<?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-5172727532829788375</id><updated>2012-02-05T18:34:15.585+08:00</updated><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Diary'/><category term='Declaration'/><category term='Frustration'/><category term='The Word'/><category term='i love dragonica'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='Movie'/><title type='text'>†Down2eartH†</title><subtitle type='html'>They say blogs are like diaries. Well, i'ved failed writing diaries, let's try blogs - a public diary. (:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172727532829788375.post-2035489541840529799</id><published>2009-08-26T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:33:59.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love dragonica'/><title type='text'>I LOVE DRAGONICA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/SpSQqucednI/AAAAAAAAAh0/LejRtjebDeE/s1600-h/profilepicmage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/SpSQo3qzJWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/DjRXlOGg3kY/s400/profilepiclavalon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374079287172474210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME N JOIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-2035489541840529799?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2035489541840529799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=2035489541840529799' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2035489541840529799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2035489541840529799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-dragonica.html' title='I LOVE DRAGONICA!'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/SpSQqucednI/AAAAAAAAAh0/LejRtjebDeE/s72-c/profilepicmage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172727532829788375.post-6907166326843667831</id><published>2008-09-07T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:35:54.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Argument"</title><content type='html'>"Argument" is not such a bad word. Don't be too upset when I said you guys argued. =)&lt;br /&gt;Merriam-Webster dictionary: Argument - &lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a reason given in proof or rebuttal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; discourse intended to persuade. From the translation, looks like argument can mean trying to clarify things through a dialogue; written or verbal. Not so bad right?... and not so... twisted... I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, my main concern is more to our classmate's relationship with one another, not really the argument in blogs thing. Because argument in blogs are mostly the cause of misunderstanding. And this misunderstanding is very common because people tend to indirectly pose the post to someone without the name written there. So people start drawing conclusions and all... and this misunderstanding can hurt people. Which is a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever, enough said. For those of you that joined, tmr's the first day we can trade! All the best people! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-6907166326843667831?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/6907166326843667831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=6907166326843667831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6907166326843667831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6907166326843667831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2008/09/argument.html' title='&quot;Argument&quot;'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-2788461598504276720</id><published>2008-09-05T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T04:13:37.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>What a blunt post?!</title><content type='html'>Well well well, whaddaya know? Blogging is ON again! Hmmm… perhaps it never died in the first place… sometimes people are just… absent…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, it’s pretty sad seeing my classmates arguing in blogs… and having problems with each other in real life… Perhaps it’s pretty common, but I never saw this coming from my sweet-loving class of C185; at least I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh… I was too ignorant and unaware of things happening around me. Glad that I had a chance to chat to one of my buddy in class and got updates on things happening. I was like, wow… so many things and yet I failed to see it? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be blunt, few of you, my dear classmates, can be a real jerk sometimes. X)&lt;br /&gt;But, nawh… I can’t bring myself to hate any of you. We’re young and it’s the best time to jerk and bitch around with others, so I don’t really blame anyone. Once we got into our working lives, we wont be able to do this as open as we do now coz we never know who’ll backstab us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I like a quote I read somewhere… it goes like, if youth were to come a little later in life, things would be ideal… or something like that. And I totally agree. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re just immature bunch who doesn’t realize the preciousness of our moments in life. Some (I hope not any of you reading this) doesn’t even appreciate living, for whatever reason. Maybe abusive family background, parents very bad, divorced, heart broken, betrayed by best friend and so on and so forth. But, c’mon… most of the times youth are trapped in the darkness of their despair only because they failed to lift their head, open their eyes, and see the light. Take a look around you, and come and let me know if you are unable to find ANY precious things or people around you worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And friends, please reduce the tendency to be judgmental to others? And before I continue, I know one of you wrote about this topic also and I want to let you know that this is nothing like a reply to your entry or anything like that… just so happen I wanna talk about this also… and so you don’t need to quote from my blog also. =))&lt;br /&gt;Going back, I know it’s very very hard not to be judgmental. Coz I have to say, we are living in a judgmental society… I find Singapore to be one of the places with a very high level of it. Maybe that’s why I’m so out of place sometimes? Back in Indo, friends can just argue and shoot each other and bad mouth each other in front of each other’s faces and still got no hard feelings. It’s pretty hard to explain and I’m too lazy to give an example, but that’s how it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, try it on any of your friends here… “Eh, please la, dun like that lei! Very irritating le!” and the next thing you know he’ll thinking *wah, wtf, whotf he think he is sia talk to me like that?* but still will say “ok, ok, sorry”. Why? Coz you automatically think that if people say that and tell you to shut your trap in a not very smooth way, they’re against you… well, I think I shalln’t stereotype and use “you”. Maybe you’re not like that. But I know it’s a common way of thinking here. I juust use “you” but it doesn’t necessarily means you, ok? It’s easier to write. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, imagine I come to you and tell you that you’re a jerk and you should change. Instead of asking for explanation and be open, wont you just want to kill me and never talk to me again? Hehe… vulnerable friendship we have around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, everyone thinks differently and speaks differently. One may say something to two different people and each one of them will catch different meaning to it. If you are unsure or offended with the speech, the best thing to do is not to take it the hard way and go home bitter, but to speak up and ask for clarification… communication, friends… communication… if you can just speak openly to each other, things would be great. But openly doesn’t mean publicly. Like blog argument? It’s too public. It will never bring any good. And the sickening part is you are obliged to keep the names unwritten. X)&lt;br /&gt;It’s kinda childish…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C185, I know all of you love our class and wished it was like last year. Well, maybe some of you say you don’t care anymore but how can you not miss such unity and fostered bond? Communicate, be open and be understanding…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I can tell you this… I may dislike the way some of you behave or some of your actions, but I never hate you in person. There must always be an explanation of why you do things the way you did or why you behave the way you behaved. I am not you so I won’t understand and I won’t act like I understand; I have no right to draw conclusions from you. Now, any of you that read this, felt compelled to let me know the problems you got against me or why I did this or that or whatever explanation you need from me, sms me and we’ll chat it over…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR you are all free to sms me some love sms and let me know how much you appreciate my presence! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I wished all of us can be more open and be more understanding… clear any doubts you have with each other and embrace once again the things dear to you. We have become friends and no more acquaintances – please don’t go back to the latter…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-2788461598504276720?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2788461598504276720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=2788461598504276720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2788461598504276720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2788461598504276720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-blunt-post.html' title='What a blunt post?!'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-4317921091612152105</id><published>2008-06-21T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:46:00.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, well... I said I’ll be back around October 07, but looks like my return is June 08. Well, I won’t be writing as much as I did in the past. But maybe it’s not such a bad idea to revive this blog. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Projects, CCA work, family, friends… Not easy to spread time among all. Sadly, I sacrificed the latter for the first two.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Things have changed and there’s too many to write; too many to ponder about. Maybe I need to take it slow, and write random thoughts like how I always did; maybe those thoughts will form a story.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What people see is the outside, so I’ll keep a smile for them to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-4317921091612152105?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/4317921091612152105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=4317921091612152105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4317921091612152105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4317921091612152105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2008/06/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-3106309296871615424</id><published>2007-09-12T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T06:07:38.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Declaration'/><title type='text'>Take Care!! &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>Hey faithful readers and even first-timers! =P&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be absent from blogging til the end of Oct.&lt;br /&gt;So no need to visit this place so often k? It'll be dormant for a while. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Well, enjoy life people! Love ya'll! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-3106309296871615424?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/3106309296871615424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=3106309296871615424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/3106309296871615424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/3106309296871615424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/09/take-care.html' title='Take Care!! &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-7665903975880195343</id><published>2007-08-29T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:32:51.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Declaration'/><title type='text'>Omg!</title><content type='html'>Omg omg omg!! Can you believe it?! I think the spirits has gotten into me and right now as I'm studying at Cleo's house, I found no temptations of playing games or doing any other stuffs! And the best part is I wrote notes for tommorow's test! I mean, I actually used my paper and pen to write notes! Neatly some more! Wohoo... I amaze myself! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, when I got the chance I'll update this blog. I'm just admiring what I'm doing right now and can't help but to let the world know! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's wonderful. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-7665903975880195343?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/7665903975880195343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=7665903975880195343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7665903975880195343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7665903975880195343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/08/omg.html' title='Omg!'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-5865405806716132264</id><published>2007-08-25T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T03:23:18.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>The days without studies. =P</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 22/08/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up a bit late but managed to meet Ruben at Bedok Polyclinic. The Q was horribly long but we discussed about some Physics topics while waiting. Went straight to the condo opposite his house afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jacuzzi was awesome! I mean, it’s actually hot water! And there’s also the bubbly-bubbly thingy which massages my body very well! Since I left my swimming goggles behind, I didn’t do much swimming but more like slacking around at the warm pool. ;)&lt;br /&gt;And the weather was not very nice for swimming. I brought my tanning oil for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat the delicious roast pork somewhere near Ruben’s house. We actually added 50cents of rice for each of us. Hahaha. It rox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went his house to chill around, play some songs and games. He downloaded this pokemon game to my comp. U know pokemon gameboy? Yeah, he said there’s this guy that somehow combined three pokemon series into one so it’s gonna be a hella long yet fun, according to him, computer game. But the nice part is that there’s a cheat to make the game speed 5000%! So it took us only about an hour to reach lvl 30 plus. Well I was not pretty interested in it, but the brothers and he seems to dig it a lot. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to study but in the end, the dinner was too delicious for me to be thinking about studies. Hahaha… Oh oh! And the best part was Ruben’s mom bought me this Ed Hardy jacket from Malaysia! It’s like, omG… u know the original one is like S$200++?? And I think the one she bought is not far from that price. He said she stroke S$5K gambling. Hahaha. So, thank you auntie and thank You God. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 23/08/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically spend the whole day with HP. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up on time but I received an sms that says someone’s gonna be late. So I took my time and stroll around my room before I left. Oh! But it was a pretty hard decision figuring out what to bring. I was expecting the weather to be like yesterday, so I thought beach is a no no and I should wear shoes and jacket. And since beach is a no no, guitar is a no no either. And I thought to myself, we’re gonna be on the move all day looking for some stuff so my laptop will be a no no. If I were to bring my laptop, I will just play games and it could ruin the day. Hehehe. So it’s a no no. In the end I brought only my pencil case, cheque and umbrella. Which I thought was a yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I reach the tiny Mac at Tampines, I bought an ice cream cone. Brings back memories! The only thing I could afford last Sunday. XD&lt;br /&gt;After she reached (only 20 mins late) we went to the bank to drop my cheque. Were sitting on a sofa inside the bank and thought maybe we can bring it back to school? So there’ll be more than just that dirty, full of food crumbs, dusty purple sofa at 6219. Hehe, nice thinking, gal. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the place where Erika sat on Monday at bus 31 where I was a mere shadow at the back. =P&lt;br /&gt;Talked about some random stuff… (Actually I remembered, but dun think u want me to mention all of them here, do u? =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach ParkWay and straight to the highlight of the day! Warung Penyet! And that was when the crap came about. She was smsing this someone we all know, and so I took out my phone too. Then she went, “Hey we sms each other luh!”&lt;br /&gt;U know how stupid that is? But then I went to sms her, “Dun lame can?” XD&lt;br /&gt;And after some moments of laughter she said, “I have a question…” and went on to type something. I received and sms… from her… that asked me, “where r u”&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Didn’t know this seemingly harmless girl can be so lame! So I replied, “at warung penyet! Who r u with?” and then after some other moments of laughter we start shooting at each other of how lame we were. I just wasted 10cents…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to ParkWay mall and then browsed some random stuffs (shouldn’t mention it, huh? =P)&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda’ surprised to met Alvin there! He looked at the two of us and gave that look and asked me a question I really love, “Tien Beng how?” XD&lt;br /&gt;Little that we know (little that I know, at least) that we’ll meet him later on. Yeap. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to popular to look around. I love killing time there coz I can find all the art stuffs there. And the books is not bad too. Since that book shop at ParkWay closed down, it felt like a big part of ParkWay itself is really taken away. Thank God for popular. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called! I was very happy then! Chatted for about 15mins. Got to say a few words to my little bro that just ended school for the day too. He somehow sounds bigger already. =P&lt;br /&gt;HP was bored, so at the papers corner where I was selecting some colored papers and talking on the phone, she just sit there like a road block. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can understand! I mean, just moments before we met Alvin earlier, she was talking on the phone too. And she would just talk so softly and stand far away in one corner looking at the same thing for ten minutes while giggling away. I just left the shop and she didn’t even notice! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on the beach, and I was wearing jacket for goodness sake. The weather was not that cloudy at all! It was sunny! Apparently I brought all the wrong stuff out. X)&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mac Café and had a very nice Mocha Frappe. Played some card games that supposedly predict love life. The results wasn’t so good for you, huh HP? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Beng! It was like such a perfect timing. Just when we left the café and went to the open, I saw him walk right in front of us! So we followed and hide behind a tree. I thought he was gonna swim or something but apparently he was just sitting there enjoying nature and clearly pondering about stuffs heaven knows. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spotted us and so we came nearer to him. Accidentally kicked HP’s right hand near the elbow there! I’m very very sorry k! felt so bad coz I know it hurts. =(&lt;br /&gt;But hey, they say chicks digs guys with scars, maybe vice versa? Guys digs chicks with bruises? Hahahaha… nvm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us sat at the water breaker, a corner sheltered by a tree. It was uber nice and relaxing! Been a while since I enjoyed the beach like so. Saw a rainbow! It was beautiful. Damn, should’ve brought my guitar. =P&lt;br /&gt;*singing* some-wheeee-----ree--- overrr the rain-booo----oowww--- *singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was, when I was lying on the slope of the water breaker, and no, no wave came crashing down on me, but instead I got sand on my mouth. XD&lt;br /&gt;How? You asked? Well, thanks to someone who tried to clean her hands from the sands and did it right above my face where the wind is blowing. XD&lt;br /&gt;Did it once, “Eh! Sorry!” and unconsciously did it again and said while laughing, “Eh eh! Sorry sorry!” before doin it for the third time and made me speechless. I was wondering if that was purposeful? Revenge for the hand kicking? Hehehe. But nah, I understand, as she confessed, got a little problem with coordination. XD&lt;br /&gt;Btw, u gotta learn how to swim next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us went to eat at sakae sushi. A killer. As in, nice, and expensive. But oh well…&lt;br /&gt;Went back after that and got a bit high inside the bus. Did the action for the whole song of Hotel California. Thank goodness the bus driver did not change the bus’s course and went straight to the mental hospital. XD&lt;br /&gt;It was fun and yet very tiring. On my way home I could barely open my eyes and was really afraid I missed my stop. Hahaha. But in the end that night I slept at 6am. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“So, good day today, huh? Good food, good drink and good chocolate.”&lt;br /&gt;“Mmhmm… and good company.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hahaha… well then, good night.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 24/08/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to meet Ruben at his place and ate a very nice fish fillet dish! It’s like ten times much better than long john’s. Hehehe. Short John Bronze…&lt;br /&gt;Slack around til 4pm and left for Cleo’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met this two kids from St.Pat and they’re… how should I put it… hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;One of them is the son of uncle Randy’s friend and they can’t get any more hardcore than they are then.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, they played heavy metal for crying out loud! They’re like, what? Fifteen? Hahaha. They’re good with their guitar and solos and melodies and stuff… but they don’t even know what chords are! They simply memorize the friggin’ tab of the song! And I would lloooveeee to meet the singer one day. I wonder if he even can shout to scare a cat. And the drummers? I doubt he can play any of the songs close to 70% of the speed. Hehehee… I know how cocky I sound, but really…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way they dress, tapered jeans until can not taper anymore. Damn gay! XD&lt;br /&gt;I felt like tearing their jeans and leave them with their undies. It’s better if they have the face, but look at them! How I wish I had their pictures. Guess I failed even to consider taking their picture. But oh well, like what uncle Randy said, gotta appreciate all kinda’ music. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Trying very hard, uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I know, discrimination. But it turns Ruben off even more. Hahaha. My comments are nothing compared to his. Practiced for the gig on Sunday. Playing Fall Out Boys: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs, This Aint A Scene, Hum Hallelujah, Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am, and maybe we’re gonna include The Take Over The Break’s Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleo and Stephen reached home at around 7 and had dinner with them at her house. While Stephen’s playin guitar at the attic, had a chance to chat with her for like, an hour? Not bad at all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“My classmates knows him too. They always thought that he’s my bf.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, he’s not? Then what? Just friends?” =P&lt;br /&gt;“Well, why not?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah right…”&lt;/em&gt; (You people always said that too… just friends… lies! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Anw, he thinks that my dad don’t like him.”&lt;br /&gt;“Pfft… I can understand that… I mean, how much can musicians make?”&lt;br /&gt;“Exactly. And truth is still the truth, love without money can bring a lot of problem.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruben and I was talking about it a couple of days back…&lt;br /&gt;He asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hey, you know about Cleo and Stephen already alr?”&lt;br /&gt;“Like damn long ago luh…”&lt;br /&gt;“Hahaha, but next time how sia? The wife will make all the money and working her ass off while the husband–”&lt;/em&gt; *acts like playing guitar and faking a guitar sound while making a retarded face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Well, true enough…”&lt;br /&gt;“I mean, got so many musicians in the world, even if he wanna be famous, who in the world would choose an Asian to westerners? Stereotypes are out there in the world. It’s real. And we Asians, including him, are the victims here, my friend…”&lt;br /&gt;“mmhmmm…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, u know him, he’ll do most of the talking in a conversation. But well, as good friends we’ll support Stephen as much. No one knows the future, and no matter how grim his future looks like, we still believe for the best. ;)&lt;br /&gt;God can make miracles happen. Big ones. Amen. Hehehehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world. Love ya’ll. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-5865405806716132264?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/5865405806716132264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=5865405806716132264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5865405806716132264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5865405806716132264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/08/days-without-studies-p.html' title='The days without studies. =P'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-5235973493770490078</id><published>2007-08-22T04:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:16:23.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Yaaawwwnnn... posted at four AM...</title><content type='html'>Saturday night 18/08/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church I went to Bedok to eat with my CG members. After finish eating, I planned what to do tomorrow, which includes going to the gym at Bedok North. It cost 2 bucks only. But then I went pass this magazine shop, asked the auntie how much is First magazine. “Four fifty only.” And so I bought that and Men’s Health too. Auntie said, “Okay, ten fifty.” So I paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking a few meters from the stall, I paused and checked my wallet – I got one buck left. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 19/08/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of my phone’s sms’ beep was the first thing I heard in the morning. “Tobs, where r u going today?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not going anywhere… u?” That was just a quick reply, coz a few seconds later I remembered my plan for the day.&lt;br /&gt;She said, “Me too.”&lt;br /&gt;So I called the number that smsed me – Erika’s mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you that have yet to notice, Erika’s phone was cut off for overdue payment of bill. Taught you people something, huh? Don’t pay your bills… TOO late… ;)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s a good idea to get her a temporary number. Hmmmsss..&lt;br /&gt;So I told her my plan for the day and she said she wanna tag along. So I think I got a date.&lt;br /&gt;EH! Friend’s date ok! Dun kill me, man. The last thing I want is a durian stuck on my head. X)&lt;br /&gt;Anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for her at Tampines mac. Bought an Ice Cream Cone for sixty cents. That was my lunch coz that’s the only thing that I can afford at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ParkWay. On the bus I promised her “later on… IF I have enough money, treat you lunch k!”&lt;br /&gt;Went on to exchange the 100 Euro my grandpa gave me and got 205.6 Sing dollars! I was jubilant! I mean, it recharges me right away! Trima kasih Opa! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to walk around at ParkWay and was surprised to see the big book shop closed down. So we went to popular to browse stuffs and then right to the highlight of the day: Warung Penyet. It’s a Indo restaurant. Went to eat Ayam Penyet and she ordered a Soda Gembira (Happy Soda. A mixture of strawberry soda with condensed milk. Yeap, a carbonized bandung) and after the whole thing, she flew. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see her expression. It looks as if she just went for a sixty five dollars spa and extra thirty nine ninety dollars full body massage. Hahaha! But yes, it was a very good meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mandarin Gardens and rented Bourne Identity and Bourne Supremacy. On the way we talked about very interesting subjects. It has some sex flavor in it too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;But she was very attentive and listens to me. So it’s a good sign. She’s willing to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh eh, alamak, I didn't teach anything bad ok! If somehow Erika's mum's reading this, don't worry auntie... I mean, Erika's mum! (Can I like, get her name so that I can address her properly?) I'm a good friend and I'm not teaching your daughter anything bad! I’m just telling more about the male species and their urges to help her in her current status of relationship. Oh, did she told you already? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had the chance to share with her some guys’ secret of their desire and sexual impulses. I hope it’s useful for you, my friend – not many guys are willing to share about these classified topics.&lt;br /&gt;But, aiya, what’s the use of internet nowadays uh? Go and look for articles luh! Although I personally feel most of the stuffs written on the net are plain rubbish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to ParkWay and chill at Starbuckz. Played minesweeper and took screenshot of what happened! I got two grids left and I had no choice but to guess! It was the lower-right corner and my time was 158 – I hit the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;So I went on and this time I had to make another guess at the lower-left corner. My time was 150 and guess what? Yes, I hit the wrong one. =((&lt;br /&gt;It sux to the maxxx I tell you. Sigh, too bad for some reason I can’t upload the pic. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw! Erika left with his guy to Bugis. So I went to watch Rush Hour 3 myself at Tampines Mall. Actually I was reluctant to go, but HP said I should. So I did. =P&lt;br /&gt;It was funny, I have to say, but the story’s bad. No substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, ain’t so bad being a spare tire for the day, huh? Eh, alrite, maybe don’t use that term – it has a bad history. =P&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t so bad being a “ditch me when you’re done with me” kinda’ guy, huh? Hahaha! Naaahh… that made Erika sounded so bad. And only use the word “ditch” if we’re together! Which in this case, clearly not. Okay okay, I go the phrase… Ehem…&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t so bad being a “I’ll be there when u need me” kinda’ guy, huh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 20/08/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the two gals at Tampines, transformed into a invisible man inside the bus. But it’s not so bad. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Got an intelligent Q from Erika, “Why didn’t you follow us to Bugis yesterday?”&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, it’s like asking your colleague, “Hey, why don’t you come over tonight? I’ll be having sex with my husband on the living room” Kinda’ thing… Hehe, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach Mandarin Gardens and thought to myself, “what would the guard think? Yesterday I brought one girl in, now two… what’s next? A whole bus of girls?” Hehehe… I wish…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw! Sad that mEl and Ernie can’t join earlier for the lunch. And for some reason HB didn’t come. So three of us went to eat at ThaiPan and it was uber nice! The food was sexy, I’m telling u. The honey chicken? Looovveee….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bought some beers to drink. Carlsberg is too light! Can’t taste a thing. No wonder it was the cheapest around. Went to watch Bourne Identity. mEl and Ernie came to join in on the last part and then we continued straight away to watch Bourne Supremacy. Left for TM and watched Bourne Ultimatum! Muhahaha… Twentieth August Two Thousand and Seven shall be known as The Bourne IdenPreMatum Day! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Tampines, I was asking about a few Chinese phrases. I was thinking, if I were to stay here in Singapore, since I’m gonna be a PR here, I might marry a Singapore gal after all! So, we’ll have some kids, right? And most probably he/she gotta learn Chinese, right? And so wouldn’t it be bad if the daddy don’t know a single Chinese word? But then what about Indonesian? I think I’ll teach him/her too. But then surely my wife would want me to learn Chinese, but then to make things equal I had to teach her Indo! Hahaha… Hey, planning for future k. Bottom line: I’ll start learning bits of Chinese. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bourne Supremacy is plain cool. It’s just amazes me of how Bourne can think of all the stuffs that he did… (I know, more like how the writer thinks of the script… but still!!) seriously, go and watch. 9/10 from me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Erika’s blog for details of the happenings of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Beng joined for the movie. Good to have him along. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Played bridge during the night and it was fun. Sigh… not meant to be. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms… Earlier at the bus, HP and I were talking about some stuffs. One of it is about this guy. Hehehe. Afterwards another topic and then I said, “Hey, I’ll bring you to where I brought Erika to eat. Free on Wednesday?”&lt;br /&gt;She answered quite fast, “Yes, I don’t have anything on Wednesday. And I shall keep my Wednesday free for this.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hmmm. But what if someone else more special asked you to go somewhere? Surely you’ll cancel this.” You know who I was referring to. =P&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, I’m not that kind of person ok!”&lt;br /&gt;“Hehehe, okay, let’s see tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;“K, we’ll see.” And she has this “let’s bet” kinda’ tone. =P&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to another topic and I was mentioning about Cleo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleeooo!! You’re like invisible nowadays! Hahaha. How are you doing? A lot changed and I heard you’re leading a group by the end of the year, yeah? Hope you get baptized very, very soon! I’ll keep in prayers that your parents’ heart will be open about it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss talking to you on the phone about how the guys are doing. Can’t really miss smsing you coz out of the 100 sms I had inside my Sent Messages folder, I think I only got ten sms with your name inside my Inbox. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you’re suppose to tell me about a story, remember? About the thing that you told Pastor? You said “next time”. But when you said it that day, I had a feeling that “next time” is pretty distant. I mean, can barely spend time with you nowadays. I think you’re busy, plus you spare your free time only for him, huh? =P&lt;br /&gt;Nah, you’ll spare some times for your members too, I know. Spare some for your good friend luh! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you still owe me fifteen! Hehehehe… Treat me Ayam Penyet luh. Twice. =P&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I remembered the day we were talking about how close we were, but that we know that it wont be like that forever and things will change. You remember that? Well, little that I know the day it happened will be the day we went to poly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we’ll always be best friends, right? =P&lt;br /&gt;Take good care and I’ll just pray for the best for you always. Cya around, God’s girl. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, I know she wont be reading this. But oh wells. Don’t you guys, all readers out there, know how many people out there are thinking of you right now? How they are talking about you, whether it’s good or bad, right now as you’re reading this? You don’t know how many people is missing you and lovin’ you or wanting to see you again. You don’t know who kept you close to their heart, even when you disappeared and you thought you left their memory and life and to discover you were wrong. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 21/08/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late and had a feeling that tomorrow Ruben’s gonna invite me for dinner. But tomorrow I’m suppose to go out. So, I was unsure what I was supposed to do. It was funny how strong the feeling was. I was thinking, maybe I should sms him and said, “Hey dude, don’t invite me for dinner tmr k? make it Thursday or smthing.” But you know how thick-skinned it sounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just double confirmed with HP by means of sms. “So! Tmr! Hehe… anywhere u wanna go after e lunch?”&lt;br /&gt;Beep beep… “Hey, super uber sorry but can we meet earlier tml to hav early lunch? Cause I hav to leave early. Going to watch Secret with my cousins.”&lt;br /&gt;Cousins, was not the ones I thought it would be, those that interrupt our plan. I was a bit disappointed and really thought to myself, man’s plans always fails. Hehehe. But also, everything happens for a reason. “Hmmm… how bout we change it to Thursday?”&lt;br /&gt;She said, “Mmm if Thursday can. I’ll be free”&lt;br /&gt;Right away I was reminded of our conversation yesterday, “U said that you’ll be free tmr… what if you got sudden plans again? =)”&lt;br /&gt;“Hahas that was kinda last min. Well thurs is okay. If not I’ll treat u instead k. Deal?”&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was not allured to the deal almost at all. Was just hoping that someone would keep her word, “Haha.. Alrite.. Thursday it is..” =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was a mixed feeling, coz besides disappointment, I felt that this might just be a good thing coz tmr I might have another plan coming up – the feeling’s still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on to watch Jim Carrey on YouTube! Omg, you should REALLY watch them! Here’s the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=jim+carrey&amp;search=Search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my fav is “Jim Carrey - What is love spoof”&lt;br /&gt;And on the third page got “Jim Carrey – Reverend”… uber funny! Christians and Catholics can get the joke better but it’s free for all… Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;If you got the chance, watch ALL! Hahaha… some are just lame but most are down-right funny. It really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for Bedok to eat my first meal at 6.40pm. Smsed my mom about my new addiction towards minesweeper! I mean, I just can’t help but kept on playing! I asked her what was her high score for expert, since she’s my role model, and she said it was around 147 if her memory serves her right. But I knew she had done better coz somehow it’s printed in my mind that she did a double digit timing for expert – without using flags almost at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I’m on this journey to beat best her high score. And then se told me that last time during her working times at Jakarta, she was the best in her office and no one can beat her two digit best score! And so I was really inspired and said to her that next time when I start work, I’ll be the best in my office in terms of minesweeper! X)&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll teach my kid how to plat minesweeper from 4 years old. =P&lt;br /&gt;Hey, planning for future k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight to Expo for a prayer meeting til 10pm. Left to have dinner with Ruben. Finally I got a chance to catch up with u bro! And guess what he said? “Hey, come over for dinner tomorrow.” ;)&lt;br /&gt;My feeling was right after all. Everything happens for a reason. Is it You, God? Telling me all these earlier? Hahaha. All is good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we planned what to do tmr:&lt;br /&gt;1. He’s skipping school so I’m meeting him at 10.30am at Bedok to get his MC.&lt;br /&gt;2. While waiting, I’ll read thru his Chem notes on Endo/Exothermic and Nuclear Physics to refresh my memory.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to some condo that he said has a very nice swimming pool and warm water pool and have some good swimming time.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chill at the condo’s lounge and I’ll teach him on those topics I read earlier.&lt;br /&gt;5. Open my laptop and start studying.&lt;br /&gt;6. Dinner time, go his house and enjoy the wonderful, sexy food the mum cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaahh… What a life, huh? Ten times better than watching a movie by Jay Chou. X)&lt;br /&gt;And from a date with a girl became a date with a guy. Sad uh... Hahaha. But it ain't that bad. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, I gotta sleep. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Good night world! Love ya’ll! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-5235973493770490078?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/5235973493770490078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=5235973493770490078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5235973493770490078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5235973493770490078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/08/yaaawwwnnn-four-am.html' title='Yaaawwwnnn... posted at four AM...'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-2877038160975458361</id><published>2007-08-19T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T01:36:38.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Chat Call Sms...</title><content type='html'>Nothing much these few days. I’m having something like a holiday now for a week. Well, it’s suppose to be a study week… but if I said I’ll study very hard during the study week is as good as saying that Singapore’s size is bigger than Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, hope can do more exercises and swimming during this one week break. And chill out and go to the beach and stuff. But like always, most of the time I’ll be spending time with me! =P&lt;br /&gt;But no complaints there. It’s pretty fun in a way that I get to spend time out with myself. Everyone needs an “alone time” kinda’ thing. Well, I’d love a company, but I pity my friends if I asked them out, I like to go to weird places and it might not be convenient. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed my bass guitar, hope I can get my hands on it pretty soon. Asked Jin Sheng today how is the condition of my bass. He said he polished it everyday and if anything is wrong with it he’ll buy me a new one. Hehehe. Convinced me that my red four string baby is still doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather’s very sweet today. Walked outside with my singlet on and I can feel the coolness of the air around me – reminds me of Bali. During monsoon season, this is exactly how it feels in Bali everyday. Missed home a lot. Hopefully I can go back during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed my good mates there. Playin’ LAN games for hours and hours and still our pockets not burned (it’s like… 50 Singapore cents/hour there). Stayed at each other’s house and sleep an hour a day. House cooking - the special German cooking at Ferry’s and my favorite meat chop and satay at Hadi’s. PS2 til pass midnight and laze around with my cat and kittens. bought original VCDs at 10 bucks each for collection and watch with my bro and mom. Go to the movies for 4 bucks a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the babes there too. Miss their hugs n lunch times together. Beaches and mountains, the hot and the cool, winds wherever. Babi guling, grandma’s huge steak, bebek bakar with urapan, sate penyu, sop merah, pastel tutup, humongous ribs at Ubud. Wohooo, I wish u guys knew what am I talking about, those are Bali’s delicacies! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw… just chillin around today. Nothing much to think about. Oh! Fixed the aircon on my room. Cost me 40bucks. Thank God for aunts that can pay bills for you. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with all the projects and assignment down, feels like nothing left to do. I mean, me? I wont consider studying as actually doing something. Hehehe. It’s in my blood to disregard the word “studying” as a verb. