. Much as I like to accept the compliment I am afraid I am just a humble activist (who is standing trial for acting on my conviction) who is not a member of any political party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn Go: I hope to see more people coming forward to join me in standing / speaking up and effecting the reform of SG politics and not sitting in the comfort behind their computers behaving like a arm chair critic...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chia sai's lupcheong was just terrible. it was a TIGER HEAD with RAT-TAIL. it was awful!! it was terribly unfulfiling. hmmm....the nerd's one should taste better, as lamui thought to herself. you see, her favorite snack was LUPCHEONG or sausages or franks or in hokkien, we simply called it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWUI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since that fateful DAY of tasting the nerd's gift of cum spiked bayi chocs shaped in TWUI, she was grossly obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boss of RP happened to be chocolaty dark and smelling divine unlike the nerd who was full of turdy stains. unwittingly, she was stimulated everytime his pic was shown in his FB which was like to her means "FUCKING BITCH". it sent waves of imaginery orgasmic vibrations into her desperate trolling cells. whenever she accessed it, she would wet the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as the sayng goes: if u ve it, flaunt it, use it or in simple term - execute her nefarious FLIRT&amp;DESTROY. she must have that chocolaty TWUI from the RP boss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in her usual slutty manner, she left a F&amp;D massage - oops! message in the FB  or FUCKING BITCH page hoping to entice and seduce her chocolaty TWUI - the precious rod of our latest hero in our martial arts in local politics world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would RP boss succumb to her nasty F&amp;D? would he give up RP CLAN and transfer all power to the SDP circus of clowns?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually NO! sorry, no go for that lau go this time:p she overestimated the rattling of her skinny bony frame. guess for the time being, it would be TWUI from the nerd JJ - mon, wed, fri and then TWUI for her disppointing chia sai - tues, thurs and sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's for sunday then? well, use ur imagination!! SUNDAY was purely for orgy lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIU YOUR TWUI!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-3369181858387583029?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/3369181858387583029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=3369181858387583029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3369181858387583029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3369181858387583029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/07/lamuis-favorite-food-lupcheongs.html' title='lamui&apos;s favorite food - LUPCHEONGS'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-1815982867563620241</id><published>2009-07-24T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:01:16.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have u bought your CK undies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SmqQBe6-LiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/QO7u6itCCxY/s1600-h/LTS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SmqQBe6-LiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/QO7u6itCCxY/s400/LTS3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362256661492674082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the goon leetahsar in red undies - pic modified courtesy by nasty forummer using photoshop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; leetahbar  &lt;br /&gt;Alfrescian (S)   Join Date: Jul 2008&lt;br /&gt;Location: BISHAN&lt;br /&gt;Posts: 5,526 &lt;br /&gt;Infractions: 0/30 (81)&lt;br /&gt;My Reputation:Points: 201 / Power: 70&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;it's funny but shuck! let's ve some fun with our personal inner linings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my li'l brother LEETAHSAR finally wears a ck undies. it cost him $49.90! can u imagine that? LTS in a microfibre and dunno what material branded CK undies which cost a bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one innocent question was suddenly posed to me: WHAT BRAND OF UNDIES DO YOU WEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it caught me really off guard. it's very personal and only the silly goon could ask such silly personal question. BUT, it really started off a very humourous kopi talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i pose this weird question to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT BRAND OF UNDIES DO YOU WEAR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was from LTS. it just kept me laughing and spat out my food! sheesh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTS: what brand of undies u wear under there huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why u ask? pervert huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lts: no lah. great sgp sale mah....tot of pampering myself with a ck. that one i picked in the swimming pool is quite tattered now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? u wat in the swimming pool??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lts: i picked up a brand new ck undies there. u dunno meh? alamak!!! so many already knew i posted in the forum...hahahaha...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: piang! u deserved to be flame to crisp!! how could u pick other's undies...used one some! yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lts: how often could me pick a quite brand new CK? u dun pick, the cleaner will...and i m poor as a beggar, hor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silent. "there u see, it's quite fitting what. XL some more - my size!" and lts lifted out part of the red strap of the ck to show it to me. shocking isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ....(silent in a state of shock)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lts continued: u know hor....why m i asking u about undies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, sheepishly cos still shock: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lts: during our school days, i only got to wear SWAN cotton panties. u know, the one made in china. later, i upgraded it to while CROCODILE cotton briefs...BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it comes, i knew it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lts: BUT.....u know hor....after sometime, it could get very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? what irritating? ants crawling in to bite u there is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lts: no lah! worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: got anything worst than balls biting ants?&lt;br /&gt;lts: yep! u dunno meh?....after sometime, the CROC brief began to get very loosey. one of the balls would drop out and dangle outside the brief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh jeezes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and my kopi was spewed all over the table!! hahaahaha....the balls dropping out of the CROCODILE undies!! my goodness! only the goon had such weird incident!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-1815982867563620241?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/1815982867563620241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=1815982867563620241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1815982867563620241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1815982867563620241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-u-bought-your-ck-undies.html' title='have u bought your CK undies?'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SmqQBe6-LiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/QO7u6itCCxY/s72-c/LTS3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-307409414822293933</id><published>2009-06-22T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:29:06.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>news from my italian gf, monica!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SkA9i60XM1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/7zbxBivL0zk/s1600-h/monica2se.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SkA9i60XM1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/7zbxBivL0zk/s400/monica2se.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350344027429876562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my italian gf looks like her - another monica bertulocci, an italian actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really excited that i got an email out of the blue from my italian gf, monica who had left sgp quite many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:  Monica Forte (censored)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:  bobsimkh@hotmail.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Bob,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm just back fron Indocina, where I'm been for my job.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You know my writing english is not so well, but I would like tell you how happy I'm to have news from you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In few months I'll will change my home, and I will send to you my new address.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I divorced from Paolo, and now I'm very happy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I meet a old friend and with him, my life is improve a lot. Is realy a nice man.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I miss you very much and will be so nice to see each others again or in Singapore ( that is alwais in my mind) or here in &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Torino )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now I send to you and your family,a big  kiss, and a very happy new year!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                                    With love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        Monica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-307409414822293933?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/307409414822293933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=307409414822293933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/307409414822293933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/307409414822293933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/06/news-from-my-italian-gf-monica.html' title='news from my italian gf, monica!'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SkA9i60XM1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/7zbxBivL0zk/s72-c/monica2se.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-7461724293504559086</id><published>2009-06-09T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:25:42.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the ungrateful blackman</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was a sad revelation i learnt about this blackman whom i invited to my home, cooked spaghetti in expensive red wine sauce and concocted a powerful detox drink of homegrown wheatgrass and pure pomegranate juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he continued to add to defaming me in forums instead of standing up for the truth about his stupid haunted "property" which was nothing but a 3 rooms HDB flat located at west west end of sgp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sammyboy.com/member.php?u=1168"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="bigusername" href="http://www.sammyboy.com/member.php?u=1168"&gt;leetahbar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vbmenu_register("postmenu_251131", true);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfrescian (S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join Date: Jul 2008&lt;br /&gt;Location: BISHAN&lt;br /&gt;Posts: 4,740&lt;br /&gt;Infractions: 0/1 (2)&lt;br /&gt;My Reputation:Points: 201 / Power: 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re: emptiness is form, form is emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ornitofu.... (was asked to put this mantra):rolleyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emptiness is form....form is emptiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black2545 does look like a very decent old chap whose mentality is always very pessimistic. he was introduced to pervert gay sotong who though despised him without showing, treated LTS n him to a restaurant meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my silly li'l brother LEETAHSAR also introduced him to a SIA cabin supervisor who was also a buddhist religious cell group leader. he was hoping that retiree black2545 would be able to widen his social circle. SIA pal brought them to his home in tampines where his nice beautiful young wifey served them nice kopi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, with all this concern for black2545, he went to mix with the FANTASICK 4 where lamei, chiatilik n ngejay poisoned his pea-brain. they schemed and retrieved personal info about my li'l brother LEETAHSAR, falsified and accused him of trying to con black2545 off his property. what prop does black2545 have anyway???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after there wasn't any more LTS' info to squeeze out from black2545 he was history....lamei ignored him and so were the rest. such was the dirty game of the F4 and the ungrateful black2545 fell for their tricks:mad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here he is again.....that's why i ve told my li'l brother LEETAHSAR long long ago: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER MEET ALL THESE FORUM BUGGERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he is wiser now but obviously too late to realise the bad seeds that had been sown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a referral point for advice: be careful who u meet from the forums. there are many who are meeting u for another kind of hidden motive. when they could't achieve what they set out to meet u for, they would try in some way to harm u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday, my li'l brother LEETAHSAR had got a trickster's sms-es probably from one of the forummers he had met before and posing as his indo gf to ask for some money to be transfer to her sgp bank a/c (which suspiciously should belong to the trickster).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, he consulted me b4 he did any silly thing again and fortunately didn't lose any big sum of money from his saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO BEWARE AND BE CAREFUL ABOUT MEETING FORUMMERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ve suggested him to report to the police but that idiot goondu LTS knew who was probably behind all this con. he just too kind to let it off with another hearty laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do? that's my li'l brother, the super goon LEETAHSAR!:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-7461724293504559086?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/7461724293504559086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=7461724293504559086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/7461724293504559086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/7461724293504559086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/06/ungrateful-blackman.html' title='the ungrateful blackman'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-1323535390527867840</id><published>2009-05-04T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:44:26.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do we really benefit from rapid urbanisation?</title><content type='html'>i find this very strange.whenever i dream, i would be taken back to my happiest childhood days in kampng lives. life was simple yet unadulterated. there were many simple pleasures and it didn't cost a cent like climbing up a tree plucking fruits, catching spiders and fought them out on matchboxes, making kties from coconut sticks and discarded newspaper....etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many kids now have a chance to play in the longkangs catching fishes and even swimming in it? how many know how to may a catapult we called LASTIK fr sturdy twigs using dicarded inner tyre tubing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were so much lost and invaluable childhood memories that seem quite impossible to pass to our present young. but best of all, the kampong spirit of UNITY, CARE AND CONCERN for neighbours is lost. in kampong, our doors were usually wide opened cos we knew almost every neighbours. if ever there was a stranger intruding, any kampong folks would know and won't hesitate to alert everyone.&lt;br /&gt;sgp rapid urbanisation does seem beneficial on the surface. strangely, within me, i feel something very important and dear to our hearts is eradicated. it's now more about money, self-benefit and gainful rewards. it's very materialistic now. &lt;br /&gt;looking at our own minitoots, the confirmation is very real and obvious. it's about money and more benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that could be one of the reason opp parties don't get more supports cos of their limited resources and "benefits" to dish out to supporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to come to our basic righteous sense and honesty. we must ask ourselves: IS THIS WHAT OUR FUTURE GENERATION is all about - MONEY AND MORE PERSONAL BENEFITS?&lt;br /&gt;think about it. are u happier now or before. i can unabashfully say: my kampong days were the happiest moments in my life but  it's such a pity the present generation has lost this experience - they shall never ve the chance experience that heart-warming kampong spirirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-1323535390527867840?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/1323535390527867840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=1323535390527867840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1323535390527867840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1323535390527867840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-we-really-benefit-from-rapid.html' title='do we really benefit from rapid urbanisation?'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-4522299248560626462</id><published>2009-04-09T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:33:58.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more funny pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2j4OYUs3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/yIKhg3ISTEU/s1600-h/ngejaysnakenr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2j4OYUs3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/yIKhg3ISTEU/s400/ngejaysnakenr6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322590520949912434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the pictures are suspected to come from him - the master shapeshifter in forums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2j4PqgyQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/FR2v51EfPkU/s1600-h/weddinggw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2j4PqgyQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/FR2v51EfPkU/s400/weddinggw1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322590521294637314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "marriage" of the evil twins look alikes. hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2j4IeDDPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/UUGWPq4i95M/s1600-h/wedding2fy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2j4IeDDPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/UUGWPq4i95M/s400/wedding2fy5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322590519363308786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharing vows? LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2j3wDRS5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/CUPsSzHNfFE/s1600-h/sengsaikong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2j3wDRS5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/CUPsSzHNfFE/s400/sengsaikong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322590512808545170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saikongseng - the evil twin of LEETAHSAR in action :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2j38qXN_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Jk0dbgHh58g/s1600-h/sengpiggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2j38qXN_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Jk0dbgHh58g/s400/sengpiggy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322590516193736690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another poor guy who's constantly stalked in forum ....just like poor o' me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-4522299248560626462?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/4522299248560626462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=4522299248560626462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/4522299248560626462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/4522299248560626462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-funny-pictures.html' title='more funny pictures'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2j4OYUs3I/AAAAAAAAAWA/yIKhg3ISTEU/s72-c/ngejaysnakenr6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-1841100789203799877</id><published>2009-04-09T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:20:24.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love it or hate it - IT'S DAMN FUNNY TO ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2gxI0HPQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DM-Q0EeJQhc/s1600-h/LTS-snakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2gxI0HPQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DM-Q0EeJQhc/s400/LTS-snakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322587100661890306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being accused as "snake", dog, pig...etc LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2gw59GWxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/u2QCd9UYWSM/s1600-h/ltsmait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2gw59GWxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/u2QCd9UYWSM/s400/ltsmait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322587096673049362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their hatred even want u dead. wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2gwW8wI5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/sm7eNAuEoeY/s1600-h/LTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2gwW8wI5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/sm7eNAuEoeY/s400/LTS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322587087276352402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, now did they know i can sing? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2gwJ0o7JI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uYL23hYvUeo/s1600-h/ltskingcobract7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2gwJ0o7JI/AAAAAAAAAVA/uYL23hYvUeo/s400/ltskingcobract7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322587083752664210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! the spitting anaconda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2gv6yplcI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SMraAbIOkyE/s1600-h/LTSDOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2gv6yplcI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SMraAbIOkyE/s400/LTSDOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322587079717787074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who criticises SDP is rated as a "paps dog". what a joke for free speeches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2fGq4H8QI/AAAAAAAAAUw/S3Orob24YTI/s1600-h/lts4kv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2fGq4H8QI/AAAAAAAAAUw/S3Orob24YTI/s400/lts4kv3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322585271559516418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as monk wannabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2fGsr_4gI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2tV1oNsBbXs/s1600-h/ltsbellybellyir1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2fGsr_4gI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2tV1oNsBbXs/s400/ltsbellybellyir1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322585272045527554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this doctored pic appears after my crazy stories about the CURSE OF THE RED UNDIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2fGYSQAEI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Rc4YzepJwfg/s1600-h/bobpigonsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2fGYSQAEI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Rc4YzepJwfg/s400/bobpigonsnow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322585266568822850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unexplained resentment and "compliment" from petty readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2fGZ-JRqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5UIKzVncq2w/s1600-h/bobfat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2fGZ-JRqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5UIKzVncq2w/s400/bobfat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322585267021366946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the original innocent pic posted in my msnblog by a good pal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2fGVjguHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7O0tF5KaGTA/s1600-h/841687349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2fGVjguHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7O0tF5KaGTA/s400/841687349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322585265835915378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, another unresolved and unexplained anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-1841100789203799877?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/1841100789203799877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=1841100789203799877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1841100789203799877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1841100789203799877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-it-or-hate-it-its-damn-funny-to-me.html' title='love it or hate it - IT&apos;S DAMN FUNNY TO ME!!'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sd2gxI0HPQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/DM-Q0EeJQhc/s72-c/LTS-snakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-3955413072005416003</id><published>2009-04-06T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:29:32.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how hypocrite can one be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sdot2S-wTKI/AAAAAAAAATo/B9F-tnJQ19g/s1600-h/deadcupid.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sdot2S-wTKI/AAAAAAAAATo/B9F-tnJQ19g/s400/deadcupid.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321616320522898594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"have u eaten?" "jiak pa beh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why people would like to ask this way? if u haven't eaten, does it mean the questioner would give u a treat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, right? then why ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like going to the church. people would ask, "how are you?" well, if i m not fine and in dire need of money, would u help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, no right? then why ask??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there is no desire to help, usually i do not even ask HOW ARE YOU? if u ask, then shirk youself the commitment to help, then we are just being HYPOCRITES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesus would say: "feed a hungry man instead of asking whether he is hungry.".....well, i think He said that if i m not wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-3955413072005416003?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/3955413072005416003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=3955413072005416003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3955413072005416003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3955413072005416003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-hypocrite-can-one-be.html' title='how hypocrite can one be?'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sdot2S-wTKI/AAAAAAAAATo/B9F-tnJQ19g/s72-c/deadcupid.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-8598515922286615226</id><published>2009-03-10T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:39:01.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stalker ALERT - perverted gay pinoy from palawan bitch!!</title><content type='html'>this babaero11 who i regretably met up with in mei ling hawker centre proved to be a pyscho wacko! a sexual pervert who stalked and flamed even though i m no long posting in those warped forums where he's stalking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at his latest posts about me. what a loser mental nutzcase!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaming Corner -  LeeTahSar subscribed to these !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.delphiforums.com/n/mb/subscribe.asp?webtag=sunkopitiam&amp;amp;msg=23690.1" target="_parent"&gt;Subscribe&lt;/a&gt; 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(1 month ago)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leetahsar subscribed to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/sinkApoor" target="_blank"&gt;sinkApoor&lt;/a&gt; (2 months ago)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leetahsar subscribed to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/four9er" target="_blank"&gt;four9er&lt;/a&gt; (2 months ago)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-8598515922286615226?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/8598515922286615226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=8598515922286615226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8598515922286615226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8598515922286615226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/03/stalker-alert-perverted-gay-pinoy-from.html' title='stalker ALERT - perverted gay pinoy from palawan bitch!!'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-2522922442431164385</id><published>2009-02-19T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:16:47.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I M HALF A CENTURY OLD TODAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SZ4uaLJ8CVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Plxcfaej9QU/s1600-h/0093.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SZ4uaLJ8CVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Plxcfaej9QU/s400/0093.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304728438294972754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SZ4uaLJ8CVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Plxcfaej9QU/s1600-h/0093.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SZ4uaLJ8CVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Plxcfaej9QU/s400/0093.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304728438294972754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SZ4uaDvtbkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ejvw7rCtfoY/s1600-h/20057282003070.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SZ4uaDvtbkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ejvw7rCtfoY/s400/20057282003070.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304728436305915458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as from today, i would be half a century old!! wow!! i ve already made it to the half mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my loving sisters are treating me to a LOBSTER dinner at sushi teh. there are so many bookings for me. i think i would have to substitute the lobster cos of an incidence a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sweet gang of laukuaybus aunties had treated me to the usual dimsum at AH YAT'S, turf city. next table to us was a group of 4 old men who looked like well-off businessmen. they ordered a humongous monster lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the lkb's eyes and mine were fixed on that lobster. one lkb nudged me to check with the friendly captain who was a hkie named VINCENT about the price of that lobster. well, it was like $400+!! my god!! i felt quite sad - for the lobster that is. for that size, it should be at least 15 yrs old. and to live such an age just to end up as someone's meal was really pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a compassion of awe and sorrow overcame me. i think i better tell the sisters to skip the lobster......now that i don't like it, at 50 yrs old now i must practise to be more compassionate and mindful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wish now is to be able to robe up as a monk wannabe. however, this fleeting desire seems to be drifting further from me. the affinity seems to be quite delusive now......;9(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SZ4uaLJ8CVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Plxcfaej9QU/s1600-h/0093.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SZ4uaLJ8CVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Plxcfaej9QU/s400/0093.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304728438294972754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2522922442431164385?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2522922442431164385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2522922442431164385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2522922442431164385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2522922442431164385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-m-half-century-old-today.html' title='I M HALF A CENTURY OLD TODAY!!'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SZ4uaLJ8CVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Plxcfaej9QU/s72-c/0093.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-4007234708131190978</id><published>2009-01-05T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:13:35.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dear hk pal and family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SWLaBZb6uBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sZPU-jxccgE/s1600-h/tamfamily1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SWLaBZb6uBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sZPU-jxccgE/s400/tamfamily1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288028630029088786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jennifer, tam, andrea, bonnie and the motherly sgt. mei jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SWLaBHSqmdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/D4DJPmo3oOE/s1600-h/tamfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SWLaBHSqmdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/D4DJPmo3oOE/s400/tamfamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288028625158445522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been about 25 yrs already...and now tam's daughter andrea has graduated :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-4007234708131190978?