<?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-3946193366912938892</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:28:58.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Spartan Ducky's life!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Believe in the ducks. Let them pee.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-7985011991240621896</id><published>2010-04-12T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:24:57.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STILL NOT POSTING. 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SPAMMING !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-7985011991240621896?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7985011991240621896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=7985011991240621896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/7985011991240621896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/7985011991240621896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-not-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-3867686867801540952</id><published>2010-03-18T04:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T04:03:35.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW NEVER POST FOR AGES... still not gonna post. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-3867686867801540952?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3867686867801540952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=3867686867801540952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/3867686867801540952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/3867686867801540952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow-never-post-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-1271563713664320324</id><published>2010-01-27T05:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T05:43:01.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For fun!</title><content type='html'>This blog is dead. LOL! Ahh just wanted to post smth. But nth. See how tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-1271563713664320324?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/1271563713664320324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=1271563713664320324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/1271563713664320324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/1271563713664320324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-fun.html' title='For fun!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-4426202196079742131</id><published>2009-11-06T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:22:19.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>Haha my birthday is coming... can't wait. However, I already have invited some friends. Sorry for those I never invited.... the food is limited. I'm catering Indian Foods which looks yummy in the outside and so as the inside :P.  Also, I'm hoping to get lots of presents which doubt. Well. I LOVE ALL MY FRIENDS DESPITE THE GENDER, RACE, RELIGION AND LOOKS. Thanks for being my friend. Without friends, I think I will not be a happy boy I am today. Well.... Now just can't wait for my precious 14th Birthday... REMEMBER... SPARTAN DUCKY IS TURNING 14 YEARS OLD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also OMG next year I will be wearing Long Pants... OMFG... oh in facebook... huihui, 4k in teeth, can't imagine that anyone would care. You are the first so... thanks :D  That's all I have to say, I'm going to bed... PEACE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-4426202196079742131?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4426202196079742131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=4426202196079742131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/4426202196079742131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/4426202196079742131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-7374835417328790084</id><published>2009-10-15T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T01:42:41.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>LOL everyone just wanted to say sorry for not posting ):  The exams just finished earlier today. DnT sucks! Erm.... nothing much to say! Oh yes. I got a new gay blue bike. Well It was my sister then I had to use it. Mysister to short for that bike. The bike that i bought for zheng bin then give her. Cry la.... then i bought new pedal .... $12.ok. Now the sad part, wait for it.........&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON, THE KING OF POP, PASSED AWAY. Let's take a minute of silence in respect. .............1 minute later, he was a great musician and loving father. And he is definitely not a pervert, u fucking liers. He did not molest that boy. He was gone on 25 June 2009. 29August1958-25June2009.  Although he had plastic surgery 3 times... he was still handsome in the end, thats what i think. His nose dropped however.He died of Acute Propofol Intoxication. Also there was Demerol found in him, another anaesthetic used in hospital. His case was verdicted as homicide and the accused is Dr.Conrad Murray. He injected the drugs into the king of pop.  Another sad thing is the earthquake in sumatra, tsunamis in samoa and the typhoon ketsana and the other storm. Many people have died overall. We&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-7374835417328790084?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7374835417328790084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=7374835417328790084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/7374835417328790084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/7374835417328790084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-8347838983774342264</id><published>2009-06-23T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:10:48.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to cousin's.</title><content type='html'>Well hi, today i went to my cousin's house. it was about 2.30pm when I left and I came back at around 8.00pm. I came back when Red Thread started. Red Thread and Fighting Spiders are my savourite drama series currently. Well I went to their house to play PlayStation 3. I played GTA IV and apparently I had sex with someone in the car in the game. It was like OMG. And so I kicked her and took out a shotgun and blast her body into pieces. It was so cool. Also, I went to a stripper's club. And OMG that was like I was watching and literally playing porn.  