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know when it started! All I remember was when I was very young, my parents, especially my dad, they loved to test me and guide me thru my studies. I know they meant good, but apparently I found it too stressful and were afraid of exams coz every time exam came, I can expect a good “making sure” that I’ll score well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon realizing that it doesn’t help me, I have to say that my parents went to almost the other extreme, they just allow me to study by myself and just see how good I’ll do. True enough, I improved a lot since I was given the liberty to study on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it became my style from then onwards! My parents wont nag at me to study or all this stuff, they would just look at my result and comment on how I can get better. Over time, I find myself slacking and slacking and didn’t really maximize my brain usage. Hehehe. But oh well, looks like I’m surviving with studying one-day-before-plus-a-handful-of-prayer method. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had this funny feeling of wanting to delete my post and not blog at all after I’m done writing. I don’t know why! It’s like, there’s so much to say, yet there’s just some people that I wish would not read what I have to say. Sigh… I’d rather sms or chat… but when I chat I tend to talk about nonsensical things… when I sms, people don’t really reply coz I understand they have their own life… I like talking on the phone, but heck I don’t even have a house phone… lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I’m going off… bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-2877038160975458361?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2877038160975458361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=2877038160975458361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2877038160975458361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2877038160975458361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/08/chat-call-sms.html' title='Chat Call Sms...'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-6416336712238350104</id><published>2007-08-14T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:40:42.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Recount...</title><content type='html'>One week without laptop! Not so bad, huh? =P&lt;br /&gt;So, let’s recount what happened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 09/08/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy National Day Singapore! My grandparents are older than Singapore u know… XD&lt;br /&gt;And I bet most of your parents are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Padang (literally the field in English) and celebrate NDP… I don’t want to elaborate, coz basically it was tiring to queue up for about an hour among so many people and all we did was open close umbrella… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our class got creative (Erika started it, I think) and mix around the colors of our goodie bags! It’s was really cool! And I think it made a perfect beach bag. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, left early to leave the two love birds and another guy and a girl behind at the Padang. Coz aunt May invited me for BBQ! Well, on top of the delicious, luscious BBQ, the jamming session was awesome! I seriously missed all the times we used to jam for at least once a week. Finally got a chance to jam with the full band (coz last time, usually Stephen is not there) after months! I felt musically-recharged after that night! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a couple of videos too. Did it for fun, but something happens that I will talk about more later on… ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 10/08/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole day devoted to project submission. It was crazy. Did the finalization of the whole project (and almost half of the whole thing, actually) in… 9 hours? Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;We thought that the submission time was 5pm. But then I met mr.Chew and he told me that it’s 6pm. But anyway we finished at 7pm. =P&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we saw all the projects still inside of the drop box – that means by 7pm he has not checked the submitted projects yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s pretty sad because then I missed cell group. It was a BBQ day that day. But oh well, to be in time I will have to take cab which will cost about 12 bucks which is… a lot. Hehehe. So went to bus stop instead. We do not need to ask the two love birds where they wanted to go, for we know that they will go their own way. Suppose to eat with the other lady too, but she decided to leave and meet her mom instead. Well, good for her coz she said finally can refill the fridge at home thanks to the generosity of her mom. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went with the guy that was too bored to go anywhere but eat. Hehehe… in the end we ate, drank bubble tea, stand in front of a LAN shop fighting fiercely with temptations and just chatted and chatted about literally anything! Including the big bang, evolution, discovery channel stuffs, cats, some youTube video about audio voices (you know what I mean... XD) and stuffs. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Actually the highlight was him expressing his anger upon some individuals, or a group of people to be more precise, for their “blasphemy” =P&lt;br /&gt;It made me promise him not to be one of that group of people anymore. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I speak like talking in codes! Ok ok, it’s about C185 saying that TB likes (or loves) HP! He’s not happy ok? People? So stop it ok? =P&lt;br /&gt;He said it makes them stress! And he went further to even considering ending their friendship! And stop calling and etc etc! Sounds very serious, but I know he didn’t mean that. =P&lt;br /&gt;Anw…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called HP at night, she left her thumb drive at the printing shop at school. She was all moody and sad and just couldn’t stop thinking about it. So I just tried my best to be a good friend and played some songs on the guitar thru the phone. =P&lt;br /&gt;My neck went slanted sideways 90 degrees! XD&lt;br /&gt;Coz I was using both my hand to play (duh) and so I got no hand to hold my phone (duuuh). But thank God for earphones. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 11/08/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t feel very well in the morning, but went to school for Pace Setters bonding session anw. Found HP’s thumb drive. I was thinking, if this were Indonesia, it would’ve been gone! But good thing that Singaporeans don’t really get their hands on other people’s stuff! I mean, it was just lying in front of the computer’s monitor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the two gals and just spend the day with them before I left for church. I was very tired and went straight back after the service. But the preaching was powerful, man! Rev.Dr.A.R.Bernard owns… X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like s*** that night. Not sure why… maybe coz I skipped my dinner and during the bonding session I tire myself too much. Anw…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 12/08.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fruitful day in months! Thank you Erika! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet my aunt in the morning to take the laptop. She’ll be needing it only on the 10th of Sep. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat early lunch with her before I left for Tampines. Sat at Mac, playing games while waiting for the self-proclaimed-but-not-so-wrong sweet girl. =P&lt;br /&gt;Did JAVA that day, and who would’ve guessed that u can finish the whole project in just four hours! Can’t do it without Erika and Google. X)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Google. I typed the error name and went to search for in and found the solution in some website. Lol. Thank God for technology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so accomplished that day and went a bit high during the night. I mean, who in the right state of mind would come out with the idea of a super uber sweet guy giving his sweetheart a 17th birthday present that will make her cry - an onion ring… XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 34, stopped at Tampines stadium and end up walking home because it was too late. The road was creepy and dark and so I smsed someone expecting the person to at least accompany me for a while. But looks like that individual was too preoccupied so I thought to myself, forget it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 13/08/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole day was just slacking after done with the conversation circle test. But then Ruben called me and told me that we passed the preliminary round for some band competition even though we missed the actual competition day by sending the video of us playing music! Remember the video I took on Thursday? He said the judge said that we got good stuffs goin' on and we can go to the next round! September 25 ladies and gentlemen... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go to the highlight of the day: SEOUL GARDEN! Wohoooo…. I ate like a PIG! But it was truly satisfaction guaranteed kinda thing. It was Stephen’s birthday and he treat us! So nice of him. And I’m one of the only three person he invited. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, the ice creams! Woooohhh… I’m drooling even right now. Ate vanilla ice cream with watermelon for the dessert! It was… gaaahh… lost for words… XD&lt;br /&gt;End up can’t finish the birthday cake. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098509555947422194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RsGLbZYuQfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/L3Y_5LDa_wc/s320/DSC01079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that it folks! Don’t want to go into details. If you’re interested, please sign up to be a premium member of my blog. The benefits are unlimited! Such as getting a free hand bag with my autograph on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I’m bored and just talking crap. Hehehe. See ya world… Do take care. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;System.out.println(&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“What’s wrong?”&lt;/span&gt;);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sytem.out.println(&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“Nothing.”&lt;/span&gt;);&lt;br /&gt;Amadeo.smile();}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; (answer != honest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-6416336712238350104?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/6416336712238350104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=6416336712238350104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6416336712238350104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6416336712238350104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/08/recount.html' title='Recount...'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RsGLbZYuQfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/L3Y_5LDa_wc/s72-c/DSC01079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172727532829788375.post-636550724522846024</id><published>2007-08-04T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T15:45:58.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>.:Lost 4 wordS:.</title><content type='html'>Well, this might be my last blog entry for a while now. I am returning my aunt’s laptop to its rightful owner. So it’s back to paper and pen. And I won’t be online at night anymore. So it’s back to sms and call. And no more playing games and minesweepers, it’s back to listening music and playing guitar. No more designing using Photoshop, it’s back to sketching and drawing. No more heavy bag even without books, but it’s gonna be the books that cause the weigh. Well, it’s gonna be very different! But it’s inevitable. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in poly has surely changed my lifestyle a lot. With all the rushing for deadline and those kinda’ stuff, not to mention staying back in school till late at night, now poly really feels like my 2nd home. On top of that, I saw many things about how boys and girls act in a manner quite… distinctly, around me. Or perhaps it is something common that I could not comprehend? Secrecy and openness… attraction and repulsion… doubts and assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A person can be so unsure about his or her own feelings, that they do not know what to do. Being uncertain, most of the time their decision will at least hurt a person, if not, both. Some thinks that he or she wants because of something genuine and real, when truly it is just a yearning. Wine for the day, champagne for the night. Some gives and never receive from the one they gave to, some shares but wants more. Some lost it and quits, some treasures it but it slips away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, the hardest language to understand is still our own feelings. Like what I read from somewhere, “I confused my feelings with the truth” – and it can be the other way around. Sometimes I wonder why feelings can be so deceiving. Hey, it’s not all about that “feeling” between boys n girls and all this stuff… what about family? Some of you can say, “What about it?”… heh, well, good for you… but sometimes I still wonder the thoughts behind the decisions they made...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I’m lost for words… I think I’ll stop here. I'll be happier next time, promise... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-636550724522846024?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/636550724522846024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=636550724522846024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/636550724522846024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/636550724522846024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-this-might-be-my-last-blog-entry.html' title='.:Lost 4 wordS:.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-1803207485324112428</id><published>2007-07-28T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:40:49.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Piccys</title><content type='html'>Well, here's more pics for your viewing pleasure... Don't flame me if u find some "offensive" to u, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll get what I mean, best... XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqttYZYuQeI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Pyh_PhML5L8/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092284069571346914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqttYZYuQeI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Pyh_PhML5L8/s320/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ROCK ON and enjoy the show! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 : Project Runway with N28!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092283287887298994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtsq5YuQbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/O58Ou-Rt2q4/s320/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha?? A certified hair-stylist?? 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092283292182266306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtsrJYuQcI/AAAAAAAAAVs/9DEWhA88KPI/s320/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least Eileen looks happy! =P&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at the other contestants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtsqZYuQZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CSAwX0RRccw/s1600-h/DSC00932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092283279297364370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtsqZYuQZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CSAwX0RRccw/s320/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emo kid! Emo punk! Wohoo... rock on Indo bro! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtsqpYuQaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/6yB-d-GCc9I/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092283283592331682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtsqpYuQaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/6yB-d-GCc9I/s320/DSC00920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pirates!! *shivers* This one OWNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtsrpYuQdI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2ldkT-_I4hk/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092283300772200914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtsrpYuQdI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2ldkT-_I4hk/s320/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our hottest band in town! XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092282914225144178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtsVJYuQXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Wybrqhr3-ug/s320/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Photo taking session with Jul: "Hey, stand straight la, like that not nice..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtsVJYuQWI/AAAAAAAAAU8/wCZGAngm-Yk/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092282914225144162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtsVJYuQWI/AAAAAAAAAU8/wCZGAngm-Yk/s320/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Eh! so tall!?" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtsVZYuQYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/s-uiIOzZgOc/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092282918520111490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtsVZYuQYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/s-uiIOzZgOc/s320/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Winner for most Creative award goes to mr Pirate! Eileen is miss Popular and the overall winner goes to mr Pirate! Congratz! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 : FBI, 185 and more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtpCZYuQRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/AhZnLQUtYGI/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092279293567713554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtpCZYuQRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/AhZnLQUtYGI/s320/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Claps claps claps* I got six As, so they don wan to put my name there. Later demoralize the other students... sigh... what to do... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtpCZYuQSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Fu_O1ZH7FuE/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092279293567713570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtpCZYuQSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Fu_O1ZH7FuE/s320/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gundu Monk... you rock, man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 and one-quarter: CAUGHT IN ACTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtpCpYuQTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/R9UUq_J7uyE/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092279297862680882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtpCpYuQTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/R9UUq_J7uyE/s320/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtpCpYuQUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CG-RFKscHQw/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092279297862680898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtpCpYuQUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CG-RFKscHQw/s320/DSC00780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtpC5YuQVI/AAAAAAAAAU0/LlPYu4RcLe4/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092279302157648210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtpC5YuQVI/AAAAAAAAAU0/LlPYu4RcLe4/s320/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BESIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. no sense one my captions...&lt;br /&gt;Back to part 2...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtorZYuQMI/AAAAAAAAATs/BXBlXbZcOQQ/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092278898430722242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtorZYuQMI/AAAAAAAAATs/BXBlXbZcOQQ/s320/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..... Of what not to do... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtorpYuQNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/W0iK_IuXKiQ/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092278902725689554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtorpYuQNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/W0iK_IuXKiQ/s320/DSC00863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look carefully, the shirt says "Surfers Paradise"... Well, look even more carefully! That thing he's holding is the surfboard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not surf water one, surf net only...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtorpYuQOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/yZsvS6XCaqI/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092278902725689570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtorpYuQOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/yZsvS6XCaqI/s320/DSC00864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Sir sir! What is your comment on...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Talk to the hand."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtor5YuQPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QXmQ5_jHnNQ/s1600-h/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092278907020656882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtor5YuQPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QXmQ5_jHnNQ/s320/DSC00865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone that's on a shitting position.. plus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtor5YuQQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KnhDwoscCk8/s1600-h/DSC00866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092278907020656898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtor5YuQQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KnhDwoscCk8/s320/DSC00866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumone emo sitting down.. equals to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092277317882757282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtnPZYuQKI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZLbBikbXryQ/s320/DSC00868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Emo kena shit on the head...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtnO5YuQHI/AAAAAAAAATE/nNyNdIBDWP0/s1600-h/DSC00882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092277309292822642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtnO5YuQHI/AAAAAAAAATE/nNyNdIBDWP0/s320/DSC00882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hooligan: "Eh! Don't disturb the VIP! He's sleeping! Go away or else I burn your house today night! Or tomorrow also can la, same difference!" XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtnPJYuQII/AAAAAAAAATM/pfIorONs_ZQ/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092277313587789954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtnPJYuQII/AAAAAAAAATM/pfIorONs_ZQ/s320/DSC00881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hi ladies, lookin' wonderful today."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yes we know!" *grins* *smiles* *chuckles*...... Thick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XD&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtnPJYuQJI/AAAAAAAAATU/dMdAa1KvF-I/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092277313587789970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtnPJYuQJI/AAAAAAAAATU/dMdAa1KvF-I/s320/DSC00871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Fellowship of the Greentea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtnPZYuQLI/AAAAAAAAATk/NKJoVC0k7nM/s1600-h/DSC00867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092277317882757298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtnPZYuQLI/AAAAAAAAATk/NKJoVC0k7nM/s320/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PROPOSAL! HOW SWEET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 : Random pics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtmqpYuQCI/AAAAAAAAASc/Yj2GzRXkzS8/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092276686522564642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtmqpYuQCI/AAAAAAAAASc/Yj2GzRXkzS8/s320/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Spider-heart Romance: Welcome to the green parade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtmq5YuQDI/AAAAAAAAASk/I0vXVf_zLOk/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092276690817531954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtmq5YuQDI/AAAAAAAAASk/I0vXVf_zLOk/s320/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next time when you give five bucks and forty five cents to you loved ones, tell them don't play play, it has a great deep meaning behind it... XD... remember, S$5.45...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092276699407466594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtmrZYuQGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/iDdIMhyd3eU/s320/DSC00902.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I find this cute!! =)) HP listening to music! HP can mean two things, though... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtmrJYuQEI/AAAAAAAAASs/V7z65Fm9xiA/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092276695112499266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtmrJYuQEI/AAAAAAAAASs/V7z65Fm9xiA/s320/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look! They're chatting!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtmrJYuQFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/jLuzlBmnEg4/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092276695112499282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtmrJYuQFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/jLuzlBmnEg4/s320/DSC00904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naahh.. actually they're just some girls browsing YouTube and Blogger... btw, you know what's her comment? "Hey! my hair looks cool from above!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 4 : Networking Session... with ourselves!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092275917723418642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtl95YuQBI/AAAAAAAAASU/-vuUNdHElc0/s320/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a spot to take a picture... EXIT DOOR BLOCK SEVEN SECOND FLOOR NEAR THE DUSTBIN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092275913428451330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtl9pYuQAI/AAAAAAAAASM/pD94Nimu6Kw/s320/DSC01003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wooowww... It's shiny... and greeeeenn....... *gasp* U.F.O.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtl9ZYuP-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/wU5L-TNBswA/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092275909133484002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtl9ZYuP-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/wU5L-TNBswA/s320/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *screams* HEEELLLPPP!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092275904838516690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtl9JYuP9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/14gyPUhZkNc/s320/DSC01007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ashwin is a HUNK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtl9ZYuP_I/AAAAAAAAASE/tZG0xBPd_Ho/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092275909133484018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtl9ZYuP_I/AAAAAAAAASE/tZG0xBPd_Ho/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lameness never dies, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5 : Screwed Shoes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtlTpYuP5I/AAAAAAAAARU/CeE0Ih6Bj-M/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092275191873945490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtlTpYuP5I/AAAAAAAAARU/CeE0Ih6Bj-M/s320/DSC01024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After PACE Setter's meeting today at KFC... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtlTpYuP6I/AAAAAAAAARc/DNoVZ4-wNuI/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092275191873945506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtlTpYuP6I/AAAAAAAAARc/DNoVZ4-wNuI/s320/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time I'm one block away from my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtlT5YuP7I/AAAAAAAAARk/a_9XxFTTJKs/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092275196168912818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtlT5YuP7I/AAAAAAAAARk/a_9XxFTTJKs/s320/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the friggin elevator...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtlUJYuP8I/AAAAAAAAARs/WwKOMlGv0HM/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092275200463880130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtlUJYuP8I/AAAAAAAAARs/WwKOMlGv0HM/s320/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this != cool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part 6 : Model Photoshoot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To begin the whole of the final topic, we have a special Converse advertisement from one of our hunks from C185...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092274594873491330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtkw5YuP4I/AAAAAAAAARM/vw-ovkLJCxI/s320/DSC01021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nice pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtkwpYuP2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/c7XjFOlkgdk/s1600-h/DSC01016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092274590578524002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtkwpYuP2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/c7XjFOlkgdk/s320/DSC01016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presenting to you, model of the day! BEFORE and...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtkw5YuP3I/AAAAAAAAARE/Cnzys3Ip3Hk/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092274594873491314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtkw5YuP3I/AAAAAAAAARE/Cnzys3Ip3Hk/s320/DSC01018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AFTER! mEl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092274586283556690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtkwZYuP1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2TQJbyfQcMI/s320/DSC01015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tadaaa!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtka5YuPxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/IoCd1zeSYw4/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092274216916369170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rqtka5YuPxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/IoCd1zeSYw4/s320/DSC01013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a scary-looking-dunno-whether-angry-or-happy-a-bit-tanned-guy! Flip yer cap the other way, mate...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtkbJYuPyI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Nq6vxag4Vmc/s1600-h/DSC01012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092274221211336482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtkbJYuPyI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Nq6vxag4Vmc/s320/DSC01012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a dunno-who-but-a-bit-gay-looking-tie-pulling-guy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtkbZYuPzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/v-sS5NTtpq0/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092274225506303794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtkbZYuPzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/v-sS5NTtpq0/s320/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As specless-robeless-wandless-muggle-Daniel R.!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtkbpYuP0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/iaiu6ozZlcY/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092274229801271106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtkbpYuP0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/iaiu6ozZlcY/s320/DSC01010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As hunky-but-gundul-which-makes-him-not-that-cool-Wentworth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092274212621401858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqtkapYuPwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/5L6HoYXabxY/s320/DSC01014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least, as HASH POTTER himself! Let's give a round of applause for our model!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-1803207485324112428?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/1803207485324112428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=1803207485324112428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/1803207485324112428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/1803207485324112428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/07/piccys.html' title='Piccys'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RqttYZYuQeI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Pyh_PhML5L8/s72-c/DSC00797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172727532829788375.post-4394257874449352673</id><published>2007-07-24T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:33:45.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Random surveys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourbrainquiz/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the brain types, yours is the most mellow.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be in a meditative state most of the time. You don't try to think away your troubles.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are realistic, fresh, and honest. You truly see things as how they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about your friends, your surroundings, and your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Aura is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life.&lt;br /&gt;You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of your life: showing love to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 46% Feminine, 54% Masculine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/gender-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in touch with both your feminine and masculine sides.&lt;br /&gt;You're sensitive at the right times, but you don't let your emotions overwhelm you.&lt;br /&gt;You're not a eunuch, just the best of both genders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/"&gt;Are You Masculine or Feminine?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd79a"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/scary.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You even scare scary people sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Your Sarcastic Moments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge.&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead!&lt;br /&gt;And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.&lt;br /&gt;Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Okay Student&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/student-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to get by school, but your heart isn't always in it.&lt;br /&gt;Motivation is a problem for you. Maybe you need to study something more exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Student?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Sensitivity Score: 36%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouextremelysensitivequiz/sensitive-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you don't let your senses overwhelm you.&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty stoic, and you're good at blocking out what's going on around you.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are still sensitive enough to enjoy all the beautiful things in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouextremelysensitivequiz/"&gt;Are You Extremely Sensitive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mind is 45% Cluttered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howclutteredisyourmindquiz/clutter-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is starting to get cluttered, and as a result, it's a little harder for you to keep focused.&lt;br /&gt;Try to let go of your pettiest worries and concerns. The worrying is worse than the actual problems!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howclutteredisyourmindquiz/"&gt;How Cluttered is Your Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Type: INFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you crave a long term, harmonious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;For you, sex doesn't come quickly - it takes time for you to open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are supportive, nurturing, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to be shy and protective of your personal space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: ENFJ and ESFJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/seascape.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people.&lt;br /&gt;You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together.&lt;br /&gt;Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;People crave your praise and complements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Libra - Your Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/libra-love.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open minded enough to date outside your typical "type" ... successfully!&lt;br /&gt;You are diplomatic - and likely to end a fight instead of dragging things out.&lt;br /&gt;You are easily loyal and faithful, but only for the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit gullible, and partners take advantage of you. You still may not know it.&lt;br /&gt;You find it difficult to decide where to go to dinner, what movie to watch, who to date...&lt;br /&gt;You have to be in a relationship, or else you just don't feel like yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smooth talker who enjoys socializing as much as you to.&lt;br /&gt;Someone classy and cultured who knows which wine to order with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Is beautiful to you - although not necessarily attractive in the traditional sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic. If your date comes bearing flowers, wine, and poetry... well, your heart soars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving. Your lover's pleasure is as important as your own.&lt;br /&gt;Soft and sensual - you don't like anything to be rough.&lt;br /&gt;Extravagant ... your fantasy involves staying at a five star hotel with your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so quick to compromise in relationships - and you'll get taken advantage of yes.&lt;br /&gt;Try being single for a while. Seems impossible, but you'll learn so much about yourself from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;Make some decisions about your romantic life, right now. You'll be happy that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best color to attract mate: Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best day for a date: Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Ingenuity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/ingenuity.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a person with unique ideas, big plans, and a zany outlook on life. Many people look to you for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;People envy your creativity and "who cares?" attitude. They feel very ordinary next to you - and they usually are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Bold And Brave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdaringareyouquiz/bold-and-brave.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But daring? Not usually?&lt;br /&gt;You tend to like to make calculated risks.&lt;br /&gt;So while you may not be base jumping any time soon...&lt;br /&gt;You are up for whatever's new and (a little) exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdaringareyouquiz/"&gt;How Daring Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ade9ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Amadeo Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d1f3ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A is for Articulate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is for Marvelous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Abstract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for Darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Elitist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for Outgoing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Follow Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're romantic, sentimental, and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to fall in (and out of) love very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Some may call you fickle, but you can't help where your emotions take you.&lt;br /&gt;You've definitely broken a few hearts, but you're not a heartbreaker by nature.&lt;br /&gt;Your intentions are always good, even if they change with the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/"&gt;Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Political Profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howliberalorconservativeareyouquiz/politics.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: 65% Conservative, 35% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Issues: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Responsibility: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiscal Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethics: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense and Crime: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howliberalorconservativeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Liberal Or Conservative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pickup Line Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/themagicalpickuplinegenerator/pickup.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red. Violets are blue. I like spaghetti. Let's go screw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themagicalpickuplinegenerator/"&gt;The Magical Pick Up Line Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pickup Line Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/themagicalpickuplinegenerator/pickup.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I'm missing my teeth just means there's more room for your tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themagicalpickuplinegenerator/"&gt;The Magical Pick Up Line Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Song Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlovesongareyouquiz/music.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderwall by Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels&lt;br /&gt;The way I do about you now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want - but does that person want you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlovesongareyouquiz/"&gt;What Love Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were Nice This Year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73eaa0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/wereyounaughtyornicethisyearquiz/nice.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an uber-perfect person who is on the top of Santa's list.&lt;br /&gt;You probably didn't even *think* any naughty thoughts this year.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're a Mormon, you've probably been a little too good.&lt;br /&gt;Is that extra candy cane worth being a sweetheart for 365 days straight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wereyounaughtyornicethisyearquiz/"&gt;Were You Naughty or Nice This Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love is Based on Commitment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/commitment.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that love is something that develops and grows.&lt;br /&gt;You don't believe in love at first site, and you never mistake lust for love.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is about mutual devotion, respect, and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel comfortable in a relationship, unless you're both in it for the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can last: You don't take commitment lightly - or leave relationships easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can fail: You're so committed, you often can't see the most obvious problems in your relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Love Based On?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 57% Open&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/open-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairly open person, but you also like to maintain your privacy.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely will tell all (okay, almost all) to your closest friends...&lt;br /&gt;But strangers and acquaintances only get a peek into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howopenareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Italian Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/italian-food.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforting yet overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;People love you, but sometimes you're just too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Auditory Learner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/auditory.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to remember what you hear, and you have a knack for speaking well.&lt;br /&gt;You excel at debating, foreign languages, and music.&lt;br /&gt;You would be an excellent diplomat - or rock star!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Learning Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Little Messy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumessyquiz/messy-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't the cleanest person in the world, but you're definitely not a slob.