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/4007234708131190978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=4007234708131190978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/4007234708131190978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/4007234708131190978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-dear-hk-pal-and-family.html' title='my dear hk pal and family'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/SWLaBZb6uBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sZPU-jxccgE/s72-c/tamfamily1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-2591135984157763347</id><published>2009-01-05T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:29:16.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i famously notorious or what?!</title><content type='html'>it's been quite awhile since last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old sammyboy kopitiam had abruptly came to halt. it suffered a sudden untimely death. after acquainting with the dreaded F4, ngejay, jaslyn go, chia ti lik and kelvin thum, it was only whimssical resentment that gradually built up. the cause: unknown. like i said - whimssical resentment - unresolved, unexplained....UNKNOWN ;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as leetahsar posting all sorts of nonsense in that uncanny sbf site was both blessing, curse and heck! lots of fun....until curiousity kills the cat. i met many forummers who PM or personal message me to "meet up". my curiousity was to meet to see who was behind that nic. some were very interesting persona. some were like super glue who kept hounding you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among one who claimed to be a peter ng or babaero11 from the sandy bitch(beach) of PALAWAN. yep! a chinese filipino. the worst nightmare for anyone to have met him. but hey! this is leetahsar, the blurking goon who is as usual oblivious to the craftiness and evil-intention of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the fall out with F4, i continued to post in other nics. leetahsar moniker was banned from that zany sbf. he was in a way "murdered". (they ganged up, schemed and in the end resulted in my ban). it began with the destruction of myforum: UPHEAVAL OF LEETAHSAR where crazy topics were posted and discussed. it was meant to be light-hearted but after the relationship sour with F4, it was marked to be obeleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends turning into foes...it wasn't really my anticipation. it resulted because of discord sowing from lamei who incidentally is still sowing ;9( a troll who's already a mum of 2 is always 24/7 in the internet. never offend a woman especially a super petty, resentful and vengeful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had linked up with a number of those whom i acquainted from forums and even personal pals. what she did behind the scene was simply atrocious - sowing of discord....trying to turn pals into foes. a few was successfully manipulated and instigated and were using all kinds of funny nics to flame any posters whom they suspected was leetahsar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really ludicrous especially such flamming topics appear in "pirated" sbf forum sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i that notoriously famous or famously notorious that even in my absence, there are many clowns who would still disguise their monikers as LEETAHSAR or the likes. LOL! am i suppose to be flattered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yes and no. yes cos' it means that my postings have made an impact or impression. no cos' it shows that those clowns are seriously mentally warped to harbour such kind of unexplainable resentment by just reading my bo liao postings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 3 years have passed....and sadly the petty resentment continues. strange and childish, isn't it? hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babaero11, the real pinoy pervert is still restlessly flaming LEETAHSAR - still very resentful and vulgar with his distorted perversion of buttholes and genitalia. my god!! he's an old man. (i m older than he. but again, if he wasn't lying about his age, he looks much haggardly older).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sensed that maybe through msn, he must have linked up with the troll lamei cos the flamming on LEETAHSAR who was already not posting in those childish narrow sbf pirated sites was sprouting up non stop. whenever there was a thread on me, it would run into a long winded soap opera. damn funny!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was also a blessing to have known chiatilik and his F4 gang. if i hadn't met them, i would still be deluding myself about what politics was all about. meeting them had made me more appreciative about our gov....about the goodness they have done for our country. (before that i was just like them - very prejudiced against our gov.) there were some bad policies that to us humble peasants seem ridiculously fake. like increase GST to help the needies and the poor.....this appears preposterous!! everything becomes more expensive. how and where's the HELP? but overall, our gov does well for singapore. just look at malaysia, thailand, indonesia and other places such as taiwan or philippines etc. singaporeans should count their blessings how lucky we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also opens my deeper thoughts about the silly antics of SDP now being infiltrated with F4. ejay the nerd is now their star blogger who keeps admiring the faked up goodie-goodie of sdp. he got himself into trouble witht he law through his brainless involvement with sdp. many who involved themselves with sdp also ended up "in the longkangs". it seems that he has never learnt his lesson. he refuses to learn. how could he wake up with so much flirt and destroy and all the hypocritical encouraging praises and attention he's receiving. he worries one much. a brilliant scholar whose talent maybe destined to be wasted ;9(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blurness about things around me....about the wickedness and scheming human nature...about truth, hypocrisy, fakeries and many of the human flaws are slowly being clarified. it's like being able to perceive mindfully and clearly through the fogginess. pieces by pieces, it's like solving a complicated jigsaw puzzle - a very big piece of puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only in simplicity, that i was made to see complexities, prejudices and reality. i guess that was the biggest enlightment i got by crazily gotten myself mixed up with total strangers from the internet. some who were enemies became pals...and from pals reverted back to enemies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually what's pal and what's enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are the same. yep! the same person only with complimented opinions or clashing ideals. the real enemy is actually our ownself. if one is sincere, honest and simple, then there is no enemy. that enemy is the devil in the other person's self....a delusion of his own evil thoughts or a victim of malicious exploit or discord being sown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my simple quote: &lt;strong&gt;EMPTINESS IS FORM.....FORM IS EMPTINESS. your greatest enemy could be your best friend.&lt;/strong&gt; think about it.....;9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2591135984157763347?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2591135984157763347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2591135984157763347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2591135984157763347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2591135984157763347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-famously-notorious-or-what.html' title='am i famously notorious or what?!'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-6510416250989775581</id><published>2008-09-27T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:25:36.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sure or not?? so many viewed??</title><content type='html'>Traffic Rank for Upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com: &lt;br /&gt;Alexa traffic rank based on a combined measure of page views and users (reach)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday 1 wk. 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Change &lt;br /&gt;N/A* -- &lt;strong&gt;         13,444,739                  10,317,776 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.alexa.com/data/details/traffic_details/upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com has a traffic rank of:  13,444,739&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i thought not even 2000 views ;9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-6510416250989775581?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/6510416250989775581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=6510416250989775581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6510416250989775581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6510416250989775581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/09/sure-or-not-so-many-viewed.html' title='sure or not?? so many viewed??'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5416448950068657407</id><published>2008-08-09T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:57:32.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sins of the father falls on the child ...</title><content type='html'>living with parents who are no longer treating each other with love and respect is indeed suffering. however, sometime the suffering is transferred to the most innocent victim. this is really very sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, my little nephew was here as usual every weekend. although he was about 6 years old, he got a very fiery and stubborn temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching the tv and suddenly he was hungry. he wanted biscuits. mamalee, the doting grandma, opened a box which she just bought. but the little brat refused. it wasn't his 'kind of brand'. gosh!! how choosy could he get!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there sitting on the table was a plastic container of cookies. but these weren't fresh. they were left there by the bloody lauhanku, or the very selfish grandpa. u see, our hopeless grandpa had this tendency to store away nice fresh foodstuffs for his own consumption. when those were past the expiry dates, he would bring it out  and leave it openly to let others to eat it unwary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamalee knew it. i didn't fancy cookies. so there we had this screaming tantrums throwing little brat. he reached for that expired cookies in the plastic container. he ate it. 2 pieces some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked mamalee, "aren't those the expired cookies the bloody lauhanku brought over from the other unit of the flat?" she answered yes. i was furious and asked her why didn't she discard it? she kept quiet....then she explained lamely: "if i were to throw away food, next life i won't have enough to eat." FAINT!! i was so angry. i took the container and threw it into the dustbin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i could read her mind. she was hoping that the weird IT FT tenant would eat it instead. whether he ate or not, i wouldn't know cos weird tenant was only active when i off all the lights and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauhanku didn't want the cookies. neither did i not mamalee want to eat. yet mamalee did nothing even though she knew the biscuits weren't consumable. in the end, the innocent nephew-cum-grandson ended up being the unwitting consummer and victim of the expired biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this family, the father (the bloody lauhanku) intended harm to the family, namely me and mamalee, never for one day he gave us any peace. in turn, mamalee intended and transferred the harm hopefully to the tenant who again was another 'innocent victim'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, along came a more innocent victim - the grandson/nephew got hit. well, it was a tummy ache that followed and off to see a doctor which costed about $50...and all thanks to those wild expired biscuits left intentionally by the bloody lauhanku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauhanku sowed the sins. mamalee nurtured it. finally a totally innocent child harvested all the sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chui guo...chui guo...ornitoufo .....;9(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5416448950068657407?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5416448950068657407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=5416448950068657407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5416448950068657407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5416448950068657407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/08/wild-expired-biscuits.html' title='the sins of the father falls on the child ...'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-9150457316823835760</id><published>2008-06-24T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:11:55.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 -15 JUNE, CHURCH CAMP</title><content type='html'>i joined a church camp from 12 - 15 june. i joined because it was complimentary. it's been quite a while since i could not afford any holidays now like last time i used to indulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a short trip to kuala lumpur, THE PALACE OF THE GOLDEN HORSE resot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin peter would be bunking with me. his family was taking another adjoining room. in the end, i had the whole room to myself. peter bunked with his wife and 2 kids. the european cup was on. maybe he didn't wanna intrude my sleep. he rather intruded his family's instead. what a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peter and i grew up from the same kampong. went to the same primary school in the same school bus. when we were resettled into hdb we remained as neighbours in opposite blocks. however, we were quite drifted apart unlike the kampong era until now - thanks to his church. after he married and shifted out, we even hardly communicated until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't much to write about the camp actually. it was rather boring. all the while was spent inside this sterile resort that has nothing much to offer. eat, listen to preaching and then sleep. that's what mainly the activities were all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only on a saturday afternoon, that we were brought either to SUNWAY LAGOON, MINES SHOPPING or KLCC where we could shop or eat for a couple of hours before it was back to more churchy matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.15am i gotta be up cos. breakfast was 7.30pm. thanks to the hotel room's powerful desk alarm, i never failed to awake. i needed at least half an hour to poo. pai seh.....i also need to read the news, take my diabetic medication and morning tea. it's my morning routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the camp, it was buffet breakfast. yep! in fact all meals were BUFFET! to think it took my the last 3 mths to lose about 3 kg, it was all coming back with vengeance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ambience there was friendly and congenial. i sat around with other participants who i barely knew. some of them knew me cos they were in either one of the church field trips which i undertook or from the gardening class. so yes, i acquainted with many but i think it would be quite embarrassing again when we meet cos i might not be able to recall their names. (in fact, i ve forgotten many names already ....;9(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unknown to me, i was very fortunate during one of the meals to sit next to PASTOR BENNY HO. i even joked with him and revealed that i was "much older than he" until the other diners at the table told me he was the preacher for the camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same table, was this lady, i think she was FLORENCE who introduced herself as a missionary worker in chiangmai. i felt she was a remarkable grandma still passionate in christian work to a foreign ulu place in mountainous chiangmai. she told me she needed expertise in gardening and hoped i could visit there. i was told there the church would be organising a trip there this DEC. well, like they say....i would await the 'will of God to lead me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best happening during this church camp would be the ingenuinity of the organisers to arrange for a pickup load of durians driven up to this resort. everyone was thrilled and feasted on the very solid oomph! durians. it was a durians buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the best thing, i learned from this camp was the atmosphere of love, care, concern, patience and  friendliness of everyone displayed to each other. many had been touched by the HOLY SPIRIT and rightfully this retreat was named GE08 or God Encounter '08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, well, i was touched by one of the song AMAZING GRACE in an added version with a chorus that goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chain is loose...&lt;br /&gt;i was set free..&lt;br /&gt;the love of god&lt;br /&gt;has come to me&lt;br /&gt;the flood of fire....&lt;br /&gt;has set me free&lt;br /&gt;the love of god,&lt;br /&gt;amazing grace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hope i got all the lyrics right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the church would be fully upgraded in 2008. i hope my affinity with it would continue. it's my journey of spiritual discovery. i was a on/off church goer. i can't called myself a christian. now i m more into buddhism as it has enlightened and brightened up my life with more 'absolute' happiness. i m poor now and yet there is certain intrinsic joy in me which i didn't experience last time when i was many times richer running my garden business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMPTINESS IS FORM....FORM IS EMPTINESS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this phrase is simple and yet complex. it contradicts itself yet if u think deeper, it seems to make alot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was rich, i tot i got happiness. but did it?&lt;br /&gt;now that i was poor, i tot i would be sad. but am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was rich, i indulged. in the end i was blessed with diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;now that i m poor, i realise the value of money. but strangely, i have never felt lighter in all my life with lesser attachments. when one feels light, he should be feeling a tinge of happiness.....;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quote from the rinpoche in a buddhist seminar before i attended this church camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are a buddhist, u can still believe in other religion such as christianity, islam and etc....but once u become a christian or muslim, you shall not be allowed to indulge in buddhism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does that mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think buddhism is accepting the nature of things as it is while many other religions fail to do that. maybe buddhism isn't a religion after all. it's a living philosophy to help us live harmoniously and happily with others. ornitoufo....;9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-9150457316823835760?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/9150457316823835760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=9150457316823835760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/9150457316823835760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/9150457316823835760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/06/12-15-june-church-camp.html' title='12 -15 JUNE, CHURCH CAMP'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-7121703797879796907</id><published>2008-06-16T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T06:31:27.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wowsay!! did i write all those postings??</title><content type='html'>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/discuss-singapore/msearch?query=leetahsar&amp;pos=10&amp;cnt=10&lt;br /&gt;someone actually collects my more interesting and controversial postings. when i went over it, i was quite pleasantly surprised and questioned myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I REALLY WRITE ALL THOSE?....;9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-7121703797879796907?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/7121703797879796907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=7121703797879796907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/7121703797879796907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/7121703797879796907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/06/wowsay-did-i-write-all-those-postings.html' title='wowsay!! did i write all those postings??'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-2121388573656493001</id><published>2008-06-08T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:37:41.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jason is now a singapore PR</title><content type='html'>quite sometime that i updated my weird FT IT tenant who has been staying with me for almost 5 years.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was saturday. as usual, checked the letterboxes for my 2 units pigeonhole flats. as usual, bills abundant and another letter for jason, my tenant who should be 26 by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stuck his mail onto his door held by the door knob. he was still asleep. he should be after frequent late TGIF (thank god it's friday) nights. click! the door opened. the letter landed on his feet which he sheepishly picked it up, tore it open and read the content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeh...yeh...yahoo!!!..." jason suddenly went berserk and delirious. he was yelling and jumping up and down. my goodness! it was the first that i witnessed the missing child-liked in him. he was always brooding and acting cool beyond the maturity of his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" i asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was smiling and still jumping up and down with glee. "I got singapore PR!...i got singapore pr!!" he yelped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so?....what's so great about getting singapore PR?? many  are leaving and giving up their singapore citizenship. strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i didn't say that to him but i was happy for him too seeing him glowing with so much delights. he had been very depressed the past few weeks and was really stressed by his works and personal matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a silver lining of the cloud, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could tease him a little. "wow! so happy!" i exclaimed. "ya!! i can buy hdb flats now....really fantastic!!" he cheerfully replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya right! hdb pigeonhole...u gotta be kidding!! yep! he's really oblivious that i didn't raise his rental after 5 yrs when the hdb room rates are now escalating like nobody's business. his room could easily fetch at least $500. but he is still having it at $300 per month. he should be happier having a landlord like me instead so free 3-in-1 coffee, instant noodles, fruits, milk, sugar-free fruit juices and etc..and yes all on the house....and lots of TLC, tender loving care...hahaha...;9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2121388573656493001?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2121388573656493001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2121388573656493001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2121388573656493001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2121388573656493001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/06/jason-is-now-singapore-pr.html' title='jason is now a singapore PR'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-2060782240707439458</id><published>2008-05-23T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:52:03.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 2</title><content type='html'>I told my pal not to feel so dejected. i got a plan to help him get a new phone FREE OF CHARGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him since this expensive phone he got was less than a month, it must be still under warranty. everything would be simple then. first of all, he got to open up the handphone casing and dry it with a hair dryer ...and yes - made sure that there wasn't any remnant poo in it. yucks! he should leave the handphone open so that any moisture would have evaporated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days later, we met to go to singtel shop and banged table complaining that the phone was faulty. of course, singtel would oblige him with a free replacement. he was subscribed to quite an expensive telco plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true enough, singtel staff was very pleasant and obliging. my pal got a free replacement and the smile on his face was priceless!!.....and yes, i got a free humble treat from him - WEE NAM KEE CHICKEN RICE at balestier road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, i brought him to pray at NOVENA CHURCH which was opposite the chicken rice shop. he wasn't really in good luck recently and was brooding most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was back briefly to attend his father-in-law's sudden demise wake and had to return to suzhou where he was permanently stationed. poor guy just got some cold and sarcastic remarks from his boss cos business wasn't really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope the praying would bring some spiritual consolation to him...and peace be with him. ornitofou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2060782240707439458?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2060782240707439458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2060782240707439458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2060782240707439458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2060782240707439458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-2.html' title='PART 2'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5271572393676519115</id><published>2008-05-23T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:35:55.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>handphone, poo and hahaha....</title><content type='html'>it was really a hilarious incident. i just couldn't imagine how it could have happened but it happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a hearty makan, my pal was rumbling in the tummy. we headed for the gents and he entered a cubicle to settle his business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a busy fella. pooing and still so busy answering calls. i waited for him at the the lounge of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later when he came out, he looked kinda of sheepish. when asked why he took so long, he shyly revealed that he dropped his handphone into his poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha! i burst out laughing uncontrollably. how did it happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said he had just finished a call and slipped his hp into his pocket. he was almost done and when he stood up to zip up, his handphone fell out...right into his shit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what next? well, he flushed and retrieved his hp and washed it thoroughly. but his newly bought handphone of few days old was as good as stinky dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder any of u got this kind of comical experience?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5271572393676519115?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5271572393676519115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=5271572393676519115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5271572393676519115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5271572393676519115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/05/handphone-poo-and-hahaha.html' title='handphone, poo and hahaha....'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-1993994716409385569</id><published>2008-05-06T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T08:03:26.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>should i kill the ants?</title><content type='html'>2 days later, don and andrew invited me to another buddhist seminar. it was a sunday. don drove me in his new honda JAZZ with andrew inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was another interesting seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it began with offering to the statue of a seated MAITREYA BUDDHA. first it was a lighted lotus candle, then a plate of sweetly scented michelia/jasmine, then a vase of chyrsanthemums,another nice floral arrangement followed....then a bowl of fruits and finally a tray of 2 cups water with another cup of fruit juice in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was followed by some thanksgiving verbal acknowledgement. then all seated and 'puja' chanting began in pali which i was totally blank and blur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, a sri lankan professor who was well-versed in buddhism preached. finally question time. again, i was sitting right infront - face to face with the professor. he prompted me to ask the first question. oh well, here i went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as buddhist practitioner, if there are ants in my house , can i kill them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...that was the only question i recalled from the last seminar just 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this professor answered it very wisely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not whether we should be killing the ants or not. we should ask ourselves why the ants happened to be there proliferating in the first place. they are like the karma to the action we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, if we keep our place clean....no food scraps lying everywhere, where would the ants come from? they won't come if there isn't anything like food to attract them, right? and if we have kept the place spick and spank, then we would definitely not getting the ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....make sense isn't it? i thought if he was stumped by it, i would just gave him the MONK AND NUN ANTS by the tibetan rinpoche....hahahaha! it's not about killing of the ants, more importantly it should be the CONTROLLING of our actions. hence if we are mindful of our action, then bad karmic effect like the appearance of the ants wouldn't have appeared and we as buddhist practitioners won't be in a dilemma of whether to kill the ants or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my answer was even simpler and straightforward. if it harms us and causes unhappiness to us, for heaven's sake just spray the ants with baygon. PROBLEM SOLVED! hahahaha.....;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i enlightened or am i not? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-1993994716409385569?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/1993994716409385569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=1993994716409385569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1993994716409385569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1993994716409385569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/05/should-i-kill-ants.html' title='should i kill the ants?'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-4426150172445647135</id><published>2008-05-06T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T07:44:31.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was slammed with a 2000yr old buddha statue!</title><content type='html'>1st may, labour day which was a public holiday. don, andrew and i attended a buddhist seminar by CHOKYI NYIMA RINPOCHE who was a renowned mdeditation master from eastern tibet. shortly before the chinese invasion of tibet in 1959, rinpoche left with his family for Sikkim. (i think that's in Nepal, not very sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it was quite a amusing and fun seminar. it was a bit odd that it seem i was the only who could understand his uncanny wiry jokes. he laughed. i laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then question time. there was this even weirder question which really was very amusing and memorable which came from a laukuaybu. it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rinpoche, my house is infested with lots of ants. as buddhist practitioner, i understand i cannot kill....so what am i going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rinpoche lifted his eye brows and was a bit blurred by the question. he answered anyway in a very amusing manner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..ok...u divide the ants into male ants and female ants. the male ants u train to be monk ants; the female, nun ants...then u breed them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha....your is a funny question so i give u a funny answer...hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was deriliously hilarious!! the audience laughed wildly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, it was blessing time. don, andrew and i was seated in the front seats hence we were first to go up the stage to receive blessing from the rinpoche. oopss..and oops ooops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lady mc annouced: please present your ang pows offering to rinpoche after he blesses u. however, before she announced, rinpoche had already mentioned something that "no need to pray to me or prostrate to me...later when i bless you, no offering please...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was i suppose to do? who care! just queue up behind those monks and lamas who were first to be blessed. they offered their angpows but the rinpoche swiftly put it back onto their palm and asked them to go after blessing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew was quick. he rushed out to the reception got 3 red packets. before he could give it to me to fill up with offering money, i was already kneeling infront of the rinpoche. he smiled, chanted some mantra and 'slammed' me with a small 2000yr old brass buddha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, was i supposed to feel anything? er...to be honest - NO. NOTHING,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i understood what the rinpoche said before he started his preaching:&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT PRAY TO ME OR PROSTRATE TO ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i understood. the blessing was just a gesture to motivate ourselves to practise harder and be more compassionate to our fellow beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understood that he was also only another human being - wiser and more enlightened and hence sharing his thoughts and teaching. that was probably the reason why he stressed 'don't pray or prostrate to me'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadhu...sadhu...emptiness is form, form is emptiness .....;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one very important lesson that i valued learning most from the rinpoche. that is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN ONE PRACTISES BUDDHISM, HE CAN STILL CONTINUE TO BE WHAT HE BELIEVES IN. HE CAN STILL BE CHRISTIAN OR MUSLIM OR ETC...BUT IF HE'S A CHRISTIAN, THEN IT WOULD BE DIFFEICULT FOR HIM TO PRACTISE BUDDHISM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;footnote: don and i have know each other for about 3yrs. it was weird. we actually know each other through msn while he was studying for his master in adelaide. he was suppose to remain and work in oz but chose to return here to work. according to him, it was higher pay and better privileges here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i acquainted andrew through don. andrew is one helluva buddhist practitioner. i was astounded by his depth of buddhist knowledge. he was the youngest and i was the oldest ....pai seh ;9)...and the stupidest and blurcock one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-4426150172445647135?