BTW, the person I had sex with in the car was fat. So it wasn't a pleasant sight. But she wasn't very fat. She had big legs. But she was still sexy. And so she died in the end. This week Fighting Spiders was damn nice. I think it's the best so far. Red Thread was ok. Good Luck to Li-Ann. I hope she dosen't kill Robert Leong, that fucking bastard. Ok that's about it. Oh ya I also played guitar hero II which rocked. I was like playing a actual guitar. It was so fun. I ate Maggi Mee at his house. Not bad. And his house got a lot of birds which enters from the kitchen window. Very... strange.Ok that's all. Bye my valuable friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Spartan Ducky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-8347838983774342264?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8347838983774342264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=8347838983774342264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/8347838983774342264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/8347838983774342264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2009/06/visit-to-cousins.html' title='A visit to cousin&apos;s.'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-8615205541550252395</id><published>2009-06-20T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T03:02:31.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LoL I don't know why I want to post so much XD... but... the pain in my gums have stopped thankfully. This Monday I'll be going to my cousin's house most probably... you guys know Jason, right ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna go his house, play PS3, eat, and maybe  talk to his parents... like a chatting session. Never seen them before, in fact, the last time I saw them was when I was a baby. Seriously -.-. Well my life is tragic XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Zafir maybe will come to my house for a project. The board game. BTW, I haven't started on my homework. Many of you have finished however, I really have no mood to finish up the stupid homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all. Anything please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Spartan Ducky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-8615205541550252395?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8615205541550252395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=8615205541550252395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/8615205541550252395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/8615205541550252395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2009/06/lol-i-dont-know-why-i-want-to-post-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-5386976590021526280</id><published>2009-06-19T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:34:38.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long postage. D:</title><content type='html'>I know I never post for very long. And so, I apologise. I have been hooked to the games (: I'm dedicating this post to 4 of my teeth that have to be extracted so that the braces would be a success. By the way, I'm gonna get braces :D  Also currently there are 8 pieces of rubber bands in my mouth. It's painful and in a week's time., I'm gonna put on metal bands. And the next week, on 1stJune, it's the time for the metal braces :D However, I may have NPCC. That's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just gotten back my dumbbell from my beloved cousin, Jason. He is now in National Service and he is training so I lend my dumb-bells to him. Now, it's my turn to work-out :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently selling my GTA IV to anyone who is interested. If you are, please call me or email me. For those who are in the stone age, my email is &lt;a href="mailto:the_bubble_gummer@hotmail.com"&gt;the_bubble_gummer@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; ok ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. Oh yea, now, I'm gonna talk about my outing with my class. We all went to the PasirRis Park for wonderful BBQ. I rented bicycles and a good news, I can ride a bike now. Last time, I had no courage and skill to ride a bike. Hoever, I thanks Jia Shen, Peck Kun and most importantly Zheng Bin for teaching me to ride the bike. Sorry for the time. I know you guys were impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I ride with Kim Yen, Lynn, Chea Yie, Jin Yi and Adeline. Jia Shen and Peck Kun followed.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, Wesley and Quan Bo ride too. If I'm not wrong, later that day, Kelly, HuiHui, Zile, Dong Xuan and the rest rented bikes too. And the only person who rented the roller skates are Zheng Bin. He fell 23 times. Landing on the lower body... aka. the BUTT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Jin Yi, Zi Le, Yan Ting, Ho Ching* and Zheng Bin* helped Mr. Goh in the BBQ.  * stands for the most effort put in. Hui Hui and Kelly helped too :D It's a long story how I came there... I took Zheng Bin's father's car :D His car rocks!!! And we took the car with Ho Ching. Then, we stopped at my house cause I needed to change. And ZB's father wanted to eat. So later we went all the way to Pasir Ris and we parked at the wrong spot. First we went to the pet farm. Then we went to CarPark D which was wrong so we went CarPark E then again wrong and finally the smart ZB's father when to CarPark C and we slowly start to tidy up all the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, me and Zheng Bin walked at the beach together like a couple :D and Ho Ching went to fish.  