&lt;br /&gt;You clean up when you have the time, but you're realistic about what you can get done.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you're pretty organized and tidy - though you may have a few hidden messes.&lt;br /&gt;You eventually get around to making things spotless, but you do it on your own schedule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumessyquiz/"&gt;Are You Messy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Metal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/metal.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you inspire and respect your partner.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about fusing together for one incredible life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with wit and a bit of flash.&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style is defined by making others want and value you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatness and optimism are the cornerstones of your love life.&lt;br /&gt;You may let go too easily, but you never get weighed down by your past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and another Metal element: will control and smother each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/"&gt;What Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 83% Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchsexappealdoyouhavequiz/sexy-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sex Appeal Is: Off the Charts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kisses Are Medium-Hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhotareyourkissesquiz/kiss-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses are definitely sexy, but you're not about to make anyone gasp for air.&lt;br /&gt;You take it slow and steady... and you ramp things up when you get the right signals.&lt;br /&gt;Your kissing style is adaptable and adept. And people who kiss you love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhotareyourkissesquiz/"&gt;How Hot Are Your Kisses?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all these, I realize that these test are for girls! XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-4394257874449352673?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/4394257874449352673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=4394257874449352673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4394257874449352673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4394257874449352673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-brain-is-blue-of-all-brain-types_24.html' title='Random surveys!'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-7569389843587671496</id><published>2007-07-23T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T00:20:33.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-7569389843587671496?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/7569389843587671496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=7569389843587671496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7569389843587671496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7569389843587671496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-brain-is-blue-of-all-brain-types.html' title=''/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-9049440198115843977</id><published>2007-07-21T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T02:03:23.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>More than wooorrddssss.... ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It’s even more irritating now that I STILL can’t find my USB-phone connector to transfer my latest picture! So many fun stuff happened lately! Especially at cellgroup today, we had Project Runway and the result was super cool! All the models are super hot! Hahahah… wish I can post their pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lend me your USB-phone cable again, k? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played more than words with only TWO DAYS of practice! I mean, all you musicians out there, you guys should know that this song is not easy to play! After listening to it countless times and kept on practicing, the song piece I played for my cellgroup’s Project Runaway went well. Samantha, Julette and Eileen, all of them has great voice! Seriously. I was very comfortable playing coz they sang very well! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually even though able to play the whole song (skip the final crazy solo at the end) I have yet to master it 100% as it is not played as the original. Played it my own way so that it’ll still sound nice yet easier to play. Anw…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, I had the chance to write these… this is not the complete version, though. I have my reasons. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holding back these tears, I will only smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, after today, it struck me &lt;strong&gt;of how many reasons&lt;/strong&gt; I have for me to smile. &lt;strong&gt;Of how many reasons&lt;/strong&gt; I have for me to be happy. When I think of these, I’ll &lt;strong&gt;forget&lt;/strong&gt; all about my tears and all my problems. &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; it happened the other way around too. When ever I think of my problems and sadness, it’ll just &lt;strong&gt;rob me&lt;/strong&gt; of my joy and bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;who &lt;/strong&gt;would choose water over wine? &lt;strong&gt;Who&lt;/strong&gt; would choose stones over gold? And &lt;strong&gt;who&lt;/strong&gt; would choose falling over standing? I asked myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though &lt;strong&gt;nothing &lt;/strong&gt;may erase these disquieting thoughts that linger in my head, not even time itself, I’ll choose to &lt;strong&gt;replace&lt;/strong&gt; it with thoughts of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;strong&gt;genuine smile&lt;/strong&gt;, I’ve &lt;strong&gt;shown &lt;/strong&gt;to you, the &lt;strong&gt;same smile&lt;/strong&gt; I’ve &lt;strong&gt;seen &lt;/strong&gt;from you, opened my eyes to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;better side of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you still can’t find a reason to smile, can I be the reason for a while? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For as long as it can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smilin’, friend! You never know how much joy you gave to people that saw you smile! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well friends, pardon me for the language but this is a message for my mom coz I know she’s a faithful reader of my blog too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, mom… kedengerennya duniawi. Hehehe. Cuma ya buat ngbantu temen kadang pake “bhs” mreka aja. Trus sok sok puitis dikit lah. Menambah suasana. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaahhh… really wanna post more pics inside… sigh… nothing much to say. So many things happening that I got no words to write them down. All I know is that school is starting to stress me out. But hey! Some would say life is like guitar strings, without the tension it’ll never make any sound! And tuning is frequently required to make sure we are in the right track. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NITEZ WORLD! Loooveeee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Btw, 4e4, I’m really starting to miss u guys. Didn’t hang out long that day. And Ruben, we gotta catch up, man. Cleo, sombong… Hehehe… Joalin, where are u? I wanna see u! Allz, damn hard to reach you. Bali dudes, especially Ferry n Hadi, I really wanna see u guys! And Elina n Ega, u guys in Bali? Dammit! I wanna go baaacckkk!!! =((&lt;br /&gt;Family, I’m always missing u guys. Living far from u guys feels like……. Well, I don’t know….. suddenly was reminded of a part of a song lyrics “&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I miss you… like the desert miss the rain.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-9049440198115843977?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/9049440198115843977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=9049440198115843977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/9049440198115843977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/9049440198115843977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-than-wooorrddssss.html' title='More than wooorrddssss.... ;)'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-8599698225447864255</id><published>2007-07-18T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T01:31:53.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Copy copy paste paste</title><content type='html'>Hahahahah! U know I just realized something, I can actually copy, paste and edit Erika’s and Hui Peng’s blog and it will be enough for a new blog entry of my own! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange = Erika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Purple = HP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Black = ofcoz me… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/07/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought my guitar that day! Wah, it’s amazing how only one third of the class turns up for lectures on Tuesday… hehehe… Ernie and I repented at the same day – we decided to concentrate and be serious for our PRSP! I mean, c’mon, I’ve been playing games and stuff during Vivian’s class! Hahaha… Forgive me, mom. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that day I ACTUALLY sat in front of the teacher and LISTENS and ANSWERS her question! I mean, usually to me, her questions would sound just like another gust of wind. =P&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention her tutoring. Hehehe… A BIT pain in the ears.&lt;br /&gt;But whoa! That day I was a different man, I tell u! XD&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally got a hold of JAVA quite ok… but I’m a bit blur with the basics coz those basic lessons were the ones I was not listening to. And exactly! Basics are the most important! I was not even sure what’s the use of the “curly fries”! XD&lt;br /&gt;It’s the { thing and the } thing… called it the curly fries… hmmm…. Now that I thought of it… how did that came about? X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! In class I told Vivian, “Teacher, from today onwards I will be serious in your class!”&lt;br /&gt;She goes, “Today onwards? That means you was not listening for the past one month?”&lt;br /&gt;She’s so sweet! She always smiles when she talks! XD&lt;br /&gt;So I replied, “Eh, teacher, at least I’m honest, right? =P”&lt;br /&gt;She went, “Did you come for lecture this morning?”&lt;br /&gt;I was dumbfounded… I overslept! Grrr… was so angry coz the other day I was really determined to come for the lecture! So I said, “err… hehehe… no. =P”&lt;br /&gt;And then she said, “How are you suppose to be serious from today onwards if you did not even come for the morning lecture?” still smiling sweetly!&lt;br /&gt;I said, “Ok la, serious from next week…”&lt;br /&gt;Hhehehe, but in the end I did listen in class ok. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat beside Ernie and HP in class, listening and crapping at the same time. Was really wondering why aren’t there any Indian teacher around to teach us? I mean, I LOVE their accent! It’s like, no need make any jokes they’re funny by nature if u know what I mean. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hmm… I realize I put a lot of smileys when I blog… hehehee… ok that’s random…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here comes Erika’s blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after school, went to 6219me tobs and best stayed at the entrance that area.at first tobs was just playing songs on his guitar and singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Drops of Jupiter… be-A-U-tiful song…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hp &amp; i kept requesting like he's some kinda jukebox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Exactly!! Actually is more on Erika’s side… HP was keeping quiet. Hahahha! Erika was like, eh can u play this? And just when I went to look for the chords she asked me the same sentence again, and again and again… I was half way playing a song when she asked me if I know how to play whatever song… lol…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;soon, we found ourselves singing with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(First time I heard HP sing! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nyahaha, first time eh tob.finally hearing us sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Heard Erika a bit before… =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then, from that point onwardsme &amp;amp; huipeng cant stop singing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EVEN ON THE BUS CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Yeah, set the mood for MUSICKZ… ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ohoh! &amp; the creepiest thing happened when he started to sing Hotel Californiathe lights suddenly dimmed!! as in, all of a sudden!! nyaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just HAVE to elaborate on that part! When we were at 6219, it was dim coz we didn’t turn on the light and it was getting a bit late. Then I took out my guitar and played Hotel California.&lt;br /&gt;After finish playing the intro, I went to play the pre-verse, and just when I sang the first part of the song, “On a dark desert high-way…”&lt;br /&gt;THE FRIGGIN SKY WENT DARKER! U know it’s like as if shadows consume the whole place! CREEPY! U gotta be there to know what I mean. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, afterwards we:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dined at BK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sat first, we were all so hungry we just ate nonstop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no time to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then when we were done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ALL THE CRAP CAME OUT! nyahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;laughed till our tummies &amp; jaws ached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we even retraced the reasons why we started laughing&amp;amp; laughed all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NYAHA! had fun really (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;best best best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hahaha, it was stoopid, really… all the jokes are random and was inferred from various different contrasting unconnected diverse distinctive sources… so, yeah, don’t bother to find out what… XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;after eating, hp had to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stuck with tobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Again…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;much as i tried to resist, we went to starbucks to chill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My temptations worked! Hehehehhehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we waited by the entrance for a not-too-bad spot to sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then we saw that a much nicer spot was available so we moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then we saw that the best seats were available (the 4 couches at the back, corner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and we moved again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAZELNUT JAVA CHIP IS THE LOVE! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;venti venti venti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tobie signed into my MSN with his PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and he freaking changed my PM to "MELVIN IS A GOOD KISSER!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;caught huibin's attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NYAHA! that was such a cute convo can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp; dAmn tobs dAmn, he actually told mEl to come online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It was fun ok! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the story short, I have to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh oh &amp; i just heard that, he took bus 17 all the way to the expresswayhad to take 10 to tampines and 293 homeNYAHA! when he can just take freaking bus 8!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There was no more 8! And I didn’t know where to stop when I took 17! So I was panicking when I reach the friggin expressway luh! And gotta find a bus to a place I’m more familiar with! And thank God there was bus 10 eventhough it was 12.15am already…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/07/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this for a start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;wasnt really in the mood to blog these few days. so this shall be a quick one. as i said, just go erika's blog and you will find it all there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Hahaha… well, your lives interlinked, huh? XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so in the morn I went for breakfast at BK (again) with Erika (again) and it was raining (again).&lt;br /&gt;Was a little late! Hehehe. But the rain gave me the rushing mood, u know… =P&lt;br /&gt;Bought starbuckz for our dearest HEAT member, Ah Beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How did HEAT came about? Huipeng, Erika, Amadeo and Tienbeng. ;)&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat at KFC! On the way we were talking about Ah Beng being the hottest! And then Erika shoot HP and told her that that means HP’s the least hot! But then the argument continues that actually the first and the last is the hottest, which means Ah Beng for the guy ans HP for the gal! And Erika was super uber sad luh! I wonder why she wanted to be the hot one so badly. If you are, you are! If you are not, then too bad. XD&lt;br /&gt;But HEAT’s HAWWTT!! Walk thru the rain and can see all the steam come out. Before touching us the water vaporizes. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i guess its the aftereffect of yesterday madness. too much laughter alr. its was damn cute uh. we went for SAS makeup lecture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;after lesson is over and mr jerry ang was late for more than fifteen min uh.&lt;/span&gt; (almost 40mins actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we were getting so bored and then surin suddenly started the 'shooting game' its DAMN FUNNY UH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(U know I find it super uber lame… hahaha! U gotta see them to know it, man. Back to good ol’ kindergarten times!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CUTE! i didnt know the seats in lt can be so fun. hahas :P&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is, after jerry ang came, we LEFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Hahahah! Yeah! That was the best! He was busy fixing the comp and since he placed his specs on his forehead, we figure that he wont be able to see us! So we just went out and slacked outside! Hahaha! I think only… six? People were left inside, rotting to death listening to him. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and we just sat outside fbi lab wasiting time uh. and all the crap just starts to come out. me and best got addicted to the shooting game and start to act paranoid, pretending to shoot everyone who walked past. craziness just got over us today. HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh, call 911…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh then best left so me and tob.&lt;/span&gt; (Opportunity cost 1K%! XD)&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time a lot happened which I don't think the girls would like me to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;Drank Mango smoothies, ate my sugar donuts, listen to oldies love songs and sing along, took some picture, showed SOMEONE's picture... XD&lt;br /&gt;And the best part was HP: oh shit... shit, shit, shit...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!!! Natural reaction, huh? (Those that want to know details, please contact me personally or sign up to be a premium member of this blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we went to the lib cause tob need the powerpoint. and we came across this website in a magazine. its damn funny n lame uh! you'll have a good laugh when you are bored. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dying here is strictly prohibited. Those who committed suicide will be severly punished.&lt;br /&gt;Please donate to help the handicrapped&lt;/span&gt; (I didn’t know crap can be handy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;welcome to the coffin (coffee) shop&lt;/span&gt; (this one OWNS! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sorry for the unconvinced (inconvenience.&lt;/span&gt; XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HP, u forgot about the adult section:&lt;br /&gt;Chewing cum&lt;br /&gt;Cock cola&lt;br /&gt;****ing’tosh (with the Apple sign XD)&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://www.engrish.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;after that tob sent me home cause he claims have to wait till its dark to tell the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THE story!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah! That was the highlight of my day, I tell u… coz I was planning to scare HP just as I scared Erika. But since I tried it out on Erika first, I decided to make a better setting, a better mood and a better story for HP.&lt;br /&gt;After the laughing mood after reading the stoopid engrish stuff, I decided to turn over the whole mood to spine-chilling. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Talked about ghost stories all the way from school til her bus stop. Went to sit near a dim deserted playground, and that’s when the grand finale begun. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i swear that really freaked me out luh tob! “he was waiting FOR YOU!” wth! the mood just add on to it luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll have a good night sleep tonight. NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not telling u guys the story coz I’m gonna tell it on our class chalet! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL! Nothing much! OH! I wanted to post more pics but I can't find the cable that connects my phone to the comp... sigh... pray that I'll find it ok. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NITEZ WORLD! 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Omg omg… I really thank God he gave people the wisdom to create such beautiful and wonderful thing… XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I’m getting fatter. I know you’re reading this, mom. Tell the family that I’m healthy now! Hahaha… coz now I wont have the chance to skip meals anymore… school has a lot of foods! I think I’m eating more than I am supposed to… hahaha… coz I spend a lot on foods…&lt;br /&gt;Anw, holidays will surely make me skinnier again. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldies songs! Omg omg… I don’t know why but I just kept on listening to them nowadays… it’s coz my dad gave me his MP3 and inside he got all those songs that they use to sing when I was less than ten years old I guess… hahaha… it’s cool! They’re sexy and they’re awesome. Can give me the mood for looveee… XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar! Omg omg… I don’t know why but lately I’ve been learning a lot of new songs… I mean, I’m a bassist, not a guitarist! Hahaha… but oh wells, I love my guitar and I do enjoy playing guitar. It made me happy and can make my friends happy too! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey btw, lately I’ve been lovin’ the song Hotel California. But as all of u may heard of, it is said to be a satanic song. Well, I can’t really deny the possibility coz it’s proven that if u play the song backwards u can hear here and there something about satan… but personally I don’t find it wrong to play the song coz I am not playing it for satan or anything, right? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t know but no one can deny that it’s a nice song! And the lyrics are definitely not satanic… well, maybe a little bit creepy in a sense… =P&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, this can be a good argument… let me know what you think… ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 – Today’s not really the day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up not so early, and just when I was leaving for school, it rains heavily… =\&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have an umbrella for goodness sake… so I waited a while for the rain to subside a little bit and ran to the nearest mama shop. Bought an umbrella for friggin’ five buckz… could’ve bought me ten sugar doughnuts… X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reach school and met Ah Beng outside school building. When we went in, the went to the toilet and said. “eh you go ahead first, I wanna style hair, very long one…”&lt;br /&gt;So I was like, “nvm la I wait for u…”&lt;br /&gt;He go, “no, no, very long, u go first.” With that cheeky face of his.&lt;br /&gt;I was convinced when I missed one elevator and he was not done yet. So I went to class and it has started for like half an hour! I went in and I was blur! I don’t even have the friggin’ lecture notes! And my head went spinning a bit, don’t know why, and I just can’t focus and it gave me a really bad mood…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for about the next half an hour I was really down with bad mood… but then mr.Oh gave us a ten minutes break so I was the first to went down and buy some sugar doughnuts and chocolate milk. It was amazing coz when I finished them, I felt so much better! And my bad mood was gone. Hahaha! Maybe I was just hungry all the while… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the lesson continues I got my focus back and the lesson became a lot clearer. Well, BBFin quiz today and I’m really SeCeReWed… XD&lt;br /&gt;The notes printed and photocopied was totally a waste of paper and cost me so much of my brain cells without giving me any useful information! It was so un-cool, man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, it’s over… and not to mention I was actually very, very seriously studying for only the last 30 mins before the paper… hehehe… thank goodness my “goddess” was there to guide also… XD&lt;br /&gt;Hey! And I thought I got THREE As! Why was my name not on the screen?? Man, I need clarification… =\&lt;br /&gt;And I got 95% for my PRSP term test! Just like Christine! But why was our name not there?? Is it term test only or overall? Hmmm…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 – Pizzafornication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe how hard it is to have a chance to eat Pizza Hut! Gaaahh… Hui Peng and I had been craving for it but it seems like I’m the worse case… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so at first I pointed to Pizza Hut a couple of times to Erika every time she asked me where I wanna eat. But she gave me that look and said, “Why pizza hut?” I felt like answering, “Coz I want to eat there!” but decided that it’s better to gave in. Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That scene happened about twice. Just when I thought that I was the only one that wanted to eat there, the following day I was out to TM and was around Erika and HP, suddenly HP mentioned that she wanna eat at Pizza Hut! And I was like, “See Erika? I’m not the only one!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what… we planned to have Pizza Hut on Thursday (12/07/07) when we are supposed to watch Harry Potter. But obviously when there’s a chance to get my hands on Pizza Hut earlier, I’ll take it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to TM (countless times this month) and was very tempted to eat there, but we’re like, ok, stick to the plan, Thursday. The next opportunity was when we went to watch Die Hard 4.0. for the second time! Mel, Erika, HP and I are supposed to watch again to accompany “the class” which in this case Ah Beng and Zhi Yuan… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the two love birds (you know who) sold their tickets and went their own way. So left the four of us! We are supposed to eat Pizza after the movie, but HP suddenly need to go back and she said four people only not fun luh… so okay, it sux, but what to do? All the reasons are pretty valid. Or at least I tried very hard to convince myself that those reasons are very good reasons… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now check this out, today, Wednesday, eleventh of July two thousand and seven, we went to watch Harry even though it’s a minute change. So HP and I was like, finally! Pizza Hut will come true! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turns out to be another wistful thinking coz “the class” which in this case Ernie, Ash, Beng, Mel, Al, Erika, can’t agree on eating Pizza Hut… and if you know HP, she’s really an “anything” gal… anything also anything, so she don’t mind not eating there no matter how much she craves for Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa I was upset, man… I don’t freaking care showing my ego there and then. It was just such a cheat on my feeling! Even when I told my self I can’t get upset coz I can’t control their decision and I have to understand if they disagree coz they weren’t informed about eating at Pizza Hut earlier, it just wont help me at that point of time… really sux to the core…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells… the day will come… =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4 – What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this post is getting pretty long… hehehehe… actually I have a lot to talk about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday, 10/07/07, I was with Erika til like 10 at school doin some studies and projects. She was so kind to buy bubble tea while I sit there relax doin my work… hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;But afterwards something super silly happened – Erika became a total paranoid! She told me all these stuff when she heard an airplane passing by, she thought to herself what if the plane crashes to her house? Will she duck? Or jump? XD&lt;br /&gt;And she went “what if someone right now is targeting me trying to shoot me? Eh you never know eh!”&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe Melvin is a serial killer, that explains why he’s so nice to me! Eh you never know eh!”&lt;br /&gt;“What if Ashwin is actually a kidnapper? Eh you never know eh!”&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha, some may not be accurate coz it was so dumb, I was not really keen enough to waste my memory space remembering all the stuff she said.&lt;br /&gt;“What if the bus I went on later got crashed? Eh you never know eh!”&lt;br /&gt;Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! Eh you never know eh! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I saved myself from those odd moments by starting a creepy mood. I do all sorts of funny stuff and said all sorts of “scary” stuffs and make her scream and scream. Hahaha! Not to mention the “grand finale”, the “ghost story”… XD&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect ending, man. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got the same ticket seat number for three times! First one was theater 3, die hard, theater 4, die hard again, theater 5, harry potter… all of them at seat D8! Unplanned and different days… and HP had all of them at D7! It was cool luh… XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm… more interesting stuffs took place. But due to the high traffic of scenes passing thru my brain, I can’t really catch those moments. And not to mention that at this time my brain battery needs to hibernate soon. So before the whole system collapse, I shall take the initiative of terminating this blogging thing and give my self a break. Hehehee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NITEZ WORLD! TAKE CARE! LOVE YA’LL!! Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-4480400027006679701?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/4480400027006679701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=4480400027006679701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4480400027006679701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4480400027006679701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/07/lenghty-post.html' title='The Lenghty Post'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-2118543028466037189</id><published>2007-07-09T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:44:00.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Well....... =)</title><content type='html'>Let’s see what’s new… Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with 4E4 on Saturday after church! Was damn happy to see them! And Shirley was in town! Hehehe… leaving to Indo on Monday, though… Hope to see u soon again someday k! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t get to spend much time with them, though, coz I was friggin hungry. So I went to eat at lagoon with Ruben and his cousin, Samuel…&lt;br /&gt;Pampered myself with two bowls of rice, a ten dollars worth of stingray, nine sticks of chicken satay, a big coconut and a glass of bandung… Total cost: 20 Singapore dollars…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sunday, woke up late and met up with Cleo and Stephen at Bugis to buy Cliff a birthday present… He’s 13 this year… I think… hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;Got him a new bag, two shirts, one long sleeve and a cross necklace. Hope u like them, Cliff! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards went to Cleo’s house for the party… but more like jamming session… Hahaha! Played some songs with uncle Randy (Cleo’s dad) and Stephen. Both of them are damn good guitarist… sigh… I’ll stick to my bass… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After jamming with them we celebrate his birthday, gave him the present and ordered KFC… I ate FOUR pieces… Hey I’m not greedy okay, there’s still a lot left so I’m just helping not to waste food… hehehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards me and Stephen jammed some random songs all the way til TWELVE THIRTY! Totally lost track of time, man! I was kinda’ sad coz then I gotta spend some bucks on cab. But oh well, I was really happy I got to jam with him! He’s fun to jam with… Good one today, bro! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I’m at home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s talk about other stuff…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams! Yes… exams… hehehe… got three As, one B and one C… that C really hurt’s, man. =P&lt;br /&gt;But honestly I really thank God for my results! I can’t say that I’ve put in my best coz I was plainly playing throughout exam period and rushing thru the studies last minute. But oh well, I really, really gotta do better next time around.&lt;br /&gt;And it struck me how important projects are. They carry so many marks! Don’t worry team mates, I know I’m lazy, but I’ll get my job done! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, I love school. Well, NOT lectures and projects… but the friends there and the environment. I can stay in school til late at night and I still don’t wanna leave. Friends are simply nice people to hang around with. People in poly are much more mature and they’re not as bitchy and hypocrite as some secondary peeps are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But u know, culture difference can be pretty “cool” sometimes… Singaporeans are really conservative people if you wanna compare to most people out there… Hahhaa…&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s a bit random I know… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why but Singapore seriously need to brush up on customer service. They are plainly rude people, if u know what I mean. Well, forget about those high class restaurants and hotels, the people there are trained to be polite… but out there on other “normal” shops or food court or whatever, it’s hard to find good service! All they seem to care about is money and time… fast and done can already... no need happiness or satisfaction… or, maybe money and time IS their happiness and satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not to stereotype or anything… maybe I’ll put it as SOME Singaporeans… Anw, some of u might get it, some might not coz u’ve been staying in Singapore for as long as u can remember… hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, you wont believe how much things I wanna say but I simply… hold back… sigh… I think forget it… take good care my friends. Love u all… =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-2118543028466037189?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2118543028466037189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=2118543028466037189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2118543028466037189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2118543028466037189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/07/well.html' title='Well....... =)'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-7603850051812751410</id><published>2007-07-04T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:40:52.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Fun With C185</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps. Welcome back! Heheehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, this time it's gonna be brief, but with more pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went for Milk Run. It was a waste of time and we came back empty handed. The only good thing was I got a chance to hang out with my class. And as usual "disturb" HP... Hehehehe... I think she's immune already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So! this is how we start! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083009319098492578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop6C3bdpqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hjJGaQHyrkg/s320/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On the journey there, the girls somehow just look like beggars.... seriously... XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these two...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Ropbu3bdpgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/d_5VsYwF7Fs/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083009319098492594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop6C3bdprI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vx6V3UD17jc/s320/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt; They like no life la... non-stop SMS sia... can make their own 24/7 hotline already. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part was when I SMSed HP, she didn't even reply me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I wrote a short "poem":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I don't see you, my world is black and white…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I don’t talk to you, my mouth paralyzes…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I can’t feel your touch, I feel like a statue without feelings…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don’t reply my SMS, my heart is torn into a million pieces…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you take this broken heart and mend it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha! I know! It's super-uber cheesy! All along I got no reply coz she was right in front of me… X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, afterwards she send me this SMS about she only SMS to a person that is special. It is suppose to be a very sweet SMS that made you feel special, but in this scenario’s context, she made it sound as if I’m not special at all therefore I am not worthy of her SMS! Hahaha. It’s stoopid la, so, yeah… =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083009323393459906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop6DHbdpsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LJsoOuuSJaI/s320/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... once a sicko always a sicko... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to The Cathay after the run! We stopped by at ADIDAS to check some stuff and here’s what we got:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Ropbu3bdphI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DGiTpHlNohQ/s1600-h/DSC00736.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083010573228943074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop7L3bdpuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1ZV0T3JKG_U/s320/DSC00736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A suspicious looking Anakin! So wee took a closer look: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083009323393459922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop6DHbdptI/AAAAAAAAAOc/AOnacGOhBMw/s320/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh… It’s only Ashwin with his next-on-the-shopping-list sweater. Nice one man! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop was Yoshinoya. Well, it a pretty long story, about how we ended up there, and I’m not keen enough to elaborate more on it. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know was I am not full at all after the meal there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083010573228943090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop7L3bdpvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/J78suyvYpqw/s320/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that marks the end of the day. Can't really recall what happened after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I remember! Starbuckz! Hehehehe... And Mr.Erny bought his second-best amplifier coz his first-best amp shop was closed and he was too anxious to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, those part at Starbuckz are confidential due to the non-closure agreement I had with my buddies. Hehehehe… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next day! Today! Our movie day! Started out with a fine “half of the class missed first lecture” event… followed by the undefeated favorite “no listening in class” and “do your own stuff until you happy” act… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afterwards we went to Biz Park and these are the highlights: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Parents are advised to supervise your children under 14 years old. It will be to my utmost regret if your sons became… ehem… *cough* Gay *cough*… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083010577523910402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop7MHbdpwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/M9retcfGuQU/s320/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083012703532721970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop9H3bdpzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/SF03ZSPZNpk/s320/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083010581818877714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop7MXbdpxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2egVLFZz2J4/s320/DSC00745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083010581818877730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop7MXbdpyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EBIIH3zZ1_c/s320/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;***A reasonable amount of more explicit pictures have been removed due to the heavy consideration of the high number of children under 14 years old viewing this blog daily. Thank You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083013270468405122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop9o3bdp4I/AAAAAAAAAP0/xfkHIQhj30I/s320/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Ah Beng...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng is cute…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng likes to look at the mirror…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng LOVES to look at the mirror…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng took pictures of himself – &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even videos, to see how nice his hair is…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Beng is… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083012707827689298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop9IHbdp1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/QLM4d38eaLE/s320/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083009314803525266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop6CnbdppI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Swg2AbQAWao/s320/BENG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WEARING HIS SHIRT THE WRONG SIDE! XD&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha! It was hilarious… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANW! This is a special photo shoot taken by a professional paparazzi &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopbvHbdpiI/AAAAAAAAANE/4-JlAO51jjQ/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopbvHbdpjI/AAAAAAAAANM/it0IDDKb-2U/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopJA3bdpQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/AlunTPvo1iM/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GUESS WHOOO!!??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083012712122656610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop9IXbdp2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/juHgle5WEps/s320/DSC00753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehehe don't kill me, best... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the journey continues…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083012712122656626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop9IXbdp3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/loEMoT94ZrU/s320/DSC00758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we reached Century Square and went to watch TRANSFORMERS! It was deadly cool! My gosh, the movie made me go all:&lt;br /&gt;“WOOO!