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/4426150172445647135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=4426150172445647135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/4426150172445647135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/4426150172445647135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-slammed-with-2000yr-old-buddha.html' title='i was slammed with a 2000yr old buddha statue!'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-6756536705907688086</id><published>2008-04-22T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:12:03.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bj joe, the swallowing atm and the smoking table - 4</title><content type='html'>this pub was a gem! it was heavily shaded by some tall tecoma grandiflora trees. it faced the river. there was a path where many cute joggers were using the track. wow!! just look at those ang mo mei meis!! wow..wow..wee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was happy hour time. beer was on offer. joe ordered a pitcher of calsberg. i had a jug and joe had the rest of the beer. then the comedy started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe to waiter: could i ve a pack of cigarettes?&lt;br /&gt;waiter: yes...what kind do u want? we only have 2 brands: viceroy and dunhill.&lt;br /&gt;joe: huh? how much a pack?&lt;br /&gt;waiter: er...different prices. u want metho, standard or light.&lt;br /&gt;joe, getting impatient: ok, viceroy how much? what's that brand bob? never heard of it before..&lt;br /&gt;waiter: no problem, sir. i bring a pack to u...that would be $10.50&lt;br /&gt;joe: what!! that fucking expensive!!&lt;br /&gt;lts: joe, the gov makes the money from the tax...not them who sells u.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: ok...give me viceroy.&lt;br /&gt;waiter went to get a pack and was back after collecting the cash from joe: sorry, sir....but u cannot smoke here!&lt;br /&gt;i just couldn't contain my laughter any longer and burst out laughing very loudly...hahahaha...!!&lt;br /&gt;joe was really pissed now! : what the fuck!!?? why cannot smoke here? that table is smoking...and that one the guests there are smoking...why i cannot smoke here??!!&lt;br /&gt;waiter, a bit awkard and feeling stupid: er....sorry sir. those there and there ...they can smoke. but this table u cannot...&lt;br /&gt;joe: huh?? what??? ( i thought any moment joe was going to vomit blood!) what the fuck is all this nonsens??&lt;br /&gt;lts: joe, this is singapore with all the stupid rules and law. u better heed his advice or u will get fined...and his restaurant will also be fined.&lt;br /&gt;a dejected joe was totally helpless: ok where can i smoke then?&lt;br /&gt;waiter, pointing towards some high table: over there, sir...&lt;br /&gt;joe: wtf!! there is no chairs to sit!!??&lt;br /&gt;waiter: sorli sir....i go get u a high stool....&lt;br /&gt;and that settle smoking bj joe who was angrily puffing away sitting on the high chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked a a pathetic joe and could help laughing out again. joe feeling quite silly, laughed too in the end: bob, u got some really fucked up tight ass cuntry here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friendly ozzie who noticed what was going on came up to console joe: ya...this place is really funny....i don't smoke but my wife does....and we shifted from the non smoking table to this smoking after the guests here left. it's funny!!&lt;br /&gt;joe: bob....i m seeing a doctor here to check my heart tomorrow...SERIOUS!!....all these fuckups are giving me a pain in my chest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it was a lovely pub with weird rules. we couldn't blame them for we really have tightassed people running the hypocritical gov here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-6756536705907688086?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/6756536705907688086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=6756536705907688086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6756536705907688086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6756536705907688086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/04/bj-joe-swallowing-atm-and-smoking-table_1482.html' title='bj joe, the swallowing atm and the smoking table - 4'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-2219515551949923684</id><published>2008-04-22T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:50:27.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bj joe, the swallowing atm and the smoking table - 3</title><content type='html'>we entered HSBC which housed also STARBUCK, up the escalator and soon we approached the receptionist counter. joe asked me to wait for him in the "PRESTIGE ACCOUNTS LOUNGE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! it was really spacious. as i passed by the coffee dispenser, a friendly auntie asked me what drink did i want?&lt;br /&gt;LTS: free is it?&lt;br /&gt;smiling auntie: yes free ( bigger smile)&lt;br /&gt;LTS: ok...er...capuccino can?&lt;br /&gt;auntie: no problem. please take a seat. will be with u in a moment. (more smiles and a bow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow!! they really made u feel very 'VIP' and grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i sat on the sofa, i grabbed hold of BUSINESS TIMES and started to read. soon the my kopi capuccino was here. wow! what was there? a HSBC shaped butter cookie! yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;and the capuccino tasted exactly like starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon joe had got his personal banking matters settled. he was served his espresso while going through his documents. when he was satisfied, we headed downstair to the atm cos' joe needed to withdraw some cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOE suddenly yelped: HELL!!! fuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;i went to him: what's wrong joe?&lt;br /&gt;joe: the fucking machine swallowed my card!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he approached the receptionist stationed there but she was occupied at that moment. joe was pissed!! and that frowns on his face was threatening indeed!&lt;br /&gt;joe: what a fuck is this place!! i was trying to change my PIN and after changing it, i keyed in my new PIN...and the bloody card got swallowed by the fucking atm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh!! it was first time i heard so many fierce expletives from gorgeous bj joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the receptionist noticed how pissed joe was, momemtarily excused herself from her immediate client and attended to joe. she gave joe a slip and told him to return the next day when the card could be retrieved after the bank closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what to do? we exited the bank and joe was one furious dissatisfied customer. he was brooding and mumbling more to himself then to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe: bob...what a fuck up practice this place have!!&lt;br /&gt;LTS: simmer down joe....relax....coool...coool...c'mon let me buy u a good makan in takashimaya. there is a good dimsum restaurant at B1. let's go to CRYSTAL JADE.&lt;br /&gt;joe: sorry bob...i don't ve much cash now cos that fucking atm swallowed my bloody card!!&lt;br /&gt;lts: joe....don't worry la...i m paying!! c'mon let's go and enjoy our meal. tomorrow u can come again...anyway, they still have to finalise some details with you what...relaxx....and joe, do u need some cash or not? i could lend you first.&lt;br /&gt;joe: it's ok...oh!! a money changer....i go change some spare cash first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went there and boy!! how our currency had appreciated. 1000 rmb was only S$195. in the end, joe changed USD100 which was only S$133. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached CRYSTAL JADE, placed our order and ate. joe ordered a honeyed pork noodle while i had a stewed beef noodle. he ordered another plate of char siew. then joe asked: could i have egg?&lt;br /&gt;LTS: huh? egg? as in &lt;em&gt;fu rong dan&lt;/em&gt;?? (scrambled eggs with chopped char siew and shrimps)&lt;br /&gt;joe: whatever...so long as egg. can i have diet coke.&lt;br /&gt;LTS: fine....i ve &lt;em&gt;puer er&lt;/em&gt; tea. ( this one was free flow and for only 80c per person)&lt;br /&gt;in a jiffy, our ordered was served and we dug in.&lt;br /&gt;after the makan, joe was deeply engrossed in his pda on one hand and his local handphone sms-ing on the other. i felt so bored and neglected so i browsed through the receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? what was that?? towel?? we didn't use any towel. we used the tissue which i carried with me.&lt;br /&gt;LTS: auntie, how come got towel charges. we didn't use leh.&lt;br /&gt;auntie: oh...sorli...i go deduct from the bill.&lt;br /&gt;lts: thanks (turning to joe) joe!! u damn busy hor!! what am i suppose to do now ...watching u fiddling ur 2 handphones is it?&lt;br /&gt;joe: sorli la, bob....must msg back to beijing....about my instruction...wait a while please for their reponse.&lt;br /&gt;lts: why are u here this time joe? the bank thing is it?&lt;br /&gt;joe: yes...but also to see if there's a post here i could transfer over...i very sick with my bj job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we chatted and finally, we decided to drop by a pal's shop which was nearby. unfortunately, he wasn't around so joe and me decided to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was almost 5.15pm. joe wanted to take the cab. i stopped him.&lt;br /&gt;LTS: joe, don't take the cab. it's very expensive now....it's like $3 surcharge and then 35% additional to the fair. u see the long queue of taxis? no one's taking them this peak period!&lt;br /&gt;joe was quite dejected. he had to be cos i told him i don't pay for cab. and he didn't have much money with him for today.&lt;br /&gt;joe: then how bob? i don't have much smaller change either to take bus.&lt;br /&gt;lts: don't worry la...i pay for u. there is a direct bus from here back to your condo. let's take that.&lt;br /&gt;joe: ok, thanks bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, we reached miramar hotel. we alighted and crossed over. i thought joe was reutrning to hi condo there. but no. instead he brought me to a nice cosy pub by the river.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2219515551949923684?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2219515551949923684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2219515551949923684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2219515551949923684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2219515551949923684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/04/bj-joe-swallowing-atm-and-smoking-table_6471.html' title='bj joe, the swallowing atm and the smoking table - 3'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-7039713785791807974</id><published>2008-04-22T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:19:15.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bj joe, the swallowing atm and the smoking table - 2</title><content type='html'>it was the appointed time. joe and i agreed to meet and i was suppose to bring him to dimsum in red star. but it was awfully quiet my handphone. i decided to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the phone rang for quite a while: hello...mmmph...hmmp...hello...who's this?&lt;br /&gt;LTS: JOE!!! u still sleeping!! aiyo! aren't we suppose to have dim sum.&lt;br /&gt;joe: sorli...overslept...i slept at 4am this morning...give me an hour to freshen up i call, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then it was almost 2.30pm. supposed to accompany him to the bank and banks here usually closed by 3.30pm. i called joe and asked him to wait outside his condo while in the taxi and would be picking him up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there bj joe was waiting as gorgeous as metrosexual as ever!! he was like posing like a model there. the taxi horned him. he saw me inside and hastily hopped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTS: WOW! JOE!! molton brown shower gel is over powering man!! (his shopping list for last trip here)&lt;br /&gt;smiling and pleased, joe: u looking good, bob! &lt;br /&gt;a hug and a firm handshake followed.&lt;br /&gt;LTS: so..are u hungry for dim sum, joe?&lt;br /&gt;joe: no la....i think we gotta go to the bank first, settle my things and then makan after that. ok?&lt;br /&gt;LTS: u r the boss, joe....uncle, please take us to orchard road HSBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the taxi passed by the ERP. beep!! soon we reached orchard hsbc. the fare - my goodness!! almost $10!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-7039713785791807974?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/7039713785791807974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=7039713785791807974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/7039713785791807974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/7039713785791807974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/04/bj-joe-swallowing-atm-and-smoking-table_22.html' title='bj joe, the swallowing atm and the smoking table - 2'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-311374229002208237</id><published>2008-04-22T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:07:21.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bj joe, the swallowing atm and the smoking table</title><content type='html'>ppppp..pp. the handphone beeped with sms that read: HI, I M BACK IN SG....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? who the hell was there and back in singapore? the number wasn't listed in my hp's addressbook. i replied: WHO R U? silence. for the rest of the day, it was silent. no beeping of handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midnite. ppppp...pp!! suddenly a reply in my hp: THIS IS JOE. oh my god!! beijing joe was here! replied sms to him: W R U now? silence. not again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30am. ppppp.....pp!! hp read: IN MY CONDO here la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guessed i just gotta call him to check him out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTS: hi joe! alamak!! u din id yourself and u only reply until now...susah man you!&lt;br /&gt;joe: sorli la...bz lah. so how are you, old pal?&lt;br /&gt;LTS: ok. and what about u?&lt;br /&gt;joe: me? er...i need u to help me tomorrow to go to the bank....ok or not?&lt;br /&gt;LTS: no problem. u call when u ready to go. u going to pubs again?&lt;br /&gt;joe: no la....tired. i think i sleep after finishing some paperworks. so i see ye tomorrow. g'nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...asking me to the bank?? wow!! he must have brought a fortune with him ;9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-311374229002208237?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/311374229002208237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=311374229002208237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/311374229002208237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/311374229002208237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/04/bj-joe-swallowing-atm-and-smoking-table.html' title='bj joe, the swallowing atm and the smoking table'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5415292530672979306</id><published>2008-04-17T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:12:29.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pussy, gayboys and used condoms</title><content type='html'>just for u, this story actually got side-tracks. oblivious to bitch - maybe she simply plays ignorant - seow kow kang could be a gay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has a horde of gayboys at his disposal. there would be frequent 'loving' smses in his handphone. he would smile sweetly after reading them. he's really proud of himselff as he is not only pretty to bitch, he's even prettier to his gayboys admirers......hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ter after abandoning the illicit lovelorn couple iss always being pestered by seow kow kang's gayboys. he deploys them to irritate him non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tua sai  sniggles when ah ter complains to him. he loves to see others suffer as long as this nerd is the bystander. when ah ter tells the gayboys that tua sai is interested in them, the gayboys contact him. well, u don't see tua sai laughing anymore. instead he is angry and cusses ah ter forcefully. and we thought that tua sai loves the attention of the gayboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the spammings from gayboys get even hotter, they even send MMS to ah ter with explicit pictures of the prick and claim that that belongs to seow kow kang!! FAINT!! then even more sms-es about detailed XXX activities they were having with seow kow kang. DOUBLE FAINT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the XXX message to a dejected gayboy was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I VE JUS FUCKED A WET CB, WHAT CAN U GIVE ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a desperate lust-lorn gayboy was hoping to get ah ter to date seow kow kang for him. my god!! ah ter has since abandoned that uncanny group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only after ah ter being so pissed off by the persistent bo liao sms-es, he warns the gayboys horde that he shall show all those XXX sms and mms to the police if they continue their nonsense. as a word of advice, ah ter told the gayboys to stop being exploited by seow kow kang who's simply a very itchy dickhead. after using them properly, they will be discarded like his used condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what after that message? another mms with a cum filled used condom sent to ah ter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAINT! FAINT! FAINT!! the extend one would go to get their over their petty little vindictive revenge. (this last sentence, i bet it would be copied and used it back on me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another final sms message - a compliment from one of the gayboy reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI, WHO IS JESSICA? SEOW KOW KANG TELL ME IT'S HIS NEW GF. WHO'S SHE? I NEED TO KNOW PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5415292530672979306?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5415292530672979306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=5415292530672979306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5415292530672979306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5415292530672979306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/04/pussy-gayboys-and-used-condoms.html' title='pussy, gayboys and used condoms'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-3743275279415167589</id><published>2008-04-16T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:51:45.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sharksfin, abalone, mata la kopi...PART 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;food...glorious sharksfin and abalone!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there is an ICON that can fit the description: STUBBORN IDIOTS, these bunch of jokers would fit the bill perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seow kow kang, tua sai and bitch were finally arrested for 'illegal assembly'. they were charged and fined. that was indeed fine to them!! it was their intended plan not to pay the fine. they would rather squat in queenstown remand hotel. checking into the superior rooms there were actually what they had intended cos then their other altered ego as human rights activists would be initiated and further misled peasants that there was really no respectable laws in sinkieland. their aim was to incur wrath of peasants and hoping that would stir up their emotion to gang up against the gov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, like starting of this page, they are STUBBORN IDIOTS who thought the rest of peasants could also be their same kind of species as stubborn idiots. the ploy failed - miserably. there wasn't really a crowd during their protest rally. there wasn't any uproar when they were convicted. life went on. their antics was frowned upon as another side-show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were however some benefits that derived from all these:  CANNED SHARKSFIN &amp; ABALONE dropped in prices!! so AH YAT screamed in the ads: COME EAT AH!!....LAI AH!!! ALL HALF PRICED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i m now....feasting with LTS and his motley gang of laukuaybus over the half-priced sharksfin and abalone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, lau ah lian, pass the red vinegar please......ah huay, alamak!! u don't gulp down a whole piece of your abalone lah!! my god!! use the fork and knife to cut...jialat man, you!! tah sar, stop beaming at your beaming abalone...and could u please wipe that teary eyes of yours and start eating!! aiyo, you people are damn cartoon!!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;basket!! 3STOOGE4 u really saboed me!! they mata la kopi and u still wanna kar chio them. you damn bad leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lau ah lian: aiyo, tahsar, that orh yue tang deserved it lah!! she laukuaybu, we also laukuaybus....u see we behave like that or not? eat ur abalone and slurp your sharksfin before they get cold......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-3743275279415167589?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/3743275279415167589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=3743275279415167589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3743275279415167589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3743275279415167589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/04/sharksfin-abalone-mata-la-kopipart-5.html' title='sharksfin, abalone, mata la kopi...PART 5'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-8155792131580503773</id><published>2008-04-16T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:47:44.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sharksfin, abalone, mata la kopi...PART 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEWS...NEWS...AND MORE NEWS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ter told the story to me. as soon as it was posted, bitch's clones were deployed for the attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had appeared as anticipated. the nasty gang of cyberbullies have finally shown themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a strange cybercafe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who attack them shall be gang bullied. but when bitch attack sai kong seng or wp, they would also appeared and join in the fray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past, when sdp was criticised, clones were passive. as soon as bitch, seow kow kang and tua sai joined sdp, the defensive and edgy clones would come to defend and attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is indeed a strange cybercafe of misled souls and cyber terrorists. it could be witnessed how seriously wrong the blurcocks here could be easily influenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cyberworld, hence anyone can protray what s/he wanna be. and ugly bitch could just be a hotmama and all the teekopehs here would throw in to support her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human rights could be protrayed for fighting for peasants but in actual fact, they have unrevealed motives and hidden agendas....like maybe they were pissed by overpriced sharksfins and abalones. to protest againt those would seem kind of lame so u dilute it with expensive GOLD branded milk powder, big packet of GLICO POCKY, expensive BRANDED KOPI powder, pricey small packet japanese rice and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the news read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD FOOD PRICES INCREASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch and seow kow kang had a dire ambition to rule the land cos' kow kang thought with the wealth and fame he was enjoying now, it was time to go something bigger. maybe the mutual exploitation of each other as bitch was a fishmonger troll. she was like an epidemic easily spreading her contagious F&amp;D virus infecting many brainless idiots who deluded her as some kind of hotstuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for tua sai, he was easily manipulated. all one need was to put another mei mei - a cute little niece maybe -  close to him and all the brainjuices would flow south to his little dickhead - another victim of the diaboilical F&amp;D virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the swelling of the self-motivated and self-righteous confidence grew. seow kow kang thought it was time to take on the gov and tried to overthrow it. they schemed a protest calling it as 'peaceful'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was anything but peaceful......as it was anything legal without any police approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then news after news followed. it was splashed all over the urban dailies. ang kong kia found out what bitch was doing behind his back. all the evidences were recorded. all the chat messages, the flirtatious sms-ses, the love letters etc....all exposed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if that wasn't enough. seow kow kang was arrested and manhandled by ugly female matas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it led to a chain of reaction. tua sai was invited to have kopi in mata chu. the matas also visited bitch. now this was really big time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now not only ang kong kia realised that she wasn't a simple housewife or mother, she even brought his kids without informing them for some silly peaceful protest! to aggravate things, the poor mother-in-law now also knew about her altered ego activities. (maybe they should just rid the maid so that bitch would be more occupied with housework instead of occupying in all those nonsense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for tua sai, his aged parents must have been devastated. they must have thought that their son was just a harmless nerd studying deligiently in university, oogling once a while in gym and surfing alot of porn in the net....and that was about all their son's life was all about. to them he was a great son - one who any mothers would love their daughters to bring him home to have tea. how wrong they could perceive and their world came crashing apart at the mata's la kopi invitation to tua sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's going to happen next? convictions to follow soon.....just gotta wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-8155792131580503773?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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the office. he took a long walk to stroll chinatown. as he was walking, he was pondering over the reasons why would bitch and seow kow kang chose to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of them were total strangers who were regulars in the chatroom. tua sai was rather passive during the interrogative ordeal. either he knew what was going to happen and chose to not to tell ah ter prior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ter came with tua sai but the former left alone while the latter remained behind. it was indeed a very strange meeting...a meeting involving in much hidden motives and agendas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-4278632941407911776?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/4278632941407911776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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were walking towards kow kang's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ter: why today kow kang invites us to his office...strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tua sai: don't worry la....he just closed a deal and made a heap. he wants to share his happiness with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ter was brooding. he had this uncanny sense to foretell trouble approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they finally reached NEHNEH building where seow kow kang and bitch were there waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! it was a big office with a view! bitch was inside kow kang's personal office and fiddling his personal pc. kow kang was welcoming. he even prepared exquisite cookies and his hot chocolate for ah ter and tua sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tua sai: wow!! look at those collections of books you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was awed by how elegantly the office was designed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch: come see....see what this idiot sai kong seng posted in sbf cafe....kanna sai! hahahaha...always doing his sai kong show. what a moron!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 heads were locked into the extra big screen. it was a funny posting. they laughed in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seated into their individual chair, kow kang began the chit chat. bitch was lying lazily on the big sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch sighed: hiazzz!! ....so sleepy....i lie down, ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was casual conversation. jokes, more jokes and laughters followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch was impatient. she got up and asked: ah ter, did u msn luan ram last nite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luan ram was the ex-darling of bitch. ah ter knew him almost the same time he knew bitch and seow kow kang. tua sai was engrossed in reading the books from the tall bookcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ter, in his naivety answered: ya. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch was pissed. her anger and displeasure was gradually building up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she probed further: why luan ram told me u asked him about me and seow kow kang?.....why u wanna know about us??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ter was taken back. he thought that was a personal casual msn with luan ram and could not figure how when bitch was so agitated about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch continued: you wanna know about us...you ask us la...why must ask luan ram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ter: huh? what's all this about? i find it strange that both of your behaviour is so abnormal.....and that incessant calls to seow kow kang ..then you..then he..then you again...itches me with intense curiosity.....what did luan ram tell you? it was just casual. how come u so kang cheong??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seow kow kang: luan ram is from the competitor company.....u don't ask him about us...you ask us about us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ter could sense fire power building up. the stern hostile tone caught the attention of dua sai. he was looking rather blank and clueless what was happening. the mood had turned quite interrogative and intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch: so what if i make love to seow kow kang....what if...(censored)...and what if (censored..censored)...what the fuck care to you?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seow kow kang parroted after her: yes! what the fuck gotta do with you?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor ah ter! it was a casual meetup like before and he did not anticipate such distress he was put in. dua sai was all the while quite muffled. it was like he knew it beforehand but he had kept it from ah ter so that they could entrap ah ter in their liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ter finally spoke up: it really pains me ...to see u a wife and mother behind in such a bitchy manner....and seow kow, u have just married ah girl....let me guess...ah girl already knows what going on between bitch and u??...oh please don't tell me she knew....oh dear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about your husband, bitch? how could u do it to ur loving hubby, ang kong kia. what's going on between u 2 guys???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-4845904526595719439?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/4845904526595719439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=4845904526595719439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/4845904526595719439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/4845904526595719439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/04/sharksfin-abalone-mata-la-kopipart-2.html' title='sharksfin, abalone, mata la kopi...PART 2'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-2857785540393198381</id><published>2008-04-16T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:42:28.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sharksfin, abalone, mata la kopi...PART 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FLIRT &amp; DESTROY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, if u were born a bitchy chiobu - in reallife not as one would exaggerate in cyber - FLIRT &amp; DESTROY come in very handy to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the recent news about F^D her younger lover to rid her husband was a breeze. she didn't need to raise a finger to see blood. the idiotic blurcock did all the dirty works for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, LAWS AND HEAVEN got eyes. both of them are convicted now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't this story very familiar in this cybercafe too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more urban tales in real-life action??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it all began at a board meeting in the office...some where tg. pagar.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2857785540393198381?