Later, I rented the bikes. And the first person to come is Si Qian :D Later, Lynn, Peck Kun and Jia Shen came together. And next I forgot liao.Then when we started the fire, we lost a whole box of matches as the wind was too strong and kept blowing off the fire. And so,Mr. Goh came to the rescue. In the end, we manage to start the fire. And we started cooking the chicken. Then, I ate a lot of satay, chicken and fish. And then we played with fire =X. Zi Le threw the lighters and it literally exploded. Then Wesley put the lighters in a fire. And it exploded with fire and sparks. I got shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we went back after being made fun of by the older teenagers beside our pit. One girl said she liked me and I got pissed. I mean I already like someone else and someone tries to make fun of me. I wanted to whack her face but there were elder boys there too. And so me ZB and HC when back home in the same car again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleepy on the trip back. And we listened to nice songs... in the radio. Then Ho Ching was talking to me about Planet X which scared me. It's gonna hit earth and there will be mega tsunamis on every coast. Volcano will erupt beneath us. Tornados, Earthquakes and Hurricanes will hit the Earth and 90% of mankind would be either dead or dying. We would see dead bodies everywhere if we are still alive. Check it out in youtube. It's scary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen 21st Dec 2012. I hope it's just a myth. Not a fact. I don't want to die. I want to have kids, I want to work, I want to go NS... I want to do all the things that I can't do as a kid. Let's all pray that nothing will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Spartan Ducky :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-5386976590021526280?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/5386976590021526280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=5386976590021526280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/5386976590021526280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/5386976590021526280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-postage-d.html' title='Long postage. D:'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-4460899859309071170</id><published>2009-02-17T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:28:21.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money face.</title><content type='html'>A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?"&lt;br /&gt;Hands started going up.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this." He proceeded to crumple the dollar bill up.&lt;br /&gt;He then asked, "Who still wants it?"&lt;br /&gt;Still the hands were up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;"Well," he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.&lt;br /&gt;He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty. "Now who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air.&lt;br /&gt;"My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-4460899859309071170?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4460899859309071170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=4460899859309071170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/4460899859309071170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/4460899859309071170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2009/02/money-face.html' title='Money face.'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-3067114167676151078</id><published>2009-02-17T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:25:51.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Life Story.</title><content type='html'>A young man was getting ready to graduate college. For      many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's      showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.      As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited      signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning  of his graduation his father called him into his private   study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and  told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful   wrapped gift box.      Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man      opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible. Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, "With all your money you give  me  a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book.      Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business.      He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his      father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had   not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make      arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had      passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed   to come home immediately and take care things. When he arrived at  his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart.      He began to search his father's important papers and      saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears,  he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he read those   words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. It  had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports  car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation,      and the words...PAID IN FULL.      How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not      packaged as we expected?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-3067114167676151078?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3067114167676151078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=3067114167676151078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/3067114167676151078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/3067114167676151078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2009/02/touching-life-story.html' title='Touching Life Story.'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-109825091388820581</id><published>2009-02-17T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:24:15.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before.&lt;br /&gt;Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.&lt;br /&gt;Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.&lt;br /&gt;The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.&lt;br /&gt;"We told them so.""Crazy men and their crazy dreams.""It`s foolish to chase wild visions."&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.&lt;br /&gt;He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;He touched his wife's arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.&lt;br /&gt;For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife's arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man's indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-109825091388820581?