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Wooowww!!”&lt;br /&gt;“EH!!”&lt;br /&gt;“WAH!!”&lt;br /&gt;“LOL!!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great show man, seriously… well, what impressed me the most is the super-uber detailed animation of the robots transforming! I can’t imagine how much time and effort are put into those animations! I seriously gotta consider working in such things, man… but yeah, gotta start listening to JAVA classes, eh? XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so I went home after the movies and saw this pic I took: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083012707827689282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop9IHbdp0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/dVBV8lfRwGw/s320/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks cool! So why not make it cooler! And just happen that I have a lot of his pictures! Hahhaha... This is how it ends up: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083013283353307042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 462px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="367" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop9pnbdp6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/oGRsIVLhmhU/s320/MEL!!!.jpg" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He made a very funny comment: "I can't believe you actually decorated the whole toilet door!" And I was like, oh yaaa... Hhahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you guys are wondering what's those pics, those are "posters"... It read "ROCK STAR" for the year 2001 to 2006... This whole thing is 2007 itself. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I love the one on the top right hand corner! XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopJBXbdpRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/KqtfDnVD5g0/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopJBnbdpTI/AAAAAAAAALM/asFpjHLAAdc/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopbTXbdpdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4TnuiJaB_SY/s1600-h/DSC00759.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopbTnbdpeI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Efl3Wv27zg4/s1600-h/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To end off my blog entry that I re-write due to my stoopid internet breakdown, this is the picture of the day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083013274763372434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop9pHbdp5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/y_m61695xPM/s320/DSC00760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about you, but I personally find having the idea of a robber getting inside your toilet cubical, says hi to you and took all your belongings is kinda lame. XD&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopIUnbdpMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/fg793AAUcFs/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopIUnbdpNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/AVDEoVZLe_I/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopIU3bdpOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rZw6JlOABHk/s1600-h/DSC00736.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopIVHbdpPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/x6c72WJTinY/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopLFHbdpVI/AAAAAAAAALc/SQVUGTJm2L0/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopLFXbdpWI/AAAAAAAAALk/Gkv31gjdd44/s1600-h/DSC00753.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopLFXbdpXI/AAAAAAAAALs/JEZvrjEkPqY/s1600-h/DSC00754.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RopLFXbdpYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ivB8_4heAbA/s1600-h/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world! And as a tribute to someone that loves the following line, take care! =)&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/5172727532829788375-7603850051812751410?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/7603850051812751410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=7603850051812751410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7603850051812751410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7603850051812751410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-peeps.html' title='Fun With C185'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rop6C3bdpqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hjJGaQHyrkg/s72-c/DSC00730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172727532829788375.post-1042100911364202388</id><published>2007-07-01T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:40:56.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>30-06-07</title><content type='html'>Hahahha... You know, I wanted to talk about my whole first week of school, but it's just kinda' messed up la. So I don't really think I want the whole world to know how many lectures I've missed, how many hours I did not slept on monday-tuesday, how many times I'm late for classes and how many crap I came out with. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just like what Hui Peng said on her blog, if you wanna know what happened the last one week u can go to Erika's blog. Although it's not that detailed but you'll get the rough idea of how we wated our time. XD&lt;br /&gt;She's my classmate who is pretty thick skin also la. First one that I've heard to say "laugh my cute little ass off" It made me go... 0_o... okay...&lt;br /&gt;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naah! Erika's a good friend of mine! So I wont spam her! Hehehehe... maybe not yet la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw! I wasted my Saturday this week and it made me really upset! But oh wells, at least I get to spend time with half of my cute little class... ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin the day with, we have a proof that actually the guy that claims to be gay might not be gay at all in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081901939090629650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaK43bdpBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TyirEqNu3xQ/s320/DSC00708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't shy laaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLtnbdpFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sCcegvc3HaY/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081902845328729170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLtnbdpFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sCcegvc3HaY/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards at cofeebean, we discovered a very interesting drink. We gathered at a table and surrounding it, we analyze it from every single angle possible, trying to figure out it's true identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLGHbdpCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NA0S9RxFIFs/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081902166723896354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLGHbdpCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NA0S9RxFIFs/s320/DSC00711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLGHbdpDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/upPTIuYqUpA/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081902166723896370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLGHbdpDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/upPTIuYqUpA/s320/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we discovered that it was actually just a drink that Ernie bought at cofeebean and is red in colour together with green straw, we lift the drink up and worshipped it! Red-Drink-With-Green-Straw-Cult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLGXbdpEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GYwlWjDwkR8/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081902171018863682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLGXbdpEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GYwlWjDwkR8/s320/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***The exotic scene of Ernie and Zhi Yuan having romantic moments are not posted due to explicit content. As children under 18 have access to view this blog, it is best to not to publish it. Anyone interested with further information on this gay affair may contact Ernie personally. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say HI to Hui Bin! Nice hair cut! ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081902845328729186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLtnbdpGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DxGcOaQ3usY/s320/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;***The next three pictures depicts the kind of united stupidity the girls of C185 is totally capable of. X)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't flame me, ok girls? =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLt3bdpHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JSSUW9hD1_4/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081902849623696498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLt3bdpHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/JSSUW9hD1_4/s320/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLuHbdpII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/npMf4xGz6qI/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081902853918663810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLuHbdpII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/npMf4xGz6qI/s320/DSC00722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLuHbdpJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nLdVwQo87Vg/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081902853918663826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaLuHbdpJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nLdVwQo87Vg/s320/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They're doing this at City Hall... CITY HALL!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anw...&lt;br /&gt;When you view the next two pictures, bear in mind that other more explicit pictures have been removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaL_3bdpKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tVOL7mBAaF4/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081903158861341858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaL_3bdpKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tVOL7mBAaF4/s320/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaMAHbdpLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XbBtyvmzhjY/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081903163156309170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaMAHbdpLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XbBtyvmzhjY/s320/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what's the moral of the story? Zhi Yuan still prefer guys than girls. X)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Ernie turns out to be A BIT gay also la... Rock on bro... XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh... After all that I went to meet my aunt at Kinokuniya and went to eat thai food at Taka. It was super delicious! I mean, the foods are sexy, babe! They are exotic fine foods, man! Hahaha. It was very nice. Period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well... Nothing much to say. Very sleepy. Nitez world! X)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-1042100911364202388?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/1042100911364202388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=1042100911364202388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/1042100911364202388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/1042100911364202388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/07/30-06-07.html' title='30-06-07'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RoaK43bdpBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TyirEqNu3xQ/s72-c/DSC00708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172727532829788375.post-3697567768390813421</id><published>2007-06-21T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T19:13:48.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Hello. X)</title><content type='html'>Whoa! The world of games can literally eat people! Phew…&lt;br /&gt;Been playing Granado Espada non stop! Hahaha… And also KoC and Tribal Wars online… These three games are the highlight of my holidays! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw… Nothing much lately. Hmmm… Let’s see…. I need to buy gifts for someone’s b’day… I need to think of something sweet to say for another one’s b’day… I need to find a good job, most prob giving tuition. And then I have to pay all the sins that I’ve done to my stomach for not feeding it well! Hahaha! Well, tmr I’m off to steamboat with my cellgroup! Time to eat up I guess.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really thinking of buying myself specs… and this is not the first time I mentioned it I know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw! Lets talk about games.&lt;br /&gt;For me, games can really distract me from any feelings of being troubled or any unsettled thoughts! But it also gave me no progress in life. Hahaha! I mean, I could’ve used my time for something a lot, I mean A LOT better. I know that! But that’s why I told you that games can really EAT someone. I’m a victim, I confess. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… but thinking about it, anything can eat you up! Anything excessive and anything you’re addicted to! Well, it might not be anything bad at all! Work… Studies… even eating can eat u up! Hahaha. Well basically u know what I mean… ;)&lt;br /&gt;Like what I’ve always been thought… BALANCE is the most important…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say. Hahaha! Bye world! God Bless! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-3697567768390813421?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/3697567768390813421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=3697567768390813421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/3697567768390813421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/3697567768390813421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-x.html' title='Hello. X)'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-8675354349634893960</id><published>2007-06-14T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:26:58.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Til Today</title><content type='html'>Well, some say one of the ways not to be drifted into your deep thoughts is by thinking about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start from Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 2am and woke up at 8 plus.  I was supposed to be in school by 9am for the PACESetters “second interview”. Why I put inverted commas? Coz it feels more like an orientation to me. Hahaha. It was just a time of fun and meeting new friends. Well, they say that it’s some kinda’ interview coz they’ll be looking at our leadership skills and teamwork. Well, I guess it went pretty well and I enjoyed myself. Met new cool n fun friends too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged myself out of the bed and left house around 8.50am and reached school somewhere around 9.03am… thank God they weren’t that strict. For all I know they may not accept me for even being one minute late! I was terrified by the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I went back home, Jin Sheng called me and asked me if I can pass him my bass. He needs it for a tryout at the Children Church. All the best to you bro! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly I was reluctant to lend my bass to anybody, coz I did so to one of my friend that was having a competition and when I had it back, behold there was horrible scratches on one part of my bass. He told me he didn’t know how it happened. All I know was that my bass didn’t have those before I lend it to him. Well, I’m not angry or anything, but it just came to me that no other people can love my stuffs as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried with me the bra and the long skirt that I used for the belly dancing skit and went to the dry cleaning at Tampinese Mall. It cost FORTY friggin’ bucks. Called Ashwin and he said nvm la, just pay, we’ll divide the cost among the group member. Hahaha. Oh well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journeyed back to school and waited for Cleo to finish her dance class. She said she’ll be out by 7.30. I reached school at 7.20 and waited… waited… waited… smsed her at 8 and her reply made me damn pissed and I just wanted to go home and forget about meeting her. But well, I kept my cool and she finally came out at 8.40. At least she said sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bedok to we ate our dinner there and talked about some stuffs. Just catch up and chat about things. Broke one part of my sandals too. I was very sad but I glued it together already. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After aunt May sent me home I went online, played a couple of songs and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early and met Ruben at his place. Chill around and play some songs before we went to eat roast pork nearby at 11am. Went to cut hair at super cuts. We had a deal of cutting for two person at a price of one. It’s Singtel’s subscriber’s birthday gift thingy la…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my classmates at school around 2pm. Just chill there, played the guitar, chat around and stuff. We were planning to go watch movie though, but after I received sms from my grandma, I thought to myself, forget it la. So I went home and my friends went to watch fantastic 4. it was around 5pm. I hated it when stuffs went wrong all of a sudden like this. So I just went to bed and forget about all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9pm and read a couple of smses. One of them were from Cleo and she said “Tob, kol me.”. It was sent 6.40 pm. So I went to call her and she said they were celebrating Ruben’s, Clive’s and Phoebe’s b’day at her house and she asked me why did I not call? So I said I was asleep and asked her the same question, why didn’t she call me? She said she thought I was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don’t want to elaborate on how I took it, but basically yesterday was not my day. Hahaha. So I got changed to my singlet and shorts and went outside with my laptop to have dinner nearby. I went online and loaded some anime to watch at home. But the laptop’s batt was low and so I gotta leave the place and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The connection got worse at home so I gave up loading animes…  so I just went and installed Red Alert 2 and start playing a few missions. Afterwards I checked the connection once again and this time it was good! So I went to crunchyroll.com again and loaded the animes. It worked very well! Watched til episode 6 of the anime and went to bed at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday/Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 1pm and went to school to pass Vivian my extra earpiece. The one that she had was half spoiled (as in, only one side of the earpiece can produce any sound) and just happens that I have two extra. Lend her four of my anime and games songs too. Oh btw, Vivian is a girl I met during the PACESetters 2nd interview. She’s a fun girl to be with. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Bedok and had my lunch at 2.50pm. Went to City Hall and reach around 3.30. Went to Raffles Hotel and they said that I’ll need to come back on the 28th for the job interview. I was informed that I can go straight ahead but looks like things didn’t go the way I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to check out banquet. Called them and said they’ll be open til 4.30 for part-time job application. Reached at 4 at the friggin’ guard told me that they’re closed. Went to call the lady again and she said, oh, please come back tomorrow or any other weekdays, today we’re closed coz I’ll be having a meeting later on…. Total waste of time la….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I’m lazing around at Marina Square starbuckz writing this long entry. This is boring man… I’m gonna make a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!&lt;br /&gt;I went to pasir ris to settle some stuffs and now I’m at home! I played Red Alert for about two hours at Marina Square Starbuckz just now. Hahaha. It was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, there’s nothing interesting to write this time around. Wanted to write another… nvm. Hahaha. GNITE WORLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-8675354349634893960?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/8675354349634893960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=8675354349634893960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/8675354349634893960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/8675354349634893960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/06/tuesday-til-today.html' title='Tuesday Til Today'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-8193911645546976723</id><published>2007-06-10T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:41:00.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>More Picz!</title><content type='html'>Heyheyz! TIme for more picz! Enjoy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074372756429628978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvLIwToZjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ka9ad-apWbQ/s320/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, Erika's holding Sky's head and Hui Peng's head is also on the table. Ewww... Early Halloween...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvLIwToZkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z1AOrNDx0Og/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074372756429628994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvLIwToZkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z1AOrNDx0Og/s320/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't ask me, I have no idea what he's doing... =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvLJAToZlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-b868HX6sho/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074372760724596306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvLJAToZlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-b868HX6sho/s320/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such a romantic evening for two pairs of lovebirds... X)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvLJAToZmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ArhK4bmkEh0/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074372760724596322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvLJAToZmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ArhK4bmkEh0/s320/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing a love letter to someone beside you can be a bit romantic also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvKWwToZeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Kq2hRIE5ooM/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074371897436169698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvKWwToZeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Kq2hRIE5ooM/s320/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop, laptop, laptop, bag, laptop... I wonder if Yi Zhi's bag's actually a monitor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvKWwToZfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7S84uBHlFOQ/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074371897436169714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvKWwToZfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7S84uBHlFOQ/s320/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Illusions of studies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvKWwToZgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CAzH12ZtKTs/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074371897436169730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvKWwToZgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CAzH12ZtKTs/s320/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yi Zhi's winning! Beng: "Aiya, give chance la." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvKXAToZhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/A79xM17WpG4/s1600-h/DSC00507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074371901731137042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvKXAToZhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/A79xM17WpG4/s320/DSC00507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The enlightened one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvKXAToZiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TTmw_8UN8YA/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074371901731137058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvKXAToZiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TTmw_8UN8YA/s320/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spotlight on Hui Peng! Woot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJlwToZZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RtkO8BqMH-M/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074371055622579602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJlwToZZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RtkO8BqMH-M/s320/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin' on the floor just outside class... how better can it get, man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJmAToZaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/p0I7upy45aY/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074371059917546914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJmAToZaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/p0I7upy45aY/s320/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mel: "How dare him kick me out of class?!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJmAToZbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vJ14jjdqIfs/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074371059917546930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJmAToZbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vJ14jjdqIfs/s320/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoa, this is somewhat a bit scary la... =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJmAToZcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XEYeZCd3Rbs/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074371059917546946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJmAToZcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XEYeZCd3Rbs/s320/DSC00294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"When our eyes meet." XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJmQToZdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Eb2BBNXRwYA/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074371064212514258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJmQToZdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Eb2BBNXRwYA/s320/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depicts the hardwork of FBI C185 students.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJBAToZUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6UeSdRbj5fc/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074370424262387010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJBAToZUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6UeSdRbj5fc/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guy who claims to be the nipple-pinching a bit tanned INTSU President: "DIE!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ernie: "Yay! Guitar!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJBQToZVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LFQRHqVJUb0/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074370428557354322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJBQToZVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LFQRHqVJUb0/s320/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alvin's wondering how the part below the blue shirt looks like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJBQToZWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1PYKyvc0l6s/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074370428557354338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJBQToZWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1PYKyvc0l6s/s320/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah Beng's school uniform. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJBgToZXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/K3sYWimtMc0/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074370432852321650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJBgToZXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/K3sYWimtMc0/s320/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking to the horizon. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJBgToZYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LsvkekWkbgg/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074370432852321666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvJBgToZYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LsvkekWkbgg/s320/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sick guy. You notice he's holding something with his left hand??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvIGAToZTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/umwuN4Yi9W4/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074369410650105138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvIGAToZTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/umwuN4Yi9W4/s320/DSC00639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academy award winner for Best Picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-8193911645546976723?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/8193911645546976723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=8193911645546976723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/8193911645546976723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/8193911645546976723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-picz.html' title='More Picz!'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RmvLIwToZjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ka9ad-apWbQ/s72-c/DSC00347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172727532829788375.post-7802697700879794620</id><published>2007-06-10T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:53:32.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Update!!</title><content type='html'>By request of the pretty and sexy Piao Xue, I shall update! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know what? I got so much I wanna say that I don’t know where to start! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe lets talk about some highlights of the last one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERM TEST CHEATED MY FEELINGS! My gosh, I can’t believe how unreasonably inconsiderate the term test is… I have feelings also ok!? And term test hurt me big time. So in-human. U see, the first day I was feeling happy coz the paper was not bad. Second day I got really exited coz I know how to do the whole thing. Third day I was like, “shit…” Fourth day I went, “damn it…” Final day it made me go, “***CENSORED***”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh… oh well… it’s over now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards my class went for a class outing. We went east coast! It was a great day! Afterwards we played pool. And I went on my knees in front of Hui Peng and asked her, “Hui Peng, will u be my girlfriend?” And she was like stunned and laughing and like, what the? But in the end she just said, “no”.&lt;br /&gt;Then I act damn sad la. Got rejected sia. Then after a few hits at the pool table, I went back to kneel infront of Hui Peng, but this time Erika said, “eh say loudly la!”&lt;br /&gt;So I was like, “HUI PEENGG!!”&lt;br /&gt;And her reaction damn cute la. She was like covering her ears and just went “waaaa!!” XD&lt;br /&gt;The second time and third time she did the same reaction every time I shout her name. Hahaha. It was enjoyment to the soul, I tell u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now’s school holidays… don’t have much plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told you, so much to say I don’t know what to write. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, It’s a very sad feeling when the only one that really knows who I am starts to get pretty far away from me. Not really physically far away, if u know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;I still find it very hard to really open up. I don’t want sympathy, but I want to have friends that can see me inside out. But well, maybe the problem is also me myself. How can I get one when I don’t even wanna be open? Hahaha, silly, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm… I wonder how many people wanted the same thing I want but face the same problem I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracking lame jokes, being irritating at times, being loud and do funny stuffs, it’s fun – just things I do to distract myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun rises on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Light shines in from my window&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of a good reason&lt;br /&gt;Why had you become my shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock ticks and the day moves on&lt;br /&gt;But it was silence I was dwelling on&lt;br /&gt;As conversations went and passed me by&lt;br /&gt;With your whispers so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening came and the stars filled the sky&lt;br /&gt;The winds blew and the trees swayOpening my hands outstretched&lt;br /&gt;Longing for your hands untouched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories as a poem I write&lt;br /&gt;Written on the pages of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Stories only my soul can recite&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem I just wrote for anonymous written out of an inspiration. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-7802697700879794620?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/7802697700879794620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=7802697700879794620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7802697700879794620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7802697700879794620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/06/update.html' title='Update!!'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-6258767484575677760</id><published>2007-05-18T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:37:58.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>One Eight Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my class! FBI C185 ROX TO THE MAXXX! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had CCN day, Campus Care Network. We sell things for charity. My class sold this pre-made bubble tea and milo-dino. Made about 90 dollars net profit after tax. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around chanting “Milo Dinosaur, Milo Dinosaur, woot!” Hahaha… and “Bubble Bubble Tea, Bubble Bubble Tea, woot!”. It’s a total act of attracting attention la. And guess what – it worked! Hahaha. We sold everything. I think it started out with Surin and I forgot who chanting this cheer near our stall. Hahaha. We owe u girls one! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie, my class rep, worked very hard in managing and leading this whole thing. And he did very well! Hahaha. Remembering all the unfruitful discussions and stupid ideas, we finally proved to ourselves that we can achieve what we planned! Well, it may look small, but every big things start small, don’t you agree? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk more about my class for those that doesn’t know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My care person, or so-called form teacher is Ms.Grace Yap. Personally, I find her to be quite a cool lady that is very respectable. Our favorite teacher is Mr.Chew! He’s so cute! Hahaha. He’s a very nice teacher and a very cheerful, kind-hearted person. But I know we made him a bit unhappy today coz mot a single one of us did the assignment he gave us coz we were confused with so many tasks at hand and planning of the CCN and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class rep = Ernie. At first when I saw him in school, I was thinking to myself, what a cocky guy! Hahaha. But then when I start to know him, he is angelic and helplessly adorable as what his FS profile says. =P&lt;br /&gt;He’s a nice guy and occasionally we sang some Christian songs together. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention his ideas for pranks are unmatched! I wonder where he got it from? Is it the Thai blood in him? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass. Class rep = Alex. He’s the first guy I properly talked to in FBI. Pro at computer stuffs. If your Maple or any other account happens to get hacked by someone, u can suspect him. =P&lt;br /&gt;Carefree guy that doesn’t really mind of what people say about him. Right? Condom? XD (Condom is his nickname.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashwin, the second guy that I properly talked to in FBI. His grandma is Chinese or mixed Chinese but he is from an Indian family. He’s a funny, fun to be with guy that can just get some dirty, or occasionally clean, jokes anytime! =P&lt;br /&gt;His life story about O levels is really cool! U should ask him about it if u have the time and if u know him. It is a real testimony of breaking through, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Zhi was the first person I actually talked to in FBI. Just a simple intro and nothing much! Both of us were quite that day. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;He’s known as the sexy and hot guy! Or also as “chair”… hahaha, I don’t know but it’s coz of this Chinese language thing. The girls in the class just loooveee to stare at him! Hahaha. Too bad he’s taken. =P&lt;br /&gt;And don’t mess with the gf… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin and Alvin are basically the same la. Not coz of looks! But they’re already like brothers la. Can always find them together! Hahaha. Melvin is a real funny joker! But not just that, he’s also a very nice guy. You can’t get bored being near him, some silly stuff would just come out of his mouth and it’ll definitely entertain you. =P&lt;br /&gt;Alvin is botak. That’s it. =P&lt;br /&gt;No la, he looks like a quiet quiet nice nice guy, but once u know him, he’s just as crazy as all of us! Hahaha. Rock on brother! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Yuan. There’s a rumor that I don’t think I want to post here coz it’ll definitely bring his image down to the ground! Unlike our FS group, blogs are public! I wont write it here! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Kai. I thought this guy was a quiet one. But I was proven wrong when one day I was doing a project with my group and found him in his real crazy self! I guess none of the 185 people is not crazy. Except for one, which I will touch on later. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis. Don’t really know much about him yet, but he looks like a smart guy that’s interested in learning new things. Hahaha. But, just like the rest of us, he’s nice and he can be crazy. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng! He’s the cutest guy I ever know! in the sense that he’s sooo not his nick! Hahaha., real name: Tien Beng. His face want to be like ah beng also can not make it, but he can really act like ah beng and that’s where I find it funny! He’s sooo not ah beng but he can play and act sooo like ah beng. Hahaha. Funny guy. Like to look at girls one. =P&lt;br /&gt;And can laugh at his own jokes until can not stop some more. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Bin! This guy is talented in dance and really love music. Coz he said music is like an expression of someone’s deepest feelings, and it can really make us feel what the singers feel! Very quiet guy! But just with a brush of more confidence, this guy can take on anything, man! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the girls…. Sigh… I don’t think I wanna talk about them…&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika! A.K.A. bestie. Hahaha. We made this joke, coz she was saying something really mean at me and I was being sarcastic and say “wah, what a good friend! Can be best friends already sia!” and from then onwards she start saying “ofcoz! I’m the best u can ever find!” and we start calling each other “best friend” with the inverted commas. XD&lt;br /&gt;The “special” thing about her is that… I’m stuck with her in EVERY SINGLE project I have now! Hahaha. I don’t know what kind of coincidence this is.&lt;br /&gt;She’s from Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;Her ego level has gone down but her kepo level will always be high! =P&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she’s the main target for our class’ prank or jokes! Hahaha. I can list a whole book of ‘em and put a title “the chronicles of EMMF” (pronounced “Emph!” =P)&lt;br /&gt;Well, the inverted commas of “best friend” can be taken away already coz we are good friends now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Peng! A.K.A. my crush! XD&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a joke made up, btw. Just to make things a bit more fun, I bought her flowers one day but she was too lazy to carry it around coz it’s kinda big! Hahaha. Oh well, love rejected! XD&lt;br /&gt;She’s from Malaysia and she’s Erika’s best friend. They knew each other from sec. 2.&lt;br /&gt;She’s smart and like to study somehow! These kind of people really amazes me. Just like Joalin (not the FBI one), I wonder why they like studying… sheessshh…&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, oh well, I’m thankful I know her so I can ask her all about studies that I missed! (or more accurately that I didn’t listen to!) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surin! Damn she’s loud… XD&lt;br /&gt;This small chili paddy girl can get really fierce and scary at times and it makes mw wonder which planet she came from. XD&lt;br /&gt;But soon I realize that she’s still human with feelings and emotions and she can be really nice too. But, hahahahahaha… I want to say something about her but I think it’s too explicit la. XD&lt;br /&gt;She loves anime and games. Rock on Surin! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine! Actually, this girl was the first girl I really notice in my class. Why? Coz she’s pretty! (awww… aren’t you so happy to read this, Christine??) XD&lt;br /&gt;Don’t really know very much about her, but I know she likes to play games and eat. XD&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, her b’day coming! Prepare for some mango attacks! (she loves mango) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine. I thought she was another quiet quiet kind of girl coz I don’t see her much with the class the few first days of school. But soon I found out that she also can be crazy at times. Hahaha, I think it’s really the 185 DNA to be crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiu Ying A.K.A. aunty Xiu Ying! XD&lt;br /&gt;She’s the eldest in my class! A nice “lady”… or “girl”… lol…&lt;br /&gt;Honestly… I don’t know how to call her… XD&lt;br /&gt;But not very old ok! Still young and living to the fullest! Hahaha. I find her very patient somehow, she can just wait for us while we’re doing our stuffs and not complain. It’s amazing. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Yun. She amazes me. This is the only one not crazy in class! Hahaha. She’s just a nice, quiet, like to read Chinese books girl. She really really don’t talk much! At most smile, nod head or shake head. Hahaha! Oh well, that what makes her special! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes! That is all! Sounds fun? U bet! These people are like a family! Hahaha. And just like in every family, not everything will be smooth. But in the process of polishing the rough edges towards each other, I start to see the beauty in each one of my friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 185! Rock on! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-6258767484575677760?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/6258767484575677760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=6258767484575677760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6258767484575677760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6258767484575677760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-eight-five.html' title='One Eight Five'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-2420078798974683654</id><published>2007-05-16T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:41:03.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Simply Pics. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSg-gpIyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J7i2rULI8Fk/s1600-h/mel%27s+bdae+%2321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065162563653280546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSg-gpIyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J7i2rULI8Fk/s320/mel%2527s%2Bbdae%2B%252321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Part of louis, Ah beng, sleepy looking Alvin and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my dearest doll that made me broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksShOgpIzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RfNVLweVsrc/s1600-h/mel%27s+bdae+%2322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065162567948247858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksShOgpIzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RfNVLweVsrc/s320/mel%2527s%2Bbdae%2B%252322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Money money Ka-Ching!