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2857785540393198381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2857785540393198381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;have u been accused of that&lt;/strong&gt; after a friend comes and drives u to makan, pays for the bills, then asks u where u wanna go and sends u there in his gold nissan sunny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, on the pc and posts: so and so CHEAT LEECH AND EXPLOIT HIM, create polls and uses polls results to further defame that poor guy he just treated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;again, this "friend" calls u out&lt;/strong&gt; for makan. says sorry for the jokes he has done onto u and again pays for the makan and repeats only to continue posting in forum to intensify his CHEAT LEECH AND EXPLOIT , accusing the one he treated has done on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of fella is this "friend"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this same "friend" again.&lt;/strong&gt; after makan, brings you to shop in jb. u do ur shopping, he does his. at the paying counter, he rushes forward insisting to pay for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, once hit his pc, it's posting time: CHEAT LEECH &amp; EXPLOIT... and more polls created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the victim is a nincompoo still taking it in strive and thinking it is all a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of "friend" is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then come one fine day,&lt;/strong&gt; when the moon is FULL and all the hormones surge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he brings u to whorehouse in JB and even offer to pay for sexual indulgence which you kindly refuse saying u would rather shop and he could relieve himself by dropping you in a nearby shopping centre. he can come later to pick u up later when he has done his business of pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, back to his pc, he adds more  CHEAT LEECH &amp; EXPLOIT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of "friend" is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is a holy day&lt;/strong&gt;.  u invite your friend to makan veggie food in temple. he brings along his virtuous lovely wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infront of you, he jokes and says loudly: MY WIFE IS OLDER THAN ME!...HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see the shock in his wifey's face with all the beehoon dangling in her half opened mouth. you are shocked too with more beehoon dangling in your own wide-opened mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to his pc, he posted: I WOULD BE A BASTARD IF I M UNFAITHFUL TO MY VIRTUOUS WIFE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when u meet, he brags about his ordeal from geylang lorong 10 to lorong X and vividly describing the quality of mei meis who are famous there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now he's back in another nic to rekindle his CHEAT LEECH AND EXPLOIT.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO U CALL THIS KIND OF "FRIEND"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder with this kind of "friend", who would need an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTES: &lt;em&gt;notice that all present tense is used instead of past. this sort of entrapment or nasty ploy is still happening. are u unwittingly become a unwary victim of someone's mocked up CHEAT LEECH &amp; EXPLOIT??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2324179449501831129?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2324179449501831129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2324179449501831129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2324179449501831129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2324179449501831129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/04/cheat-leech-exploit.html' title='CHEAT LEECH &amp; EXPLOIT.....'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-1938740028190538973</id><published>2008-04-08T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:35:39.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD ENCOUNTER RETOLD....</title><content type='html'>From:  3stooges4   01:32  &lt;br /&gt;To:  ۩ COBRA ۩™ (sadoverlove) unread  2540 of 2540  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  83628.2540 in reply to 83628.2538  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;just for u, this story goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY BAN HIM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leetahsar translated in engrish is called THE BIG FOOL. stupid he could be but his curiousity knows no bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he had avoided meeting a jian couple, everything would be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sinister bonnie n clyde team was attracted to all his 30k+ postings like many others curious to meet him. even that wacko pyscho babaero11 swam all the way via south china sea up singapore river left turn into commonwealth longkang just to meet LTS in mei ling hc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some like this pervert pinoy wacko was really a pain in the arse - literally speaking but not physically tormenting. mind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 2 hours conversation with him and he started "sizing people up". wonder where he was aiming and sizing then? scary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jian couple of bonnie&amp;clyde was  way way after LTS met many. among them was the notorious hot babelicious ozzie dearie cantbeassed. the towering hunk jixialan or his aiyah dudi or disciple who was gorenging and flaming LTS like anything in his past posting as kei75.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there...the most heart-wrenching meeting - the acquaintance of kaixin, the cheongster or ngejay after LTS exposed him cos he was most probably the one who's most informed about LTS' kang tao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaixin was also a loyal flammer against LTS. somewhat rather after a couple of PM from him, his attitude changed for the better. well, until the stoopig LTS intro him to the b &amp; c team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluesotong was also one of the super idiot LTS met. LTS' thread: EAT A PAO, SIP A TEA, TAKE A SEAT &amp; POO PEE PEE also attracted super MAX - a silent, strong and wise hunk financially powderful as well as equally humble and friendly family dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluesotong so far has been missing. don't be fooled! this joker is logged on 24/7. i was told by other forummers that sotong actually was envious about LTS' gooniness and er..maybe notoriety so he enhanced it by putting up many lame polls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they met again, he would fake apology and so LTS took it as a joke. soon, it got worst. sotong really meant business. he started increasing the smearing piggy's campaign by accusing LTS as CHEAT, LEECH &amp; EXPLOIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny. he was the one who would always initiate makan. he would zoom in to pick the blurcock LTS for the makan date. then later he would post LTS CHEAT, LEECH &amp; EXPLOIT him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was through this lau teekopek sotong that LTS got to meet lamei. she was brave. she was alone meeting 2 total sbf male strangers. she mentioned: IF LTS WASN'T GOING, THEN SHE WASN'T EVEN WANNA TO MEET SOTONG ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through her, chiatilik came into the picture. it was all a very congenial acquaintance when later sotong n ejay also joined in the regular meetup usually in mei ling hc. from there the whole bunch would proceed to have tea in LTS' pigeonhole and continued talking cock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER,...things changed. as expected, good thing doesn't last long. chia was very interested to activate PAU (people against upgrading). after much asking around for opinions from the hc hawkers, LTS realised the hawkers wanted the upgrading cos they would be compensated substantially provided they gave up their stalls. most wanted to retire so it was like a windfall of retirement money to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, chia/la/ejay still wanted to proceed the PAU. sotong was a sneaky creep! he didn't wanna get involved in any of this so called "ACTIVISM". he mutinied and stopped joining subsequent meetup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vincent(ramseth) the so called "DARLING" of lamei was dreadfully hated by her. yet she would 'darling' him without fail if the chance arose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTS was a lucky goon then. striking lotteries was like regular diarrhoea to some. when he did strike, people around him would benefit. that was how vincent came into the pic. LTS treated him to dimsum at AH YAT, turf city cos he striked lottery. yes, AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the acquaintances, all the jokers LTS met msn-ed each other quite daily. his pc had never been so hot and busy. then backstabbing, snitching and all the bad stuffs began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamei told LTS that vincent was talking back behind his back. LTS couldn't believe it cos they just had dimsum. she "copy n paste" the msn chat to prove it to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some time later, vincent chatted with LTS in msn. unknown to LTS, lamei went to chat with vincent later too...and the drama began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the next meeting held in chia's office, it was a ploy for piggy grilling by lamei. she extracted info from vincent about his chat with LTS, believed in his words even though she hated him and grilled LTS for checking on her and chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was strange. the personal chat between vincent and LTS was just casual. maybe there were questions asked like HOW LAMEI GET TO KNOW CHIA. HOW VINCENT GET TO KNOW LA N CHIA...etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the whole meetup was really a grilling session schemed at LTS. ejay was there and was quite shocked. it wasn't a meeting to discuss PAU anymore. it was a piggy bbq outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to vincent, finally LTS was enlightened and saw the LIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he tried to share with everyone this LIGHT OF MATTERS, he would be targeted and victimised. i believe everyone here knows where he lives, his phone #s, how ugly he looks like and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID IT HAVE TO HAPPEN THIS WAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE WOULD HAVE ABLE TO PUT THOSE PERSONAL DETAILS UP IF THEY HAVEN'T MET LTS OR VISITED HIS HOME TO HAVE TEA BEFORE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many LTS invited to his humble lodging. the ones most often he entertained with whatever goodies he had was the F4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they exposed him, he returned tic for tac. finally they ganged up and BANNED him over and over and over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTS' world of leetahsar was also razed. you think they would stop. NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when he took some forummer's advice to concentrate on his plants giving advices, they attacked him and destroyed his cyber garden too like the PAPS destroyed his real garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so ....the saga goes on until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a couple of times, he tried fervently to resolve the matter with chia the leader of the pack. instead he demanded white flag or in LTS's language his retro white swan panties...hahahaha.....;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.stargazz.com was destroyed too. most of the happenings were posted there. it was destroyed most probably by the F4 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this mystery is yet to be solved.....and so the drama, saga, conflicts and whatever continue.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would end if they want to end it. when they stopped deluding themselves and misleading all the people here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has a duty to stop all their nonsense cos they are trying to incur the anger of the citizen to rebel against the peace of the society without considering the dire outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, that's why they have decided to join chee suan juan the biggest troublemaker in our country. ranting for the sake of ranting....protest for the sake of embarrassing the gov, the police, the law and really make fool out of himself by testing the intelligence of all singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the TRUTH IS OUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mylongwindpage.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-1938740028190538973?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/1938740028190538973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=1938740028190538973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1938740028190538973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1938740028190538973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/04/sad-encounter-retold.html' title='SAD ENCOUNTER RETOLD....'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-2280728011225413227</id><published>2008-04-02T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:48:51.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORGIVE, FORGET &amp; MOVING ON.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;found this article and hope to share with everyone. PEACE BE WITH YOU after u have read it......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayo Clinic writes that it is better to forgive and forget than to hold grudges. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Beyond the personal anger and resentment that grudges cause, it's also bad for your health: it causes high levels of stress, high blood pressure, more anxiety, and poor anger-management skills. Instead, commit to forgive and find compassion, even if forgiveness does not yield reconciliation. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recognize the value moving forward adds to the quality of life. One who has finally forgiven someone will be more at peace, even if it is necessary to forgive again and again when memories trigger unhappiness. Ultimately, looking beyond the bad will bring much joy, and that is why it helps to achieve that much-needed closure. &lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness: How to let go of grudges and bitterness &lt;br /&gt;When someone you care about hurts you, you can hold on to anger, resentment and thoughts of revenge or embrace forgiveness and move forward. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine M.  Piderman, Ph.D. &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly everyone has been hurt by the actions or words of another. Your mother criticized your parenting skills. Your friend gossiped about you. Your partner had an affair. These wounds can leave you with lasting feelings of anger, bitterness and even vengeance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you don't practice forgiveness, you may be the one who pays most dearly. By embracing forgiveness, you embrace peace, hope, gratitude and joy. Here, Katherine M. Piderman, Ph.D., staff chaplain at Mayo Clinic, Rochester, Minn., discusses forgiveness and how it can lead you down the path of physical, emotional and spiritual well-being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is forgiveness? &lt;br /&gt;There's no one definition of forgiveness. But in general, forgiveness is a decision to let go of resentments and thoughts of revenge. Forgiveness is the act of untying yourself from thoughts and feelings that bind you to the offense committed against you. This can reduce the power these feelings otherwise have over you, so that you can a live freer and happier life in the present. Forgiveness can even lead to feelings of understanding, empathy and compassion for the one who hurt you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we hold grudges and become resentful and unforgiving? &lt;br /&gt;The people most likely to hurt us are those closest to us — our partners, friends, siblings and parents. When we're hurt by someone we love and trust — whether it's a lie, betrayal, rejection, abuse or insult — it can be extremely difficult to overcome. And even minor offenses can turn into huge conflicts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you experience hurt or harm from someone's actions or words, whether this is intended or not, you may begin experiencing negative feelings such as anger, confusion or sadness, especially when it's someone close to you. These feelings may start out small. But if you don't deal with them quickly, they can grow bigger and more powerful. They may even begin to crowd out positive feelings. Grudges filled with resentment, vengeance and hostility take root when you dwell on hurtful events or situations, replaying them in your mind many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, you may find yourself swallowed up by your own bitterness or sense of injustice. You may feel trapped and may not see a way out. It's very hard to let go of grudges at this point and instead you may remain resentful and unforgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know it's time to try to embrace forgiveness? &lt;br /&gt;When we hold on to pain, old grudges, bitterness and even hatred, many areas of our lives can suffer. When we're unforgiving, it's we who pay the price over and over. We may bring our anger and bitterness into every relationship and new experience. Our lives may be so wrapped up in the wrong that we can't enjoy the present. Other signs that it may be time to consider forgiveness include: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling on the events surrounding the offense &lt;br /&gt;Hearing from others that you have a chip on your shoulder or that you're wallowing in self-pity &lt;br /&gt;Being avoided by family and friends because they don't enjoy being around you &lt;br /&gt;Having angry outbursts at the smallest perceived slights &lt;br /&gt;Often feeling misunderstood &lt;br /&gt;Drinking excessively, smoking or using drugs to try to cope with your pain &lt;br /&gt;Having symptoms of depression or anxiety &lt;br /&gt;Being consumed by a desire for revenge or punishment &lt;br /&gt;Automatically thinking the worst about people or situations &lt;br /&gt;Regretting the loss of a valued relationship &lt;br /&gt;Feeling like your life lacks meaning or purpose &lt;br /&gt;Feeling at odds with your religious or spiritual beliefs &lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that you may often feel miserable in your current life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I reach a state of forgiveness?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is a commitment to a process of change. It can be difficult and it can take time. Everyone moves toward forgiveness a little differently. One step is to recognize the value of forgiveness and its importance in our lives at a given time. Another is to reflect on the facts of the situation, how we've reacted, and how this combination has affected our lives, our health and our well-being. Then, as we are ready, we can actively choose to forgive the one who has offended us. In this way, we move away from our role as a victim and release the control and power the offending person and situation have had in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2280728011225413227?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2280728011225413227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2280728011225413227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2280728011225413227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2280728011225413227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/04/forgive-forget-moving-on.html' title='FORGIVE, FORGET &amp; MOVING ON.....'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-3616037158236834256</id><published>2008-03-30T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:31:30.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MYSTERY OF THE MISSING LINK - SOLVED!</title><content type='html'>It was saturday. as usual, mum was cooking up a storm - MEE REBUS. she reminded everyone to be back for dinner cos' she spent like closed to $100. it was a regular family night where all the sisters, brother-in-laws, niece and nephew would be here for nice dinner.  she bought beef and tripes and on top of that, she bought a humongous crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she revealed to me that she would be cooking sharksfin soup. she shook her head in disdain. she thought lauhanku wasn't back. but he was when she went marketing.(if she knew he was back, there won't be the extra sharksfin.) anyway, that night dinner was superb! the only irritating thing was, she hid the sharksfin soup from lauhanku and secretly served to us, her children and grandchildren only after lauhanku went to the next door flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a satisfying meal which ended with hashima with lotus seed dessert - that would be froggies' sperm just in case u dunno what's hashima is -time for the sisters, brother-in-laws, the niece and a naughty little nephew to bid adieus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about an hour or soon, youngest sis called to ask whether we found the EZLINK card for my little nephew, ah boy. high and low we search but couldn't find it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange....very strange indeed! how could an EZLINK CARD just disappeared like that. i did notice ah boy playing with it after dinner and had firmly told him to keep it properly in his pocket. now it was lost. strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was about midnite, my weird FT IT tenant was 'alive'. ah seng, my tenant, was always more alive as the night progressed. now u roughly undestand why i described him 'weird'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went to shower leaving his door ajar. i went to the kitchen after passing by his room. i thought i saw an EZLINK CARD on his table. i entered and yes! it was ah boy's card cos behind it stated as CHILD with yellow face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after having my drink in the kitchen, i returnd to the hall to continue watching ARMY OF HEAVEN an exciting historical epic showing in tv, starring ORLANDO BLOOM and JEREMY IRONS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about 15 minutes, ah seng exited from he toilet and hastened into his room. i forgot to ask him about my nephew's missing ezlink card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning, i was rudely awakened by banging of the room doors. ah seng was up early - as usual, preparing to go to work. it was always either the door banging that woke me or his strong pungent cologne or perfume that would wake me up abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his room wasn't locked cos he just did his laundry. i could see 5 bamboo sticks hung full of his clothing and an array of his colorful undies. i just couldn't imagine how many clothings and undies he changed in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curiously, i opened the door to check whether the ezlink card was there so that i could retrieve to return to my sister. it wasn't. and my gosh!! another 2 full pails of laundry which was overflowing from the pails and sprawn all over floor. how the hell, he wore so many clothings? weird, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamalee was back from her routine morning exercise. i just gotta tell her that i had found the missing link card. she was incensed and starting cussing ah seng accusing him of being dishonest...blah..blah..blah! yep! just the broken radio she was....and early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rather pissed by her incessant rantings. i decided to sms ah seng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, sms: seng, did u c a child ezlink card which belong to my nephew?&lt;br /&gt;seng replied: oh! yes! i tot that was mine. i used it to take mrt and topped up with $10 some more.&lt;br /&gt;me: omg! that's for kid. dangerous ok. if caught u will be fined! so dun use it when u return.&lt;br /&gt;seng: oh, thanks!..didn't know. tot was mine cos i foung it inside the washing machine after i did my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;me: no problem. will refund u the $10 tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange? how did ah boy's ezlink card ended up inside the washing machine? decided to call sister. and the mystery of the missing link was solved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my naughty cheeky nephew, ah boy had threw his link card into the machine. no wonder we couldn' find it. that same night, ah seng did his laundry...and he found it and thought it was his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it only left me to explain to mamalee before she made matter worst when ah seng returned. well, she understood that it was all a very co-incidental misunderstanding. that appeased her and solved all the fuss over this ezlink card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of this happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S BETTER TO SPEAK THING OUT INSTEAD OF BEING SHY ABOUT IT. 3 THINGS RESULTED FROM THIS EPISODE:&lt;br /&gt;1. luckily i dare sms ah seng, if not he might be caught during the return trip for using that card. he already had a record of being fined $50 by SMRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. that my mamalee was quick to condemn before finding out the whole truth of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i was so proud i solved the mystery of the missing link (card)......;9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-3616037158236834256?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/3616037158236834256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=3616037158236834256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3616037158236834256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3616037158236834256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/03/mystery-of-missing-link-solved.html' title='THE MYSTERY OF THE MISSING LINK - SOLVED!'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-2279855321398225168</id><published>2008-03-26T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:34:57.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY WHO DON'T PRACTISE WHAT IS PREACHED</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;just posted this in sgforums http://politics.sgforums.com/forums/10/topics/312573. it doesn't benefit me in any sense. i just hope to be able to enlighten misguided souls so that they could see the light of things in a clearer picture to prevent themselves from being exploited by evil forces proliferating among the society now. gate...gate...paragate...parasamgate...bodhi svaha!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m talking about those bunch of human rights activists in sghuman rights led by chiatilik and his bunch of lackeys like lamei and ngejay and many of their clones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these clowns are very active in posting nonsense and petty issues in sammyboy coffeeshop. one of their gang hooliganism is to collectively attack anyone who speaks against them and hence get that targeted poster BANNED in that forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could they have the influence to do that u ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easy! just register yourself as a PAID MEMBERSHIP of that forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trouble is these people are supposed to be "HUMAN RIGHTS" activists. do we see they  practising what they are preaching here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the current arrest of SDP protestors led by chee and chia (maybe in his capacity as the sghuman rights leeder) really made a mockery of the authencity of that protest. among the food items that were displayed to support their so all unfair price hike was FORTUNE BRAND'S SHARKSFIN and DUMEX 'GOLD' MILK POWDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food hike is an international phenomenal headache faced by all the countries in the world. places elsewhere, the hikes are even worst. our gov has been trying to alleviate this problem by recommending people to buy 'housebrand' products and consume frozen meat instead of fresh one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, instead of acting rationally and contructively, these bunch of 'human rights' goondus chose to mislead the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was suppose to be a 'peaceful' protest...so some parents stupidly or unwittingly brought their kids without considering much about the risks and the safety of their children should the scene turned nasty or boisterous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS ANYTHING BUT PEACEFUL. from the bystander point of views, i couldn't help but sense a more sinister motive coded inside this 'peaceful' protest. if we recall the FREE BURMESE by the burmese  and not by SDP clowns, it would be validated as PEACEFUL. WHY? when the burmese protestors were requested to stop and disperse, they did what was told. was there any arrest or charges? NO! it was really PEACEFUL!! no problems from the police. no problem from the protestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at the SDP's style. when the police asked them to stop, they argued and even teased the police by asking them: "WHERE'S MAS SELAMAT KATSTURI?" was there any respect for the laws?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this arrogant and ignorant mother who brought 2 kids there even posted that she wanted her children "to be politically awared". i wonder how her kids would grow up to be politically awared when they were still sucking their pacifiers. they might think later that police arresting people is a violation of citizens' rights and that being a criminal is not an offence cos the laws here isn't worth the respect from the citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore has come so far to achieving peace and prosperity. it wasn't accomplished over night. it took a few generations to arrive at that. with this bunch of troublemakers among our midst misleading the masses, i m very apprehensive that our society may regress to the caveman's period where no one is safe to roam the streets and curfews are imposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't all these bunch of goondus get themselves into parliament first so that they can then make a difference? why can't chee soon juan accept the facts that his style of hooliganism politics CAN NEVER WORK HERE? if he loves to persist in such manner, shouldn't he migrate with his taiwanese wife to TAIWAN and show off his political expertise there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hates the sgp gov so much...hates every policies implemented...hates for the sake of hating...and making so much nonsensical rantings, he would be most welcome to quit singapore for good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our society needs rational minded people who could come up with constructive alternatives if possible to retort the gov's policies. if we couldn't come up with a better alternative, the next best would be to stick on to what the gov has to offer. as i put up this words, i anticipate i would be branded a 'pap mole' , a paps' balls polisher and all the craps those childish wayward extremists could cough up with. BUT PLEASE GROW UP!! SEE THIS COUNTRY AS IT IS TODAY...AS IT WAS IN THE 50s...compare our beloved country to other places....DON'T RANT FOR THE SAKE OF RANTING....it's plain stupidity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; please do remember: WE, THE SINGAPOREANS, OWN THIS COUNTRY.....we definitely do not have to be like chee's sister going abroad to throw more shits at her own country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR WHATEVER WE DONE HERE, IT'S OUR OWN RESPONSIBLITY. we definitely do not need foreign dubious forces to interfere with out  own welfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that's what chee's and chia's human rights are all about, then maybe it's about time the gov should be doing something to curb it before it really escalates into public unrest misleading many deluded and disillusioned citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2279855321398225168?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2279855321398225168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2279855321398225168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2279855321398225168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2279855321398225168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/03/they-who-dont-practise-what-is-preached.html' title='THEY WHO DON&apos;T PRACTISE WHAT IS PREACHED'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-3127952463993600110</id><published>2008-01-16T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:07:18.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Had Murdered Pinkyclown? Who Done It?</title><content type='html'>WELL.... anyone knows who the murderer is? the laukuaybus gang already gave me their answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the factors that led to PC's murder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. why people want him obliterated from the forum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer: a) politically inclined b) offended too many petty balless idiots c) overly notorious and infamous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR the people involved in this murder are apphrensive that he knew too much details about them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the drove of flamers who appeared to 'celebrate' his demise were that handful few. where are all those hundreds who voted against PINKYCLOWN. don't they wanna send in their belated 'condolences'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the appearance of rational poster were most heartwarming. at least, it was shown how lame a person's mentality can get and how dark a person's soul can degrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, another very important question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY OTHER NICS WHO WERE BANNED WASN'T GIVEN SUCH UNDUE ATTENTION? WHY PINKYCLOWN??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who's the murderer here? the real murderer didn't appear in his most 'honorable' nic. instead we see chowcheebi - who was so keen to brag about his complain to delphi as exposed by KINKYCLOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks kinky, whoever u r... ...let them confuse pinky is kinky....all those who thought they are not clowns themselves are actually balless idiots!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-3127952463993600110?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/3127952463993600110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=3127952463993600110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3127952463993600110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3127952463993600110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-had-murdered-pinkyclown-who-done-it.html' title='Who Had Murdered Pinkyclown? Who Done It?'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-1756086135542715719</id><published>2008-01-16T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:03:42.