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/109825091388820581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=109825091388820581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/109825091388820581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/109825091388820581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2009/02/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-9125807171362365571</id><published>2009-02-17T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:23:22.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."&lt;br /&gt;"There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-9125807171362365571?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/9125807171362365571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=9125807171362365571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/9125807171362365571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/9125807171362365571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-5470396362745722502</id><published>2009-02-03T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:26:31.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier Front</title><content type='html'>As I won't be posting often, Im gonna post another thing. It's about the 2nd best game ever made. SOLDIER FRONT!!! It's a game for me to own you all. So please people download the ijjiAutoInstaller. Then download the game, Soldier Front. There's no updates at the moment. After you download, choose your main weapons.I suggest M4 or Psg-1. Buy your grenades. Next play with me and do not cry while I own you. By the way, if you play with me, you may not like it as I own quickly. SO WHAT YOU WAITING FOR, DOWNLOAD NOW!!! YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ijji.com/"&gt;www.ijji.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sfront.ijji.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-5470396362745722502?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/5470396362745722502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=5470396362745722502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/5470396362745722502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/5470396362745722502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2009/02/soldier-front.html' title='Soldier Front'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-9066165726804317728</id><published>2009-02-03T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:08:55.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary 6 camp</title><content type='html'>Ok firstly, Im sorry that I never post for very long... bored. This is my best camp ever. It was with my classmates. We went to Malaysia. Taman Negara to be exact. It was on.... I FORGOT...&lt;br /&gt;4 day camp. First day, we took bus to Malaysia. Not much on that day. We ae fried brinjal, beans and peas. 2nd day, we had abseiling, rock climbing, and cave exploring. There were a lot of bats around... and the worst... when LEECHES ATTACK... and frogs. There was one time when a leech was in my YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW.... It was ticklish... and LOL! I was like GET THE HELL OFF, GAY! And it continue so I had to use hot water and pour on it. It hurt and I know where my body priority would be now.Go to my friendster to see a picture of what I ate...&lt;br /&gt;Netx day, There was mountain climbing and canopy walk... FUN! I suggest of you go to Taman Negara for canopy walk... it's very fun but scary. If you fall, have a nice day. They may not even find you, if you fall. Anyway... there was a frog that ended up on my head... I dun noe why but the instructor said it's scared and it trust me as I have not scared it. So cute. Sadly, couldn't bring it home...TT BTW we slept in the cave. The next day we went to the chalet and slept there for a few hours... we played too... and we also encountered bees... all the boys when out to fight. The girls shouted scared in the rooms.... So we fought by throwing everything we found... we even throw chairs and tables... that was the Biology War 1. Many living things died. Many mens injured. I survived but was stung on leg twice. Pain but not poisonous sting...Then we came home, one of the other guys smuggled bubble gum into Singapore. I later learned that the detector wasn't so strong. I paid him and he gave me the whole stick of gum. So I ate it all on the way home. That was the best camp of my life. Thank you and remember your body priority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-9066165726804317728?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/9066165726804317728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=9066165726804317728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/9066165726804317728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/9066165726804317728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2009/02/primary-6-camp.html' title='Primary 6 camp'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-2531661575302975373</id><published>2008-11-21T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:07:05.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nixon, my friend</title><content type='html'>Latest announcement about Nixon. He is transferring school. He will most probably not come to OPSS for the first day of school... so... one of my friends will have to be forgotten!!! I will miss him as much as some of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-2531661575302975373?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/2531661575302975373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=2531661575302975373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/2531661575302975373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/2531661575302975373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/11/nixon-my-friend.html' title='Nixon, my friend'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-3096288694306980074</id><published>2008-11-19T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:28:10.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Npcc Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It started on 15Nov. The funnest camp I ever had. First we had a flag raising ceremony. Then we gathered to our groups. My group was Rangers while my brother's group was Ahead, my allies. The other two groups were Little Giants and Ben 10. Nice names. Our first game was Polar Bear. I was the first- aider. I healed myself. Very selfish lols. Then we had lunch. We had to cook our own food. I ate maggi mee, chicken curry and baked beans. For dessert, I had pineapple cubes with syrup. After that, we had a sing- along session hosted by Xing Xia ma'am. Quite fun. My favourite was the Dummy thingy.  