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksShOgpI0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9kPDFLjWFrY/s1600-h/the+mendozas+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065162567948247874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksShOgpI0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9kPDFLjWFrY/s320/the%2Bmendozas%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I do during projects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sssshhhh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't tell teacher! =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSWegpItI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Arc3pN_xQxc/s1600-h/mel"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065162383264654034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSWegpItI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Arc3pN_xQxc/s320/mel%2527s%2Bbdae%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man-hunt winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSWegpIuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/k4OniNrcg9k/s1600-h/mel"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065162383264654050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSWegpIuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/k4OniNrcg9k/s320/mel%2527s%2Bbdae%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice one gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSWugpIvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fXt_89XZiMI/s1600-h/mel"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065162387559621362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSWugpIvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fXt_89XZiMI/s320/mel%2527s%2Bbdae%2B%252318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our dearest angelic and helplessly adorable class rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSWugpIwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/G-WNmQnQbzY/s1600-h/mel"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065162387559621378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSWugpIwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/G-WNmQnQbzY/s320/mel%2527s%2Bbdae%2B%252319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spend three bucks getting this on arcade.&lt;br /&gt;But spend another seventeen bucks getting nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSW-gpIxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ImAwA0Cta74/s1600-h/mel"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065162391854588690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSW-gpIxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ImAwA0Cta74/s320/mel%2527s%2Bbdae%2B%252320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSFugpIsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5KIzc-sVevc/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065162095501845186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSFugpIsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5KIzc-sVevc/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gals of 185... stressed, girls??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksQmugpIoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/o9O_gEtcZ6w/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065160463414272642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksQmugpIoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/o9O_gEtcZ6w/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Busy executive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksQm-gpIpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TEevQnRmufI/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065160467709239954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksQm-gpIpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TEevQnRmufI/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pure gays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksQnOgpIqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IxapCtpa4UU/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065160472004207266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksQnOgpIqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IxapCtpa4UU/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Gang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksQnOgpIrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3BP12ZP_Ml4/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065160472004207282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksQnOgpIrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3BP12ZP_Ml4/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colorful guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksQTegpImI/AAAAAAAAADk/8STk7U99c10/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065160132701790818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksQTegpImI/AAAAAAAAADk/8STk7U99c10/s320/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksQTugpInI/AAAAAAAAADs/X8jUrhXjiLY/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065160136996758130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksQTugpInI/AAAAAAAAADs/X8jUrhXjiLY/s320/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tsk tsk chika chika mph csk ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksPWugpIkI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZduFYje6mQ4/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065159089024737858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksPWugpIkI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZduFYje6mQ4/s320/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;185 is the besta!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksPW-gpIlI/AAAAAAAAADc/LA6Y-W6L0Lw/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065159093319705170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksPW-gpIlI/AAAAAAAAADc/LA6Y-W6L0Lw/s320/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pure gays part.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksPAOgpIhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yxlcOD9SbrY/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065158702477681170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksPAOgpIhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yxlcOD9SbrY/s320/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the hanging green munkeyh! XD - love u Erny. I mean, Ernie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksPAegpIiI/AAAAAAAAADE/E_s7p4Nv9kk/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065158706772648482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksPAegpIiI/AAAAAAAAADE/E_s7p4Nv9kk/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emo at taxi stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksPAegpIjI/AAAAAAAAADM/ssruvmH5uC0/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065158706772648498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksPAegpIjI/AAAAAAAAADM/ssruvmH5uC0/s320/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scandalouszszz! Nyahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksOpegpIfI/AAAAAAAAACs/opa4YG4ulQc/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065158311635657202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksOpegpIfI/AAAAAAAAACs/opa4YG4ulQc/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture of the year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-2420078798974683654?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2420078798974683654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=2420078798974683654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2420078798974683654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2420078798974683654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/05/simply-pics.html' title='Simply Pics. =)'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RksSg-gpIyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J7i2rULI8Fk/s72-c/mel%2527s%2Bbdae%2B%252321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172727532829788375.post-3391990194871539935</id><published>2007-05-12T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:17:07.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Pitch black night.</title><content type='html'>Been having horrible dreams lately. Horrible, weird dreams. And it’s really bothering me. The last time I had bad dreams marathon was when I was still a kid. Maybe around 8 years old? But the funny thing is, usually when I had nightmares I’ll feel very drained and tired the moment I woke up. But I’m still feeling fine everyday – it’s only mentally I got affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I sound as if I’m going crazy. Nah, just made some “inner disturbance”… yup…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma was here for the past two weeks. She has been awesome! She helped me with moving to the new room and help me shop at IKEA for more stuffs and she totally transform my new room to something really cool! Well, I have to learn how to be neat otherwise I’ll turn my new room upside down just like how I did with my old room. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cooked delicious foods too! I’ve grown much fatter this few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;But she went back this month. Well, I was kinda’ sad coz she made my two weeks in Singapore so much better and easier. But oh well… life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt’s moving to another country. I think she’s getting married there. And she’ll be staying there. Most likely somewhere around this year. That saddened me even more. So far she helped me with so many things. She was the only one I can come to during times of emergency. I really wonder if I can make it on my own. I have never truly been “alone” in S’pore. But once my aunt moved away, there’ll be no family member to be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I just gotta get stronger and more independent, huh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new class. But I hate the projects. Hahaha. I love the people in my group though, that’s why I’m willing to sacrifice a lot of time for projects. U guys know I’m never the type that study hard. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss my good friends… really sad when I think of it, during secondary school we can hang out a lot. Now we’re all scattered all over S’pore and it’s very hard to even get together. Well, in the first place there’s not many people that’s very close to me coz I seldom open up, but I feel gaps opening up with these people now. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they say don’t think only about the negative but also the positive. Hehehe. My new friends are fun people. I can just laugh without worrying about anything. =)&lt;br /&gt;Well, there’s also some things in class that bothers me, but I guess I shouldn’t be thinking of it too much. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-3391990194871539935?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/3391990194871539935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=3391990194871539935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/3391990194871539935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/3391990194871539935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/05/pitch-black-night.html' title='Pitch black night.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-2848398806304496174</id><published>2007-04-29T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:13:11.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Update coz of Joalin. XD</title><content type='html'>I just got home from a dinner with Joalin at Burger King. She said she read my blog everyday and was bored to see not a single new post on it. Hahaha. Well, at least now I know someone is still keeping a look out for new posts from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s just funny for me personally. Coz whenever I thought of stop writing coz I feel like “who wants to read?” kinda’ thing, someone will just sms me or talk to me about my blog. Hahaha. It happens many times, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I moved my stuff to my new room at Tampinese blk 837. Sheng Hong was very kind to help me with the boxes and my aunt called her friend that has a van to help me move my stuffs. It was pretty tiring but it’s nice to finally get the moving over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my new room costs 400 bucks a month and has an aircon, a small fridge, broadband connection, quite spacious and it’s ten minutes from school. Hahaha. I like it. The owner’s a Malay family and so far they’re very kind. Anw, I just thank God for it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’ve moved CG too! Now I’m back to N28 or also known as literally “China” to me. Coz all of them ALWAYS ALL THE TIME FOREVER talk in Chinese. Sigh… but they are good people. Hehehe. Well, why you ask? There’s a couple of reason. But really I regretted some stuffs that I did. I was angry, I know, but maybe I went over the line coz I just realized I’ve hurt someone. I was not sensitive enough to realize that I’ve been too hard. I still feel quite bad about it. But……. I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, umm… I love my new class! Yeah! 185 totally rockz! Hahaha. I was really surprised when I found out that almost half of my class scored NINE for their R4. HALF! And the only highest was twelve which is low la. And a few more scored ten including me. Man, all of them agreed that’s it’s gonna be a tough competition. But well, what I think is rather than concentrating on competing with each other, we should think about how we can help each other so that all can be the best among the whole of IT school. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some naughty stuff. One of our classmate, Alex, got a nickname “condom” just because that was the first word that came out of our friends’ head. Hahaha. It was Maddy. He was an Orientation Leader that was assigned to watch over our class and he ended up creating such a creative name for our friend. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And another guy named Tien Beng we just call Ah Beng coz it’s easier that way. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I realized that I’ve underestimated Poly. It’s not as easy as I thought. It took a lot of teamwork and hardwork to score! I mean, JC people can aim only to pass (even if it’s so difficult only to pass) and can go Uni already. Those that wanna go to Uni from Poly will have to really be the top and no compromise, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today’s my friend’s B’day, Elina, in U.S.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna wish her a very good birthday and apology for not being able to finish the portrait on time.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Elina! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now… What else? I’m kinda sleepy already. I want a hot bath and some rest! Hahaha. Good night people. Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-2848398806304496174?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2848398806304496174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=2848398806304496174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2848398806304496174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2848398806304496174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/04/update-coz-of-joalin-xd.html' title='Update coz of Joalin. XD'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-8130138720709765016</id><published>2007-04-22T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:18:41.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Cold...It's freezing...Deep down...Inside.</title><content type='html'>With a small laughter I said "Hi" and with a smile I said "Bye".&lt;br /&gt;When we met and we had fun, I'll play along and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Scream and jump, loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer and clap so that all may hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No place to call home but I went home,&lt;br /&gt;Silence creeps in and the night feels cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see you I feel sad, can't do nothing I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;When can we meet I know not, now in my dreams and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Chat and chat, the day is bright.&lt;br /&gt;Chat and chat, the night is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a place that I can call my own,&lt;br /&gt;Filling up the space in this cold empty place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyful when I see you, thoughtful when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;Playful when you see me, happy when you're with me.&lt;br /&gt;Joy and sorrow, it will come back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I feel it, it might all be hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for the things I had, longing for the things I've lost.&lt;br /&gt;Being with the ones I had, feeling all the warmth I've lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's unpredictable, life's unfair.&lt;br /&gt;No might can fight life's time and tide.&lt;br /&gt;Just take a chance, take one more chance,&lt;br /&gt;Although deep down inside, it is freezing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a little prayer, as I look to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;"Revive me, O Lord. Take this cold black heart, and renew it once again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-8130138720709765016?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/8130138720709765016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=8130138720709765016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/8130138720709765016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/8130138720709765016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/04/coldits-freezingdeep-downinside.html' title='Cold...It&apos;s freezing...Deep down...Inside.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-2194268680790229929</id><published>2007-04-17T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:04:32.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Word'/><title type='text'>John Three Sixteen.</title><content type='html'>Some of you might read or heard this story before, but just read it again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr. Christianson, a studious man who taught at a small college in the Western United States.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson taught the required survey course in Christianity at this particular institution. Every student was required to take this course his or her freshman year regardless of his or her major.&lt;br /&gt;Although Dr. Christianson tried hard to communicate the essence of the gospel in his class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as nothing but required drudgery.&lt;br /&gt;Despite his best efforts, most students refused to take Christianity seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Dr. Christianson had a special student named Steve.&lt;br /&gt;Steve was only a freshman, but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary for the ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an imposing physical specimen. He was now the starting center on the school football team, and was the best student in the professor's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Dr. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him. "How many push-ups can you do?"&lt;br /&gt;Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."&lt;br /&gt;"200? That's pretty good, Steve," Dr. Christianson said. "Do you think you could do 300?"&lt;br /&gt;Steve replied, "I don't know... I've never done 300 at a time."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think you could?" again asked Dr. Christianson.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I can try," said Steve.&lt;br /&gt;"Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind and I need you to do about 300 push-ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it? I need you to tell me you can do it." said the professor.&lt;br /&gt;Steve said, "Well... I think I can...yeah, I can do it."&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson said, "Good! I need you to do this on Friday. Let me explain what I have in mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room.&lt;br /&gt;When class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. No, these weren't the normal kinds of donuts, they were the extra fancy BIG kind, with cream centers and frosting swirls.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the last class of the day, and they were going to get an early start on the weekend with a party in Dr. Christianson' s class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked, "Cynthia, do you want to have one of these donuts?”&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia said, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure." Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve again sat in his desk.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson put a donut on Cynthia's desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, "Joe, do you want a donut?"&lt;br /&gt;Joe said, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson asked, "Steve would you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a donut?" Steve did ten push-ups, Joe got a donut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it went, down the first aisle, Steve did ten pushups for every person before they got their donut. And down the second aisle, till Dr. Christianson came to Scott.&lt;br /&gt;Scott was on the basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular and never lacking for female companionship.&lt;br /&gt;When the professor asked, "Scott do you want a donut?"&lt;br /&gt;Scott's reply was, "Well, can I do my own pushups?"&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson said, "No, Steve has to do them."&lt;br /&gt;Then Scott said, "Well, I don't want one then."&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten pushups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want?" With perfect obedience Steve started to do ten pushups.&lt;br /&gt;Scott said, "HEY! I said I didn't want one!"&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson said, "Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desks, and these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it." And he put a donut on Scott's desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming out around his brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson started down the third row. Now the students were beginning to get a little angry. Dr. Christianson asked Jenny, "Jenny, do you want a donut?"&lt;br /&gt;Sternly, Jenny said, "No."&lt;br /&gt;Then Dr. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve, would you do ten more Push-ups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't want?"&lt;br /&gt;Steve did ten....Jenny got a donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students were beginning to say "No" and there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks.&lt;br /&gt;Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these pushups done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because of the physical effort involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the class, to watch Steve do each push up to make sure he did the full ten pushups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for all of those uneaten donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so Robert could count the set and watch Steve closely. Dr. Christianson started down the fourth row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his class, however, some students from other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps along the radiators that ran down the sides of the room. When the professor realized this, he did a quick count and saw that now there were 34 students in the room. He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it. Dr. Christianson went on to the next person and the next and the next.&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a lot more time to complete each set.&lt;br /&gt;Steve asked Dr. Christianson, "Do I have to make my nose touch on each one?"&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson thought for a moment, "Well, they're your pushups. You are in charge now. You can do them any way that you want."&lt;br /&gt;And Dr. Christianson went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later, Jason, a recent transfer student, came to the room and was about to come in when all the students yelled in one voice, "NO! Don't come in! Stay out!" Jason didn't know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;Steve picked up his head and said, "No, let him come."&lt;br /&gt;Professor Christianson said, "You realize that if Jason comes in you will have to do ten pushups for him."&lt;br /&gt;Steve said, "Yes, let him come in. Give him a donut."&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson said, "Okay, Steve, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way right now. Jason, do you want a donut?"&lt;br /&gt;Jason, new to the room hardly knew what was going on. "Yes," he said, "give me a donut."&lt;br /&gt;"Steve, will you do ten push-ups so that Jason can have a donut " Steve did ten pushups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson finished the fourth row, then started on those visitors seated by the heaters.&lt;br /&gt;Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up in a struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. Sweat was profusely dropping off of his face and, by this time, there was no sound except his heavy breathing, there was not a dry eye in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very last two students in the room were two young women, both cheerleaders, and very popular. Dr. Christianson went to Linda, the second to last, and asked, "Linda, do you want a doughnut?"&lt;br /&gt;Linda said, very sadly, "No, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;Professor Christianson quietly asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?"&lt;br /&gt;Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow pushups for Linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dr. Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan. "Susan, do you want a donut?"&lt;br /&gt;Susan, with tears flowing down her face, began to cry. "Dr. Christianson, why can't I help him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson, with tears of his own, said, "No, Steve has to do it alone, I have given him this task and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not.&lt;br /&gt;“When I decided to have a party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book. Steve, here is the only student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test, skipped class, or offered me inferior work.&lt;br /&gt;“Steve told me that in football practice, when a player messes up he must do push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my party unless he paid the price by doing your push ups. He and I made a deal for your sakes.&lt;br /&gt;“Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can have a donut?" As Steve very slowly finished his last pushup, with the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 pushups, his arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson turned to the room and said. "And so it was, that our Savior, Jesus Christ, on the cross, plead to the Father, 'into thy hands I commend my spirit.' With the understanding that He had done everything that was required of Him, he yielded up His life. And like some of those in this room, many of us leave the gift on the desk, uneaten."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically exhausted, but wearing a thin smile. "Well done, good and faithful servant," said the professor, adding "Not all sermons are preached in words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to his class the professor said, "My wish is that you might understand and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that have been given to you through the sacrifice of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ - He was punished for our sake so all of us might have eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;“Whether or not we choose to accept His gift to us, the price has been paid. Wouldn't you be foolish and ungrateful to leave it laying on the desk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God loves you.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-2194268680790229929?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2194268680790229929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=2194268680790229929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2194268680790229929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2194268680790229929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/04/john-three-sixteen.html' title='John Three Sixteen.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-5588882060175594695</id><published>2007-04-12T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:08:23.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do people write on their blogs nowadays? Tell me, what are u writing on it? Do u think it really matters if people read it? Or it’s just something u enjoy doing and wont even mind if no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can a person stand unnoticed? It’s either they would want more attention, or they wont care at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe it’s not either one but it’s both. Sometimes we read and we just wished that that particular someone would just read it and understand how we feel. Most of the times, the wish may not come true coz usually they don’t even know we have bloggers account.&lt;br /&gt;And at other times we would just randomly pick a subject that we wouldn’t even mind letting it rot thru the pages. Like this one. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like to use “we” instead of “I”?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm… I just realized that u know… maybe it’s a habit. Or it’s something I do to make u feel involved. But it’s not always that good to use “we” coz I’ll be like, putting u guys in someone else’s shoes which u might not even agree with… sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I’m talking about man… lol…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired, and I’m missing something I don’t even know…&lt;br /&gt;Or someone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you?&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/5172727532829788375-5588882060175594695?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/5588882060175594695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=5588882060175594695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5588882060175594695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5588882060175594695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-do-people-write-on-their-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-6522702020295420691</id><published>2007-04-06T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:44:49.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>Hola! Hahahaha, been a while since I blogged! Well, nothing much to say! But lately life’s been painful to me… hehehehe, literally! I had this stupid pain on my left leg. It’s like something pulling and it’s painful. It’s a long story and I don’t feel like revising thru! All I know is now I’m still limping and my neck and back hurts… my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I’ll be healed! Somehow…. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s quite late and I’m pretty sleepy. Watched Pathfinder myself this evening and it was OK. I mean, I looovveee the costumes! The Vikings look awfully cool! Hahahaha. But I don’t like the main cast for the movie, I think if Brad Pitt were to play that movie it’ll be so much nicer! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then watched The Freedom Writers! Awh man, it’s an awesome movie! Love it to the max! really touching and inspiring. You all should watch it if u have the time.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I’m sleepy. Wanna chat with Allegra! And Elina! And wanna call Kezia to listen to the song we compose! And wanna spend more time with Lee, Hadi and Ferry back in Bali! Wanna meet Augy at Jakarta! Wanna wanna wanna…. Hehehehe… wanna sleep la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-6522702020295420691?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/6522702020295420691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=6522702020295420691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6522702020295420691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6522702020295420691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/04/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-74794607640917128</id><published>2007-04-04T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T00:16:38.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Declaration'/><title type='text'>Back In Singapore!</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back! I'm very tired now coz I got a lot to settle... admissions stuffs... finding a new place to stay.... Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog some other time. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-74794607640917128?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/74794607640917128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=74794607640917128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/74794607640917128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/74794607640917128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-in-singapore.html' title='Back In Singapore!'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-1669743924666025807</id><published>2007-02-28T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:42:20.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Declaration'/><title type='text'>Good Bye. =)</title><content type='html'>I’m leaving very soon for a month, and these are some regards to the people I have something to say to. If your name is not here, it doesn’t mean anything ok! It’s just that I have nothing to say or simply, I forgot you exist. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn – Will really miss the times we had traveling only by the two of us! Lol. Hope you’ll find someone to go with to Riverwalk! Get enough rest and take good care of urself. Oh, and don’t force yourself to go to the gym, eat more first. Grow fat and then u can go. =P&lt;br /&gt;“Serious alr? Really meh? But, I thot…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruben – Yo my man, will really really miss the rockin’ times we always had. And will really miss talking to u. Your crappiness and your jokes always makes me smile though I’m in my worse mood. Hahaha. I’ll bring those friendship bands you wanted! Thirty of them! Take care and stay fashionable! ;)&lt;br /&gt;“Trust the Singaporean.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clive – You’re the best drums whacker I’ve known though you’re very picky with songs. Hahaha. But it’s ok! I’ll miss jamming with you til you bruise your hands. And your stupid questions with no answers to it, thank God you’ve cut down on it. =P&lt;br /&gt;Take care and stay cool.&lt;br /&gt;“Nah, don’t worry, the pro is here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliff – Hey little bro, I’ll really miss you. You always make me feel like a big bro around you and you’re always very helpful! I don’t know anybody else at your age, or even older, that has the same soft and kind heart as yours. =)&lt;br /&gt;Take care and love you!&lt;br /&gt;“Can I help? Pleaasseee??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joalin – Hey girl! What’s up? Havn’t been talking to u lately. Hahaha. But I’ll miss the dinners we used to have. And your powerful words that kept on encouraging me and making me move on. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and I’ll see you again. Let me know which JC u went into! Oh, and I’ll choose a good Roxy pencil case 4 u. Don’t worry, u can trust my taste. ;)&lt;br /&gt;“Of course! Joalin leh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyelin – Hey fellow blogger, you may be the only one reading this at blogspot. Xp&lt;br /&gt;Tell the rest of the people to read if they want to ok! People are usually happy to find their names in someone else’s blog when they say good things. =P&lt;br /&gt;Will miss reading ur blog and chatting with u at night. Lol. Though it consists of mainly singular words, maybe a double sometimes. =P&lt;br /&gt;Take care and learn you guitar well! =)&lt;br /&gt;“Hahahahahahahaha”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Wah – Wah jie! Hehehe. Will miss chatting with u thru sms. Especially when the way we sms is very special. Let’s say I sent a sms at 10, I’ll receive my reply at 10.20. And I’ll take my sweet time to reply and sent it at 10.40. Hahaha, it’s those big gaps that makes it “cool”. =P&lt;br /&gt;Have to hang out again after I return from Bali k! It’s too bad I have to move, though. So we wont be living near to each other anymore. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t call me jie! I’m not that old ok.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin Sheng – my awesome bro! Happy birthday! Hahaha. As I say, man of God doesn’t grow old, only grows wiser. =)&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed in everything you do, man. Will miss u a lot!&lt;br /&gt;“That’s the way, man.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe – Hey, you better take good care, you don’t look very healthy u know? I’m serious. You’ve become very bony. I don’t know what’s wrong, but, really take care. Eat properly and sleep early, and don’t stress over your studies, you’ll do well. =)&lt;br /&gt;“Blah blah blah” Xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allz – Hey, I’m not sure if you’ll be reading this blog, but, take good care of urself ok. Bring jacket with you everywhere u go, u can always take it out if it’s too hot. Rather than being frozen to death and fell sick. Will really miss chatting with you about anything and everything. If there was a sound of an MSN msg on my comp, I always hoped it was from you. With others I still can call or sms, but with you it’s only thru MSN or mail.&lt;br /&gt;Adios amigo! Te amo. ;)&lt;br /&gt;“Amigos Por Siempre.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elina – Same goes to you! It’s friggin’ hard to get the same timing of us online. Hahaha. Well, hope to see u soon k! Someday when ur back in Bali, hopefully I’ll be able to be there too.  Will miss chatting about random stuffs and anything and everything with you! Rock on girl! And stay sexy! ;)&lt;br /&gt;“xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertrand – Will miss our gym sessions man! With Salihin too. Hope he recovers soon. Anw, be patient for the book Elder ok! Will lend you once I return from Bali. Thank you for being my personal instructor and don’t be surprised if you see my muscles turning into fats again after one month of pampered life, ok? XD&lt;br /&gt;Take care man.&lt;br /&gt;“Go home marinate chicken… shiok.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carin – Hey my emo friend. Hehehehe, joking… maybe I should call you the messed-up-name friend. Got cowshit laa, cowass la, donno wad else la. Demoralize yourself only. Hahaha. Take care sis! Jia you for your JC life ok! Hope to see someday, somehow. And will miss chatting with you about random stuffs. Lol. Enjoy the class BBQ and sent my regards to our classmate! Tell them I love them and I know they love me too! Xp&lt;br /&gt;“RARRR”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim, Faris, Haziq, Zaf and Abi – My “Malay Gang”! Hahahaha. I was really hoping I can see you guys at the class BBQ! But, oh well… I saw Abi the most! Hahaha. Saw her at the bus a few times. And I saw Zaf once at the KFC. Afterwards I saw u guys only at school when we took our results, but didn’t get to talk much. Awww, wish can spend more time with u guys.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, take care ok! Keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;“I know I’m hensem.”&lt;br /&gt;“Iiihh…” *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selera uncle and aunty – Hahahaha, there’s NO CHANCE that they’ll read this! But for your info, Selera is the food stall at Bedok hawker centre where I always eat. They always gave me a whole load of food and extra rice and sauce! Hahaha. I’m their daily customer. Oh well, I’ll really miss them and the food they sell even though the food back home on Bali will be a lot nicer. =P&lt;br /&gt;“Lai! Yao chi she mo?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt may – Will miss talking to u!&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Randy – Will miss jamming oldies with u! =P&lt;br /&gt;Kakak – Will miss u a lot! =)&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Karen – Will really miss your cooking! The only one so far comparable to Bali’s cooking! =)&lt;br /&gt;Elisa – Will see you soon la! Enjoy JC! =P&lt;br /&gt;Piao – Stay sexy baby! Hope to see u! ;)&lt;br /&gt;XY – keep rockin’ sis! Rock on with those art. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Brandon – Don’t play too much k! Take care bro!&lt;br /&gt;Wayne – You’re so cute! =P&lt;br /&gt;Kendrick – is that how you spell your name? Lol! Slim down k! Xp&lt;br /&gt;Fishball – you too, slim down. This one I’m serious.&lt;br /&gt;Jul – Will miss u pretty Jullette!&lt;br /&gt;Sam – Don’t worry, I wont forget you, pretty Samantha! =P&lt;br /&gt;Eileen – Will miss your hugs! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;Bruce – Will miss your lameness big time, bro!&lt;br /&gt;Last but definitely not least,&lt;br /&gt;E391 – Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-1669743924666025807?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/1669743924666025807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=1669743924666025807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/1669743924666025807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/1669743924666025807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-bye.html' title='Good Bye. =)'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-6060631105071664980</id><published>2007-02-27T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:32:09.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Repaired.</title><content type='html'>I’m really really really very super pissed right now. I’m just holding my fingers from typing coarse, crude and unrefined words that are totally unpleasant to the eyes. No connection at home. I spent the whole of yesterday night trying to fix it and somehow I can’t solve it. The friggin’ connection light is blinking but it seems that they can’t detect the internet connection. It’s friggin’ irritating. So I slept at 10pm yesterday. Woke up early and met Bertrand and Salihin and went to the gym together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning aunt May woke me up with a call and she told me that my landlord wants me out. Yep. They kicked me out. They want me to move out by the end of April after my return from Indo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon I finished Eragon. It’s splendid. Went to Tampinese to meet Wyelin for a dinner and Burger King and passed her my guitar. We also chatted for about two hours about random stuffs, but it was a good time spent. =)&lt;br /&gt;Got to know her better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went home and saw my PS2 console on my bed. The friggin’ penguins removed it and put it there. I was very offended coz it shows me just how much they want me out. And I have a deep suspicion that they were the culprits behind the internet connection problem. Who knows they installed some virus or simply cut the connection away so that I’ll suffer? Grrrr… now you know how agitated I am… bah… hell with it.&lt;br /&gt;so I got really mad and sleep through my frustration at 10pm! Can you believe it? I slept at ten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, woke up early and met Bertrand and Salihin at the gym. Went for lunch myself and walked home and got ready for the performance at the mental home. Met Clive near my house and pick up Ruben outside school. It was a blast! Hahaha, I personally enjoyed the time there! Though it was more "dry" compared to last year, I find ourselves improve a lot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, It was a long day and I'm kind of tired to recount all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this when I was at a LAN shop at Katong Mall! I played audition til 11.30 and took bus 14 home. And guess what, my internet works again! Yay! I’m sooo happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr will be a long day. I have to do last minute shopping for my mom and my friends in Bali. Will write a blog before I leave to Bali, I promise. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-6060631105071664980?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/6060631105071664980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=6060631105071664980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6060631105071664980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6060631105071664980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/exiled.html' title='Repaired.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-5727785629334625112</id><published>2007-02-25T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:41:04.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Dreams and memories.</title><content type='html'>If you see my last post, I was trying to act smart and guess the future. Hahaha. As I thought it would be: it’s not what I had expected. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I woke up at 9, met Shawn and went to gym, ate lunch with him and got home. I was about to take a nap when suddenly Wyelin called me. When she heard my sleepy tone, she just laughed and asked me whether I just woke up or what. Lol, didn’t have time to properly explain my morning but after a while she just mentioned, “I’m free now.” And I thought to myself for a few seconds, what does she mean by that? And it struck me that we have always wanted a guitar lesson session but it hasn’t came to pass for months! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to met her and gave her some basic lesson. She learned fast! I was impressed. Maybe it’s because the will to learn and the interest. If she were one of those kind of people that wanted to learn casually and stuff, I don’t think she’ll catch everything that fast. Yeap, and I’ll be trusting my guitar in her hands! Hahaha, I was thinking before I left my house that day, why on Earth would I just leave my guitar to rot for one whole month? Might as well put it in the hands of someone who needs it and who I can trust! Hahaha. I’ll be passing my bass to Jin Sheng also. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After svc I went to eat with the Indo, 5 of them, 6 including me! We ate a very “luxurious” food at East Coast Lagoon! Omg, I was the BEST! The food was excellent and each of us only needs to pay 13 buckz! And we had a great time joking around and laughing our night away… we ate for an hour and chat for TWO hours! I’m not joking… and we also share some ghost stories… It was really freaky coz the stories are about our OWN experiences, so it was very real. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Imanuel’s house with them, and stayed over there for the night. Reach home slightly before mid night and played Ragnarok Online Private Server til 7am. Yep, seven in the morning. I was the last to sleep coz everyone gave up and went to bed long before me. Hahaha. Woke up at 1pm, ate, played for an hour and sleep again. Woke up at 6pm today! Rushed home and got changed, reach Cleo’s at 7.15pm and had our practice for the performance at the mental home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great! We’re gonna play Sweet Child O Mine! Hahaha. Went to Mandarin Gardens and here I am! Writing this entry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to throw the night away with ease. U know, chill, relax, cool my mind. It has been strenuous these past few days. Was really… struggling…&lt;br /&gt;But now I just want to have a blissful moment for myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that my grandma forwarded and sms that she received from her husband (ya la, my grandpa. Xp) that says that he had a terrible dream. He said he saw Bless, my lil bro, died. Or, he said, it could be me also. He said don’t be reluctant to change the ticket date if we want to coz maybe he’s afraid that I’ll get into a plane accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that kind of sms would definitely disturb me! But my grandma sent that so that I’m aware and keep praying for safety. Yeap, couldn’t just ignore those kind of sms ok. So I prayed and God gave me peace, so, no worries. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a beautiful night tonight. I can see Orion’s Belt (the three stars that are aligned next to each other) for the first time again in a long time! And the brightness of the moon, in a shape of a dragon’s eye, reminds me of the book Eragon. Yep, if you didn’t know, I have a deep and special liking for dragons. They have been my favorite mystical creatures. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss some people and the time we used to have. Funny how we say that we’ll cherish and remember the times we shared, with whoever, when what happen is that we got drowned in our own memory and began our wishful thinking of the old times. Wanting it back, and hurting our conscience to be confronted by the truth that it was lost and it has passed. Things had changed and we can’t get them back. That was all that was left of it – memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, just remembered that just now Wei Hao from Catherine's CG called me and asked me if I want to consider joining children's church band - they need a bassist! I told him that I’ll be going back Indo til April! So I may be available by then only. So he said, ok, pray about it and let him know once I’m back in Singapore. After ten minutes or so, before I even prayed about it, something in me just tugged and said, no, I don’t want to distract myself from my own band. I love my band, and though this will give me opportunity to go deeper in music ministry, I don’t think I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I had nothing to do so I drew my friend's picture as I promised her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035548874583199570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/ReHdBZ6mT1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TYOdPe7p95o/s320/AllegraDrawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice? =)&lt;br /&gt;Used a 4B pencil for two hours. It’s my first serious portrait drawing, coz as u guys should know, my art is a very different kind of art. I struggle when I draw people! But looks like this is a challenge overcame by me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-5727785629334625112?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/5727785629334625112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=5727785629334625112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5727785629334625112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5727785629334625112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/dreams-and-memories.html' title='Dreams and memories.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/ReHdBZ6mT1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TYOdPe7p95o/s72-c/AllegraDrawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172727532829788375.post-3787146857848930917</id><published>2007-02-24T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:41:04.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I’m feeling sick… lol… sour throat and running nose. Not sure of my temperature… oh well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to meet Bertrand and Salihin at 9.15am at the gym. It was a fruitful work out coz I can feel the muscle stretch. Hehehe. But was really wondering if I overdid it coz it was more like a pain than a stretch. Anw. Went to Bedok to eat, went Mandarin Gardens and chill around while reading my Eragon. Took an hour nap and Bertrand met me there. We chill around for about 30 mins before hitting for the swimming pool. We tan and we swam. After swimming 6 laps my muscles felt better. As if it wasn't tangled up like it was after gym. I think his body pigments can’t make it lar, when I was like twice as dark, he just became slightly darker… hahaha. But we looked better after the tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the apartment and took turns to bathe. Afterwards we watched Blood Diamond. He brought with him 3 pirated DVDs and I chose that one for the day. It was a drama. A bloody and sad one. No wonder M18. afterwards it was 6pm already, so he decided to go home. I stayed there longer til I finished the songsheet for CG. Made a simple one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Ishak and Menny at 10pm plus for my dinner near Tanah Merah. Had some good food and went to his house. Just chill around there, read my Eragon, drink, talk. And afterwards around 1am plus he’s hungry so we went to the coffee shop downstairs near his house. He ate there and I just chill like ah beng, my legs up on another chair, fold my jeans, wore a singlet and my face arrogant. Lol. Ishak said, just buy a bottle of beer and put in front of u, hold a cigarette, no need to light it up, just hold it, people will be scared already. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 2am. Walked to Tanah Merah with Ishak before I took a cab. Shared with him some stuffs and I was blessed by his words of wisdom. Thank u Ishak. =)&lt;br /&gt;Reach home, head spinning, fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 10am, refreshed. Saw Allegra online and chat our hearts out. Lol. We can really talk well and she shared with me how she felt that her life sux. Wow, what a coincidence, I felt the same… hahaha. So we just shared our views on things and stuff. It was great. She taught me Spanish too! Te amo! Means I love you… amigos por siempre! Means friends forever… =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy I can chat with her. And I made a promise that I’ll draw something for her. She needs to go after an hour plus of chatting, it was night already at that time at her place. So I was leaving for Bedok when I saw Elina online. Hahaha, all my U.S. friends online at noon, Singapore’s time. Well, was catching up with her a lil while before I really need to go coz my stomach is GROWLING… rraarrrrr…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Bedok and took off to Mandarin Gardens. Bought some food for my aunty’s dinner. Just chill around there the whole day, reading my Eragon. It’s a great book! Five stars! Buy it if u can. =)&lt;br /&gt;Spent two hours plus designing something for Allegra. I edited our photos and make it as if we took picture together. Hahahha… but in reality I have not even met her. So, yeah. I sent this to her. I hope she likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035550369231818594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/ReHeYZ6mT2I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xd4KzNB9dZg/s320/DreamCameTrue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I know, it looks like a friggin' drama movie poster. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you guys are wondering, quiero tu aqui means I want you here, it was the title of the picture she displayed on her FS profile, the "you" was not referring to anybody. Aqui estoy means I am here, just to self proclaim my existence la. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill til 11 and went home. Bus fare is killing me. Stupid government, it’s not our fault that school starts on April. But still have to make us pay adult fare til school starts then we can buy concession. Arrghh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m blessed this week. On the CNY service, by faith I gave 100 dollars of my 150 for my building fund. Having no idea how to survive 15 days with 50 bucks. But I have peace inside so I went with it. The last day of my suffering was after I ate at TCC with Hui Wah she blessed me, and the next day I went to watch with Ishak, thank God he blessed me too. The next morning woke up coz Elisa called, she said we can meet at 1pm for Ghost Rider. I said ok and lets eat cheap food coz I only got 15 buckz left. After I hung up, my grandma called and she gave me 120. did I mention this? Yes I did didn’t I? Lol. Anw. Yesterday she sent me another 100 and plus the two ang baos I receive, a total of 260 dollars blessing over the week. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to gym with Shawn, and then chill around and will go for my last svc before I went back to Indo for a month. Not planning to tell anyone when I’ll be leaving. Probably I’ll lie and just took off one day on March. =)&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if there’s anything I’ll miss in Singapore. I’ve been feeling &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt; lately here, if u know what I mean. Don’t know when I’ll get the warmth back – or ever will I?&lt;br /&gt;Will be eating dinner myself at Bedok after svc and then will be going home to sleep. Yep, that's tomorrow. So I don't need to write blog tmr. I've planned it all out. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-3787146857848930917?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/3787146857848930917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=3787146857848930917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/3787146857848930917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/3787146857848930917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/cold.html' title='Cold.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/ReHeYZ6mT2I/AAAAAAAAACc/Xd4KzNB9dZg/s72-c/DreamCameTrue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172727532829788375.post-669750568669895163</id><published>2007-02-21T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:52:01.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>They told me...</title><content type='html'>Don’t be &lt;em&gt;foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don’t choose five stones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;over one gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Don’t sacrifice your true friendship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to please a crowd of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Don’t choose water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;over wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Don’t judge someone based on what you see, have you truly tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to understand them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don’t be &lt;em&gt;contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just because the wind blows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesn’t mean that it’ll always blow the same direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Just because what you did was successful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; it doesn’t mean it’ll work the next time you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Just because you can swim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesn’t mean you can’t drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Just because you’ve achieved something, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesn’t mean that you can’t lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don’t be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ignorant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just because the compass points home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that doesn’t mean there won’t be mountains and valleys in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The answers you get will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not always be the answers you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Big stones are easily avoided, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it’s the pebbles that caused one to stumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Big problems will be resolved, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but ignoring the small ones will cause you to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can’t go on, &lt;em&gt;the list goes on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“Don’t be proud, don’t give up. Don’t stop here, let’s move on. Don’t listen to them, you know your heart. Don’t worry, be happy. Don’t shut down, open up. Don’t to that, it’s not right. Don’t do this, not my wish.”&lt;br /&gt;That’s what they told me. Now &lt;strong&gt;I’ve nothing to give, I’ve nothing to get&lt;/strong&gt; – just to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-669750568669895163?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/669750568669895163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=669750568669895163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/669750568669895163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/669750568669895163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/they-told-me.html' title='They told me...'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-6049569641566640665</id><published>2007-02-21T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:41:05.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Enigmatical Saga.</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, finally remembered what I wanted to say! Hahaha. Ya, just to share how I feel about the band right now. and to share with you our story… =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first began, it was Ruben, Clive and I that started to jam some songs. I remembered that the three songs: Warning and Holiday by Greenday and Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet were the first three songs we ever played together! It was a lot of fun! And Ruben came up with a name for our band – Enigmatical. Came from the word Enigma which means mystery and add up the "-tical" just to make it sounds cool. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day Ruben and I wanted to join our school’s talent-time. We needed a drummer coz Clive was P6 at that time and an extra guitarist to make it better. We found David, my classmate as the drummer and Salihin, Cleo’s classmate as the rhythm guitarist. We played Are You Gonna Be My Girl and it was quite okay. But we didn’t win although the judge’s comments were pretty positive. They gave the prizes to solo cover singers. Lol. Yay unto them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big gig was when Dolly (Cleo’s x-classmate – she went back to Indo after retaining in sec 3… again…) planned on making a performance for some Indonesian thingy. I forgot what it was. All I remembered was the first Indonesian Idol will be there and it’s quite a big thing! So, we made a bigger band this time: Dolly lead vocals, Wen Wen backup vocals, Ruben and Clive on the guitar, Cleo on the keyboard, Imanuel on the drums and my self with the bass. Did I miss anyone? Anw, we decided to sing One Way by Hillsong (yea man, spread the gospel) and one Indo song… aiya, forgot the title la… and… Addicted by Simple Plan, which turns out to be horrible! And to spice things up, we call our band AHA! What does it stands for? Go Aha! Go Aha! Aha aha ahaaa!! Woooo!! XD&lt;br /&gt;It was none other than one of Dolly’s mad ideas. She IS kinda loony u know? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033890677904527154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rdv45p6mTzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7OWbE29xY-I/s320/AHA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobie, Dolly,Cleo, Imanuel, Ruben, Wen Wen, puny Clive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was one of the picture of that day. I painted the red “uniform” using a black ink everyone’s name. Lol, turns out to be a killer. Coz Ruben and Clive were sweating on stage and they instinctively wipe their faces using their shoulder in which their name was written on. It was NOT a permanent ink, so u know what happened… XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Raymond was one of the judges… YES! CHC’s guitarist bro… I mean, Raymond! Well, we just rock the day, but guess what, the sound system sux and our sound prep was only given 2 mins. IT’S NOT FRIGGIN ENOUGH! As a result, it was horrible, the sound, everything. But we were ignorant and we were blissful. We just show them how much energy we have and we jump here jump there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for very, very long before result came out. We didn’t win anything, but we had fun and definitely experience a lot of exposure. So we throw the evening away by playing in this giant balloon castle… it’s not a balloon la, it’s like rubber castle with air in it. So we played like mad and jump around like frogs and fell on each other like rain and it was just fun to let go ourselves after the “defeat”. Whoa man, but it’s confirmed that we didn’t have any chance u know! I mean, phew, the other players were awesome. The winners were like an acoustic group that played instrumental! But it was just beautiful. They played so well and the sound they made were so clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Let’s go on with the band’s journey! Along the way, we got called for small gigs by Cleo’s father to play for his friend’s company small party or just to jam some new songs. But the next one that I will never forget was, The Rock Concert! It was pastor CK’s idea, to make an outreach with the rock band as the main event! That was the most rocking experience we ever had! Why? Because that was the first time we played around 8 different songs on a single event! Okay, let me recall: God’s Romance by Delirious, Better Man by Robbie Williams, All Around The World by Oasis, Salvation Is Here and Glorious Redeemer by Hillsong, We Will Shine by GMB, Warning and Holiday by Greenday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, talk about the preparation and practice, it was really a point where our band went to the next level! This time was Ruben, Me, Clive, Bruce, Cleo, Jerrick, Rebecca and Stephen. Bruce played the slow songs on the drums coz at that time Clive was not very good with slow songs – he’s a drum whacker. =P&lt;br /&gt;There was a slight problem with another band also, but I wont talk about it. It’s over so no need to big the past, yes? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine (AKA Sister Catherine) was the one looking after the band the whole time we practiced at Cleo’s. She really trained us very, very well! She told us all that she knew about music and how to slow down and built climax at the right time and at the right parts of the songs. How to be manageable and humble. And how to put our focus on the right track. She told us how we should really pray every time before we practice, let God intervene and give us the flow and unity we needed. I believe that is why we are so united right now, that phase of our band’s journey was really the turning point that led us deeper into this whole band thing. Glorify God, yet being contemporary. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033888861133360930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rdv3P56mTyI/AAAAAAAAABk/Cg4y3lv6ATc/s320/Rock+Concert" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca, Stephen, Jerrick, Ruben, Pst.Chee Kiang, Bruce, Tobie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen rock with his guitar solos! Ruben is the main man as always, the outstanding one! Cleo and Clive were not here in the pic coz they had to go early. But Clive rocks with his beat and he was only P6 at that time! Cleo’s voice mesmerizes the people. Rebecca’s keyboard is all we need to perfect the sound of the band. Jerrick and his beautiful voice brought our band to the next level. Bruce looks very cute and we just love him. Me? I was just someone within the shadows, and my silhouette creates the sound of that melodious beat that leads the whole song in its own mysterious way. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know, let me side track a bit and share with you what my friend, Carl, a real musician, shared with me when I was back in Bali on Dec 2006. A band (consisting of the basic five) is likened to a house. Drums are the foundation and Bass are the skeleton of the house and the roof. Guitars are likened to the bricks and Keyboards are the cement that makes the bricks looks smoother and made the house stronger. And Vocals are the paint of the house, the one that covers and creates the beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that so? Drums and Bass can play by themselves. Though it is incomplete, it will create an awesome melody! If you don’t believe me, go find some bass instrumental songs. You’ll be shocked. Guitars are next on the list, why? Coz there are so many 3-piece band and they rock like hell. Greenday for example? Keyboards are not necessary but it can “smoothen” the whole sound of the music. It’s better to have them around and will make the band stronger in sound. And Vocals are like paint that gave colors to the music – emotions, feelings, messages and morale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, afterwards I went back to Indonesia, the band got a performance for our Zone’s thanksgiving 2005. Ruben took the bass. They say it was not as good but that proves that they can make it without me. I was happy coz the last thing I wanted is for my band not to be able to progress just coz lack of members. They had fun I believe, while I spent my time with my dear family. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rdv5qZ6mT0I/AAAAAAAAACE/9IB6pMNPtTk/s1600-h/Rubby"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033891515423149890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rdv5qZ6mT0I/AAAAAAAAACE/9IB6pMNPtTk/s200/Rubby" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I got back, we continued our practices and got some more small gigs to play. We played at the mental home once and it was funny! The guys danced like mad. Hahaha. It was cute. Well, expected la, we're in a mental home anyways! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that day was even more fun coz we went inside this room, where there's mirror all around us, like a dincing room, and we went crazy! Ruben found a wig and he played some country music using his guitar and the rest of us dance out of control. Imanuel was there as he was really acting sick! He jumped from behind a chair and planning to go to a sitting position but landed on his balls. Hahaha! It was hillarious! Cleo got the video, I think, of that particular event. Hehehe, maybe it was the inevitable effect of a mental home to the people around it... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resuming the saga, we learned new songs and new solos. Well, the one that kept on playing together was Clive, Ruben and I. We were the three that was always available to jam at Cleo’s. Even Cleo herself is sometimes absent coz she gotta do some stuff that heaven knows what. She’s a really busy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us got exposed to more songs, and as the year 2006 is ending, we were hoping for another Rock Concert – though traces of it gave us a spark of hope, it didn’t happen. We only heard news that there will be another thanksgiving outreach soon. So I went back to Bali for only 2 weeks plus on Nov - Dec 2006 coz I want to be there for my band. But guess what, 3 days before my date to go back to Singapore, they planned on resuming on the outreach without me. Coz there was no time and Christmas is coming soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not what the band wanted, I know. They explained it to me. This was the decision made from “on high”. I mean the Zone la, that initially wanted this performance. But really, this thing really hurt me at that time. I purposefully planned just a short trip to Bali so that I can be back, on time for the performance. No matter how much more time I wanna spend with my family and friends over there. But, look at what happened. I was really upset for I think, a month plus, with the band, but I didn’t say anything. Some said things that didn’t made me feel better, while some like Cleo tried to assure me that I didn’t miss anything big, coz they played only like 3 songs and that time the drama was the main thing. I didn’t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I got over it and put that matter behind. Call me childish for acting like that, but I hope you can understand how I feel at that time. Not long after my return, as we enter to 2007, more things cropped up. No longer can we play as often at Cleo’s. Only once every fortnight. I wont go into details, but that’s a big problem, coz that means we can’t play and practice as often anymore and it may not be healthy for the band unity. But the reason as to why we can’t, were pretty convincing and so we accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to stop where I was, and so I asked my aunt to put me in a bass tuition class for two months, once a week class to increase my skills. True enough I’m so much better now in theory and skills. I thank God and my aunt for giving me that opportunity to upgrade myself. I’m pretty much content with where I am now. I can be more sensitive to music and I can figure out songs much faster and more accurately. But I wont stop here. I’ll learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel that our band is really in amidst of a crossroad, and we have to decide on one direction together, or else…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one of the problem I see, that Clive and Ruben might not see, is our choice of music. I want some new songs but the two of them don’t seem to care less. Clive want songs but it’s all kinda old to us, he gave me the feeling that he’s very content with the songs we can play and not willing to move on. Ruben want other songs and we have no idea what it is. But since he’s the singer, he somehow led this band and we just… agrees…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing has a good side on it coz it “forces” me to improve my singing. I have NO confidence when it comes to singing on the mic before. And I always went out of tune! But I practiced and I’m better now. why do I want to sing? So that I’m not limited with what Ruben can sing. The more people that can do things, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, all of us got better and focuses more on our own parts. I mean, Clive improved a lot and he can play beats he used to be unable to. Many more. But I pray that this problem will be resolved somehow. Maybe I will need to let them know how I feel about the current situation. Or maybe shutting up is best sometimes and let them realize it themselves. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see the challenge in keeping the unity of a band. Now I understand why great bands always disband. Lol. Not always disbanded, but a lot of the players left. Mr. Big, Guns ‘n’ roses. It’s not easy to make individuals to live the same dream and direction. It’s not easy for them to learn how to understand each other and resolve a problem. To accept their own place and not wanting more spotlight, or in other words, it’s not easy to fight our selfishness and to always think for the good of the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People out there just casually say, let’s make a band! Out of the discovery of their talent in music. They recruit whoever they know, as long as they got a band. But not knowing the importance of the same heart and the bond that has to be formed way beyond the band to the daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I thanked God that my band are of the same church and the same heart. The way this band is formed is really though personal discoveries and revelations. You can ask Ruben and Clive how amazingly they experienced the forming of this band. Crossroads like these are inevitable, but I have not a worry that our band will get into a conflict or anything. Coz all of us are close friends, not just as a band, but as an individual on our daily lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-6049569641566640665?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/6049569641566640665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=6049569641566640665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6049569641566640665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6049569641566640665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/anigmatical-saga.html' title='Enigmatical Saga.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/Rdv45p6mTzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7OWbE29xY-I/s72-c/AHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172727532829788375.post-1213383529384181715</id><published>2007-02-20T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:27:46.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Jamming fun.</title><content type='html'>Noisy day today. Lol. Woke up early, went to Ruben’s coz he told me to come the other day. Went to Cleo’s together with him and we had our steamboat lunch over there. There was Joalin, Stephen, Jin Long with his gf Man Hong (errr…. I dunno how to spell… lol) and of coz, Cleo and Clive n Cliff. The nine of us eat together at It was fun – and messy. Hehehe… almost had a food fight coz I put in veggys which Clive n Cleo don’t like very much. So Clive was thinking of taking revenge by putting chilli padi to the steamboat so I can’t eat. Lol. And Ruben asked Man Hong to pour drink for him coz it was out of his reach, and Cleo said lucky Jin Long is a nice guy, tell the gf to pour water for Ruben and he doesn’t mind. Other people would’ve just punch Ruben in the face la. Hahaha. And I said that there was no need for physical abuse, got steamboat in front of him, just take the hot water and throw at Ruben’s face can already! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, afterwards we jam the whole day til dinner time. Jammed with uncle Randy too. It was very fun. But afterwards, my head aches very bad but I didn’t say only. Lol. Thank God it went away after half an hour or so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Stephen, Joalin and Cleo went to eat at Bedok and we went to watch Just Follow Law at Princess. Joalin bought the ticket for me and she refuses me to pay back. Thank you Joalin! =)&lt;br /&gt;It was a funny show la. overall not bad. The main morale is: “we can break the law, just at the right time.” There’s more to it but that’s the basic thing. Sigh, anyway…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having some thoughts lately…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“Why don’t I open up myself to people? Like, u know… lets say once I found someone I can talk to really well and just shared everything to, and why do I stop all of a sudden? Or maybe, I have a friend that I know I can trust, but I just refuse to open up myself. Heh… I found out that maybe it’s my fear. That’s what makes me reluctant to share.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“Well, I’ve always told myself that it’s not necessary to share. But the people all around me tells me otherwise! And upon hearing it, another distrust came to me – are they just being curious or do they really want the best for me?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“Heh… funny how my life has shaped me. No wonder true friends are hard to find nowadays. I’ve always believed that trust is the bond that keeps a friendship going, and I still do. But it has become very… bland… very much… absent.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“Why is it hard to trust? Am I afraid of being hurt? Being disappointed? Or am I afraid that I can hurt? And I’ll disappoint?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think it has come to a point where whatever people say will not encourage or help me. Because I’ve chosen to shut myself, it has become words and only words.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Or maybe I can change? Maybe I can have my child-like faith again? Yet, not being naive but wise.  Pure as a dove, sly as a snake.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All I knew was that, it was actually my own decision all along... whether to open up or not - but why is it so hard?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna shower and maybe I’ll continue reading Eragon. It’s a nice book. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I wanna talk to you… I wanna be honest… but…” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“… forget it… I’ll keep it…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-1213383529384181715?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/1213383529384181715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=1213383529384181715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/1213383529384181715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/1213383529384181715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/jamming-fun.html' title='Jamming fun.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-8030483162634820563</id><published>2007-02-19T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T23:09:59.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Carin!!</title><content type='html'>Just woke up from a super heavy headache. I’m not gonna write long coz it’s still there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Praise God coz today my grandma sent me 120 dollars. At first I thot it was 100. coz she sent it to my Indo account so I didn’t know the exact amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Elisa and Jason at Grand Cathay and we ate Billy Bombers. It was awesome but my meal cost a total of 25 buckz. Lol. Watched Ghost Rider, it was cool. Love the effects! Yesterday me and Ishak went to watch Protégé. It was awesome! Andy Lau so cool sia… I love him since I was young. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets was 9 buckz and then we went to plaza sing Times bookshop and I bought a set of Eragon and its sequel Elder for 30 buckz… it a good deal, but apparently depleted my pocket severely… lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home using 14 and that’s when I got my headache. Went to a malay restaurant near my house to buy a packet of rice… my head hurts but instead of faster buy, I just stand there and wait for this customer to finish which I’m not sure whether it’s a he or she… I’ll call it “it”. XD&lt;br /&gt;When actually I just can like, interrupt for a moment and say, “hi, sorry, can I buy a packet of rice please?” right???? It’s a friggin less than a minute serving time anw! Oh man, but that time I was just holding on not to fall… lol…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home and threw myself to my bed… just woke up and planning to cook now. Btw! I’m chatting with Carin as I’m writing this! CARIN! YOU’RE IMPORTANT TO ME OK! You've always been the one saying "happy birthday" so many times during my b'day and "congratz" lots n lots of time also when I did well and it just made my day! There's many more and I'm letting u know that YOU’RE NOT INSIGNIFICANT! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-8030483162634820563?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/8030483162634820563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=8030483162634820563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/8030483162634820563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/8030483162634820563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/carin.html' title='Carin!!'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-5813007213327277556</id><published>2007-02-19T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:41:05.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Kittens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Oh my, I just love cats! Next time when I have my own house, I had to have one! X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032937659021283058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RdiWIp6mTvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ihOJZpK5j7w/s320/Kitten+Black+n+White.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032936701243575986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RdiVQ56mTrI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3j3bz5AlPQ0/s320/Close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi mummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032937027661090498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RdiVj56mTsI/AAAAAAAAAAg/bGyLUGGYYew/s320/Umm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Umm... what's my name again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032937276769193682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RdiVyZ6mTtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2VPcdv2ZF-w/s320/Hidden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032937512992394978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RdiWAJ6mTuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0jPn8Y-xhFI/s320/Snuggle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-5813007213327277556?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/5813007213327277556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=5813007213327277556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5813007213327277556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5813007213327277556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/kittens.html' title='Kittens!'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RdiWIp6mTvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ihOJZpK5j7w/s72-c/Kitten+Black+n+White.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172727532829788375.post-990228747228870782</id><published>2007-02-18T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:48:25.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Weird...</title><content type='html'>I was crossing the road and I saw the street light. Red means stop and green means go. Don’t really care about yellow, it just peeked and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I find that red is pretty attractive, don’t you? I like red. My bass is red in color. Girls in red are hot. Roses are red they’re my fav flowers. I love steaks and they are red before they’re cooked. And definitely I love ang baos. “ang” means “red”, correct? =P&lt;br /&gt;Many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is also used to define and depicts other things such as emotions, moods and passion. Red can also means strength and power, or determination and ambition, for it blazes like a fiery red flame that burns everything in it’s path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also means danger. Sometimes used to draw the evil and burning condition of hell. Mixed with black, it becomes the perfect description of tormenting darkness. Red is the color of our blood, the color of our sacrifices and our hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our hearts are drawn red, and it becomes the color of love and passion. In Chinese culture, I believe it’s the color of prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is a powerful color, though it attracts, its strength and its power to give and to take are even stronger, that it is used to color “STOP”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green gave me the feeling of calm and peace, that it made me want to just stop and enjoy life and the nature around me. Green are associated with peace, nature, tranquility, health, money and more money. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, if you have the time, just like me when I’m doing my morning quiet time, I would look and gaze at the beauty of the nature outside my window. Well, there’s a lot of buildings in Singapore, but there’s also a lot of majestic trees. See things positively! =)&lt;br /&gt;It relaxes my eyes and made things felt so fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people dread green, coz it reminds them of veggy. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although green is such a relaxing natural color, it is used to color “GO” because of the feeling of security it provides. Because people want to feel save, they need a comforting color to let them know that they can walk with no fear. Your heart pumps when you walk towards something glowing in red, because there’s so much mystery. What will you find? Danger? Passion? Love? Anger? Yet, when you walk towards something glowing in green, you’re rest assured that everything is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not! It can all means nothing! It all can be lie! It all can be some kind of propaganda to make us fear and believe at certain things in this world! Hehehe… whatever it is… you decide what you want to believe… whether it’s right or wrong, you’ll never know til the day you decided that you want to find out. This explains why people acted in a way that doesn’t seem wrong to them, when the whole world (except for a couple of other partners-in-stupidity) is actually against them. Or why someone can feel not loved when actually people around them loves and cares for them so much! Because two different person can see the same exact thing, but think in a totally different way. They can listen to the exact same information, but receives it in a totally different manner – who’s right and who’s wrong? No one knows. No one can judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only One can. And you’re not Him. =)&lt;br /&gt;So don’t even try – save your time do to something better. There’s so much more in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-990228747228870782?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/990228747228870782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=990228747228870782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/990228747228870782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/990228747228870782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/weird.html' title='Weird...'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-61193655994423195</id><published>2007-02-17T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:49:51.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Word'/><title type='text'>Words n response.</title><content type='html'>Have u ever thought of the influence your words have? Try to imagine, you were chatting with your friend about something you’ve never heard before. It becomes an information stuck to your head. And the next time u met someone else and happen to be talking about the same topic u used to talk about with ur friend, you’ll be able to say, “well, my friend told me before that blah blah blah blah… and that blah blah blah... really! ya la, very blah blah blah blah right?” Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens many times, to everybody! Information is passed on all the time! But does it ever occur to you how &lt;em&gt;your say&lt;/em&gt; can be so much widespread? When we talk, we are not fully aware of the fact that the information we’re giving will be used by that particular person we’re speaking to, when he/she had a conversation about the same topic with other ppl. Well, of course not &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of our words! But this should be something to warn all of us why we shouldn’t be sloppy with our words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before I continue, I’m NOT talking about anyone in particular! I’m writing about what just popped out in my head. So if you feel guilty, please read on and maybe you can find the remedy somewhere… no promises though. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. To make it more clear, I’ll give u an example of my conversation earlier on today.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my friend and she didn’t really know about the condition in Indonesia. How bad the corruption is. So I told her the story that my mom shared to me about this guy that shared with her that he has to PAY CASH to actually get into a police force in Bali. No need loyalty n passion, no need training, no need oath or whatsoever, pay money can get uniform, badge and a rank already. The more you pay the higher rank you’ll get la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets say the person that talked to my mom lied. What would happen? My mom will &lt;em&gt;one way or another&lt;/em&gt;, told a lie! Even if she doesn’t know it. Am I right? Then, what happened? I would be telling a lie also and my friend that I talked to would be telling lies to the next person she talked to about this! Hahaha… it’s a vicious cycle and the worse thing is, &lt;em&gt;we don’t even know it&lt;/em&gt;! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why actually we don’t even realize how MUCH grace we need. For all the lies we tell without even knowing that it’s a lie. ;)&lt;br /&gt;God is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know my mom would always carefully pick what she told me. She wont give me any information anybody gives like that. Only if she finds it trustworthy, she’ll tell me. But it may be exaggerated? Some of the details, maybe like the amount to be paid in the story can be magnified? Digits are easily distorted in a story as it goes by. By nature we just love telling stories with bigger numbers in it. =)&lt;br /&gt;“He’s a &lt;em&gt;million miles away&lt;/em&gt;!” (well, anything on earth can’t be more than 12.600 km apart)&lt;br /&gt;“He gave me &lt;em&gt;tons of bread&lt;/em&gt;!” (even if he had a bread factory, that’s pretty a lot u know…)&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Billions and billions&lt;/em&gt; of dollars!” (wow… I don’t mind having those)&lt;br /&gt;“It’s been&lt;em&gt; ages&lt;/em&gt;!” (it’s not even an AMOUNT for crying out loud)&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen along the way as a story is told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I don’t want you guys to be judgmental after reading this, about the stories you heard or read, you can decide for yourself which one to receive and which one is better off not heard at all. but I’m just writing this to make all of us realize that, our words DO carry power. Lol, actually all of us that has a Bible no need to look so far. It’s written already that the words that we speak frames our world (Heb 11:3) and so many more that talks about the power of our words. But this is just a small example I’m providing u guys to think about. And maybe all of us can be more careful with our words, yea? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to the second thing I wanna share, about response. We live in a time whereby people want answers to be given right away. Now now now. Which sometimes caused a person to answer in a very shallow, imprecise way, because he/she was not given the time to really think about what he’s going to answer. Well, I don’t really care about cliché questions “like how are you?” we can always say “fine” no matter what hell we went thru that day. Or when someone asked “what are you doing now?” we can simply say “nothing” when actually only dead people does nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets say, about something that can really affect our thinking or our future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give my own experience again as an example.&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mom once something about God and how He does things. It was kind of a complicated question but I’m sure my mom would have an answer to it. To my surprise she said, “Well, I’m not sure son, I’ll find out and I’ll let you know.” But afterwards she explained to me and said, “you know why I don’t want to answer straight away. I’d rather choose to make you wait for an answer and allow myself to really seek the correct, precise answer rather than giving you stupidity.” She doesn’t care about her image of not being able to answer on the spot, coz people have this thinking that you’re good only when you can straight away answer something – but she knew that it’s best to provide the correct answer rather than looking “good” in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day when she got the answer to it, she gave me something I’ve never knew and it went beyond my expectation! There’s power in seeking for &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; right answer, not the answer that &lt;em&gt;you think&lt;/em&gt; is right at that moment when someone asked you something, especially when you’re counseling or guiding someone. I have to confess that I talk a lot of crap to what I think is unimportant, but I do talk seriously when it comes to these kind of questions. But still, sometimes I didn’t really take my time and answer on the spot even if I’m not 100% sure. And the result was, when I finished talking and hung the phone, the things that I know I should’ve said just came to me and it made me feel like calling the person again and re-do everything! Coz it’s much more powerful when you’re willing to take time to answer! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, don’t go and say, “we’ll I’m not really sure… can you give me a moment to think about the answer? Maybe I’ll call you back tomorrow!” when someone is asking you whether he should just jump down from the window he’s standing on right now or not. X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-61193655994423195?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/61193655994423195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=61193655994423195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/61193655994423195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/61193655994423195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/words-n-response.html' title='Words n response.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-4842381730406361381</id><published>2007-02-17T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:10:06.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Trilogy</title><content type='html'>Hmmm…. Since I got nothing to do and everyone’s celebrating CNY, I shall blog again! Hahaha. I know, some of u say, “Thank God!” XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be long coz it’s a “trilogy”… lol… I mean it covered three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let’s start with the interesting part where I met Ishak (some of u might know him… Indonesian from CHC too… Indonesian Church CG) at nearby BVSS. I was waiting for him in front of Cheers when suddenly Shawn came out of no where! I was shocked coz it was almost mid night already. He was going his friend’s house nearby when he saw me. So we chatted a while til Ishak came along. We joke nonsense for almost an hour when Shawn finally decided to resume his journey to his friends’ house – they didn’t go to school on Friday. So, me and Ishak talked about so many things til 3 in the morning! I also multy-tasked coz I was smsing with Hui Wah all the way at the same time. But it’s like, every sms has at least fifteen minutes intervals. XD&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time contacting her after knowing her for quite some time in church! Hahaha. I always forgot to ask her number that’s why I got it from Joalin that day.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ishak walked me home and along the way I was feeling very sick and my head was spinning and felt like throwing up (lol, no, we didn’t drink alcohol…). Anw I reached home and slept straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up at around 11 to meet Jin Sheng at Bedok at 1pm. He’s passing Cleo’s bass back. So both of us walked there. My gosh, it was a horrible journey! HOWT! The sun was like, wohoo… it was burning all right… but anw, thank God we reached the house not too long after enduring the days’ heat and we went straight to the attic – only kakak was at home. Played a couple of songs with him, he got the drums and I got the bass and mic. Played some worships and it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY Clive reached home and so he took over the drums – time to play real praises! Hahaha. Well, we were expecting Ruben the whole day but he didn’t turn up! So I had dinner with the family and went home with my beloved bass that I lend to Cleo’s dad coz JS borrowed his, which in this case was just returned. At night Cleo called me and scolded me for sleeping so late and reaching home so “early” that day with Ishak… lol… she really sounded like a mother… hahaha! But I guess that’s how she shows her concern. And we talked for a short while about some CG stuff and abt Ishak before I chat online a little more til 1am with Joalin, Wyelin, Shawn n Hui Wah. Take turns la, not all in one go. Hui Wah was the last one. Not to mention I smsed Ruben earlier that night and asked him why he returned me the Hillsong London CD (he passed it through Shawn and didn’t see it properly til then) when I wanted my Hillson United CD back. I bought the Hillsong London CD for him and he didn’t even realize it! He said, “oh, you bought for me? Wah, what can I say? Thank you dude!” and I told him that he’s a perfect example of someone blessed but didn’t even know that he is! All along he thought I lend him mine! XD&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed afterwards at around 1 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early at 8.30am. Wanted to cook myself some eggs but there was none! So I just make Milo and went to the gym. Finished at 10.30 and I called Shawn to confirm our journey to Bruce’s house later on. Met Shawn at Bedok for lunch at 11.30 and reached Hougang at 1pm. Met JS, SH and Louis (I’m not sure about the spelling tho) and of course Ruxin! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the funny part… we went to Bruce’s house floor in front of the elevator door and was planning to surprise him somehow. We were talking for about a few minutes when suddenly Bruce came out from the elevator and said, “oh, hello!”&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha… we laughed immediately coz our plan was ruined by such a stupid thing! He was downstairs buying some stuff… who would’ve known?! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, we went in to the house and gave him his belated birthday presents which is actually on Friday. Have a cup of water and left. It was freakishly amazingly short! I mean, me and Shawn traveled all the way to Hougang just to chill around for like, TEN MINUTES! I’m serious! Lol. I was angry inside. XD&lt;br /&gt;No la, I love Bruce! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I’m supposed to meet Elisa and Jason (Elisa was my classmate in Bali and Jason is her little bro that moved together with her to Singapore) to watch Ghost Rider but they cancelled it coz they gotta do some stuff for the uncle donno wad laa… quite pissed in the beginning coz it left me with nothing to do for the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God is good, hehehe. I was on my way to Dhoby Ghaut with JS, Shawn n Louis when I received a sms from Hui Wah. She seemed to be prompted by the Spirit to ask me to walk around with her! Hahaha. So we met a Bugis and she went shopping. It was quite a short one coz I knew that she would’ve shopped A LOT longer if it was not on such a crowded day and if she was by herself. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to TCC at City Link and had a nice-but-as-always-expensive drink. Hahaha. But it was not the drink cost that really matters, I got to know her better and that’s what matters. She’s a good friend and nice to talk to. Had a really good time today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back thru Raffles Mall to take 14 when I saw Ruben with his friend at the toilet area. I intro him to Hui Wah and was surprised when she didn’t know who Ruben is – man, I thought EVERYONE knows Ruben! Errmm… whether in a good way or a bad way, u decide… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached our bus stop and we went our separate ways. Hahaha. Hopefully will see her more in school coz we’ll be in the same school! But not fair, she’s just a month older than me and she’s my senior! Hahaha. Oh well… price paid for being a foreigner. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and check out some stuff… was checking on deviantart.com also and it was pretty interesting! Man, I forgot to eat til now! Hahaha. I wrote enough already, I wanna cook. HAPPY NEW YEAR! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-4842381730406361381?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/4842381730406361381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=4842381730406361381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4842381730406361381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4842381730406361381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/trilogy.html' title='Trilogy'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-2425717163987456363</id><published>2007-02-14T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:35:12.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Short...</title><content type='html'>Phew, I’m getting quite tired of writing long entries. Maybe I’ll slow down on my blog writing. Just talked to someone yesterday and she didn’t know I had a blog, and we were talking about blogs, she said blogs are stupid, who wants to read other people’s daily life anyway? Lol. I was quite convinced. Maybe one or two will read just coz they got online a lot and they enjoy reading, but the rest? I don’t think so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I woke up before noon and went to the gym myself. It was good. Had lunch and went home, slept thru my day. Woke up at dinner time and went out. Gave someone something. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home and I’m sleeping again… nothing much la today… not feeling very well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-2425717163987456363?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2425717163987456363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=2425717163987456363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2425717163987456363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2425717163987456363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/short.html' title='Short...'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-7467113384885102944</id><published>2007-02-13T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:20:43.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Winds Of Change.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of the worse night I ever had. I don’t wanna talk about it and I wont. But it was awesome also, coz I spoke with Joalin about it and she just said two sentence: “why worry about this small little things?” and “these are just small stones along your way, time to look at the bigger ones and conquer it.” And I was like, wow… I love you Joalin!! XD&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, it sounds simple but it’s just the words I needed yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t sleep yesterday, so I woke up and took my guitar, played some worships and finally fell asleep around 2 plus I think. But what a fateful day! Woke up at 7.45 this morning and went straight to Cleo’s house. She called me around 8.15 and said that she just woke up when she’s suppose to wake me up at 7! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached her house and met the parents, had a glass of Milo and ate the gardenia butter bread I bought from fair price near my house, and all of us went to TP. I thought they were going to the office or something to appeal for her course only, but guess what, it was even better than open house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturers and the staff of TP from every single course are there! And they have their own table to help every single person answer their inquiries about the courses! Hell, I thought it was going to be a casual walk to TP, but today turns out to be an eye opener! I really thank God for such Godly incident. Lol. Even Cleo’s parents didn’t know such thing was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she went her way with her parents to ask about her courses and she went for the special entry for good CCA performance thingy. It took really a long time to settle. And she gotta go for modern dance audition some more… today at 6pm. It’s done by now. I wonder how it goes? Well, call her later, I believe she did just fine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the mean time I went my way and asked everything I wanna know about the design courses I wanna go into – visual comm., interior or environment. It was good, until I had this guy that offered me to spend my time listening to what he has to offer – Financial Business Informatics. Whoa, at first I have no interest in it, but as he continues giving his facts and analysis  on the course, it really convinced me! And there’s a big factor also, coz all along I wanted something that can equip me in financial sector, for my family’s future business plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom and she called me from Indo, she said it sounds good as it will give me challenge and it will equip me with a whole new different skill! I mean, if I do what I’m already good at (design) I’ll be just magnifying what I have but I don’t really learn new things. Well, I will learn new things but not it terms of really NEW. So, I took up this course, FBI (Financial Business Informatics) and I believe for the best to come! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my aunt was against it coz maybe she thinks this is just another boring course. My mom checked the web site and she gave me her total support. I sent my dad an sms and he said it sounds good, go for it. So, I signed up FBI as my first choice! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hospital to do my therapy.  The therapist is damn funny! He’s the kind like a bit girly guy la. He’s not gay, but just bit bit girly and talk a lot one! But that was my most fun therapy so far! Hahaha… joke with him like nobody’s business. It was very fun. Anw, I’m lazy to go to details… next time if I have an interesting conversation, I shall record it down and post on you tube. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at burger king and now I’m at Mandarin Gardens. I’m going to Roxy Sq. for my bass lesson later on! I can’t wait! I want my teacher to figure out Sweet Child O Mine for me! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I wanna take a rest… Bye world! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-7467113384885102944?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/7467113384885102944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=7467113384885102944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7467113384885102944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7467113384885102944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds Of Change.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-6386024308820678277</id><published>2007-02-12T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:17:12.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Polytechnic</title><content type='html'>Such a big day for me! It’s a day that changed the course of my life! Today is the day that I decided I shall go to Temasek Poly! Hahaha. I believe I don’t need to explain myself. Just simply put: it is what I want. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around noon, pack some food at Bedok and met my aunt at Mandarin Gardens and ate there. She went off and I went to the pool. Swam. Tan. As usual. Got back to the apartment and went online. I spend hours checking on different JCs, Universities and Polys. Especially the fees. JC cost around S$220 – S$400 every month. University depends on the courses. Some cost up to 40K/year. Some 20K/year. Well, after tuition grant it was 6K or something per year. Poly is 12K for foreign students per year. With tuition grant it becomes 2K but I gotta work in a Singapore company for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a long story of why I finally choose Poly. It was really what I wanted and I thank Cleo for helping me with her advices. Anw, my mom seems to approve of it and my aunt is happy also. My dad is anything one. Lol. Oh! And I think I have to keep my promise to Tina and Wyelin that I’ll be joining usher ministry if I’m going Poly! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mostly that’s how I spend my day! Deciding upon JC or Poly. Tomorrow will be a more “packed” day. I was planning to go to gym with Bert but I need to go visit TP for inquiries in the morning. So I cancelled it and maybe I’m going on Thursday to the gym instead. At 3pm tmr I’ll go for my check up and 9pm will be my bass lesson. Between 3 and 9pm I’ll go to Mandarin Gardens again and sign up to the JAE. And maybe rent some more VCDs… hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I gptta wake up early tmr! Gonna play some songs and off to bed! Swimming is tiring. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-6386024308820678277?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/6386024308820678277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=6386024308820678277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6386024308820678277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6386024308820678277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/polytechnic.html' title='Polytechnic'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-7690058232273345607</id><published>2007-02-12T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T12:08:02.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Girls...</title><content type='html'>Bah. Stupid messed up me. I really hate how I live my daily life… GOD I NEED TO CHANGE! HELP ME! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer meeting was great. Prayed for a lot of things but there was only me and Tina from E391. Lol. After prayer meeting I went Bedok to find Terence. He contacted me yesterday midnight and told me he need my help with some art stuff. Apparently it was a card that he wanted to make for a girl for V day. Hahahaha. The said, “thanks a lot man, you have no idea how important this is to me!” and I replied, “sigh… girls… they have the charm to make boys do stuff…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I helped him out and I really enjoyed it! One thing I kept on realizing, I can never get tired when someone ask me to do art! Just like during thanksgiving, they asked me to make some kind of a board for Tina. I worked for it for hours non-stop until it was dead late (with Cleo’s and Joalin’s help at Cleo’s attic) and the next day I continued for another few hours. But I never complain, instead I really enjoyed it. I think this is what “passion” means. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I pack some food to go and reach home. This is where I hate it. I went to my com, played the lovely and cool Hillsong London and was wanting to practice my bass. And after one song I got this freaking sms from the penguins that said, “we slep.” WHATEVER THAT MEANS! But I’m not so dumb so I came to a conclusion that she meant “sleep”. Lol. So I got really really mad COZ IT’S ONLY SEVEN! But hell I can’t do anything… I can’t come to them with a knife and do a serial murder. No matter how much I want to do it. And Lord, I promise I’ll repent afterwards… hehehehehehe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept…… with the lights on…… and below was all my jackets and clothes….. and it was horrible, the position…… but I slept til ELEVEN! Gosh…… I’m eating now as I’m writing this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check who’s online and chit chat here and there. Asked Joalin what’s her choices and told her I want to follow her choices! Hahaha. I really am going to do so I think… =P&lt;br /&gt;And saw Allegra online but she didn’t reply, coz it was around 7am I think there in U.S. until just now! So I’m chatting with her now as I’m writing this! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;And Wyelin said she has made up her mind to find me every Monday or Sunday to teach her guitar. But tmr she got BS. Oh well, sad, it’s her loss, not mine. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only good news I have during the whole day is brought by Cleo through a phone call… she told me that her mom’s friend mother (that makes it like, a grandma to me) has an extra room on her flat and Tampinese and it’s near TPJC. It’ll be great if I can stay there rather than staying with this “volume void” family. I mean, if I can really move there (coz it’s not confirmed yet) It’ll be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think I wrote enough. Will write more, maybe, coz I’m not planning to sleep “late” tonight… I’ll sleep “early” today. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-7690058232273345607?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/7690058232273345607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=7690058232273345607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7690058232273345607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7690058232273345607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/girls.html' title='Girls...'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-8572175836832440362</id><published>2007-02-11T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T12:07:13.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Nerds... XD</title><content type='html'>Can’t sleep yesterday. Felt quite tired when I woke up at 8.30. U know how it feels when u don’t have a good sleep and u kept on waking up during your sleep. Well, I think I might really go JC. But ok, let me be honest now to all of u, I think I can stretch myself to study and do well for A levels, but I’m not sure if I can cope with seeing nerds all over me! Hahaha. No offense guys, I’m not saying that all JC students are nerds, and so far all my friends in JC are all cool peeps, but c’mon, u can see the high density of nerds in JC, can’t you? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m sure there’s something I can learn from them. And I gotta learn to accept that they may not be as open as Poly ppl. Yes, I may sound cocky but u should know, that I’m NOT a studying person! Hahaha. And it gives me the horror to imagine myself being a book-worm for two years. But well, I wanna get my education over and done with, so that’s why I chose this path. And I’m really believing for a miracle for my University entry. Coz my family simply couldn’t afford it. But in two years, lots of things can happen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what a change in my course of life… I’ve been imagining myself going thru Poly, enjoy what I like to do – which is design. Gradute and got my diploma, work and earn some money, go to U and SOT… but now it seems like everything is going to turn out so different… I’ll cram my head off for two years and take my A levels, go straight to U (somehow) and graduate with a degree and start my working life. Wow. I don’t know, man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s still not decided 100% in my heart… someone I know please be my schoolmate in JC! Hahaha. That way I can feel better… Tampinese JC I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m off to prayer meeting. Maybe I’ll write more later. Take care ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-8572175836832440362?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/8572175836832440362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=8572175836832440362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/8572175836832440362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/8572175836832440362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/nerds-xd.html' title='Nerds... XD'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-5175595304148854861</id><published>2007-02-11T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:28:39.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>Phew, I’m tired man… I’m gonna write a bit and go to sleep already.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8 coz my mom called! Talked to her about school and I may be going JC. Well, slept again and woke up around 10 am. Check my comp and Allegra was online! I was so happy coz I wanted to talk to her for quite a while! And was chatting with Queenie too. Afterwards Allz gotta go coz she needs to call her friend that she said, “sounded really in need of someone to talk to.” So I went back to bed. I slept at 5am remember? So, in the end woke up at around 2pm plus. Check my comp and Elina was online so I chatted with her. Allz was on also so I we continued our conversation. I love weekends coz all my U.S. buddies go online! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies and before I know it, it was almost 4pm. I washed up and got ready for church. I remembered I havn’t eat the whole day so I went to Bedok to eat. It was very rush but if I don’t eat, it wont be wise. So I reached church just on time. 4.57 pm. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed the service. Today was very good but I have no strength to write it down… hahaha, maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Bedok, ate and walked Shavonne home while teaching her an Indonesian birthday song coz she wanted to sing it to her cousin that’s having his b’day on 11th Feb. She’s so sweet, I tell u, she also wrote a “speech” in English and asked my help to translate it into Indonesian so that she can read it later thru the phone to him also! Hahaha. It was a very sweet of her to do all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, she bought me a drink and I went home by cab. Well, feeling a bit disappointed at someone right now… maybe I’ll sent an sms to that person. I don’t care how it’s gonna make that person feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nitez! I’m going to the gym with Shawn tmr. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and about going JC, my gosh... I might just REALLY go JC... grrr... how how how???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-5175595304148854861?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/5175595304148854861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=5175595304148854861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5175595304148854861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5175595304148854861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-8734861236976196839</id><published>2007-02-09T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:19:39.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Results are out!</title><content type='html'>Long day. Been out the whole day! Hahaha. Woke up at around, 11am. Do my stuff and play bass a bit. Left house at around 1pm coz I can’t stand it at home. And guess what, I wore my BV uniform. Lol. I was getting my result and decided to go early go grab some lunch and maybe I’ll get to meet my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, the moment I step into the canteen, I saw like 10 of my indo friends sitting there. And when they saw me they just say out my name and gave me a clap! I was like, what the? Hahaha. It was Imanuel, Franky, Andy they all. They’re just a bunch of crazy Indos. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And u know I was looking at my school pants, I got two, and one of them is messed up. It’s a piece of art! Not pants no more coz I wrote on it and drew on it and put glue and ink on it! Hahaha. So I don’t want to get thrown out from the hall coz of “improper uniform”. So I took the other one and saw this big patch of red paint near the ass area. It looks like a friggin’ blood and it was so disgusting! So I went creative and took my marker, wrote around the red paint area “STOP LOOKING AT MY ASS.” Hahaha. Yeah, and when I reach school, I just can hear some people laughing behind my back. Lol. They must be enjoying my “art”… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, met JP and he brought his guitar so we played some church songs to pass time away. Met my classmates and I missed them so much! So happy to see Hakim, Faris, Rabia and Zaf. Carin and Haziq came late! Whoa, u gotta see Haziq, man. He’s Bob Marley, baby! Hahaha. I wish I had a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thank God the vice principal didn’t blabber so much. It was quite an acceptable brief run-through of how well or badly the whole sec 4E and 5N done for their O level subjects. And suddenly we came to this page where they show how well the top student did! She’s from China and she’s from the first class. She was well known for her reputation when during her sec 3 years, she did an O level E math paper and got one hundred friggin’ percent… or was it ninety? Anyways it was awesome! Now u know what, she got B3 for English… and the rest she got NINE As! Wohooo… yeah man, with the Chinese she took last year, she took a total of 10 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, next one on the list was our very own head prefect, a super tall Indonesian girl! She got 7 distinctions. And the next, like, seven, nine of them? I can’t remember. Got 6 distinctions. And two of them were from my class! I’m very happy for them! Stevi and Wendy! And next on the list they got like, ten plus? Twelve of them? They got 5 distinctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where I got shocked – I was one of them that got 5 distinctions! Oh my God… I mean, I wouldn’t expect that! Ever! Okay, let me tell you WHY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, the moment I step into Singapore’s education, I find the English very difficult and I failed. I passed border-line with a C6 and managed to get to sec 4. in sec 4 I began to be more serious in class and listen to the teacher. I see improvements and my best result was my prelim which is B3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math, my algebra sux to the core. Lol. I was one of the best in  my Indo school last time, but if some of u didn’t know, I didn’t go to school for almost a year before I moved to S’pore. And during that period, it seems like I just lost all my algebra skills! I got great marks for chapter by chapter  class test on maths! But when it comes to the combined mid-year paper or end of year paper or prelims, where they combine the things with a lot of algebra, I always got a C or a B! It agitates me as I know that I actually can do it! Grrr… thank God not much algebra came out during Os. And by then I practiced more and I got help from Cleo. Yeah, A math student… lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science, I made stupid mistakes in my O level practical! Really, really, stupid! And I didn’t know the whole section of organic chem! It’s like, whoa man, it’s gonna be tough to get an A. I pushed myself to study a few days before the test, just to recap and cover all the chapters. I really stress myself coz I never exceed studying for 2 hours. Lol. That’s how lazy I was. My usual studying time is half an hour one day before the paper and the 10 mins I get before the paper starts. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay, I got B3 on my first try, re-take it and it was well paid off. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to it la! But basically my meaning is, it’s clear that it’s not my own strength! Really, really, really I know and I’m sure that it was God that gave these results! I AM lazy… I have no intention on studying! But God knows that if I can get good marks, I will be able to go anywhere with ease! So, His goodness, He just poured it out to me and gave me the 5 distinctions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, Math, Science, Art, Malay all A2. Humanities B4, Geog B3.&lt;br /&gt;L1R4 = 10, L1R5 = 13!&lt;br /&gt;Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, went to Kembangan with Cleo to meet Stephen… it’s suppose to be a happy day for me, but I really feel sad about how my other friends did. It’ll be great if all of them were to get better than me or at least near to my result, that way we can really celebrate together… but being the one “scoring higher” doesn’t make me feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went to Cleo’s house after a meal with her, Stephen and Melisa. Got to play a few songs without bass (coz Jin Sheng borrowed Cleo’s bass) before CG starts with Ruben they all. Won the game together with Chen Xian. It was “eating the hanging cracker with yucky sweet black sauce all over it the fastest” competition. Lol. Got two buckz each as a prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During CG we sang “Perfect Love”. The song really brings me back to the time when Bedok View was still having prayer meeting together! Me and Cleo loved to play this song for one season. And got one time we play together using two guitars and one would pick melodies while the other strum the chords. It’s a very beautiful, simple song. And somehow I can feel a tug in my heart and it says only a few words, “prayer… pray…” and I got a feeling to share a testimony about how I feel! Well, I didn’t. My testimony was just about my results. And guess what, today’s CG topic was about PRAYER! Hahaha… should’ve listened to the Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, missed those old times when we were not so into our own stuff and so busy with things that we can spare a time to meet and pray. Gotta resume it somehow. Prayer meetings really is powerful. Builts the bond in your CG and really allows God to move mightily and change the situation for your good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I’ve written enough. Good night world. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-8734861236976196839?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/8734861236976196839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=8734861236976196839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/8734861236976196839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/8734861236976196839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/results-are-out.html' title='Results are out!'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-2039787459342162859</id><published>2007-02-09T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:28:32.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Good Will Hunting.</title><content type='html'>Just watched Good Will Hunting! It was very nice! The story was very touching and it’s very meaningful! U know, actually I rented this VCD coz I remember that pst.Kong used this movie as one of the examples to portray that actually people are making movies that has the same meaning or message parts of the scripture is trying to tell, remember that service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Matt Damon was very young at that time! Check him out playing the movie Bourne Identity and Bourne Supremacy, both of ‘em rockz! He’s really good at acting. His expressions are very real. Anyway, in Good Will Hunting, Ben Afflect was still quite young! He’s pretty old now I guess. Hahaha. And of course, Robin Williams. He’s really such an actor! I mean, he has this thing in him that makes movies alive! Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot’s of “F” words in the movie, and pretty frequently used actually. Hehehe. But don’t be bothered by it, the message in the whole story is just touching. Well, one of it is about imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, Robin Williams was talking to Matt Damon about his wife, which passed away. Robin Williams said that she likes to fart during her sleep! Hahaha. The way he said it was very hilarious! And got one time she slept and she farted so loud that she woke up the dog! And the worse one was when she farted during her sleep and she woke up herself and turn to him, asking, “was that you?” Hahaha. Of course it’s not Robin’s real wife, it’s just part of the movie story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both laughed like mad but then Robin continued, he said that now even when she’s gone, that was the moments he remembered. People say that it’s imperfection, that it was a flaw. But to him, her imperfection has made their time together memorable. So he said to Matt, “So what if you’re not perfect? So what if she’s not perfect? Together, you can be perfect for each other.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww… so touching. There’s more but it’s kinda’ long to tell and I need to sleep or else I’ll be late for my O levels result collection tmr. Hahaha. Nitez world! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-2039787459342162859?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2039787459342162859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=2039787459342162859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2039787459342162859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2039787459342162859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-will-hunting.html' title='Good Will Hunting.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-887041913136175112</id><published>2007-02-08T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:00:44.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>First Breakfast! (not last supper)</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 8.20am! WOW! Miracle! Right? Yeah, u know why? This Bertrand asked me if I want to join him to go to the gym today. We were chatting yesterday midnight. Well, I said why not, since I havn’t done any real exercise since my fractured finger. But now the fracture has healed, but the metal still inside but it doesn’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I cooked two eggs and make a glass of milo for myself. It was really good! It has been SOOOOO long since I ate any kind of breakfast! Should really start a healthy lifestyle… hmmm… aiya, laziness creeps in already just by having the thought it… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Bert in front of the police station near my house and we walked for 5 mins til we reach the gym. It was awfully near to my house! Should go more often… hahaha. Well, I don’t want to shock my muscles and get a cramp, coz it’s been very long since I go to the gym or exercise, so I started on all the training quite lightly. It was just an hour session, but if u were there, you’ll be shock how my muscles grew! It literally grew! Like, twice the size! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But u know why? It was just a temporary thing. Every time we exercise a lot or at the gym, we really push our muscles to do heavy work. So blood pumps into our muscles (mostly in the hand area where it is most visible) and it grew very big. But guess what, an hour later it’ll grow smaller again and tomorrow you’ll se it returning to original size. Hahaha. That’s why we need constant training, which I may start doing. Maybe twice a week – if I managed to defeat my laziness. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we were done, chit chat a bit with him for a while and we went home. I waked home and once I reached home I just play my bass and practice the scales I’ve learned in my bass lesson. But was very tired so I took a nap. About one and a half hours. Woke up and it was lunch time, I’m suppose to eat, but I didn’t. play some stuff with my comp, design something which I wont reveal for the time being and guess what, it was 4pm already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bathe and I left house to eat my lunch and dinner at Bedok. Met Shawn at 5pm and we took bus 2 to Riverwalk. Had BS at 6pm. It very good! I learned a couple of things that I really need to meditate on first and maybe next time I’ll share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 12 and went home. Lol. Shawn was very cute all the way. when we were leaving for Riverwalk, he slept all the way. I kept watch of the place we were and thank goodness didn’t miss the stop. I woke him up and we went out from the bus. When we were going home, he also slept all the way! Well, I was reading my book The Templars half way and felt very drowsy. So I slept also. It was very inconvenient coz I sat NOT next to the window which Shawn is happily leaning his head unto. Hahaha. Oh well. Managed to say goodbye to him (he was half-awake) and dropped at Tanah Merah MRT. I walked home. It was not so far. Along the way I composed this stupid sms that sound’s like some medieval commander encouraging his troops to prepare them for a huge war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“4e4… my brethren, my family, my fellow transgressors of education.. Tomorrow will be the day, that will change our lives forever.. The day of our destiny.. Lest anyone fall, let them die in honor, but let it be far from 4e4, for we will emerge as champions! So let us be merry tonight! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(actually to make it sound more real, I’m suppose to add “drink your wines and sleep with you wives” before I realized no one’s married and I’m sending to girls also… XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; And as we enter back into the land of BVSS tomorrow, we shall enter, fearless! Long love 4/4!!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohoooo tomorrow’s our result! O LEVEL STUDENTS!! EMBRACE YOURSELVES!! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-887041913136175112?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/887041913136175112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=887041913136175112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/887041913136175112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/887041913136175112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-breakfast-not-last-supper.html' title='First Breakfast! (not last supper)'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-5202244271190720860</id><published>2007-02-07T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:41:06.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Impossible!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Check this out! An impossible picture! I took it in front of 3 mirrors facing me and all of them shows different picture of myself! How can it be?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028789973608999666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RcnZ1lsCqvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AfewVFya2AE/s320/United+Finish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hehehe... power of photoshop. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-5202244271190720860?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/5202244271190720860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=5202244271190720860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5202244271190720860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/5202244271190720860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/impossible.html' title='Impossible!'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee502e-ipnw/RcnZ1lsCqvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AfewVFya2AE/s72-c/United+Finish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172727532829788375.post-6396862910170795460</id><published>2007-02-07T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:36:14.