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the suspense building up....</title><content type='html'>the suspense of the murder case is building with the appearance of another clown - KINKYCLOWN. those confused idiots thought it was the revived PINKYCLOWN. it's not. not long after KINKY's appearance, he disappeared again - MURDERED!!...another murder! this is getting very very interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did KINKYCLOWN find a vital clue to cause his sudden demise? is he a pal or foe of PINKYCLOWN? or could he be PC himself?.....well, i know PC...and KINKY IS DEFINITELY NOT PINKY. i doubt those idiots will believe...hahahaha....;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: KinkyClown 16-Jan 13:45 To: chowcheebi 104 of 118 163863.104 in reply to 163863.92&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the balless bitch chowcheebi gave the game away by stating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My team of investigators and I went into action and at about 3.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reported our findings to the appropriate authorities according."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was awake at 3.30am ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the visitor log of "Peaceful Religious Discourse" caught his tail -- NgEjay visited "Peaceful Religious Discourse" at 2:24 pm (note: the delphiforums' time is 13 hours behind Sg time), which is 3.24 am Sg time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this proves that chowcheebi is NgEjay, who reported pinkyclown to delphiforums to get him banned !Recent Visitors Member Last Visit --------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;• NgEjay 2:24 pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Invite FriendsShow More Visitors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those in red actually has solved the mystery of the murder of pinkyclown. more deductions to follow ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a sumptuous hearty dimsum with the laukuaybus....hmmm...i would narrate this tale to them and let them help to solve the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually this is to keep them wide eyed and gabs opened so that i can sup more dimsums first......hahahahaha....;9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-1756086135542715719?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/1756086135542715719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=1756086135542715719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1756086135542715719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1756086135542715719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/01/suspense-building-up.html' title='the suspense building up....'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-3932218838569507113</id><published>2008-01-16T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:59:27.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the suspects in LINE UP for identification.....</title><content type='html'>who could be the real culprit here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; now let's play sherlock holme and CLUEDO. let's help to solve the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINE UP ALL SUSPECTS:&lt;br /&gt;#1. Coffee Shop Talk - PINKYCLOWN - SIM KHENG HWEE BANNED! From: chowcheebi 15-Jan 23:11 To: ALL 1 of 117 163863.1 ....&lt;br /&gt;along with his Bob's Garden (Closed) (THIS ONE STARTED THE THREAD - PRIME SUSPECT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. From: BabaEro11 00:12 To: chowcheebi 6 of 117&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. From: QXD 00:21 To: BabaEro11 11 of 117&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. From: Abattoir Worker (AhGuan888) 01:20 To: Godknows 46 of 117 163863.46 in reply to 163863.37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this forum was truely democratic, that fella would have been banned long ago.Have you seen the results at the numerous poll about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5.From: ahneck 16-Jan 01:27 To: QXD 53 of 117 163863.53 in reply to 163863.52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; God knows, but it doesN'T cost a cent to guess, r u leetahsar in disguise ??? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. From: createnew 16-Jan 03:51 To: chowcheebi unread 76 of 117&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. From: callcab111 16-Jan 03:51 To: Got Balls Go Protest, Dun Talk Much Here (tonychat1) 77 of 117&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tonychat claims he's a vegan and tried once to suck up to cantbeassed in the chatroom)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 8. From: MudBoleh 16-Jan 04:49 To: chowcheebi 83 of 118&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.From: axthehale 16-Jan 13:45 To: chowcheebi 100 of 118&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(this is the ardent stalker of gohmenseng, my evil twin. ax is deeply infatuated with the man...hahahaha....;9)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow!! just look at those characters!! suddenly there's an appearance of another clown. it wasn't me. i couldn't access that forum until i clear the IE spiderwebs. when i saw that forum, i was ROTFLMAO!!....hahahaha...u can see how idiotic and lame those petty jerks are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT NOTE: most of the nics that appeared could be clones or shapeshifters who has another 'more honorable' nic they are trying to present and protect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-3932218838569507113?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/3932218838569507113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=3932218838569507113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3932218838569507113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3932218838569507113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-suspects-in-line-up-for.html' title='...and the suspects in LINE UP for identification.....'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-558130374686884174</id><published>2008-01-16T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:52:49.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYSTERY &amp; INTRIGUE IN SBF KOPITIAM</title><content type='html'>PINKYCLOWN was suddenly banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mystery surrounding it was being started as a new thread there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.delphiforums.com/n/mb/...d&amp;amp;msg=163863.1" target="_blank"&gt;http://forums.delphiforums.com/n/mb/...d&amp;amp;msg=163863.1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let uncle lee here gives some light to the intrigues and mystery happeing in that very sinister kopitiam.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all began when BOB GARDEN was set up in MYFORUM site in delphi. it was purely for plants discussion until that site was promoted to sbf kopitiam....and troubles began.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appearance of nasty clones in BOB GARDEN...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sinister clone 'jvlz4dkdfzlk' appeared and posted a pic of la mei and chiatilik and linked them to a shin min news report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a check in the CONTROL ROOM showed that 'jvlz4dkdfzlk'@yahoo.com. was thinking i landed something big so c n p and put it up in main sbf so that people would know what was happening and hopefully help to reveal this nasty shapeshifter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the table was turned instead. chowcheebi appeared and doctored the nic from 'jvlz4dkdfzlk' into NGEJAY. the same night, ngejay appeared to msn with me and demanded an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i received an email from him - still asking for an explanation which i already explained quite clearly to him in the msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, tried to log into sbf. ACCESS WAS DENIED. PINKYCLOWN WAS BANNED. as this wasn't registered by me but someone else. i thought maybe the registerer could have deleted that profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, after going through all those posting, i realised something amissed here.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-558130374686884174?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/558130374686884174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=558130374686884174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/558130374686884174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/558130374686884174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/01/mystery-intrigue-in-sbf-kopitiam.html' title='MYSTERY &amp; INTRIGUE IN SBF KOPITIAM'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-6087411808022230895</id><published>2008-01-12T21:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:52:39.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my recent gardening course for a church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/R4mmb8Mt4kI/AAAAAAAAADs/FvNNMngNQ24/s1600-h/GreeneryTalkFlyer-1strev%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154834247448388162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 519px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="430" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/R4mmb8Mt4kI/AAAAAAAAADs/FvNNMngNQ24/s400/GreeneryTalkFlyer-1strev%5B2%5D.JPG" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-6087411808022230895?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/6087411808022230895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=6087411808022230895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6087411808022230895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6087411808022230895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-recent-gardening-course-for-church.html' title='my recent gardening course for a church'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/R4mmb8Mt4kI/AAAAAAAAADs/FvNNMngNQ24/s72-c/GreeneryTalkFlyer-1strev%5B2%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-195299901350104546</id><published>2008-01-04T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:00:05.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and they lived happily ever after!</title><content type='html'>meanwhile, the horde of toothless vampires were still puking and choking away by the stinky loud fart from the butt of SENG OF SATAN. it appeared that they might even puke out their last inch of innards at the rate they were going.&lt;br /&gt;after a wearisome vomitting puking night, all were totally depleted, exhausted and laid motionless on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;"COCKADOODLE DOO...COO COO....!" crowed the village living alarm clock the cocking rooster.&lt;br /&gt;a ray of shimmering cool morning light gradually illuminated the kampung of motionless vampires. were they dead? no. how could they be dead? they were already the undead.&lt;br /&gt;as the it got brighter, miracle began to happen....&lt;br /&gt;the motionless vampires spasmed frantically. their long fingernail claws rescinded back into their finger tips. they jagged broken sharp fangs began to regain their normal pearly set of denture. their faces began to glow. it was as though they wre given fresh breathe of life. from SENG OF SATAN'S thunderous stinky fart??&lt;br /&gt;could be? maybe?....YES IT WAS!!&lt;br /&gt;the stinky abnoxious loud fart from his fat butt purged all the vampire poisons from the undead bodies. i just know those people just couldn't live without SENG OF SATAN who had destroyed them initially by causing a tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;now all unwell ended up well. the cranky feverish vampires had been baptised by the FART OF SENG OF SATAN and regained their human form.&lt;br /&gt;they were happy that they could live normally again. the vengefulness and the hatred they harboured in SENG OF SATAN was finally resolved.&lt;br /&gt;hands in hands they lived happily ever after and named the island SENGAPORE. henceforth, the denizens there were known as SENGAPOREANS who established a very popular kopitiam and called it SENGGYBOY ALFRESCO COFFEESHOP.&lt;br /&gt;the end......;9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-195299901350104546?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/195299901350104546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=195299901350104546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/195299901350104546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/195299901350104546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-they-lived-happily-ever-after.html' title='...and they lived happily ever after!'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5668092591437681107</id><published>2008-01-04T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:59:14.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>piggy in the bush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/R38cbMMt4hI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q5QzLM-BWuk/s1600-h/1126179183997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151867752191746578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/R38cbMMt4hI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q5QzLM-BWuk/s400/1126179183997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oink!...oink!!... SENG OF SATAN grinned. he found what he was looking for. he found his cute piggy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOS had turned all the vampires toothless now....they broke their fangs when trying to bite into his juicy bonbon. goodness! SOS really got a hard bonbon impervious to any biting fangs.&lt;br /&gt;wow lau eh!! like that also can??&lt;br /&gt;who says cannot one?&lt;br /&gt;there was a rumble from SENG OF SATAN'S rotund tummy. too much ROYAL RUMBLING maybe? the blood thirsty horde of vampires led by their leader ax and his bitch gh were now in a frenzy for blood..&lt;br /&gt;claws began to sprout from the ends of their finger tips. if u couldn't bite into his juicy butt, then clawed his ter bak (porky) and made him bled was the other alternative.&lt;br /&gt;gesticulating their razor-sharp claws in the air, the horde of vampires closed in on the bent down SOS who was - yes yes...u guess it - FORAGING the bushes dunno looking for what.&lt;br /&gt;as the vampires inched nearer to SENG OF SATAN'S beefy round bent butt, his tummy rumbled even louder. ax their leader raised his hand about to swing down his deadly sharp claws on SENG'S buttock.&lt;br /&gt;a thunderous rumble was heard .....POOT...POOT...POOOT..BRRUTTT...POOOTTT!! there was sudden gust of wind. but it wasn't the thumber neither was it your usual gust of wind.&lt;br /&gt;it was the sound of fart being expelled from SENG'S butthole.&lt;br /&gt;phew!! it stank! and the stench....phew!! it was lasting!!&lt;br /&gt;the whole horde of toothless vampires were puking away. they turned tails and ran for their lives. that abnoxious stench was worst than from a skunk's asshole!&lt;br /&gt;and our hero, seng of satan was - yep, he was still at it - foraging the bushes, looking and searching - totally ignorant about the kind of perils he was in a few moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;what could he be searching??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5668092591437681107?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5668092591437681107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=5668092591437681107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5668092591437681107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5668092591437681107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/01/piggy-in-bush.html' title='piggy in the bush'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/R38cbMMt4hI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q5QzLM-BWuk/s72-c/1126179183997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-6441403598859438679</id><published>2008-01-04T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:51:20.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bites of the vampire bats</title><content type='html'>From:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="memname" onclick="return LBB(737762076);" href="http://forums.delphiforums.com/dir-app/bbCard/profile.asp?webtag=sammyboymod&amp;amp;uid=737762076"&gt;GohMengSeng&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20-Dec 03:09&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="memname" onclick="return LBB(1870879101);" href="http://forums.delphiforums.com/dir-app/bbCard/profile.asp?webtag=sammyboymod&amp;amp;uid=1870879101"&gt;pinkyclown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 of 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Right-click to bookmark Sammyboy.com's Alfresco Coffee Shop #161671.7" href="http://forums.delphiforums.com/sammyboymod/messages?msg=161671.7" target="_top"&gt;161671.7&lt;/a&gt; in reply to &lt;a href="http://forums.delphiforums.com/n/mb/message.asp?webtag=sammyboymod&amp;amp;msg=161671.1&amp;amp;maxT=3#a3" target="_self"&gt;161671.3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those corpses have lost all their teeth when the Tsunami hit the village. With all the salty sea water filling their stomach, they felt terribly bloody thirsty after they are being "resurrected" by the bites of the vampire bats! LOL!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="popUp('1',event,'&amp;amp;msg=161671.7&amp;amp;rptsn=7&amp;amp;lowtsn=1&amp;amp;uid=737762076');return true" onmouseout="popDown('1')" href="http://forums.delphiforums.com/n/mb/forward.asp?webtag=sammyboymod&amp;amp;msg=161671.7" target="_parent"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;story continues.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, they are hungry. really beri the hungry!! there fattie SENG OF SATAN was roaming through the village...looking.... searching.&lt;br /&gt;to the depraved hungry vampires of the undead, SOS really looked delicious. their insatiable hunger aggravated their thirst for the blood and ter bak of SOS...and revenge had driven all the undeads berserk!!&lt;br /&gt;the unwitting SOS still wasn't aware of the drooling horde of teeth snaring creatures closing in behind his fat butt. he was foraging through some bushes...searching...looking...foraging some more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL TIME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S LIVE.....presenting, our x'mas special...LIVE IN PERSON...our SENG OF SATAN. hit it baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1597668613" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1597668613&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO OUR STORY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as seng of satan was bending over still foraging (hell! how i know what's he looking for??!!), ax couldn't help himself any longer. he sank his vampire fangs into SOS' protuding butt.&lt;br /&gt;crackzzzzzz! oh shit! all his fangs broke off. he whimpered and withdrew. GH seeing that, was eager to sink hers. crackzzzz! and she became a bo gay (toothless) vamp too!&lt;br /&gt;the unwary SOS couldn't feel a thing after so many drooling mouths had taken turn to sink their fangs into his big fattie butt. he was - yes u guess it! - still foraging and searching something in the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;SOS had turned all the vampires toothless now....they broke their fangs when trying to bite into his juicy bonbon. goodness! SOS really got a hard bonbon impervious to any biting fangs.&lt;br /&gt;wow lau eh!! like that also can??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-6441403598859438679?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/6441403598859438679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=6441403598859438679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6441403598859438679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6441403598859438679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/01/bites-of-vampire-bats.html' title='bites of the vampire bats'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-8129599513871999110</id><published>2008-01-04T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:48:44.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a battle between SOS VS THE VAMPIRES is commencing soon...;9)</title><content type='html'>among the dead was this loving couple, ax and gh. they were copulating when disaster struck....literally died cock standing!&lt;br /&gt;they were firmly embraced. too bad, the vampire bats also feasted on them. the sense from seng of satan seeped into their punctured teeth marked neck.&lt;br /&gt;they spasmed. they wriggled and soon they consummated what they were doing before the tragedy. a TOWER OF PARIS was finally accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;now for serious business. REVENGE!! yes! vengeance against SOS who caused their sudden unexpected  death.&lt;br /&gt;the risen vampires were yelling: REVENGE!!...REVENGE!!...kill SENG OF SATAN!!! KILL..KILL!!!&lt;br /&gt;ax and gh became the leaders of the vampires pack. they were tracking high and lo for SOS's trail.&lt;br /&gt;where was SOS heading to? why must there be mass destruction on his arrival to this kampung?&lt;br /&gt;COMET LANDS IN MALACCA STRAITS CAUSING TIDAL WAVES AND TSUNAMI&lt;br /&gt;- predicted by our very own gohmengseng many years back. what co-incidence!!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...actually, i ve the faintest idea...hahahaha....;9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-8129599513871999110?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/8129599513871999110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=8129599513871999110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8129599513871999110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8129599513871999110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/01/battle-between-sos-vs-vampires-is.html' title='a battle between SOS VS THE VAMPIRES is commencing soon...;9)'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-7246067785471387178</id><published>2008-01-04T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:47:16.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENG OF SATAN VS VAMPIRES</title><content type='html'>who will win?&lt;br /&gt;the story begins.....&lt;br /&gt;a fiery comet suddenly zoomed across the dark night sky. a brilliant flare and flashing tail brighten up the dead sky.&lt;br /&gt;in a flash, it plunged into the malacca straits and creating a tsunami....walls of waves corrugated one after another. an ulu kampong near to the beach was full devastated. all villagers died. no one survived the suddenly calamity from out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;the rock which was the landed comet splitted into 2. out came seng...yes...SENG OF SATAN was born...muahahahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seng of satan or SOS emerged from the straits of malacca. wow! he was like christ! he actually walked on the water and drifted toward that fully destroyed village.&lt;br /&gt;a waft of sulphuric odour permeated the air. the evil essence attracted a swarm of wild bats...VAMPIRE BATS!!&lt;br /&gt;they landed and bit into the freshly dead corpses. after their fill, they scattered back into the dark night with satisfied screeching.&lt;br /&gt;as SOS wandered through the village releasing his abnoxious sulphuric senses, the evil began to seep into the bat bitten corpses....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-7246067785471387178?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/7246067785471387178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=7246067785471387178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/7246067785471387178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/7246067785471387178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2008/01/seng-of-satan-vs-vampires.html' title='SENG OF SATAN VS VAMPIRES'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5179243135183349690</id><published>2007-12-01T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:35:26.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....all eyes on her</title><content type='html'>finally reached hotel. there at the lobby, our gorgeous voluptuous and cheery dearie was sitting there sipping her whiskey coke. she sat on a high stool dressed in a tight exploding leather vest and matching black pants. three quarter of her humongous assets were bursting forth with firm full ripeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cba: hi, bob!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hugged and patted each other back. muak!...and a muak back to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got myself a kopi mocha. she got another whiskey. we chitchat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: girl! u look gorgeous as ever......(whisper into her ears): all the eyes of these guys here are on u, dearie...&lt;br /&gt;she giggled covering her palm over her luscious lips.&lt;br /&gt;cba: i m leaving tomorrow....i hope u can show me around in DESKER ROAD...&lt;br /&gt;me: what?!! desker road...u kidding??!!&lt;br /&gt;cba: no, dear....ejay and jacys done that before. but we were touring geylang whorehouses....my god!! the boys really were pro!! i would love to see those tranvestites before i go home. please....please.....&lt;br /&gt;me, reluctantly: well.....if u wish too, ok...let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desker road was just an alley away from NEWPARK HOTEL we arrived  at a side lane where tables and chairs were laid out for diners. it was rather early. the akuas or transvestite there weren't really started work yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggested we had a drink there and catch up with old times. she agreed. soon an bangladeshi approached us to take order. i was sure he was looking at her glorious boobs while he was asking for our order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearie order a coke, i a teh C siew dai or less sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortly our drinks came. that bangladeshi was bold. he sat himself down on a chair next to cantbeassed....and well.., drooled!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the naughty dearie winked at him. she opened her LOUIS VINTON bag and out she pulled a.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cont'd....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5179243135183349690?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5179243135183349690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=5179243135183349690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5179243135183349690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5179243135183349690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-eyes-on-her.html' title='....all eyes on her'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-7910447452371203381</id><published>2007-12-01T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:11:17.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>piped boober of little india....arrival of cantbeassed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/R1JMLyj3qRI/AAAAAAAAADA/-0xuXcQ-Kcc/s1600-R/cantbeassed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139253890217650450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/R1JMLyj3qRI/AAAAAAAAADA/xLZCsrqSXdw/s400/cantbeassed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         the voluptuous cantbeassed, the super boob from ozzieland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bbbbb...bb...&lt;br /&gt;sms beeped.&lt;br /&gt;was having a field trip with the church members of my gardening class, hp read:&lt;br /&gt;HI HONEY, I M HERE!! i m staying in NEWPARK HOTEL...meetup at 8pm tonite....c the new dearie :)&lt;br /&gt;great!!&lt;br /&gt;my botanic gardens trip with the church was ending. the whole gang was waiting for the church bus to send us back.&lt;br /&gt;i hurried home, bathed and changed.&lt;br /&gt;i put on my loveliest sensual perfume she loved. got a quick bite and off to meet her at her hotel.&lt;br /&gt;orchard road was jammed pack. after that, serangoon road was another jammed pack with indians. traffic was a crawl. i was late......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cont'd.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-7910447452371203381?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/7910447452371203381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=7910447452371203381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/7910447452371203381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/7910447452371203381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/12/piped-boober-of-little-indiaarrival-of.html' title='piped boober of little india....arrival of cantbeassed'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/R1JMLyj3qRI/AAAAAAAAADA/xLZCsrqSXdw/s72-c/cantbeassed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-255366436519726380</id><published>2007-10-03T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:31:42.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the whining taxi uncle</title><content type='html'>finally joe had done enough shopping for the day. he wanted to return to his company's condo here where he was putting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lts: let's take the bus, joe. it's 5pm now. peak hour....taxi very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;joe: fuck it bob!! take the cab..take the cab...dun worry, i pay!&lt;br /&gt;lts: fine with me, joe....but it's going to kill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were actually heading towards the bus stop. but joe thought i was bringing to some taxi stands...hahaha. anyway, a citycab taxi stopped for us. off we were going back to robertson quay where joe was staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lts to taxi uncle: er...'cuse me, now how much extra must pay huh?&lt;br /&gt;t u: oh....$3, peak hour now....(pause and the whining started, shit!)...u know hor...actually i not beri like this peak hour charges la...but bo bian u know...the gabamen damn chow kang...do until like that...peak hour is also our very shiong hour....NO ONE WANNA TAKE U KNOW!!&lt;br /&gt;lts: huh? got like that one meh??&lt;br /&gt;t u: abathen!...u think peak hour good for us...NO!!!...damn damn bad. now all passengers go and hide. after peak hour that is from 8pm onwards ...all will come out to take cabs....3 hours we taxi drivers damn damn jialat and siong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe: bob, can u tell him to stop at hotel galleria?&lt;br /&gt;lts: joe, u staying there?&lt;br /&gt;joe: no....robertson blue..but it was quite remote and i always stop the cab at galleria and walk back from there.&lt;br /&gt;lts: joe! u joking!! when u take a cab, u take right to the doorstep. if not we should ve taken the bus instead!&lt;br /&gt;t u: ya lor...dun worry...i know where...ur singapoo pal is right u know....but hor....singapoo taxi is the cheapest in the world ..u know...and blah..blah..blah...(wow piang!! damn damn whining!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say, this taxi uncle sure knew his profession well. he took us the real shortest way. the taxi fare was only $4 including the peak charges it totalled up $7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe was certainly please cos he didn't need to walk this time from hotel galleria to his condo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-255366436519726380?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/255366436519726380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=255366436519726380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/255366436519726380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/255366436519726380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/10/whining-taxi-uncle.html' title='the whining taxi uncle'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-1664911479514315710</id><published>2007-10-03T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:26:02.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of pleasantries....</title><content type='html'>a day of pleasantries....&lt;br /&gt;after his huff and puff of toxic nicotine, joe was alive again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off we went into takashimaya to get his GNB perfume or GABANA &amp;amp; DOLCE (hope i got it right. i kept saying GABRA &amp;amp; DOUCHE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the counter didn't have the 'classic' flavour joe was looking for. we came to a CLARINS. wow say!! i din know man is as hiao as women!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN'S COSMETIC, facial care and all those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there joe picked up a collection of what beard softener, eyebags cream, wrinkles cream, night creams and dunno what creams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shot eyes at the girl: any free gifts,my dear?&lt;br /&gt;girl smiled: actually we do have...but u got to spend $150...but ur pal only buys about $145...not never mind i give u this exquisite travel bags...and on top of that ..since u so cute...i give u travel samplers...FREE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boy!! she really gave!!! so many like a dozen of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe wanted me to help him look for a special kind of vase which he wanted to use as a lampshade. well, we found it. guess how much it cost? $405!! for a metallic designer dunno what. it was made in italy and i think it's  called ALESSOSI, designer stainless steel fruits holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked for service from the salesperson and realised what joe was interested was not a 'vase'. it was a fruits dryer. means u wash ur fruits put it inside this stainless steel designer receptable and let it dry through the leave-like porosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stucked out our tongue...and well, forget about the whole matter.&lt;br /&gt;up the escalator we went. wowlah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe exclaimed: OH MOLTON BROWN!!!...oh my god!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? what molten brown?? some kind of designer dried shits or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was UK men's exquisite toiletries. a shower gel of dunno what YUAN ZHI ingredients cost $49!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe started grabbing whatever he liked off the shelves. he got black pepper moisturiser, coco de mer dunno what..and other dunno dunno what. the bill came to be - OH MY GOD!! $480!!.&lt;br /&gt;i went into 'auntie' kind of bargaining. who cares about high class luxury products!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTS: miss, no discount one meh!!...my pal buys so much...no discount huh? ( shoot eyes and bolts of eletric current).&lt;br /&gt;the sweet girl smiled: ok, lah....uncle (shit! uncle ...me uncle???) i got something for ur pal since he such a gorgeous hunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the counter, she brought out small sample bottles of all those exquisite toiletries best used for travelling. so sweet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, she put it in a cute bag and tied a MOLTON BROWN grey ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet girl: uncle...(oh no! dun call me uncle, pleassssssse!!) i put all your pal's big bags small bags all i n one lagi bigger bag , want?