Then we had dinner. I ate about the same thing as lunch. Cooked by me. After that, there was the nightwalk at Yishun Park. I was scared at first but later got the hang of it. When we came back, we were all tired and went to sleep. The next day, we woke up at about 6pm. We then had PT- physical training hosted by Shahril sir. BTW, my group facalitators are Siling ma'am, Shahril sir, Sheila ma'am Dhiyva ma'am and Yee Suan ma'am, I think. And I also think Where's the peanut? is a fun game. Try it sometimes. After PT, we had some games and then we ate breakfast. Breakfast was a normal bread, jam and milo. I ate like 3 slice and still wanted more. Then we had sing- along. After that we had some cheer competition before we ate lunch. Lunch was prawns and fish with rice. Not bad for a camp. Then we had 3 mock campfires. Took about the whole day before we had somemore games. By then our CIs and SNCOs came. Ronald sir and Xiang Ting ma'am were very funny... especially Xiang Ting ma'am. Then we had dinner which was rendang, potato and eggs. I thought it was the best meal I had for the week. Then it was our campfire. It was all going well until 1 noob from the block near by shouted, "Shut up or I call police". That made us all mad then we all sang louder. That was the last of him. After the whole thing, we went to sleep but I woke up at 3 am for night sentry duty.Then I got ready for PT as it was 6.30am. After Pt, we played Squirrel forest hunter... then Simon says. After... the worst thing happened. Someone fainted... A girl...Byana. She fell but was aided by NCOs. After that we ate breakfast... same as the day before. Then it was our area cleaning. I cleaned the hall. But my brother sial... kenna clean campfire. Later... we had flag lowering then it was the end of the fun camp. I thought it was the second funnest camp. The first funnest camp I will tell in another story for now. Bye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-3096288694306980074?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3096288694306980074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=3096288694306980074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/3096288694306980074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/3096288694306980074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/11/npcc-camp.html' title='Npcc Camp'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-8843297611704512695</id><published>2008-11-19T00:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:18:57.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>Firstly I would say that Im 13... and thanks to all those who came for my birthday...i appreciate it... also... Amalina, Qing Wei and Linan for counting down to my birthday!!! My birthday was like a normal birthday but Anhar, Ho ching and my cousins came. One of them was Keefe... he is Primary 4... he came at 2.59pm or 3pm and we had fun, i guess... We ate mutton, chicken and prawns. All sambal and curries... Obviously there were potatoes! My birthday cake had fruits in it and chocolates. Delicious!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-8843297611704512695?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/8843297611704512695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=8843297611704512695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/8843297611704512695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/8843297611704512695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-5538755437004813351</id><published>2008-09-27T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T03:05:19.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 Race.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Hi! Do you know what is F1? It is Formula 1 and it's a very very very very fast racing car. The speed can go as high as 400+ mph. Singapore, my homeland, is holding the first ever F1 night race in Singapore. The sponsors are SingTel, Johnny Walker, and more. I am a great fan of the driver, Lewis Hamilton. Hamilton looks like my twin brother, Dennis. xD! Maybe he'll grow up and be like Lewis, a living legend. This night race is being held at the Marina Bay area. Close to my father's workplace. My father will be able to see and hear the F1 race. He'll most likely record on his handphone and show it on my LCD TV. He has the cable. I heard Lewis is a young driver and there are 20 other drivers in the race. I am hoping Lewis Hamilton. If you too like Lewis.... I dun fucking care dude. The race is at Sunday 8pm, I think. Can't wait for the race. F1 rocks.Bye for now. I got a neck-ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-5538755437004813351?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/5538755437004813351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=5538755437004813351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/5538755437004813351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/5538755437004813351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/09/f1-race.html' title='F1 Race.'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-3336741561105344014</id><published>2008-09-27T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T02:56:35.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag Day and EOY Exams</title><content type='html'>Hi! I am proud to say I was involved in a flag day. My group consist of Kevin, Dennis and me. There's another person but I don't care about him. He's a complete jerkhole who sucks cocks!!! IHATEHIMSOMUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, it was fun. We went around Choa Chu Kang to collect donations and found out that the people there are not so generous though there were a lot who gave some money... The most I collected was $10. I won this cool set of headphones but people don't believe it. What's the matter? Can't I win it. It was said that we would have won a pair if we got a high donation amount in our collection bag. I also got a nice collar pin. It was very nice. We collected money at the interchange. When the bus came, we quickly rush and ask for donations. It was actually the wrong thing as like 4 hours later, the bus driver came and advise us to not do it...it would irritate the locals there. Instead we went to another location and collected more money. We were asked by Orchid Park NPCC unit to go there and ask for donation. The company is also quite kind. The time was from 9am in the morning to 6pm in the evening and I was bushed when I came back home. After the donations, we went to Causeway Point at Woodlands for some windowshopping. I bought a game there named Sacrifice. It's a cool game. Actually I wanted to buy the game First to Fight but no T_T -------DON'T HAVE!!!!!!!!