“Attack of the Teen Spamrz”

Hello everyone. This is our second installment in the Spam Wars series. This episode is from the point of view of a teenage spammer on a facebook application’s discussion board. Please read and enjoy! The translation is the second half of the post, btw. I’m not even going to go into how hard it was to type.

hi! im 12 yrs old n a femle! i luv my spp pet and i luv 2 go 2 teh spp pet frum! i also luv 2 pst clik me 2 get coins!!?1 i sre luv gettn coins.so does my pett. hez kewt. i luv gettin coins so mch dat i wll post 10 tmes in a row! wen i get mre coins im hppy…

ill tell u wut hppned teh odder dy. i wuz psting lyk i usullay do n someon treathned 2 rport me. %&(^*(& stpid prson &*%&( tey dun no wut teyr takkin bout!1 teh nxt day, i found lots of my coins gne.i gt angryy n cmplained. 1 of teh so clled embessadoors came n told me y. but i coodnt unnerstnd her wrds. tey were 2 hrd 4 me.

honestly wut iz rong wit ppl sometims?? tey, lyk, need a lif. tis forum iz 4 cliks and tings.

c u rund! i will nxt b postin up snpyshoots of my habi, 15 tyms in a rw!!!

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Hi! I’m 12 years old and a female! I love my superpoke pet, and I love to go to the superpoke pet forum! I also love to post “click me” to get coins! I sure love getting coins. So does my pet. He’s cute. I love getting coins so much that I will post it 10 times in a row! When I get more coins, I’m happy.

I’ll tell you what happened the other day. I was posting like I usually do, and someone threatened to report me. ^&R%^&* stupid person!!! $^*(&!!! They don’t know what they’re talking about! The next day, I found a lot of my coins gone. I got angry and complained. One of the so called ambassadors came and told me why. But I couldn’t understand her words. They were too hard for me.

Honestly, what’s wrong with people sometimes?? They, like, need a life! This forum is for clicks and things.

See you around! I will next be posting up snappyshots of my habitat, 15 times in a row!!!



Moral? Learn to read. It helps.

I had a strange conversation with a friend of mine one night.
Me: I can’t believe I’m almost ___.
Her: Oh wait. That means I’m 11 years older than you.
Me: Yeah.
Her: I feel so OLD.
Me: haha
Her: I’m SERIOUS!!!
Me: … huh?
Her: I should be having babies by now!
Me: I don’t think you need to worry… a lot of people in our church are having babies later
Her: Abby, it’s not like people can have babies whenever they want to!!!
Me: … what?
Her: Whatever did you learn in biology??
Me: Yeah… what did I learn?

Gotta love those weird conversations.

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“Some people fail more than others.”

Is the above statement true or false?

Or both?

One of my good friends said this to me tonight. She was depressed because of something that had happened. Because… well, because of life and the struggles that come it. She was saying to me that she was a failure. I told her, “We all fail sometimes.”

She replied, “True. Everyone fails. But some people fail more than others, and they carry the biggest consequences.”

I thought about that for a while. My first instinct was to call it out as crap. (Not her, it). I felt that she was saying that she was THE person who was a worse failure than anyone else. Which of course is absurd (you’d see if you knew her). But… maybe she’s right. Just not in the way she thinks.

I believe that all of us fail. Big AND small. Everyone fails in both things. The ways people fail are different for everyone, because everyone is unique. (Great. We fail in unique ways). What you see as failure may not feel like failure to one person. What one person sees as the ultimate “fail” may not be your idea of true failure.

So really, you can’t say that you’re a bigger failure than anyone else. Even though your heart tells you that. No one here has the right to judge whether you’re a bigger failure than them or not. Only God can judge. And I feel that he’s more forgiving than the people around us, or ourselves…

However there is something known as ultimate failure. When you refuse to acknowledge your mistakes, refuse to love those around you, refuse to show compassion, refuse to listen to the people who care about you and see where you’re headed, and refuse to do the right thing when you know it’s the right thing, and die without even trying… when you refuse to do all those things and come to the end of your life without even learning to care for other people… then you have indeed failed.

It’s never too late - until you die.

Before that, you have every chance to.

Peace out.

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The Care and Feeding of Bonsai Trees - blog entry by me

This is my newest bloggie.

My birthday is approaching. All of a sudden I'm thinking of all the stuff I've done this past year... and all the stuff I HAVEN'T done. All the ways I've grown, and all the reminders that I still have far to go.

For all my high school years (which weren't that many) I've held very high standards for myself. I always had to get good grades - all A's - or I wouldn't be happy with myself. I had to be good at a lot of things. For instance, I had to be good in piano. I had to be good at singing. I had to.... well, let's just say I had to be really really good at something otherwise I'd beat myself up mentally for a couple of months.

There were a few things that I let slide. I haven't always been the neatest person. If my desk isn't neat, it's not going to kill me; so why bother? Similarly; if my bed isn't made, it's not going to kill me either.

But all the other stuff. I don't know why I pushed myself so hard. In my responsibilities as one of the leaders of my youth group. The emails had to be sent out on time. I had to keep in touch with people. I had to stay on top of things. Sure, people would be mad if I didn't do what I was supposed to on time, but it wasn't only that that drove me.

I wanted to help others to the best of my abilities. I really did. I also knew how frustrating it felt to be waiting for an email and not get it. But face it: I wasn't the only leader in my fellowship. There were other people who COULD do what I did. There are other people who CAN do what I am doing. Even though they don't. Sure the pastor of my church would be mad at me and hold me personally responsible if I didn't turn out a project on time. Or if I didn't do it "well enough", however that is defined.

So why did I push myself so hard? Why DO I push myself so hard, even now?

I don't think that it's because there aren't other people who can do what I do. I don't think that it's because I myself personally know how it feels to be waiting for something that didn't come on time. I don't think it's because I'm afraid of my pastor's anger. I do not for a moment believe that it's because God would be angry at me.

I think it's because I feel so inadequate. I'm afraid of not being enough.

I need to stop pushing myself hard. I need to learn how to breath again. To be still and know that God is God... I need to stop MAKING myself so busy with church and life and schoolwork and just LIVE again. Breath. Maybe I never knew what it was to live. Maybe ... I do know what it is to live. If I don't, then I'm going to learn.

I need to get back in flow with that Music again.

Peace out.

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