&lt;br /&gt;LTS: aiyo, girl u so sweet...of course want lah!!...thank you!&lt;br /&gt;she neatly put in all the 2 topman's bags of shirts, the little bags of MOLTON BROWN toiletries into a really big and macho MB bag. to top the cake with a cherry, she even tied a bigger grey MB ribbon to the bigger MB bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow!! what a service! joe was so please. i bet he wanted to give her a kiss...and boy!! he did peck her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she giggled: hehehe...come again sirs...have a nice day!! oh yes!! she really made our day!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;...see shopping go with this auntie uncle sure got many benefits!!! and joe was just too please with my company and my friendliness with everyone i met.:p :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-1664911479514315710?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/1664911479514315710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=1664911479514315710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1664911479514315710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1664911479514315710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-of-pleasantries.html' title='a day of pleasantries....'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-9189170303860424594</id><published>2007-10-03T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:18:29.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, he puffed and he puffed....</title><content type='html'>smoking joe!&lt;br /&gt;well, joe is a smoker. he brought his own china brand cigarettes.something funny happened.we were at starbucks, wisma after shopping at topman. joe dying for a puff. he went out of the exit near to a staircase. NO SMOKING. FINE $1000."FUCK!!" exclaimed joe, "the government here stinks!!" so back we went into starbuck to rest and have our branded kopi........more idiotic happening,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after having our branded expensive starbuck kopi and that sinfully rich chocolate hot cake, it was off to shopping again.we exit wisma, walked along the corridor and joe was still dying for a puff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTS: joe, u can smoke here now...go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;joe: u sure, bob?....there's NO SMOKING on the wall...&lt;br /&gt;LTS: joe, just smoke, ok. u see all those smokers puffing away? (there were quite a number guys and girls hanging around the tall rubbish bin, puffing like the end of day) i pointed them to joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe crunched low. i was feeling weird and thought: WHAT THE HELL WAS JOE TRYING TO DO???...he slumped in a crouching manner and pulled out a cigarette. stuck it into his mouth, lit it and started puffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curiously, i asked: joe, what's that all about. u r like doing something sneaky. is that marijuana or grass or some drug spiked u having there?&lt;br /&gt;joe: shhhhh! bob. u want me to be arrested is it??!!&lt;br /&gt;LTS: what?!! it's grass??!!&lt;br /&gt;joe: no, bob!! (he was frowning). i bought my own cigarettes from beijing. isn't it illegal??&lt;br /&gt;LTS: hahahaha...joe ...joe..where the hell u heard that from??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think u r allowed to bring in a pkt for ur own consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe: really?? they told me it is illegal. fuck!&lt;br /&gt;LTS: ...so how many packets u brought in?&lt;br /&gt;joe: one tube of 10 pkts...&lt;br /&gt;LTS: WHAT!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that was illegal! is it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-9189170303860424594?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/9189170303860424594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=9189170303860424594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/9189170303860424594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/9189170303860424594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-he-puffed-and-he-puffed.html' title='finally, he puffed and he puffed....'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-6423142143138630054</id><published>2007-10-03T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T09:14:33.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arrival of beijing joe</title><content type='html'>was with my beijing pal shopping in wisma atria, tangs and orchard belt.&lt;br /&gt;joe was a big spender. bought so many expensive perfumes from tangs which came to about $700! then to topman where he just swept about another few hundreds of Ts which were offer there.&lt;br /&gt;and i just remembered. i asked the cashier to issue GST claims since joe was a tourist.&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;if ur bill is from 100 - 199, claiming gst in this range shoult be said $7 for every $100 spend, right?&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;there is a SERVICE CHARGE. for that range mentioned it's $4 meaning instead of joe gettting $7 from the 7% gst claim, he will only get $3 instead.&lt;br /&gt;and different amount of the bills incurred, the gst SERVICE CHARGES vary.&lt;br /&gt;now is this a international CON JOB or not?&lt;br /&gt;we are actually living up to the CON HUB of the world.....;9(&lt;br /&gt;well, i told joe to complain to the gabramen about such silly practices. HE'S GOING TO DO IT WHEN HE RETURNS HOME!&lt;br /&gt;and there were more funny things that tourists were misinformed....&lt;br /&gt;continues......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-6423142143138630054?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/6423142143138630054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=6423142143138630054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6423142143138630054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6423142143138630054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/10/arrival-of-beijing-joe.html' title='arrival of beijing joe'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-2452334129584262095</id><published>2007-10-01T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:45:27.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TANTRIC, TABOO &amp; PLAY</title><content type='html'>does anyone know these pubs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TANTRIC&lt;br /&gt;TABOO&lt;br /&gt;PLAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next story i m going to share could be quite offensive to some. it's RA21 and with gayish content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m procrastinating should i go ahead with the story as my 'upheaval' with this beijing pal isn't over until sunday when he returns to beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes the 2nd visit of gorgeous joe. he was here last year coincidentally with the visit with choobeebee, my indo chiobu gf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2452334129584262095?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2452334129584262095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2452334129584262095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2452334129584262095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2452334129584262095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/10/tantric-taboo-play.html' title='TANTRIC, TABOO &amp; PLAY'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-6949999782596769245</id><published>2007-09-18T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:23:42.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will i be able to matchmake bb with PT chiohunk?</title><content type='html'>ring...ring....ring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTS: hello..&lt;br /&gt;bb: hi brooo!! it's bb....r u free, broooo?&lt;br /&gt;lts: hi girl! u in town now?....sure...what's up?&lt;br /&gt;bb: sorry brooo....me in hospital now..could u come to meet me...my mum is warded and would be going for surgery soon...i need someone to accompany me....*sniff...*&lt;br /&gt;lts: ok...u wait for me ...shall be there in a jiffy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOOMED!....was really there in a jiffy! caught a taxi  immediately when i just walked out to the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she greeted me with opened arms when she saw me from the ward room. we warmly hugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb: thanks broo...u r really fast!....my mum just wheeled into surgery room...shall we makan? i m starved....oh, this is my younger brother, AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a casual greeting, we went to the foodcourt at the ground floor for our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AA: siapa dia? (who's he)&lt;br /&gt;lts: saya BOB...kawan of sibeipine....u know him right? (AA was surprised i understood MALAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow!! AA's face turned very ugly.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb: hey, AA!..jangan marah!! dia orang biak!!...dia bukan machiam sbp...(AA! dun be mad!! he's good and not like sbp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u had followed my stories, sbp or sibeipine was the ex-bf of choo beebee. yes...the one who bashed her....sadly and regretfully.....;9(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AA: sorry...i hate a man who bash up woman...especially she is my sister!&lt;br /&gt;lts: no problem...it's in the past already....let's forget it and move on. so AA what's ur job?&lt;br /&gt;AA: oh...i singapore PR and operates a day care here...&lt;br /&gt;lts: oh...really??!!&lt;br /&gt;AA: ya...i married spg and lived here for a number of years already...&lt;br /&gt;lts: oh...really??!!....wow!&lt;br /&gt;bb chipped in: yes, brooo....all my brothers and another elder sister...all married except me...(face sulked. what's she hinting at??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we continued to eat and chat. her mum wouldn't be out of the operating table for a good couple of hours. AA decided to go back to his work. he owned a big daycare cum kindagarten here in the east of sgp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the mrt cos BB needed to put some money and opened a new bank account with DBS. she needed to cos the operation and the follow up treatment for her mum seem very tedious.&lt;br /&gt;the operation was estimated to cost around 20K+, ward charges and medication and etc haven't added in yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo and behold!!! guess who we met at STAMFORD WESTIN......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-6949999782596769245?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/6949999782596769245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-2168473698187001813</id><published>2007-09-18T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:51:22.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ordeals of poor choobeebee....:(</title><content type='html'>yes. she is back in town. not for shopping. definitely not flirting with me.&lt;br /&gt;she's here with her sick mum who just undergone a major operation for removal of tumour. along with it , her ovary was also removed. the tumour created some complication to her colon and part of that had to be removed too.&lt;br /&gt;SO LADIES, IF U R READING THIS:&lt;br /&gt;PLS DO GO FOR PAP SMEAR OR WHATEVER TEST....&lt;br /&gt;female problem can progess into such troublesome pain in the ass!....&lt;br /&gt;so do have ur medical 'lady' checkup. i m advising all my sisters and mum included to go annually for such tests to prevent unforeseen suffering later.&lt;br /&gt;story continues in &lt;a href="http://www.stargazz.com/"&gt;www.stargazz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2168473698187001813?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2168473698187001813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2168473698187001813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2168473698187001813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2168473698187001813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/ordeals-of-poor-choobeebee.html' title='ordeals of poor choobeebee....:('/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-1138578389110785785</id><published>2007-09-18T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:04:16.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moral of my dead tienlor water snail...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i really cannot understand....why like that??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last tienlor....i loved it very much. care for it. fed it with expensive water plants. it had grown quite large. yet it always tried to escape.once it went missing for weeks only to be found hidding inside a inverted pot. was so surprise it was still alive after i threw it back into the goldfish bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a couple of weeks it had fatten itself up, it crawled out again during the night. found it. threw it back. next day it crawled out again. this was its last escape cos it fell and cracked its shell....and that was the end of my last longest surviving tienlor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i threw it back into tht goldfish bowl. it came out of its shell...but only one long feeler. it was liked waving goodbye to me and retrieved back into the shell never to come out again.a few hours later, the water smelled. the tienlor was dead...*sniff*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was finally dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did the tienlor choose freedom knowing that it couldn't survive outside this goldfish tank? still it escaped, fell, broke its shell and died....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does relate to our situation of serfs living in sinkieland. serfs are like my tienlor and sinkieland is like the goldfish bowl except serfs does not possess the dexterity of my escaping tienlor which yearned so much for freedom....even it means death to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...i love my demised tienlor...for its persistant spirit of freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-1138578389110785785?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/1138578389110785785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=1138578389110785785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1138578389110785785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1138578389110785785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/moral-of-my-dead-tienlor-water-snail.html' title='moral of my dead tienlor water snail...'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-7743873437870446740</id><published>2007-09-14T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:34:38.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>appearance of evil twin gms...</title><content type='html'>after attending to his buttcheek wounds which was brutally autographed and engraved by the lame FANTASICK 4, leeporter was downcasted. he hadn't got a comment to leeport. how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BINGO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he spotted a fattie who appeared like none other the other ex WP GE candidate - GMS. all fired up again, leeporter rushed to interview him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l: hi! u r GMS, right?&lt;br /&gt;g: huh?....u want my autograph too??&lt;br /&gt;l: no lah! what's wrong today??!! everyone's wanna give me his autographs!...&lt;br /&gt;g: hehehehe....u cute mah..&lt;br /&gt;l: can i ask u for ur comment on today BLACK silent protest?....&lt;br /&gt;g: dunno...sssssshhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;l: what??&lt;br /&gt;g: ...ssssssssshhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;l: WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;g: sssssssssssshhhhhhhh....silent protest...so sssssssssshhhhhhhhh (gms whispered)&lt;br /&gt;l: oh hell!! can i ve ur autograph then?!!&lt;br /&gt;g: ok where do i sign?...ur white panties now looks like a RED UNDIES....&lt;br /&gt;l: sign on my cherries then....or u want my grapeseeds??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G M S.....signed (xxx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G on right grapeseed, S on left grapeseed. oh hold on!...where's the M?&lt;br /&gt;oh!! the M was on leeporter's cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor poor leeporter......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-7743873437870446740?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/7743873437870446740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=7743873437870446740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/7743873437870446740'/><link 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undersized hotpants.&lt;br /&gt;tapping on his shoulder, sotong was startled. he jerked. not between his legs but his head and banged sharply on the table as he erected himself...(opps!...i got to write that...sorry)&lt;br /&gt;leeporter asked sotong after he had composed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l: can ask u a few questions?&lt;br /&gt;s: dun as me why i was bending down under the table..please....i dropped my balls and was searching for them.&lt;br /&gt;l: huh?...no la...me jus wanna...ask..&lt;br /&gt;s: oh...u want my autograph?? (he snapped in)&lt;br /&gt;l: no...no...i ve enough of that!...can i ask u why r u here?&lt;br /&gt;s: oh...dunno leh...gaylord gave edicts every fantasick lamer must come...so i come lor.&lt;br /&gt;l: oic...so what is ur opinion or comment....any??&lt;br /&gt;s: u want my autograph or not?...if not dun block me i radar at one mei mei behind u already....&lt;br /&gt;l: huh? (turned back to see who he  was looking at)&lt;br /&gt;s: hmm...u not bad looker...$200 angpow for u....we go somewhere cosy...just drop pants i sign my autograph.&lt;br /&gt;l: huh???...what autograph?? no more space...fully signed buttcheek liao!&lt;br /&gt;s: u got lah...the frontal not touched yet...i sign there and give u $200 angpow....want...want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leeporter fainted!...when he worked up. there was an angpow in his half zipped pants. yes! sotong had left his autograph there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L C E&lt;/strong&gt;.....signed (sotong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LCE...hmmm...leech, cheat and exploit. poor leeporter!! the poor poor guy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5601180759641963989?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5601180759641963989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=5601180759641963989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5601180759641963989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5601180759641963989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/infamous-lce-angpow.html' title='the infamous LCE angpow...'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-3155152341527334961</id><published>2007-09-14T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:21:34.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kilroy was here!! B o B</title><content type='html'>the walking bag of bone turned invisible, leeporter saw a shortie plump turdy nerd...as usual in black. come to think of it, maybe that was the only black T he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l: hi...u look friendly...can ask u a few questions?&lt;br /&gt;tn: huh?...u want my autograph now is it?&lt;br /&gt;l: no la...how come everyone from ur fantasick 4 love to give autographs?&lt;br /&gt;tn: is that ur first question?....ok let me analysis...by HILTERN LAWS of algerbraic calculation hor...forget it!....u want my autography...u look blank with mouth open!!&lt;br /&gt;l: i m blank...can't u see i m foaming  in my mouth?!!&lt;br /&gt;tn: so u want or dun want my autograph??&lt;br /&gt;l: right butt cheek signed, left signed. both cheeks bleeding...where to sign?&lt;br /&gt;tn: no problem....(helped himself to undo leeporter's pant)...i sign on the centre....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B o B&lt;/strong&gt; ...signed (xxx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one b on the left cheek, o right in the bullseye and B on the right cheek!&lt;br /&gt;poor ..poor leeporter!!...got a faked turdy nerd's signature and still got no comment!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-3155152341527334961?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/3155152341527334961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=3155152341527334961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3155152341527334961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3155152341527334961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/kilroy-was-here-b-o-b.html' title='kilroy was here!! B o B'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-8491610567019536514</id><published>2007-09-14T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:17:46.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleeding buttcheeks...</title><content type='html'>poor frustrated leeporter....nothing done. totally nothing to report on any comments. both his butt cheek were bruised. they signed very hard on his SWAN PANTIES! i think the signatures even engraved into both his butt cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;his SWAN PANTIES was stained red besides the blue ink. poor leeporter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-8491610567019536514?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/8491610567019536514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=8491610567019536514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8491610567019536514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8491610567019536514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/bleeding-buttcheeks.html' title='bleeding buttcheeks...'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5842859909367814062</id><published>2007-09-14T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:16:04.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no foto...no foto!!!</title><content type='html'>leeporter spotted a walking bag of bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaylord was seated next to her. oh...so loving!...his arms over her shoulder. so romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l: hi....u wifey of gaylord?&lt;br /&gt;b: no lah...dun disturb leh...can't u see we r flirting?&lt;br /&gt;l: sorry, doing my job...can ask u a few questions?&lt;br /&gt;b: what? u want my autograph?...me hot mama...u want my autograph is it?&lt;br /&gt;l: no lah...'cuse me for a while....( leeporter was puking his guts out!)....sorry...blurp!!..sorry again...why are u wearing black here?...u mourning is it?&lt;br /&gt;b: u want my autograph??....no??&lt;br /&gt;l: er...ok u answer my questions first i ask for ur autograph...can..can?&lt;br /&gt;b: go to hell!...no foto..no foto!!! my husb will kill me if he sees me here!!!&lt;br /&gt;l: ok...can answer now...sorry...but i think ur bag of bone won't appear in flim...no worry...&lt;br /&gt;b: u want my autograph or not?&lt;br /&gt;b: ok...bo bian...here sign on the other butt cheek of my SWAN PANTIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BONNY WASN'T HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...signed (xxx)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5842859909367814062?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5842859909367814062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=5842859909367814062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5842859909367814062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5842859909367814062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-fotono-foto.html' title='no foto...no foto!!!'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-6930519793860441022</id><published>2007-09-14T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:12:59.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get lost!...we are flirting!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;want my autograph?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leeporter to gaylord in CENTREPOINT black silent protest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l: aren't u the famous ex wp candidate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gl: wow, u recognise me...TQ!..want my autograph is it?&lt;br /&gt;l: no la...can give us ur opinion for today activism?&lt;br /&gt;gl: u dun want my autograph, then ask for fuck*!!??&lt;br /&gt;(* gaylord's most favorite word and probably his favorite hobby too)&lt;br /&gt;l: aiyo, just doing my job...say something so i can siew kang la...tolong....tolong...after that u give me ur autograph ...can?&lt;br /&gt;gl: ay....dun like that leh...me here for silent protest hor...DUN GET ME INTO TROUBLE, ok...now FxxK off please!&lt;br /&gt;l: ok lor...bo bian...give me u autograph then. can sign on my butt. me wearing white SWAN PANTIES...&lt;br /&gt;gladly, gaylord signed on the pristine white cotton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAYLORD WAS HERE...signed (xxx)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-6930519793860441022?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/6930519793860441022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=6930519793860441022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6930519793860441022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6930519793860441022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/get-lostwe-are-flirting.html' title='get lost!...we are flirting!!'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5746637049618350538</id><published>2007-09-14T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:08:31.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>u want my autograph??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;if asked by leeporters, how'd u say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leeporter: hello, u like living in sinkietown?&lt;br /&gt;Pc: sure, why?&lt;br /&gt;l: anything u like to comment...about the gabramen...the policy, the way of living...etc..&lt;br /&gt;pc: i love the PAPS...i love pinkie le clown...&lt;br /&gt;l: really? why?&lt;br /&gt;pc: pinkie always stands behind us...we are always infront.&lt;br /&gt;l: wow...that good?&lt;br /&gt;pc: yes!... NO ONE IS LEFT BEHIND, what....that's why we are screwed...pain pain with his KY..&lt;br /&gt;l: oops!...CENSORED!!!...CUT..."!~'#@&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^%...&lt;br /&gt;so if the next leeporter were to ask u:&lt;br /&gt;how u like ur cuntry&lt;br /&gt;what would be ur reply?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5746637049618350538?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5746637049618350538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=5746637049618350538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5746637049618350538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5746637049618350538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/u-want-my-autograph.html' title='u want my autograph??'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-1079001258974034443</id><published>2007-09-12T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:19:06.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREENHAT LANTERN - the unwittingly pimp</title><content type='html'>greenhat lantern was the official superhusby of the invisible bitch. he gave her two cutie sweetie teletubbies kids. greenhat was too pre-occupied with his job. in his work, he had to entertain. he got to flirt. he met his match. he was flirted instead. seduced, he fell into the claws of SPIDERWOMAN or the teetujia from china....or simply the cheena mei mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invisible bitch was too petty to accept greenhat's rendevous. she decided to tic him for tat he gave to her. it was off to gaylord plastico's liar. she poured out her miseries and negligience. she already scheming. she already silently infatuated and fallen for gaylord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lonely gaylord was missing MISS MARVEL who was - as usual - flying and SIA-ing the skies. he too was a neglected lonely dick...i mean heart...whatever!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when neglected lonely dick met another desperate thirsty pussyhole, u bet orgasmic fireworks flared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and such convenience....invisible bitch happened to have a black SEXMOBILE APV. a press of the button, and it would be a nifty makeshift cosy bed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long could this illicit love affair last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long. MISS MARVEL who was bestowed with psychic power had already sensed some pulsating vibrations. when gaylord got high, she could feel it....she orgasmed. she would feel the vibration that was hitting at her radar G-spot. she knew. she was already suspicious...she just needed to confirm the 3rd party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in the JUSTICE LEAGUE, greenhat lantern was looming and romancing with SPIDERWOMAN. he couldn't be bothered who the hell his official wifey invisibile bitch meeting what male strangers from the sleazy SAMMYBOY KOPITIAM. he was too busy with SPIDERWOMAN's teetu C or spider webs of passion and lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor petite MISS MARVEL.....she found out....i found out...they found out....AND EVERYONE FOUND OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continues......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-1079001258974034443?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/1079001258974034443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=1079001258974034443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1079001258974034443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1079001258974034443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/greenhat-lantern-unwittingly-pimp.html' title='GREENHAT LANTERN - the unwittingly pimp'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5374598370393140833</id><published>2007-09-12T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:58:00.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUN DOWN SIA FOR A BAG OF EVIL BONE</title><content type='html'>THIS is the story about the gaylord plastico who forsakes MISS MARVEL for the evil bag of bones, the undisputed expert in FLIRT &amp; DESTROY invisible bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS MARVEL was a mild manner air hostess. she was flying most of the time. in fact more than 75% she was in the air flying. MISS MARVEL flew alot. she was endowed with the power of flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor gaylord! left alone most of the time fiddling himself with is plastico power. he could stretch it very big or shrink it very small. but his best trick would be to put it into his manhole! he was bored! alone. and very bored!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine day, in his JUSTICE LEAGUE meeting, someone there intro a maiden bitch in faked distress. she seeked his help. eyes met. fireworks ensued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a weird encounter!! maiden bitch resembled exactly to MISS MARVEL. no need to say, she was flying...SIA-ing all over the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maiden bitch revealed herself or rather became the invisible bitch. an illicit affair began.....her flirt and destroy went into full gear. gaylord fell into her clutches or was it her clutches were all over his groin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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BONE'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5168521504942554056</id><published>2007-09-12T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T05:09:22.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET THERE BE LIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mylongwindpage.blogspot.com/2007/09/let-ther-be-light.html"&gt;LET THER BE LIGHT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light Is God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there is LIGHT, there is GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they lost that, only darkness looms in their heartS. ask the lame FANTASICK 4 personally whether they are happy or suffering??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask why do they need to hide themselves in darkness when pointing accusing fingers if they are in the LIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will all this feuding childish nonsense stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CHOICE AND THE POWER IS IN YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- quote from the original SILVER SURFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5168521504942554056?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5168521504942554056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-2264170054187008324</id><published>2007-09-06T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:11:18.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>verbal barrage at ABC MARKET</title><content type='html'>pinkyclown teleported himself to ABC MARKET, a territory where the invisible bitch dwelled with her official husby, the greenhat lantern and her pair of teletubbies kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was there to help a distress signal emitted by AYAM BAEY YAM KENG or cockadoodleman. AYAM suay suay landed into a trap laid by the invisible bitch and was S&amp;M brutally continuously by her using her every notorious FLIRT &amp;amp; DESTROY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his cherries were sucked swollen and so was his pointy grapeseeds. cherries sucking and pointy grapeseeds picking was a regular activity and hobby of the invisible bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after she had all her fun and cum, the rest of the gang's turn to S&amp;M poor cockadoodleman AYAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there hovering in his silver surfboard, pinkyclown heard the cries for help from AYAM. he teleported himself there trying to save him out of an awkard situation. bitch was sticky n merrily licking his cherries. his plucked grapeseeds now were sore to the size of er...cherries too!...omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a verbal barrage ensued. flaming upon flaming followed those spewing of verbal hantaming. there was no end in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, the descendent of the HOLY SPIRIT onto pinkyclown. GOD!...give him the power...yes...he was charged!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinkyclown suggested to gaylord plastico to cease all this nonsense. the proud arrogant gaylord teased him back and demanded WHITE FLAG of surrender and submission. it meant dropping his SWAN PANTIES, kneeled and bent down for him. the panties served duo purposes. it was white and it was retro which the gaylord had all along a fetish for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could pinkyclown oblige to gaylord's perverted demand? white SWAN PANTIES was stained. oh no!!...not from cumjuices or shits remnants :p ....no lah!!...it was antique since his school days. it could be older than the boys and girls here. it's at least 30 yrs old. it had turned yellowish instead of white. of course it was stained!!:eek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinkyclown tried hard to enlighten the gaylord plastico who was stubborn as an ox. and yes, he was also born in the year of OX. his past life could have been an idiotic stubborn water buffalo! and mad cow disease might have been initiated by him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly to no avail. he mocked pinkyclown...and so the feuding barrage of verbal diarrhoea continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime u think whether such christian ox...i mean christian faith gaylord with his self proclaimed staunch christian evil invisible bitch were really xtians.....MAY THE HOLY SPIRIT POWER ON THEM TO!