------------Well, anyway it was one of the most funnest days I had in my life and I'll happily go for the following year which is in my Sec 2. Also it's the start of the end of year examination. I have gone through the Art, English and Mother Tongue examinations but the rest are to wait. I can't wait. During exams, we can go home earlier than school days. For Art, I went home at 1pm while for English and Mother Tongue, I went at 12.30pm, earlier than Art.... Wish me luck for the exams and I AM WISHING GOOD LUCK TO ALL MY FRIENDS THERE, INCLUDING NIXON. I KNOW WE HAD A FIGHT BUT IM SORRY T_T. We are still friends, right? Always yeah!!!! Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-3336741561105344014?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3336741561105344014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=3336741561105344014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/3336741561105344014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/3336741561105344014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/09/flag-day-and-eoy-exams.html' title='Flag Day and EOY Exams'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-3932973810738881985</id><published>2008-08-22T04:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T04:24:44.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Caning and class...</title><content type='html'>Hi, today there was a public caning of 5 boys. what they did wrong was they used their handphone to shoot a video as they do their stunt on a person's car! Luckily, it was handled by the school or else they may be in boy's home and even transferred to jail after 18 years old.. this incident reminded me of the time my "friend" Quanbo got caning in front of the class. It was really bad! And next week, My friend Paul will also be whacked in front of the class. I hope they will be ok! The caner Mr. Paul Tan has a new way of whacking. Instead of just whacking, he gain speed by using the criss-cross method so the sound was quite loud. Mr. Tan is quite a decent teacher. He's personality is like Anhar, if you remember who. He is very quiet and talks only when needed. Very disciplined, right? Coughs...... I gotta go take my medicine.....sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-3932973810738881985?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/3932973810738881985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=3932973810738881985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/3932973810738881985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/3932973810738881985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/08/public-caning-and-class.html' title='Public Caning and class...'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-6756314746487145525</id><published>2008-07-31T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:57:57.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mouth Ulcer and something else....</title><content type='html'>Yo again, im happy that that f*** mouth ulcer is damn gone! I hurt me badly but not funnily though it's gone.... another problem!!! DIARROEHA! Though I have recovered from it. I got a medical certificate from the doctor for 2 days off! The first day was the harsh part but the second day was like a truancy day as I was already OK but I wanted to take the day to rest! I played the computer nearly the whole day and ate good food! My parents went to work and so I was alone with my brother who at that time got a high fever which was measured, 38.6 degrees celsius. It may not be high to you but he was really sick and I thought he may even needed to be admitted to the hospital. OR NOT! Lol! Ok it wasn't that serious. But this reminds me of the time my brother got a food poisoning from eating duck rice and he was admitted to the hospital for nearly one week. The bills was coming to $3000.(No spelling error) He also needed the drips which was some kind of thing yellowish but it is actually sodium chloride....salt! The hospital he was in was the famous Kandang Kerbau Hospital.(KKH) This happened last year during the preliminary examinations. This incident also reminds me of the time I broke my arm and got a cast. The cast was so itchy that I actually cut it of to scratch.While cutting off, I found out that my hand had recovered. LOL! Believe that...... So now... BYE BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-6756314746487145525?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/6756314746487145525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=6756314746487145525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/6756314746487145525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/6756314746487145525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/07/mouth-ulcer-and-something-else.html' title='The Mouth Ulcer and something else....'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-6794306254182978263</id><published>2008-07-26T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:11:05.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a damn mouth ulcer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr;"&gt;Hi...ouch! Erm... sorry about that i got a mouth ulcer! Very pain 1 ! That's all! OWWWW! For now. Updates on that.... ow.... mouth ulcer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A painful goodbye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar ..... ow .... ren &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-6794306254182978263?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/6794306254182978263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=6794306254182978263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/6794306254182978263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/6794306254182978263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-damn-mouth-ulcer.html' title='I got a damn mouth ulcer!