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to awake, hopefully the whole LAME FANTASICK 4 would awake. they had already shown many what true clowns they really were....in fact clowner than this pinkyclown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, cockadoodle AYAM was fred. the bitch was indignant and defiant as usual. she thought she had won and started bragging in sbf kopitiam: I GOT AYAM'S CHERRIES &amp;amp; GRAPESEEDS....SO SO LA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did she really win? i think this bitch had made an even bigger fool of herself and still ignorant about it...YAYAPAPAYA, she went. a pity that that the  hit movie &lt;strong&gt;881&lt;/strong&gt; didn't engage this bitch to be one of the lead actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps they couldn't cos then all the audience would know how a pale ghostly bag of bone would look like, especially during this 7th lunar month which was THE MONTH OF THE HUNGRY GHOSTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was one petty bitch hungry for more petty pies...ain't she the hungriest of the hungry ghosts???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for more action coming soon to the nearest window next to u.....:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2264170054187008324?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2264170054187008324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2264170054187008324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2264170054187008324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2264170054187008324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/verbal-barrage-at-abc-market.html' title='verbal barrage at ABC MARKET'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-7464175160839784001</id><published>2007-09-04T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:23:44.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a lesson taught may be a lesson unlearned</title><content type='html'>it's sad that my 'dirty linens washing in public' was exploited to turn against me when the hidden moral is to enlighten those who i reluctantly shared this sad episode of my life....;9(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="memname" onclick="return LBB(1870879101);" href="http://forums.delphiforums.com/dir-app/bbCard/profile.asp?webtag=sammyboymod&amp;uid=1870879101"&gt;pinkyclown&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;01:35&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="memname" onclick="return LBB(872763949);" href="http://forums.delphiforums.com/dir-app/bbCard/profile.asp?webtag=sammyboymod&amp;uid=872763949"&gt;F-4E Phantom II - Lord (TiLik)&lt;/a&gt; unread&lt;br /&gt; 78 of 79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Right-click to bookmark Sammyboy.com's Alfresco Coffee Shop #151571.78" href="http://forums.delphiforums.com/sammyboymod/messages?msg=151571.78" target="_top"&gt;151571.78&lt;/a&gt; in reply to &lt;a href="http://forums.delphiforums.com/n/mb/message.asp?webtag=sammyboymod&amp;msg=151571.73" target="_self"&gt;151571.73&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...might as well reveal to u...&lt;br /&gt;my horny lauhanku had just bought a gold pendant and necklace and off he went to hat yai to u know what...with the gifts too.&lt;br /&gt;now if that's ur lauhan, how would u react?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE UR PARENTS...only if the parents carry themselves as parents. i ve tried meticulously to awake him....with much tolerance and mindfulness.....so u r picking this not as a lesson learnt but a weapon to hurl more accusation.&lt;br /&gt;who loves washing dirty linens in public? my sombre intention is to let those who would be fathers learn the suffering they impose on the family by their irresponsible act....as a lawyer urself, u couldn't grasp....what a shame!&lt;br /&gt;just like in the PRAJAPARAMITA HEART SUTRA, if parents do not act like parents but a romancing rolanto, what happen to the entire family?....ur guess is as good as mind.&lt;br /&gt;next, apply that to husband/wife situation:&lt;br /&gt;why does a husband/wife make a h/w doubt about his/her fidelity?&lt;br /&gt;if such a case arise, shouldn't the infidels stop all the nonsense?....again the sacred role of husband/wife is thrown into inequilibrium, hence sufferings result. sadly, it results in many unanticipated folds...not just the infidels involved, many innocent loved parties would also be hit. THAT'S VERY UNFAIR!&lt;br /&gt;....the answer lies in u.....and i believe u r tormented by it. too tempting to put an end to all the feuds??&lt;br /&gt;stop it. end it. detach from it.&lt;br /&gt;then our hearts will be peaceful and clear.&lt;br /&gt;there is no grudges to bear with u guys...not even that sotong kelvin. it's a learning process that we see our true natures better. but if u guys keep hankering over such 'indecent' acquaintances hurling wild accusation at me, u bet the reaction will be thrown back to u.&lt;br /&gt;the karma has already happened. everyone of us is quite exposed now. of course, me the worst...but hey! who cares! that's easy for me but i dunno about u guys.&lt;br /&gt;silly isn't it? hit others to hit back at ourselves. for what purposes?...for the satisfaction of seeing each other getting hurt to the delights of bystanders?&lt;br /&gt;so awake. stop. end.&lt;br /&gt;ornitoufo.....;9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-7464175160839784001?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/7464175160839784001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=7464175160839784001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/7464175160839784001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/7464175160839784001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/lesson-taught-may-be-lesson-unlearned.html' title='a lesson taught may be a lesson unlearned'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-3144151230756635811</id><published>2007-09-04T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:41:08.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inivisible bitch's cloned X-MEN attacks</title><content type='html'>inivisible bitch's cloned X-MEN attacks&lt;br /&gt;here are some of them. they could most likely be clones created by either herself or her gang of the LAME F4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: AhGuan888 16:25 To: pinkyclown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;X-man hermaprodite...one moment s/he a man, s/he a woman...s/he a AH KWA or ahguan he prefers calling himself... 888 means s/he loves to be F F &amp; one big F!! s/he loves multiple orgasms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: BabaEro11 00:47 To: pinkyclown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this tightass middle aged pinoy is the SIREN...more thunder than raindrop just like a broken down radio....VERY LAME AND NOISY TYPE. can't blame him, he was inflicted by FLIRT &amp; DESTROY through the invisible bitch's psychic blast and now he shall live forever with the BROKEN RADIO SYNDROME. he needs to BROKEBACK. any volunteer to plug him up??&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;warning: one ugly fuckface...but looks rich.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: PigButcher 05:05 To: BabaEro11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pigbutcher was the ex destroyed X-man, coconut tee ganging up for a traitor the cheapo cheapskate alibaba from pinoy. (most likely the invisible bitch who also has the power to shapeshift)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: PigButcher 04:29 To: AhGuan888&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one loser scheming with another lamer for a collective bullying pattern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: F-4E Phantom II - Lord (TiLik) 03:26 To: pinkyclown&lt;br /&gt;From: pinkyclown 15:21 To: Fishmonger Housewife :-) (LaMei) unread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gaylord plastico quoting from the invisible bitch to gang rape pinkyclown in brutal threesoming. actually, they are net flirting as usual. later they would head for her &lt;strong&gt;SEXMOBILE APV BLACK SUZU&lt;/strong&gt;.....and rumba rumba....woolalala! From: Fishmonger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housewife :-) (LaMei) 04:27 To: F-4E Phantom II - Lord (TiLik) unread Poll 63 of 87&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;see! i told u they were flirting!!...r r w w would usually start. they will proceed to cyber rumba woolalala thro MSN. her psychic power to orgasmic is really FANTASICK!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: F-4E Phantom II - Lord (TiLik) 04:17 To: NgEjay Poll 62 of 87 151077.62 in reply to 151077.61&lt;br /&gt;From: NgEjay 16:08 To: pinkyclown unread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when invisible bitch orgasmically becomes invisible, the hot turdy nerd takes over to sextisfy gaylord....and it's rumba n woolalala once more....this time maybe his office gadget the plastico sofa bed may come in play....and woolalala rumba. play it again, EJ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE X-CLONED MEN....THEY ARE BACK....YES THEY ARE...PERSISTENT. LAME. LOSER MENTALITY AND WELL...LAME FANTASICK 4 loser supporters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY ARE BACK!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAMA MIA!!! GOD, GIVE ME THE POWER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-3144151230756635811?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/3144151230756635811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=3144151230756635811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3144151230756635811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3144151230756635811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/inivisible-bitchs-cloned-x-men-attacks.html' title='inivisible bitch&apos;s cloned X-MEN attacks'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-1341901846676071885</id><published>2007-09-03T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:53:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this feud MUST END!</title><content type='html'>before this irritating feud, we used to msn quite often.&lt;br /&gt;i realised now why i kept advising her to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FORGIVE AND FORGET....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that that soft hint was actually meant to be applied now....both to her and to me and to those members from the F4.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's about time we close this feuding. it's eating into everyone's mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S VERY VERY CHILDISH, SILLY AND REALLY BO LIAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-1341901846676071885?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/1341901846676071885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=1341901846676071885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1341901846676071885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1341901846676071885'/><link 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src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Rtv1zoq-Q6I/AAAAAAAAABo/xescnC_N_Go/s400/illusion14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSORI XAVIER......X-MAN of superior telepathic and telekenesis power. the lame F4 better dun pray pray with him.....;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Rtv1zoq-Q7I/AAAAAAAAABw/nScIK2TOZXY/s1600-h/mysupport.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105944869994382258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Rtv1zoq-Q7I/AAAAAAAAABw/nScIK2TOZXY/s400/mysupport.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but will he be FOR or AGAINST ghost rider LTS in the end?....who knows and who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telepathy from another X-MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.... i received a telepathy message from another X-man who had landed in oz. he's none other than PROFESSORI Xavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROF X: hi LTS, me has landed in planet OZ....and i m re-starting....will teleport back to planet SINKIELAND in dec. stay put and wait for me....and our makan appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow!!....another sharkfin &amp;amp; abalone set we had before he zoomed off to oz??...yes...i would be drooling on *slurp!!* ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will prof X be a silent supporter of leetahsar aka THE GHOST RIDER (since i m already murdered and pretty dead in sbf) or will prof X be in the league of the lame FANTASICK 4??wow!! story continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leetahsar's query: is my story of THE LAME FANTASICK 4 getting to be too messy as more&lt;br /&gt;and more X-men join into the fray???very confusing, hor??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-3999302265187913446?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. divorces may be imminent for invisible bitch and gaylord plastico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. they might find tempory solace in each other. however due to the petty nature of the bitch, i doubt that would last long. gaylord might not be able to tolerate her nonsense and they resulted going separate ways eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. all powderful bitch's mum in law may come into play. another domestic war erupts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. green lantern, the husbby of the invisible bitch will be fatally injured in the the mum and wifey disputes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what about the ugly THING sotong....well, he's an opportunist. he would continue his sex pervert hunting for foolish little sweet things until he runs out of $200 angpows to distribute or someone size him up...and bash him for playing their girl girl or even boy boy from the chatroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which ever the outcome, the source of all their vendetta seems to stem from a simple &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PETTINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ....a foolish attachments to such a flaw and continuously feed it and nurse it into a bigger tragedy that finally they would not know how to contain or handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many lives will be shattered and innocent sufferings result.ornitoufo....i will now put up this thread and hope many could browse over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OM MANI PADME HOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5887458453926780971?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5887458453926780971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-4376702457824386093</id><published>2007-09-01T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:19:17.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to respond in awkard encounter?</title><content type='html'>as everyone know the silly feud of leetahsar and the lame fantasick 4 is a continuing saga.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why? i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;one fine morning was suppose to meet my burmese prince and his roomate burmese pal. wast trying to help them to get rented lodging here in queenstown.&lt;br /&gt;they were having problem with their current landlord. their old indian forever drunk indian landlord kept accusing them for not paying up the rental. they had paid. the trouble he forgot and used up the money for toddy as soon as the rent was handed to him.&lt;br /&gt;so here i was sitting. waiting. kopi la-ing.&lt;br /&gt;lo and behold!! kaixin passed me by with gaylord as i was checking my sms. he smiled weakly and waved at me. gaylord was so vain! obviously very resentful about what was feuding in this sbf kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;really, i should be the one who should be resentful if u would understand the reason for the demise of leetahsar. funny. where was the invisible bitch?&lt;br /&gt;did she turn invisible? ...who cares!&lt;br /&gt;there i continued to sit and wait for my burmese pals. when i glanced back to the table they were sitting, invisible bitch was visible there!! what a invisibility teleporting trick! it was strange....very strange indeed! the ugly THING sotong was present. didn't they accept him back to their lame F4? so it was F3 now is it or still F4?&lt;br /&gt;i called my burmese pals who were near. before i hang up, they were already walking towards me.&lt;br /&gt;burmese prince was thrilled to see me. it had been quite awhile since i helped him landed in a waiter job. he handshake me and hugged me. he was really excited and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;burmese prince: boob!!....i scored the highest mark for the assignment u did for me...aiyo!! so thank you you u know...hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;he hugged some more. ya..ya...i knew already. the lame F4 should be enjoying this camaderie and ya..ya...i already anticipated what was going through their lame sick minds.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he was very happy. he got his first wage payout. he insisted that he would treat me breakfast. but i had already eaten. he insisted. we moved to another table so that it would closer to the stall where he n his other burmese pal would be buying their morning breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;in his sheer ecstasy, he insisted that he wanna buy me something. ok lor! i told him to get me a hot soyabean small cup no syrup. cost: 40c only.&lt;br /&gt;must let everyone know. it wasn't the treat that bother me much. it was rather his enthusiastic sincerity. i had to mention about the price to prevent petty people to defame my goodself continuously.&lt;br /&gt;we have a jolly good time talking dirty cocks (opps!) and obscenities (opps, opps!) what else better to talk between 3 guys.&lt;br /&gt;the table where the lame F3 (only three were there) was awfully quiet.&lt;br /&gt;kaixin in his usual predictable habit...bak chor mee without vinegar. after eating, it was to the toilet. he passed my table, waved and smiled weakly at me and headed to the toilet ahead.&lt;br /&gt;after a quite long while, he exited, passed my table again, waved, smiled and proceed to his F3 table nearby.&lt;br /&gt;it was a tensed and awkard encounter. suppose if it happen on you, how should u react? what should the scenario be?&lt;br /&gt;catfight? hurling of loud obscenities? create a interesting bawling scene? throw chairs...etc..etc...well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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encounter?'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-7911364325965374361</id><published>2007-09-01T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:58:22.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACCEPTANCE, LOVE &amp; FORGIVENESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/RtpC1oq-Q5I/AAAAAAAAABg/oYxDdLg9D0s/s1600-h/ACCEPTANCE,+LOVE+%26+FORGIVENESS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105466616796038034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/RtpC1oq-Q5I/AAAAAAAAABg/oYxDdLg9D0s/s400/ACCEPTANCE,+LOVE+%26+FORGIVENESS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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FORGIVENESS'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/RtpC1oq-Q5I/AAAAAAAAABg/oYxDdLg9D0s/s72-c/ACCEPTANCE,+LOVE+%26+FORGIVENESS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-8681349857834024893</id><published>2007-09-01T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T08:22:18.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....the saga of the LAME F4 continues....</title><content type='html'>hmmm, the galaxy seemed awfully tranquil. the late murdered leetahsar was revived by a forumer as PINKYCLOWN in sbf.i was banned. LEETAHSAR was no more. he was gang raped by lame F4 and murdered most foul!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to post, i needed to create a new nic. that i did. in no more than a couple of days, i was banned again. destroyed!! why? i also dunno the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off i surfed the galaxy looking for a new forum to post my thoughts. here i landed STARGAZZ*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an unexpected telepathic signal was sent to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEETAHSAR, i ve revived u as pinkyclown. u can post in forum SBF again freely. do not worry, i m not in singapore.....i m elsewhere. here's ur entry password: XXXXXXXXX......good luck!! be careful...the LAME FANTASICK 4  although also have most of their nicks banned will be back to get u....good luck ..over and out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon i found myself teleported back to sbf. felt strange cos without my infamous nic, i kind of felt lost. should i preach the goodness of compassion? would i be so lo soh to buddha here and ornitoufo there when i knew none would really bother. i think maybe i bore them to death with my bo liao chant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do? just post what nonsense i used to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that VOICE was right. here comes the lame F4 again to collective attack PINKYCLOWN aka leetahsar......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-8681349857834024893?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/8681349857834024893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=8681349857834024893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8681349857834024893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8681349857834024893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/saga-of-lame-f4-continues.html' title='....the saga of the LAME F4 continues....'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-4048336291506800580</id><published>2007-09-01T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T08:19:36.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad country. dumb serfs. idiotic nation!</title><content type='html'>i hovered over this country called sinkieland. it was a sad country inhibited by dumb serfs ruled by a merciless overlord, KUAN YEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i posted hoping for answers from the heroes of the land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coffee Shop Talk - sad country, dumb serfs, idiotic nation!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: pinkyclown 27-Aug 01:41&lt;br /&gt; To: ALL 1 of 70 150719.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trouble with our pinky clown is that he tot he could foresee the future for us. he loves to wayang and pretend his great concern and 'love' for the serfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many years back, CPF already set up. now after so many years, the harvest is ripe to reap cos the aging population most have reached their entitled withdrawal age to their saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what do we get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;withdrawal age keeps pushing forward. from 55 to 60 to 65 to soon to be 67.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now they annouce that many serfs here actually are longlife and can live to 85 and beyond. this means later all withdrawal age would be push to even beyond 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if that's now enough, ambiguous dubious scheme such as the current COMPULSORY ANNUITIES is going to be implemented after much wayanging and faked up debates where mostly the idiots, lembus, zombies and the entire ball carriers species would support vehemently for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does that leave the serfs? for every $1000k left in cpf maybe after we hit the new withdrawal age of maybe 67 or 70 n above (who knows later they might push it further), perhaps only less than the amount we have saved for so many years would be 'reluctantly' returned to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most would be siphoned out: for medisave, medishields, eldershields, whatever nonsense dunno what shields and then this bloodsucking ANNUITIES which only benefit one who outlives 85. if not, then good luck to u and ur 'compulsory' premium payments from cpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are our gabramens doing this? why cannot they allow us to manage our own saving and our own money? can we tell them to sack ho jinx cos to the serfs she is throwing away our good blood money for bad planned investments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we tell them that NO!! THOSE SHADOWY INVESTMENTS THEY MADE USING OUR MONEY ARE HEADING FOR DISASTERS THAN MORE GOODS? surely not right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; then why are they meddling with OUR money. can't they allow serfs the rights to use OUR money for whatever we love simply becos IT'S OUR MONEY AND NOT THEIRS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a very strange cuntry. everyone is silent even when their savings are slowly parasitised off by the so called 'concerned' gabramen.sad county. dumb people. idiotic nation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, it attracted the returns of the invisible bitch who's now COCONUT TEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she brought out black2545. this is the zany BLACKMAN who was tortured sadistically by his sidekick PUSSYCAT. (that is another horny tale by itself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blackman was a pal of leetahsar but stupidly fallen into the bitch's nasty FLRIT &amp; DESTROY. now the bitch dug up so many of his personal info and wealth, she would not stop at anything to get back at leetahsar who's now PINKYCLOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she posted repetively spamming the entire thread demanding the answer which she dreadfully wanted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: CoconutTee 30-Aug 03:51&lt;br /&gt;To: pinkyclown 58 of 70 150719.58 in reply to 150719.57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u know Black2545 has depression, did u exploit him n take advantage on his medical condition ???give me straight answer, dun side kick !dun act blur like u dun know any thing !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pinkyclown responded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: pinkyclown 30-Aug 06:18&lt;br /&gt;To: CoconutTee 61 of 70 150719.61 in reply to 150719.60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is no answer.u got the answer. maybe u tell everyone here.black is reading now. he would love to hear it too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, she repeated like a broken cassette player. she sounded more like reaching menopause and quite senile dementia as she kept on repeating and spamming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: CoconutTee 03:56&lt;br /&gt;To: pinkyclown 62 of 70 150719.62 in reply to 150719.61&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;y u need to lie that Black said "NONSENSE! where got"? u r attempting to convince us that u din try to con Black's property, so u lied that Black denied u tried to con his property !!!now u r exposed by ur own lie!will u get a job, instead "working" in SBF full time? give us a straigh "yes" or "No" answer, not sidekick again ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: pinkyclown 30-Aug 04:04 &lt;br /&gt;To: CoconutTee 114 of 123 150930.114&lt;br /&gt;in reply to 150930.111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha...i jus spoken to black 'live'. this is his only reply:NONSENSE! where got??hiazzz...i think ur FLIRT &amp; DESTROY is exposed once again. u r the one who betrays other trust and confidentiality in u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do u got to say for urself now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;repent and confess in the confession box, then go out again and continue another FLIRT &amp; DESTROY?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONT'D....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-4048336291506800580?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/4048336291506800580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=4048336291506800580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/4048336291506800580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/4048336291506800580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/sad-country-dumb-serfs-idiotic-nation.html' title='sad country. dumb serfs. idiotic nation!'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5639601648358255406</id><published>2007-09-01T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T08:10:18.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medusa Stunned The Invisible Bitch!</title><content type='html'>in a faraway land, lovely medusa picked up telekinetic about PINKYCLOWN's distress being stalked by the invisible bitch, she came into sbf in a surprised post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDUSA is a lovely blonde. she stunned every men who dare looked upon her....especially her honeydew boobs. all who seen the miraculous asset were be stoned!....yes, stoned and steamed in between their legs...hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; she was furious that the invisible bitch still couldn't get over her petty molehill vengefulness which she took it as a HIMALAYA mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she posted a very direct reply which stunned her and maybe shattered her bag of evil ugly bones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: gfadsfmd 30-Aug 09:10&lt;br /&gt;To: CoconutTee 121 of 126 150930.121 in reply to 150930.111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fucker, you do nothing but say Leetahsar exposes peoples personal info yet here you are telling everyone that Black is depressed and even how much his property is worth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a hypocrite!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the nails were hit on the head, the invisible bitch still argued that she was right. she considered herself always right. of course, most could see how lame and didn't realise she already exposed her insincerity and hypocrite self and nasty nature....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she posted and argued again. what a sad pathetic bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: CoconutTee 03:44&lt;br /&gt;To: gfadsfmd 123 of 126 150930.123&lt;br /&gt; in reply to 150930.121&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{You fucker, you do nothing but say Leetahsar exposes peoples personal info yet here you are telling everyone that Black is depressed and even how much his property is worth. You are a hypocrite!!!!!} &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cant u see that i am exposing LTS's scheme of looking for victims in this forum? cant u see that how many forumers trust LTS? the fucker is u urself ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the person who told us abt Black depression n property is non other than LTS himself ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's exposing who? u be the judge here. i knew blackman for so long, i didn't even know he got this condition. the invisible went on to say that black's owned a fortress worth 800k plutonian jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit!! blackman, how come u never tell me this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupidly, blackman must have fallen victim to her nasty FLIRTY &amp; DESTROY....she manipulated him. maybe she sado-masochistic blackman till he screamed and revealed all she wanted to gather about him and vital info about me. blackman was in dire danger if he let the gaylord plastico lawyer handled his fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaylord got a very sharp parang that would surely decapitate blackman in one swift blow and his fortress would be consumed by gaylord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would this saga end? i really dunno. it's still on going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will pinkyclown be unfairly eliminated again by the communistic reins of biased idiots who control sbf kopitiam. they have already unfairly burnt and razed his pizzashop world of leetahsar without valid reason.the only shred of evidence was a complain filed by the bitch la mei aka the invisible bitch aka COCONUT TEE aka (u name it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could that be enough to validate a complain when she accused her FUCKING MESSY LIFE was exposed by leetahsar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u guys were to read sbf...u will know leetahsar is the one most exposed by the mischiefs of the LAME F4. his real name, his addresses and even his phone numbers....that fatboy's face, if u think he's cute, then ok that would be leetahsar...if not, then sorry not he lah...hahahaha.....;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will this petty resentment and vengefulness ever will end?.....i wonder. so stupid, childish and really devouring to the soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5639601648358255406?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5639601648358255406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=5639601648358255406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5639601648358255406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5639601648358255406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/medusa-stunned-invisible-bitch.html' title='Medusa Stunned The Invisible Bitch!'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-3544127516962257228</id><published>2007-09-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T08:04:09.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will this be the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medusa hit back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: gfadsfmd 04:58&lt;br /&gt; To: CoconutTee unread 124 of 126 150930.124&lt;br /&gt;in reply to 150930.123&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who you are, lady!we should also know now who this bitch is. does anyone know why she is doing this?WHY SHE SO LIKE THAT ONE HUH???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-3544127516962257228?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/3544127516962257228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=3544127516962257228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3544127516962257228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3544127516962257228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/will-this-be-end-medusa-hit-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-8590069365604444802</id><published>2007-09-01T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T08:01:02.