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-4579582505609387275</id><published>2008-07-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:22:07.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NPCC Re-test results</title><content type='html'>Hi there again,&lt;div&gt; I am excited to tell you that I passed my re-test! My examiner, Xiang Ting ma'am. Now I am a Lance Corporal! So for those who mess with me arh! WATCH OUT BITCH! So erm..... for now Byebye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-4579582505609387275?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4579582505609387275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=4579582505609387275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/4579582505609387275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/4579582505609387275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/07/npcc-re-test-results.html' title='NPCC Re-test results'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-188287943917042942</id><published>2008-07-21T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T02:05:49.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My re-test pre-information!</title><content type='html'>Well, hi i guess! Erm.... today, ill be talking about the informations of my re-test. My examiner is girl, luckily! At first, I thought it was a boy named Ronald sir. Coz he always shout at my squad and I tend to not like him. But I think it's also because of my squad's attitude so I would not put all the blame on the Cadet Inspector. By the way, the ranks of the National Police Cadet Corps are.... firstly Private, Lance Corporal, Corporal, Sergeant, Staff Sergeant, Station Inspector, Cadet Inspector and lastly Senior Cadet Inspector but actually, there are more like DSP and ASP and many many more so I can't tell you all. So for now Bye bye and ill also tell you whether I pass or fail this test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-188287943917042942?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/188287943917042942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=188287943917042942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/188287943917042942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/188287943917042942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-re-test-pre-information.html' title='My re-test pre-information!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-75103504585446036</id><published>2008-07-20T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:51:32.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My gaming clan.</title><content type='html'>Hi again, today while I was playing my first to fight I just forgot to blog about my clan. The name of my clan is Spartans while my codename is 195spartan sgt...or well, was! Today I got promoted by the Spartan's leader, 117Spartan LDR who's real name is Ryan. I was so happy! I got prmoted from Sgt. to Lt.!!!! My leader says that I am one of the most loyal Spartan troops in the clan. Well, I am a good friend of my leader, 117! He lives in Australia, I think but is from New Zealand. And for his e-mail is ............... I can't tell! So for those First to fight players, plz tell me and even look-out for me.... 195Spartan Lt  because I may try to slot you into Spartans! By the way, Spartans means elite warriors. And Spartans are from the movie "300" if you watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-75103504585446036?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/75103504585446036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=75103504585446036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/75103504585446036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/75103504585446036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-gaming-clan.html' title='My gaming clan.'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-4980385050324009636</id><published>2008-07-19T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T07:27:27.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NPCC Promotion test</title><content type='html'>Hi again. I'm really sad as i failed my NPCC test..... but luckily,they let me have a re-test and ive promised my senior- Say Lee maam that ill pass!!!! Wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-4980385050324009636?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4980385050324009636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=4980385050324009636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/4980385050324009636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/4980385050324009636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/07/npcc-promotion-test.html' title='NPCC Promotion test'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-7212554594639852671</id><published>2008-07-16T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:52:31.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My CCA!!!</title><content type='html'>OK OK! Hi again, today i'll talk about my cca. Its about the special activities you take after school and it can last up to the whole day...like mine! Mine is the National Police Cadet Corps or AKA....NPCC. Its really about police, as the name suggests. We learn the commands and drills of the police. Besides that, we learn campcraft or rather, learn about knots. I have learn knots like figure of eight;thumb knot;reef knot;fisherman knot;clove hitch;manharness and much more. My so called NCOs( instructors) are Wilson sir,Kai Sheng sir,Josephine ma'am,Xing Xia ma'am and some others.... My Cadet Inspectors are Lokman sir some others I forgot the name.LOL! erm...... what else?My rank now is Private but I am going to be promoted to Lance Corporal next week.More updates later. And I'll talk more about the NPCC thing tomorrow. I'm bushed! GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-7212554594639852671?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7212554594639852671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=7212554594639852671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/7212554594639852671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/7212554594639852671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-cca.html' title='My CCA!!!