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>her love will go on and on...like the TITANIC...</title><content type='html'>just like the lyrics from THE TITANIC THEME:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love (or rather petty hatred) will go on and on..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she created lame polls and worships those figures. tsk...tsk...really she must be the most vengeful petty bitch one got the misfortune to encounter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F4 against LTS - POLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F4 r Evil, they ganged up to destroy well loved leetahsar, they r despicable ! 8 votes (2%)&lt;br /&gt; F4 revealed LTS is a con man cum liar, and his stealing deeds, well done ! 0 votes (0%)&lt;br /&gt;F4 against LTS's parent bashing, they did the right thing ! 1 votes (0%)&lt;br /&gt; F4 exposed LTS lives out of his siblings, LKBs, n talk cock like a great thinker 0 votes (0%)&lt;br /&gt;all option 2, 3 and 4 rolled into one ;-) 428 votes (98%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;437 people have voted so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;author's note: &lt;em&gt;i think leetahsar is notorious infamous to attract so many votings. it's still ongoing and figures should be even higher!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-8590069365604444802?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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TITANIC...'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5787259423909800099</id><published>2007-09-01T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:53:44.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poor response to F4 POLL, why?</title><content type='html'>....yes, why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: pinkyclown 30-Aug 05:19&lt;br /&gt;To: ALL Poll 1 of 1 151086.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u feel about the lame fantasick 4?&lt;br /&gt; petty mentality 1 votes (11%)&lt;br /&gt;double standard 0 votes (0%)&lt;br /&gt;hypocritical 0 votes (0%)&lt;br /&gt;sinister and scheming 0 votes (0%)&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF THE ABOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 votes (89%) 9 people have voted so far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5787259423909800099?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5787259423909800099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=5787259423909800099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5787259423909800099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5787259423909800099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/poor-response-to-f4-poll-why.html' title='poor response to F4 POLL, why?'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-4431570528961051270</id><published>2007-09-01T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:52:19.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>medusa captured and stoned the F4!!</title><content type='html'>medusa in her fury of the collective bullying and injustice where they were the culprits for the murder of leetahsar and their incessantly lame bo liao attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she did a POLL too on all the members from the FANTASICK 4. however, either they are too good or no one in sbf is interested in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polls - WHO IS THE WORST F4 FORUMER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From: gfadsfmd 05:03&lt;br /&gt;To: ALL Poll 1 of 4 151194.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS THE WORST F4 FORUMER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAMEI. 2 votes (11%)&lt;br /&gt;KAIXIN/EJNG. 6 votes (33%)&lt;br /&gt;SOTONG. 1 votes (6%)&lt;br /&gt;TILIK. 3 votes (17%)&lt;br /&gt; EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. 6 votes (33%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 people have voted so far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-4431570528961051270?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/4431570528961051270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=4431570528961051270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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win? who is represent truth? who is the liar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it the invisible bitch - read properly: not invincible - loves worshipping POLLS, well...let's give her back HER kind of POLL of her pious religion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this POLL was done by MEDUSA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Polls - WHAT IS LAMEI?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: gfadsfmd 6-Aug 07:15&lt;br /&gt;To: ALL Poll 1 of 13 148664.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS LAMEI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A DESPERATE TROLL OF A HOUSEWIFE 7 votes (7%)&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING BUT A TROUBLEMAKER 6 votes (6%)&lt;br /&gt;UGLY, BONEY AND GOOD FOR NOTHING 4 votes (4%)&lt;br /&gt; A LIAR AND SNEAK 2 votes (2%)&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF THE ABOVE 79 votes (81%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 98 people have voted so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....not bad...not bad at all!! at least 98 forummers are interested in her but all in a different kind of reflection. who will emerge the victor is far from the sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the saga continues!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-1286227674944904907?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/1286227674944904907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=1286227674944904907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1286227674944904907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/1286227674944904907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/medusa-vs-invisible-bitch.html' title='Medusa Vs The Invisible Bitch'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-6026375083292520616</id><published>2007-09-01T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:47:03.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here she comes again....</title><content type='html'>the invisible bitch really lives up to her notoriety. only she can demand for answer. she questions, u must answer.how am i to answer her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she would only accept the answer she wants and nothing else.in fact i indirectly got answer from my misled pal blackman who's now mind controlled by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the invisible bitch getting haywired already over using her telekinetic power in excessive? she's like going crazy and would self destruct pretty soon.will her part time lover gaylord plastico come to her rescue? will her fulltime lover find out about her part time rendevous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how should this end??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are getting kinda of hot and complicated cos her part-time lover's wifey, MINUTE MAID has sensed her intrusion as the 3rd party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA MIA!!!....things were really hotting up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bitch's all powderful mum in law was also suspicious about her shadowy activity. will she find that out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i m all confused....the plot is over riding into many sub-plots. the bitch's husband, green lantern (cos he's wearing green hat already) could be part timing with another chiobu MYSTERIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the invisible bitch discovered that and that's why due to her petty nature will tic for tac. hence her mixing up with gaylord plastico who in a twist of fate had a wifey MINUTE MAID who resembled that bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow lau eh!!!......intriguing...very very messily intriguing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-6026375083292520616?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/6026375083292520616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=6026375083292520616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6026375083292520616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6026375083292520616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-she-comes-again.html' title='here she comes again....'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-2895193913567028453</id><published>2007-09-01T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:44:55.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how the hell LEETAHSAR got involved in this mess?</title><content type='html'>dunno?....i really ledi dunno!!in my kaypohness and curiosity, i met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my initial impression that invisible bitch and gaylord plastico appeared sincere. they wanna to involve me in ACTIVISM to take over PLANET QUEENSTOWN so as to defeat the merciless overlord GALATICUS KUAN YEW , hence breaking the years of the rule by the PAPS the loyal followers of the overlord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ACTIVISM was a big 'feared' word by the PAPS. if we could use the power of ACTIVISM properly, all the serfs would be willing to transfer their PEOPLE'S POWER to us and defeating the PAPS and KUAN YEW'S reign would be a breeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon i realised that the intention of the duo couple from the lame F4 wasn't really that simple and plain. they had other ulterior motive and plan. they wanted to set up the next dynasty. even before any plan could materialise and action taken, the invisible bitch had already started to don her majestic coat of deceit and even bestowed herself as the EMPRESS DOWAGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before even the first step could be taken, she was writing ODE - dun ask me what's that. it went something like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: 吃不到葡萄说葡萄酸！ (LaMei) 13:17&lt;br /&gt; To: GohMengSeng 18 of 20 147192.18&lt;br /&gt;in reply to 147192.13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode to Ti Lik - my good friend lawyer..&lt;br /&gt;智立之志如长江&lt;br /&gt;忠义两全如孔明&lt;br /&gt;长见心胸满情感&lt;br /&gt;语挂嘴边不需言&lt;br /&gt;参于政治不为荣&lt;br /&gt;小人误会即嫉妒&lt;br /&gt;天生耿直即爽快&lt;br /&gt;充满自信对众宣&lt;br /&gt;不爱江山爱美人&lt;br /&gt;情关难闯亦难清&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she was 葡萄 or grapes cos she loved the cherries and grape(seeds) of another hero MIGHTY THOR Gohmengseng. mighty thor gms was a loud thunder with his hammer weapon. very noisy but little action. it was just like the loud thundering sky but dun expect any rainfall. the most was to expect a few drops of piss. precisely that was pissing most people off by his beats of thunders rumbled and echoed through sbf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he shunned her. and hell knows no fury for a petty bitch shunned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gathering her army of clones which she and her F4 created, they attacked mighty thor gms non stop beside attacking leetahsar at the same time. since both leetahsar and gms were quite look alike, they were like what she mentioned - EVIL TWINS re-united. hence we gotta help each ohter to defend the planet sinkieland against the nonsense of the F4......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the battle rages on...and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oops!...hold on!!! the bitch's cassette player broke down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE SHE COMES AGAIN with new strategy to flame:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Shop Talk - YES! WE R SCREWED!!&lt;br /&gt;From: CoconutTee 07:35&lt;br /&gt; To: pinkyclown 133 of 135 150930.133&lt;br /&gt;in reply to 150930.132&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; u claimed that u r an ex-male missy, yes or no??? give straight answer, no sidekick! ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in one of my life existence in sinkieland i was the WHITE ANGEL, a male missy...just in case u r blurred, it simply means i was once a jambo male nurse..... (i turned the virginal matron drooling like a uncontrolled foutain spewing from her lips...hahahaha... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like that also she wanna dig......aiyo!!! for goodness sake!! that exposure was i who told everyone about my missy tale .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think next she would be after my cherries and grapesides and maybe how many arse hairs still dangling in my blackhole....sheeeeeesh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2895193913567028453?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2895193913567028453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2895193913567028453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2895193913567028453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2895193913567028453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-hell-leetahsar-got-involved-in-this.html' title='how the hell LEETAHSAR got involved in this mess?'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-6634792464497404660</id><published>2007-09-01T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:38:02.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love's interpretation ala carte LEETAHSAR's style</title><content type='html'>pai seh...my telepathy suddenly is picking a hidden horniness in her dunno what ODE or OBIT to the gaylord plastico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;智 立之志如长江&lt;br /&gt;忠 义两全如孔明&lt;br /&gt;长 见心胸满情感&lt;br /&gt;语 挂嘴边不需言&lt;br /&gt;参 于政治不为荣&lt;br /&gt;小 人误会即嫉妒&lt;br /&gt;天 生耿直即爽快&lt;br /&gt;充 满自信对众宣&lt;br /&gt;不 爱江山爱美人&lt;br /&gt;情 关难闯亦难清&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u break up only the first chinese word and read it from top to bottom just the combination of the lst word of each line, it becomes something like this interpretated in leetahsar's style :&lt;br /&gt;智 - wits ( hers of course, she always thinks she's the cleverest)&lt;br /&gt;忠 - loyalty (gaylord cos he's such an idiot to fall for her flirt &amp; destroy)&lt;br /&gt;长 - his XXX long dick (maybe... we went into the toilet together that's another tale in LA GE N  I WENT INTO TOILET - SO BIG! }&lt;br /&gt;语 - speech (sweet nothing talks)&lt;br /&gt;参 - mix (like water mixes into mud. she's water, he's the mud)&lt;br /&gt;小 - small&lt;br /&gt;天 - world&lt;br /&gt;充 - fill&lt;br /&gt;不 - not (enough)&lt;br /&gt;情 - love (or lust)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put them all together, should be something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wit, ur loyalty&lt;br /&gt;ur dick, my flirty&lt;br /&gt;sweet nothing talks&lt;br /&gt;mix like water and mud&lt;br /&gt;in a world too small&lt;br /&gt;enough to fill our love and lust.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrrrrrr!!...horny and bitchy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah piang!!!...heaven forgives me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-6634792464497404660?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/6634792464497404660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=6634792464497404660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6634792464497404660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6634792464497404660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/09/loves-interpretation-ala-carte.html' title='love&apos;s interpretation ala carte LEETAHSAR&apos;s style'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-9086218452094156344</id><published>2007-08-13T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:15:04.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY TIMES THAT CAN'T LAST.....:(</title><content type='html'>after i put up the poll on: &lt;strong&gt;SAVE MY MEILING&lt;/strong&gt;, gaylord PLASTICO was all fired up. he wanted to 'save meiling' which is my ward's hawker centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this place is very airy with high ceiling, widely spaced seatings, cheap and honest to goodness food, friendliest bunch of hawkers u can find in singapore. well!....everything is very good and retro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLASTICO initiated everyone in the regular weekend meet up to be involved....to be what he called ACTIVISM. he wanted to stop the upgrading of meiling. initially, i thought his intention was sincere. our aim is to prevent this upgrading and motivate the hawkers, residents and frequent makan kakis at mei ling to petition against the upgrading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly sotong THING after listening to all this, shrunk his balls. he told us he won't wanna join in the fray. the next meeting he was absent...and missing in action hence. however that didn't stop him from meeting me personally and continue our rendevous in dining together. this idiot was another sinister clown. he posted many lame polls about me. dun ask me. i dunno why he did that to discredit me as CHEAT, LEECH AND EXPLOIT on him even though i did pay some of the more expensive meal when we ate together. that he never mentioned.....;9(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many hawker centres after upgraded saw the disappearance of the many of the original hawkers there and hence the extinction of the good, authentic and economical food sold. one very good example was the ABC market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the upgrading there was in my opinion - a disaster. the hawker centre now has very low roof. its design was utterly over exaggerated but does not serve or enhance the comfort of diners there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it now has poorer ventilation. eating there is like going to the sauna. ABC hc used to open almost 24hrs. now it was almost dead at around 10pm. most of the hawkers there lament of poor business, higher rentals and terrible hot conditions there as the stupid design does not provide much airy ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A COOPED UP FUCKED UP PLACE TO EAT COMFORTABLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember i was there at about 11pm one night. most stalls were already closed. boy!! was it hot! and it was night. imagine how one who eats there during lunch time.......;9(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stupidly being motivated by PLASTICO. i m very friendly and goonie and mixed around very easily - one of GOD's blessed gift to me. people would talk very casually to me too. when the piggy talks, it's like we have been buddies for a long time. there isn't a wall of resentment or doubt, just friendliness and congeniality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLASTICO and the INVISIBLE BITCH could have noticed this talent in me. hence, ulterior personal motives of theirs were schemed. it was a devious intention actually to activate PAU or People Against Upgrading. their real motives was to achieve a 'feather in their cap' so as to use it as a platform to brag and gather votes in the next GENERAL ELECTION in 2011. It was sort of an idealism telling the people: &lt;em&gt;there i did something voluntary and fought for your welfare even though i was not from ur ward....SO VOTE FOR ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was very troubled. i hinted to them that politic was not in my blood. me wanna robe up as a MONK wannabe....not a weasel smooth talking politician that gives empty promises to people......;9(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a weasel is a weasel doing.....nothing is more weasely than a gaylord lawyer PLASTICO....;9(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i voiced that and made more conversation with the hawkers in meiling, the truth dawned on me. those shrewd hawkers were actually buying time and hoping to be compensated for the upgrading. they would gladly F off and get compensated in 5-figures. the rental there was so cheap. inclusive of the conservancy charges, it wasn't even $400 per mth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stall rental was like $150, conservancy was $180. if a hawker just sublet his stall to another for $800 or so, he would already got a tidy profit! he didn't even need to sweat a drop of juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, i realised this PAU just couldn't work. if those jokers hawkers weren't really wanting to stay put, what's there to fight for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i revealed and explained to gaylord PLASTICO, INVISIBLE BITCH and TORCH ON nerd but their reaction was not a conducive nor a accepting one. whether good or bad, ACTIVISM was all they wanted - meaning they would rebel for the sake of REBELLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, i found out from attending a chitchat by our mp chiohunk BAEY YAM KENG that there would be features like lifts and escalators provided for the convenience of old citizens here. mei ling has many senior citizens. in fact every weekends, there would be a funeral wake. sometime even a couple. almost every week, there would be a few drop dead senior folks here......;9(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what m i suppose to do now? the upgrading is in fact a good proposal but the 3 clowns still wanted PAU to proceed. that la mei INVISIBLE BITCH started to sow discord and instigate the nerd TORCH to flame on me.....it was quite a very uncomfy liaison now with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst of the worst, this stupig bought the whole lame F4 home for tea for every meeting after our breakfast in meiling. i was so so busy serving them my DONG DING OOLONG, LONG JIN, FRUIT/FLORAL, fruit juices and later oldenlandia water with a slice of lemon and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they would sit and chat for a few hours before dimissing. plastico loved my IDESIRE massage chair. this biggest idiot kept asking me to sell him half price. he must be joking!....it was brand new bought at about 6.5K . still guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he &lt;em&gt;how lian(boast)&lt;/em&gt; it was a gift for the INVISIBLE BITCH....what an outrageous boasting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, vincent (ramseth), cid pal, blackman, guanhuang, jixiaolan and a host of other forummers also came into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S CALL THEM COLLECTIVELY : &lt;strong&gt;THE X - MEN....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deng...deng..deng...denggggggggggggggggg................!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-9086218452094156344?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/9086218452094156344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=9086218452094156344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/9086218452094156344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/9086218452094156344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-times-that-cant-last.html' title='HAPPY TIMES THAT CAN&apos;T LAST.....:('/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-8352571460632066057</id><published>2007-08-12T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:44:00.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part 5: ARRIVAL OF GAYLORD PLASTICO, the leader</title><content type='html'>finally the arrival of the leader of the F4 pack - gaylord PLASTICO.....&lt;br /&gt;deng...deng...deng....dengggggggggggggg!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine day, i was as usual posting my bo liao stories. the phone suddenly rang. it was sotong THING. he asked me to surf down to mei ling market. someone there dying to meet me. who?? i wonder who? this blurpiggy was also one curious big kaypohji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without 3x7 = 21, i zoomed there in a jiffy as fast as my SURFING LEGS could take this oversize piggy ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting there, was thing, invisible bitch ...and who the hell was that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god!! gaylord's presence!! i was shocked! he was prettier than the invisible bitch! (well, that comment was originated from the drooling sex pervert's mouth, the thing aka sotong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flirtatious pair of invisible bitch and plastico was quite deplorable. they were just too couple-liked  . one could just mistake them as husband and wife. but they were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one got a husband la ge and 2 la kids. the other got a wifey.  i was told - by some uncanniness - that mrs plastico resembled the invisible bitch!...oh my god!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that started the whole ball rolling.....and we had our regular meetup in mei ling. me and the lame fantasick 4 just loved our mei ling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then fine one day, this itchy piggy arse went to put up a POLL in sbf.....and trouble started.....;9(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-8352571460632066057?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/8352571460632066057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=8352571460632066057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8352571460632066057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/8352571460632066057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/08/part-5-arrival-of-gaylord-plastico.html' title='part 5: ARRIVAL OF GAYLORD PLASTICO, the leader'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-3867044714306585080</id><published>2007-08-12T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:26:55.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F4 - part 4 : THE INVISIBLE BITCH</title><content type='html'>this bag of bone, la mei aka THE INVISIBLE BITCH was the most sinister among the lot.&lt;br /&gt;calling herself la mei was over rating her body which was nothing but a pile of bones. that is why she was quite invisible if u look at her from the side. it was just as thin as a bamboo pole. why no&lt;br /&gt;'twin peaks', u asking? well, she was quite flat. my boobs are even bigger than hers anytime!...hahahaha.....;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, if u invert the 'i' in her &lt;em&gt;lamei&lt;/em&gt;, it would become &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lame!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was a really bold housewife and a mother of 2 kids. rather it should be a desperate housewife and a lonely bitchy mum who had nothing better to do than meeting male strangers from the forum - ALONE!! (wonder her husband knew about her indecent activities?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she disliked sotong THING. she made use of him to meet SILVERLEE, the blurpiggy. so we met. again in ZI YEAN. sotong THING appeared in an over exaggerated attire - long sleeves with ties n leather shoes. ......and yuck! that stinky snake oil he applied....phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the THING like i said was a sex pervert. he came fully prepared. he presented to la mei INVISIBLE BITCH gifts of - what else - his personal snake oils meticulously wrapped and with a cute little silver ribbon. awwwwwwwww!......so sweet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the intention of the INVISIBLE BITCH was to meet up with me. later we msn, she revealed to me if i hadn't come, she won't appear too. she would remain - well, INVISIBLE! she added that she msn-ed a few times but i ignored her. of course, i had to. she was - well, INVISIBLE BITCH what.....;9( how would i know whether she was real or a faked up guniang who could be an horny ah kua, right? to play safe, i became INVISIBLE PIGGY too lor...hahahaha.....;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........to be cont'd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-3867044714306585080?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/3867044714306585080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=3867044714306585080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3867044714306585080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/3867044714306585080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/08/f4-part-4-invisible-bitch.html' title='F4 - part 4 : THE INVISIBLE BITCH'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-5314334691602555094</id><published>2007-08-12T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:09:56.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F4 - part 3</title><content type='html'>that was how i met one of the lame F4 - the ugly sotong, THING who was by the way a sex pervert in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next on my list, was kaixin. u could see how cute he is in my previous entry. this was the nerd from NUS. his role, THE FIRESTARTER - always flame on.....especially directed at me. well, poor piggy SILVER SURFLEE never fail to get roasted, charred...and now worst NUKED! more advanced nuclear weapons now what....;9(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my meeting up with kaixin was due to the arrival of my ozzie dearie. she would be MEDUSA, the one with a pair of 'honeydew' assets. er........for those who are blurred by my terms. ok lah!....she got the biggest boobs i ever seen!! yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno...but the boobs didn't quite like the nerd. she had warned me about him. that how he was flaming me behind all kind of nicks and balless dicks like kelingkia, milkway, liquanxie...etc.&lt;br /&gt;these all the balless dicks, i mean nics used to discredit me and flame me incessantly. for everyone's info, this is the most goreng and charred piggy ex-forummer in sbf - LEETAHSAR....;9( now re-enacted as blurpiggy SILVERLEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i m history! completely and permanently banned. this brings us to our next character: la mei or THE INVISIBLE BITCH aka the evil bags of bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya...music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deng...deng.deng...denggggggggggggg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....to be cont'd....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-5314334691602555094?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/5314334691602555094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=5314334691602555094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5314334691602555094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/5314334691602555094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/08/f4-part-3.html' title='F4 - part 3'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-6076276276147292444</id><published>2007-08-12T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:52:18.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F4 - part 2</title><content type='html'>once in a far away galaxy, a planet called LTS existed. sadly it was now being destroyed by the F4 or the FANTASICK 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all began with this idiot call leetahsar or the SILVER SURFLEE who has nothing better to do than to surf the net daily. why? ok..me forcefully retired. so what to do? post bo liao stories like what i m doing now....;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first real life zany tale was about my bunch of crazy ITALIAN PALS. if u wanna know more, u can visit my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to the very very beginning. very funny! sure to leave u in stitches with all the S&amp;M XXX episodes.....;9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i never tot there were any readers. i simply posted and posted stories after stories of my life crazy occurences.one fine day, an intergalatic message came:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEET ME, SILVER SURFLEE. this is the THING (aka sex pervert sotong). i belanja u with delisexious dim sums.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, SILVER SURFLEE (that's this goon piggy here) is forever greedy about food. (that's also how GALACTICUS goes about eating. but his favourite is different galaxies. will urs be next?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopping onto my trusty silver surfboard (ahem!...that would be our bus...hahaha) i rushed to meet this ugly sotong THING at ZI YEAN.that was my first fatal mistake....deng..deng...dennnnnnnggggggggggggg!!!......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be cont'd.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-6076276276147292444?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/6076276276147292444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=6076276276147292444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6076276276147292444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/6076276276147292444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/08/f4-part-2.html' title='F4 - part 2'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241533.post-2535304660776897707</id><published>2007-08-12T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:49:13.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F4 - THE LAME FANTASICK 4</title><content type='html'>the F4 - THE FANTASICK 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. gaylord - the leader of the pack. a conniving PLASTICO lawyer with little or no biz dwelling under the refuge of a relative's firm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. nerd - THE TORCH ON turdy nerd who is burning himself up with absurdities when blessed with a brilliant blain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. sotong aka ??aka??? - THE THING, ugly like fuck. only there to be cheated, leeched and exploited by the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. the bitchy slug - the invisible woman whose FLIRT &amp; DESTROY and expert in sowing discord and instigation.once in a far away galaxy.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, before i could write this zany tale, i was already banned fr sbf kopitiam. worst, my world of leetahsar was obliterated.i hope i won't do the same mistake here. promise only to read and laugh and dun get urself agitated or angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS NOT MY INTENTION.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my intention is to loosen ur tight mood. but many idiots, retards and clowns/clownlets in sbf cannot see this. so kek sim!...;9(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19241533-2535304660776897707?l=upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.stargazz.com/forums/showthread.php?p=493&amp;posted=1#post493' title='F4 - THE LAME FANTASICK 4'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/feeds/2535304660776897707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19241533&amp;postID=2535304660776897707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2535304660776897707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19241533/posts/default/2535304660776897707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upheavalofleetahsar.blogspot.com/2007/08/f4-lame-fantasick-4.html' title='F4 - THE LAME FANTASICK 4'/><author><name>leetahsar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13455045338484770160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFLiV2a8wG8/Sa1CDA7oxpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/RZ95D6kR4xI/S220/cutepiggy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