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-9112576314763317968</id><published>2008-07-15T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:43:06.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WWE Wrestlers!</title><content type='html'>Hi again,let me ask something. Do you know who is..lets say the easiest, The Undertaker? Well, he is one of my favourite wrestlers. In fact,there are some who I think are better than him. I am a great fan of John Cena! He's signature moves are FU and STFU. For The Undertaker, he's signature move is Chokeslam,he's suppension move is The Chokehold or rather, The Gogoplata, and his finisher move is The Tombstone!!! My favourite is The Chokehold or rather the Gogoplata! He did it to Edge during Backlash and he was bleeding like hell. In fact, he needed medical attention after the match and was taken to the first aid room where he was treated and he managed to recover. Edge loves Vicky Guerrero which looks like a pig! I mean come on.... For Rey Mysterio, another of my favourite, his signature move is the most popular 619! You should see it, the turning is the best part and the impact is a solid BANG! Another of my favourite wrestler, who sadly past away... is Eddie Guerrero! He is the creator of the Frogsplash!Jeff Hardy is also a very sporting wrestler and he does all kinds of move which requires him to jump and high risk on the top rope! My favourite of his move is the swantonbomb! To me, I hate the Randy Orton who is a complete jerk! He does the RKO but he is scared of The Undertaker...LOL! At first, I thought that The Undertaker was quite satanic..but after that, I knew that it was the WWE crew helping out. His parents died when The Undertaker was very young! Very very sad! That's all for now. Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-9112576314763317968?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/9112576314763317968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=9112576314763317968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/9112576314763317968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/9112576314763317968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/07/wwe-royal-rumble.html' title='WWE Wrestlers!'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-4976817742718989375</id><published>2008-07-15T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:45:55.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Hi once again,today,i'll talk about school.I am just your normal school boy who goes to school but sometimes,it's just more than that. Say example, I am actually the class's mediatech coordinator. I am in charge of all medatech equipments so if it's lost.....it's gonna be a funeral for me! LOL! Just kidding. But, i may be unfortunate enough to actually pay for he lost items.My teachers are kind but sometimes they scold our class for we are noisy and sometimes.......drumroll!!!........ PUNISHMENTS!LOL but seriously! That's about all. I also always wanted to be a councillor but got no chance.....sad like hell LOL! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-4976817742718989375?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/4976817742718989375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=4976817742718989375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/4976817742718989375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/4976817742718989375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/07/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-7745554293959810523</id><published>2008-07-12T04:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T04:19:50.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game:Close Combat:First to Fight</title><content type='html'>Hi again everybody.Now,I will be promoting a PC Game called First to fight. It's a good game and for me, it is addictive! I play for long hours and can't stop. The maps are El Karantina, La Sagesse, American University Beirut, Le'toile, Forn Ech Chebbek and lastly Grand Serail. The different leaders we have to assasinate are Tarik Qadan,Kadan,Akhbar Al'Soud,General Badr,and another one i forgot. LOL!Well, its a shooting game meant for a training tool for The United States Marines. It's an expensove game but it's an 5-star from me!!! So,go buy it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-7745554293959810523?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/7745554293959810523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=7745554293959810523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/7745554293959810523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/7745554293959810523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/07/gameclose-combatfirst-to-fight.html' title='The Game:Close Combat:First to Fight'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3946193366912938892.post-1936423951555868689</id><published>2008-07-12T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:05:10.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Since this is my first post. I would like to thank my friends for introducing blogger to me. I had a blog once but i lost the password. How funny! And the worse part is that they can't find the password for me. But it dosen't matter! Next, I am a boy and my age..... well I can't tell.Well, if you say so, I'm 12! Young for blog, right?My birthday is comin' soon.It's in November. I have just been transferred into a new school and have been rapidly making new friends. Most of them are boys. One or two is a girl, of course! Go to my old website, &lt;a href="http://www.the-bubble-gummer.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.the-bubble-gummer.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you! Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3946193366912938892-1936423951555868689?l=spartanducky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/feeds/1936423951555868689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3946193366912938892&amp;postID=1936423951555868689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/1936423951555868689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3946193366912938892/posts/default/1936423951555868689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spartanducky.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Darren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15922319024764764072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