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Kids... =P</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching Click! It was good! A mixture of comedy, drama and fantasy. But really, the story behind it is pretty much straight forward yet meaningful: you gotta make the right decisions in life. And family comes first before work! Hahaha… should watch it if u got the chance. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened my eyes for 20 seconds at 8.20am. read the sms form my aunt that says she needs my help to go to Mandarin Gardens and sent this file she needed today. And I said in my mind, “with pleasure my dear aunt!”&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. But was too tired to reply. So I slept again. Well, woke up at around 11.30 and left house to eat at Bedok. Along the way I was reading the book The Knights Templar. I think it’s a pretty good book. Not to mention it’s somehow related to the book The First Crusade that I read. It’s an awesome history book! It tells us about the crusade during the dark ages, people kills in the name of God. If you have the time, go research on it and find out what it is. The Crusade. It’s very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Bedok, pamper myself with one big plate of duck rice and another plate of oyster sauce veggy. Reached Mandarin Gardens, got the file transfer done and head to tha pool! Wohoo! By that time it was around one plus, so the sun is up and everything was just nice. Swam, tan, swam, tan, head back to the room by 3pm and watched Click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, why do ppl need to eat twice a day? I mean, I’m getting used to eating once a day it’s making me normal to it, man. Hahaha. I know it’s not good. And it’s a bad habit. But hey, sometimes can’t help it. Too lazy too cook or walk down to spend money and find some food. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, love is in the air. I didn’t know so many of my friends are falling in love nowadays. Well, truly a guy can’t live without a girl and vice versa. But wonder why, some are just running away from the thought of it. They don’t want families, or some don’t want children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to one of my friends and she said, “the idea of having a fetus growing inside my stomach is making me sick.”&lt;br /&gt;Lol, that’s a nice way of putting it. But then I said (which I believe is quite true), “so if you don’t wanna have babies, why not get a husband and adopt babies! That way u can enjoy sex without the need of going thru the pain of labor.”&lt;br /&gt;And check out what she said, “Lol. That’s true. That’s the use of condoms nowadays!”&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha… future talk, u know… plan early, don’t be sorry and stuff…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I was in another conversation with another friend (very long ago) and we agree that actually kids are the ones that made a family, a family! It brings colors to the parent’s life and meaning to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, check out one example I’m living with – my landlord. They’re just an old couple! With no one else to worry about but each other! Sounds good to you? Hell, not for me. Imagine getting all the money, and saving it up for yourselves. Well maybe sent some for your parents once in a while, but, taking care of your own flesh and bones are so much meaningful! Giving them life, scolding, love, education, future, guidance, lies and truths that hurts all the same, it’s meaningful! Lol. But well, they may be “barren” if u know what I mean… =P&lt;br /&gt;And most likely the women coz if it’s the guy, they can go to the sperm bank for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! Lol. Maybe I’m gonna rent some more VCDs. But before that I’m gonna cook my yummy delicious dinner – indomie. Hehehehe… “healthy” is my middle name! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some more interesting conversations I had in my life that got to do with this topic... oh well, maybe I'll spare it for later... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-6396862910170795460?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/6396862910170795460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=6396862910170795460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6396862910170795460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6396862910170795460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/adult-talk-p.html' title='Kids... =P'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-7957763601446769687</id><published>2007-02-06T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:22:15.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The Guardian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, I watched The Guardian. It was very touching. It’s a great movie. My gosh, it almost made me tear. Such meaningful story. Man, I’m overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a story of a legendary coast guard named Randall (Kevin Costner) that saves so many life, that some said he saved 200 lifes before. On one stormy day, he was on a rescue mission with his team. It was a cargo ship wrecked. They reached the scene with their rescue helicopter and saw only dead bodies – except for one boy that manage so signal them that he’s still alive. Randall jumped down onto the raging sea and managed to get the boy into a life basket connected to the helicopter where the helicopter can lift the boy to safety. But without warning, a cargo box tossed so high by the waves hit the tail of the helicopter. The helicopter lose control and it crashed into the sea, burning to it’s very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy inside the life basket looked straight into Randall’s eyes, and he was pulled down into the ocean’s depths as the helicopter sunk, for the basket was connected straight to the helicopter – Randall was powerless. Randall’s partner emerged from the sea, survived the explosion with half of his faced burned. Randall hold on tight to him and told him, “they’re going to come for us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coast guard HQ sent an airplane to cross over the crash area and drop a life boat for Randall and his friend to rest in as they wait for rescue team to be reach. His friend was in great pain and when he was about to give up, Randall said, ”no! you’re going to survive! We’re going home! Hang on… Hang on!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came, and the rescue team finally located them. Randall, freezing and barely living, were carried into safety and brought back to base. His friend died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tragedy, Randall was given the task to train new recruits! It was the last thing he ever wanted, but the commander told him that it would be a good break for him as he needed rest to recover from the trauma of the tragedy. That’s where he met Jake (Ashton Kutcher). Jake was cocky, yet talented indeed. After the long, inspiring training from Randall, the new recruits were brushed up from their raw character, into someone that values other’s life more than theirs. Their code: “So others may live.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake graduated, and he became a full time rescue swimmer, just like Randall. But during one rescue mission, Randall was still haunted by the tragedy and it almost cost a person’s life during that mission. Jake was his partner that time and he managed to make Randall snap out of his trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rescue was a success, but Randall resigned once he reached the base.&lt;br /&gt;Before Randall left, Jake got to talk with him and they had this conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake : “So, umm… before you go, I got one more thing to ask you. How many was it? What was your real number? (saves)”&lt;br /&gt;Randall: “twenty-two.”&lt;br /&gt;Jake : “twen… oh… twenty-two… (in disbelief) oh okay. Not bad… not bad at all… it’s not two hundred or anything but not bad… (still in disbelief! Hahaha, his face was hilarious)”&lt;br /&gt;Randall : “It’s the number of lives I’ved lost, Jake. It’s the only number you need to keep track of.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally in the end, Jake went on a mission. It was a fishing boat (not the small ones, those that was used to fish hundreds of Tunas at one go) with 4 men in it. He managed to save the 3 very smoothly coz they were on deck. One was trapped inside. Jake went in and saw the man trapped by his leg to a metal thingy. Jake reported to the helicopter and they said they can’t hold any longer for the fuel is running out. Jake told him to leave him and come back coz he wanted to save this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The helicopter left. On that very night, Randall was happen to be at the HQ and were going to pack his last stuffs when he overheard the situation. There was no other swimmer ready to go so Randall was the only hope to save Jake. Randall put on his swimming costume once again and took off with another helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake, still on the scene, tossed to and fro inside a fragile boat, managed to free the person’s leg. But suddenly, the boat shook so hard at pieces of it broke off and sealed the door in which Jake was in so he could not get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s trying hard but the door wont budge, and the guy he was trying to save hit his head to a metal thingy during the incident and passed out. Before he knew it, the water was filling inside the room and he was trapped inside – Randall’s his only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randall arrived on scene and used a metal wire down from the helicopter to the boat. The metal wire got stuck into one of the boat’s metal thingy again and Randall has to let go of the wire and climb down to the deck. The managed to land and found himself closer and closer to Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both heard each other and Randall held on to a metal bar above him and kicked all the metals that was locking the door while Jake took his last breath of air, for the water filled the room. Randall, with his final kick opened the door and together with Jake, all the water inside the room gushed out. They held to each other and walked out from the cabin to the deck. By now the ship was starting to sink and the wind was howling ever stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The helicopter lowered down the metal wire and both Randall and Jake managed to lock themselves to the wire just before the whole ship sank into the ocean. It was a wonderful moment to know that they’re going to live to see another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like any turns in movies, the metal wire wears off and it was going to snap. It was damaged when the wire was stuck during Randall’s descent. Now the helicopter crew can only hope that the wire would be able to hold until two of them reached the helicopter. It was still a long way to go. Randall on the other hand, who knew best about situations like this, unlocked himself from the metal wire and said, “this wire will not hold both of us.” And he let go of the wire. Jake, was stunned yet his reflexes succeeded him to catch Randall by one hand just before he fell. Jake said, “I wont let go!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their hands are slowly slipping away, and they were in the tip of each other’s finger. The wire made noises as if to warn them that their time is almost up and they both will fall, very, very soon. Randall looked into the sea, 80 feet below him and said, “I will.” He took of his gloves that Jake was holding on into and he dropped from 80 feet high, into the raging waves, in which from that height, no man can survive a fall into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the U.S. Coast Guard made the biggest search history ever know, to find the body of the legendary swimmer, heroes to many, Randall. Their actions were in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, and Jake continued his noble job as a coast guard. One day he saved this man and once they both reached the helicopter, he man asked, “where’s the other one?”&lt;br /&gt;Jake looked into the ocean and replied, ”There is no other one…”&lt;br /&gt;The man continued, “there was! He was there! When I was about to drown he kept on saying ‘don’t give up! Hold on! They’ll be here! Just hold on!’ and he never let go of me… he never let go… never let go…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“There was a legend. Of a man living in deepest side of the ocean. Helping those who are in need. Telling them never to let go. Of course, I was just a legend… but they call him, the Guardian.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long but awesome, huh?? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Bedok North soon. Just need to pack my stuff and go. Yes I’m at my aunt’s place if I forgot to mention. Maybe I’ll watch Click at home. Take care ppl. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-7957763601446769687?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/7957763601446769687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=7957763601446769687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7957763601446769687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7957763601446769687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow-i-watched-guardian.html' title='The Guardian'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-4702158912987916905</id><published>2007-02-06T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:44:38.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Life goes on.</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 11.57. got the news that my lesson will start at 1pm so I rushed out the house and thank God bus 14 reached the bus stop at the same time as I did. Lol. Reached Roxy sq on time and the teacher was not there yet. It’s good coz I was hungry so I bought a kit kat bar and H2O drink… enough to fill my stomach. For the time being at least.&lt;br /&gt;Learned A LOT in the lesson today. Gotta practice and show it off to my whole band. Hehehehehehehee.&lt;br /&gt;Went to bedok to eat, met Jeffry! He was waiting for his friend but somehow he looked very stressed out. I wonder why. And he was still waiting when I finished my food. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Changi General Hospital. The people in the therapy room was surprised they saw me again! Hahaha. And all of ‘em said that I looked very different with my long hair. Hahaha. I miss that place, the people there are like my friends! But the therapy today was painful. They say I need to rub on my scar more coz it’s getting pretty stiff. Anw, next appointment is next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my aunt’s place now, gotta settle some business stuff. Helping out my mom. Afterwards I think I’m gonna watch The Guardian and Click so I can return the VCD’s to the aunty at the shop here in Mandarin Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll write more tonight I guess. Take care guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-4702158912987916905?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/4702158912987916905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=4702158912987916905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4702158912987916905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4702158912987916905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-231815072765509645</id><published>2007-02-06T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:48:10.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Determination.</title><content type='html'>YAY! My soul is satisfied! Hahaha. Troy was amazing. I just finished watching it with some peanuts and a super big gulp glass of Milo to accompany me. I rented the DVD so there’s this bonus things that shows us something like “the making of TROY”. It was awesome, they actually built a whole city! Using rubbers and woods and fiber glass, it was awesome. I just realized how huge the movie industry is. And even the soldiers was scenes, they practice it over and over again! And they use graphic effects to multiply 800 actual soldiers into what it seems like 50.000 soldiers! And how they make the sound effects and all, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I rented two other movies, The Guardian and Click. Heard from my friend that The Guardian is really good and heard from lots of ppl that I have to watch Click and that it has a lot of meaning to the story. Maybe I’ll watch later after I finish typing… or should I sleep…? Sigh… decisions, decisions, decisions…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I’ll be having my bass lesson… but there’s no news at what time it will be. The teacher is kinda’ busy to the timing keeps on changing. Anw, tmr I’ll be seeing the doctor also. Check up on my finger. It hasn’t healed 100% but it’s getting better and better. But somehow the pain is also getting more and more as it comes closer to full recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever felt unsatisfied continually? Like, you want to do something when you’re doing nothing, and you want to do something else when you’ve started doing something. And once we’ve done so much, you just want to stop everything and do nothing. Lol. Funny isn’t it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Being determined is fixing your focus on one direction to achieve the goal you’ve set, regardless of challenges faced, being flexible enough to make changes yet not compromising to anything less than what you’ve wanted to achieve. It is being a good finisher of what you’ve started.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-231815072765509645?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/231815072765509645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=231815072765509645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/231815072765509645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/231815072765509645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/determination.html' title='Determination.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-7559058508120471635</id><published>2007-02-05T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T15:56:52.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Troy and the hair. Lol.</title><content type='html'>Woke up at around noon, ate at Bedok the usual stuff and went to my Mandarin Gardens to swim. My gosh it was such a perfect weather! The sun was up, the heat was just nice, no clouds with a little breeze, but guess what? I reached the swimming pool and it’s all cloudy! Man… I think I’m an hour too late… =(&lt;br /&gt;Swam like, 4 rounds and sun tan for like, 10 mins and I was done. Very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. But I’m also happy! Hahaha, I love my aunt’s place coz the laptop shows true color. U know my PC screen at home? Red becomes black and yellow is brown. And many many more stupid things. I didn’t even know how my blog ACTUALLY looked like til I saw it from this laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to rent Troy VCD! Lately I’ve been longing to watch that show again! I can imagine Achilles (Brad Pitt) slay that giant by a stab of his sword. And when he threw a spear from an impossible distance and hit one of the enemy’s horsemen. Oh oh, and and, that duel with Hector (Eric Bana), it’s just plainly cool! I remember once I kept on repeating that duel scene for like, four times just to satisfy my soul “indulging” myself in the coolest duel I’ve ever seen. Even Kung-Fus were not as good! Hehehe. But Paris (Orlando Bloom) was plain sissy in this movie. Watched how cool Orlando played as the elf in LOTR? The long white hair, super elf senses and his unmatched Robin Hood-like skills. But check him out at Troy. The sissy boy that fell in love with a King’s wife, stupid enough to take her with him, and sparks off one of the biggest war legend ever told. But they do say that Helen was one of God’s most beautiful creation; comparable to Cleopatra.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the VCD rent shop here wont be open til 5pm so I gotta wait patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is long. And it’s messy. I wanna trim it down. Make it neater. Thanks to Joemil, my hair is kinda’ ruined. But actually it’s also thanks to him that I have a good hairstyle for my secondary years and not to mention it’s cheap. The only problem was the scissors he was using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I went to cut at Pro Trim somewhere at Sengkang. It’s ridiculously expensive (for us students) coz they don’t have special price for students. It’s around 20 buckz plus. But it’s high class and you don’t have to worry about spoilt hair. They were the ones that told me that the kind of scissors that Joemil use (of course, they do not know who on earth is Joemil an if he even existed, they were just telling me this kind of scissors that’ll ruin your hair if used to often. It’s those trimming scissors. Can’t remember the name.) will spoilt my hair. And Joemil ONLY used that scissors. Lol. Talk about maximum damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I wrote a lot already. Have a nice day! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-7559058508120471635?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/7559058508120471635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=7559058508120471635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7559058508120471635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7559058508120471635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/troy-and-hair-lol.html' title='Troy and the hair. Lol.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-4413595742330193459</id><published>2007-02-05T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T04:57:55.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Eldest.</title><content type='html'>Fell asleep at 12 and woke up at 3.30... restarted my comp coz something was wrong and got to chat with Allegra, best friend in U.S.&lt;br /&gt;I shared quite a bit about what's going on and why I'm so low lately. But looks like an hour of chatting is just not enough... hahaha. She gotta help out her mum clean the kitchen. She said "that's the thing about being the eldest daughter, u got blamed if things got messy in the house." Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, quite true, like it or not all you eldest son or daughter out there, we'll get quite some responsibility from our parents, right? Hahaha. some complained about it, some accept it, but like me I feel privileged. Hahaha. I gotta tell u, it’s not easy. I had a bad memory of this when I was younger and the strain in my family was at it’s peak and everybody talked to me giving me the pressure of the eldest son into my brain. It really hurts on the inside not of fear of responsibility but I got to say things I don’t want to say and they tell me things I don’t want to hear. Lol. It’s complicated and it’s a total nightmare, that week back then… so I wont talk another word about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you guys out there that has an older bro or sis, please forgive us, eldest sons and daughters for sometimes (some cases, most of the time. Worse cases, all the time) being annoying, grumpy, controlling and seems like don’t really care about u ppl, we love u guys, we don’t want u guys to make the same mistakes we made when we were younger, but we’re not mom and dad so sometimes we didn’t really said it in a nice way. Unless we really screw up in life, don’t worry, you don’t need to carry the burden of the family’s responsibility as much as we do. Trust us. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m talking like I’m an adult which made me realize I have no idea what I’m really actually am talking about. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD MORNING WORLD AND HAVE A NICE DAY AHEAD! I’m sleeping, man… =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-4413595742330193459?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/4413595742330193459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=4413595742330193459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4413595742330193459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4413595742330193459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/eldest.html' title='Eldest.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-6140868868130972149</id><published>2007-02-04T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:04:17.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>Guitar = Forbidden (???!!!)</title><content type='html'>Sick of this man. THIS TIME THEY SLEEP??? yeah right........ What a stupid night job they have! I CAN'T PLAY and what they want me to do?? I think I rather go outside and play..... BUT I NEED MY COMP FOR THE CHORDS! God give me patiece............ I'm really sick of this...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell with it la.... I'm going to eat my dinner.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-6140868868130972149?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/6140868868130972149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=6140868868130972149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6140868868130972149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6140868868130972149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/guitar-forbidden.html' title='Guitar = Forbidden (???!!!)'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-6043018539087093192</id><published>2007-02-04T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:21:55.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>United.</title><content type='html'>Quite a long day today! Shawn woke me up at 8am just like what I told him to do, but I fall asleep again and woke up at 9.15! Rushed to church, took a cab and reached at 10.07. Missed a praise song I think. The Time Has Come in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sat with Shawn and Ivan. Finally! I can enjoy praise and worship! U know yesterday, I couldn’t enjoy even if I want to! I have to hold on to THIRTEEN empty seats for the Indonesians in my CG! The hall was packed and they’re like, 20 mins late!....... or less maybe. Anyway! Thank God the ushers didn’t make my life more difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today’s service was awesome! I wont be surprised if many of my friends find it boring coz it talks something about history of the Pentacostal move, but I somehow managed to open my eyes and listened attentively! It somehow caught my attention very well! Wow, now I really feel like learning more about the Theology. Gotta go to SOT someday, man! Soon, I hope! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned about the power of the unity in the Body Of Christ. With faith comes love and with love comes unity and with unity comes power. And with it, we can do God’s will on earth. It’s awesome, buy the sermon CD if you missed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about waves and streams. Waves come strongly and suddenly it dies. The Holy Spirit moves more like a stream, it flows constantly, joining together with other streams, connecting and forming a river throughout generations and generations. I love what he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Spirit doesn’t move, move the Spirit! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service went to eat at Bedok with Shawn and Ivan and E408. Zhang Wei, Joalin, Wyelin they all. Afterwards I was waiting for bus 222 to come when suddenly Clive called and asked me if I’m free to follow him shopping at Bugis coz apparently Ruben the main stylist in our CG is not available. Of course I’m free. Lol. It was PACKED! Can’t breathe! It’s like… my gosh… I hate shopping like that. Anw, he bought a black jacket (really makes him looked like a young executive) and two shirts. Well, we were content until we met Cleo and she told me that it was actually for Chinese New Year. Hahaha… he bought the shirts one black and one white! XD&lt;br /&gt;He also bought a necklace and a bracelet. Cool ones. I bought a bracelet that’s all. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait to jam one of these days. But actually now it’s pretty limited so I can’t put much hope in it. Yeap, it’s good to limit also coz we’re using other people’s house to jam, their sanctuary. Sigh, there’s gotta be a solution, man! Maybe in the future. For now? We gotta accept what we have! =)&lt;br /&gt;Well, even at home, I’m staying with a landlord that is really really amazingly and unbelievably sensitive to sound! I CAN’T PLAY AT NIGHT! Omg… that’s like, the best time to play…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, and did I tell u? Yesterday Jennifer was sitting next to me during service and she saw my toy icky spider (it’s a keychain) on my bag and she almost jumped from her seat! Hahaha. She placed her bag between us and it was so fun making fun of her. During the preaching the almost screamed she said when I scare her with it. Lol. I’ve never seen anyone so afraid of toys before… toys! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I’m blank. Dunno what to write. And Jennifer seems to be laughing now coz of my stupid jokes in MSN. Lol. Don’t tell u… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna play guitar. I love that arise and built song. So long since I played it! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-6043018539087093192?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/6043018539087093192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=6043018539087093192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6043018539087093192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6043018539087093192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/united.html' title='United.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-1200994497171670639</id><published>2007-02-04T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:19:25.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Move on...?</title><content type='html'>Just got back. Service was awesome today (though they sang in Chinese again… sigh) but pst.Ulf is super hilarious! He’s the funniest oldest man I’ve ever known! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he shared his missions experience are just… awesome… he put it in such a funny and interesting way, yet he never fail to put the main message across to us – when we are sent to the missions, the whole heaven will back us up! Everything’s gonna be alright! No matter how difficult or challenging being in some alien nation with weird cultures and unknown delicacies all around us, everything’s gonna be alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really impacted me when he shared about the perspective we have about “going”. “Going” includes two things: Leaving behind the things dear to us – our home, our comfort, loved ones. But that should not be the centre of our focus, instead we have to think that when we’re “going”, we are &lt;em&gt;going forward to&lt;/em&gt; something! We gotta see our destination and purpose, not grieving and throw a pity-party of how miserable and lonely we are in the mission field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcome the fear of missions and receive the fire of missions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service went to eat at Aston’s. Ate a wonderfully flavored black pepper steak! Wohoo. That thing was really worth all my waiting time and my 10 buckz!&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, waiting time. Missed bus 12 coz we were waiting for Shawn. The rest kept on complaining and I was quite sick of it. Lol. So I just pretend not to hear anything. The next bus 12 came half an hour later. Afterwards, we gotta wait for the table to clear (it was a full-house at Aston’s) for like, 15 mins? Maybe more. Didn’t really care coz I was feeling a bit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, recapping today, it was funny in the beginning – watched the Simpsons. It was awesome during service – looooveee pst.Ulf. But nothing really special towards the end of the day. Except for the yummy black pepper steak of course, I was kinda’ feeling low throughout the night. And they say our end is supposed to be better than the beginning? Sigh. I need to pray, man… Good night world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Break out from where you are. It’s about time you move on. Don’t let your emotions take you over. You are filled with confusion right now, it’s wrapping your heart. you gotta break out from that confusion – I don’t know how but you gotta ask God about it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… Thanks…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-1200994497171670639?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/1200994497171670639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=1200994497171670639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/1200994497171670639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/1200994497171670639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-got-back.html' title='Move on...?'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-7052404450134964346</id><published>2007-02-03T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:44:33.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Love love love.</title><content type='html'>Slept at 5.20 something. Woke up at 12 plus and just finished bathing. Saw my hand phone with 10 missed calls from Phoebe. She called at 8am. I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;I called back and she was at the dentist and she said she’ll tell me later. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.C. (my bestie in U.S.) sent me a msg on MSN. I replied and she’s still online… I wonder what time it is there… I think it’s somewhere around 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;She’s sharing with me as I’m writing now about Ferry, my best friend in Bali. The two of them got this love story and it end up quite sad. I knew them since primary 4 and I knew how much Ferry liked her since then. Well, maybe it’s just some monkey love u know when ur a kid that young, but as the years pass by and (by secondary 1 I think she moved to Canada) they met again in Bali, things start to built up u know.&lt;br /&gt;And what do u know, tragedy bestowed upon them. Lol. I made it sound as if one of them died. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Ferry is very sad coz they broke up (I don’t wanna go to explicit details coz it’s kinda personal I think for them) and he can’t do anything to be with her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s very hard for me to see Ferry (he’s really like my own brother and our family knows it. Lol) being so heart broken and I can’t so anything to help him. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobie: u know, i think i wouldve done the same if i was in his place&lt;br /&gt;Tobie: holding on to the hope that one day i can marry u&lt;br /&gt;Tobie: XD&lt;br /&gt;E.C.   : LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;E.C.   : WHY ?&lt;br /&gt;E.C.   : im not the only fish in the sea...&lt;br /&gt;Tobie: well, if i caught a fish that i always dreamed of and i let it slip away and fall back to the sea, i'll fish for the rest of my life trying to catch the same one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, well I know, the phrase “for the rest of my life” is kinda’ exaggerating. But I said that just to tell her how Ferry would’ve felt. I’m not that desperate okay. If I were to tell her my perspective I’ll say: Well, if I caught a fish that I always dreamed of and I let it slip away and fall back to the sea, I’ll go to bed and dream of a different fish. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I’m not that bad. But I’m really not in the mood to think about love stuffs. Someone said to me if you love, you’ll let go if the need arises. Just like the Father, because he loves us, he let go of His only Son whom He loves also and let Jesus to die for our sins.&lt;br /&gt;It’s powerful. When love is able and willing let go. I think it’s the ultimate act of love. Sigh. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I just got the permission from her to write their story in my blog! Hahaha… nah, I don’t know, it’s kinda’ long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey gtg. Got 4 more episodes of the Simpsons to watch and then I’m off to church. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-7052404450134964346?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/7052404450134964346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=7052404450134964346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7052404450134964346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/7052404450134964346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-love-love.html' title='Love love love.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-619312540150608818</id><published>2007-02-03T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:35:06.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Word'/><title type='text'>Jealousy.</title><content type='html'>Well well well, was chatting with Wyelin and suddenly she asked, “if you’re jealous, are you sinning.”&lt;br /&gt;I told her, well, that’s a kinda’ difficult question, it can be a no and it can be a yes. But on top of that she highlighted why she asked this coz in Exo 20:5b “for I the Lord your God, am a jealous God” (this is talking about not worshipping any other God than Him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that let me write a disclaimer: The following context are directed and may be accepted warmly mostly by Christians which is of the same faith as mine. If u happen to be of any other belief, it’s not necessary for you to accept the truth that I’ve written here. Nevertheless, I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ, so enjoy and God bless you. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now lets take a look of WHY God will be jealous if you worship other gods. Because God is good, and He know the best for you. He wants you to only have Him as your God in your life because He knew that it is the best for you to be wholeheartedly obedient to your true creator!&lt;br /&gt;He’s jealous because He wanted you to have the best (Him) but you choose the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, is it sin? No.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because the intention of the heart was for the good. It was out of His love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when a husband saw his wife blinking her eye to another guy and sipping from the same martini glass with him and getting drunk together and stuff, who on earth wouldn’t get jealous?! And who on earth wouldn’t get angry?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, is it sin? I don’t think so. As long as the husband don’t have thoughts of killing the guy in the worse agonizing, tormenting death ever, he’s not sinning.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because his feeling of jealousy is out of love for his wife and not wanting to lose the woman he had made an oath to not leave each other no matter what until death sets them a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets say someone else of your age had a car and you don’t even have a bicycle. And you felt jealous and you planned a master plan to ruin your “friend’s” car. Poke the tire, spill paint on the window. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it sin? Oh yeah it is. (but remember where sin abounds, grace abounds even more, so if you happen to be someone I've described just now, repent and His grace is sufficient to forgive u... XD)&lt;br /&gt;Coz you’ve entertained a negative thought of jealousy and put your thoughts into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is actually the intent of the heart. Feelings comes and goes. We can’t like, be overly righteous and fasted three days three nights for “the redemption of our sins of jealousy” every time we feel jealous. But what we can do is to pray about it and give thanks to the Lord. Once we learn how to give thanks for the things we already have, we wont be jealous of material things or social status or anything. We’ll be happy of what and who we are.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-619312540150608818?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/619312540150608818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=619312540150608818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/619312540150608818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/619312540150608818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-733435256478884859</id><published>2007-02-03T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T01:43:56.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Rockin' day.</title><content type='html'>Long day.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12.14. Jin Sheng called me. He said he was free and wanted to jam if possible. So I said, just on time, we wanted to jam at Cleo’s. So, met him at 1.30 at Bedok, ate my lunch while he shared with me what A.R.Bernard preached on Sunday. Oh man, I missed such powerful word!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Walked to Cleo’s house and taught him Follow The Son by Hillong London. He did very well! Learned quite fast actually! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later Ruben came and we start playin’ around a bit with some worship songs. JS took the drums, not bad at all. Finally not long after that Clive reached home, join us and took over the drums. Played our usual “heat up” song, Intro and The Time Has Come by Hillsong United. Played around with some other songs until Ruben’s cousin, Samuel came and Imanuel came also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun! Ruben insisted me on trying to sing. Lol. It was horrible for me. Lost my voice. Hmmm… maybe should practice singing. Hahaha, I’ll start from bathroom singing first… =P&lt;br /&gt;Sang the verse for Here I Am Send Me (wah, just like Stu G.) and back up for other songs. Lead the worship Til I See You by Hillsong London, hahaha, have to improve next time coz I’ve lost my voice by then. And finally my fav, Sweet Child O’ Mine! Sang the chorus like mad! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Cleo’s mom, aunt May (Spider-man’s aunt’s name also! =P) sent me and Cliff and Ruben to Expo for pst.Ulf’s conference! It was awesome. Regardless of the fact that they sang most of the songs in Chinese which I fail to comprehend totally, it was a great conference.&lt;br /&gt;Learned a lot of interesting stuffs and facts about blessings. And check out what he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think you’re not special, you are.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think you’re too special, you’re not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha… and I love his expressions. The way he shared his stories. Best. No.1. Top notch. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wont go into much of the details, buy the sermon CD if u like! =P&lt;br /&gt;Ate with Ruben, Shawn, Wyelin and Shavonne at Princess Mac. As usual Ruben and Shawn couldn’t get along (not seriously… hehehe…), but by now we all know that that’s how they show their “brotherly love” to each other. =P&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least they bad-mouth each other in front of each other and not behind each other’s back! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ruben sent Shavonne back and along the way we came up with this silly names for out instruments. It all started by calling ourselves “the Rockin’ guardian Angel” of Shavonne (since we were carrying our guitar n bass) and calling my bass “The End Times Bass”. Lol. And I called his guitar “The Guitar Of The Apocalypse” . Hahaha, plain silly. And in the end we finalize it and the names are “Bass of Grace”, “Guitar of Salvation”, “Drums of Judgement”, “Keyboard of Peace” and the “Mike of Deliverance”. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on the whole it’s a nice day. A few “glitches” here and there but I rather not talk about it. Everybody makes mistakes and talking about it will just make it worse. But well, if ur asking how I’m feelin’ lately… not at my prime I guess.&lt;br /&gt;U know the kinda’ feeling when u have a very good friend with u, and a long the way things happen and u drew away and now that close friendship just like, gone away? Flew out the window? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;And u know when it’s like, you wanna make a positive change for yourself but things just pull you down? How strong can a strong person be? And I’ve found out long ago that I myself am weak. Well, that’s why I need my God more and more. I wanna rely on His unlimited strength rather than my own limited strength. When everything else seems to be like a snare on my feet, He’s the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I hate the feeling of people coming and going from my life. Oh well, like what pst.Ulf said, our life wont be an easy life but it’s a blessed life! So, I’m blessed with all of u my friends and families out there! I could not have asked for more. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write more later I guess…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-733435256478884859?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/733435256478884859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=733435256478884859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/733435256478884859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/733435256478884859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/rockin-day.html' title='Rockin&apos; day.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-4879947728392938743</id><published>2007-02-02T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T04:32:55.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Morning Gaming.</title><content type='html'>Wohoo... who would've been awake this "early". Hahahaha... played my Drakengard2 (if any of u knows what game that is) and reached the second last chapter. And I levelled this n00b weapon and suddenly it turned out to be one of the strongest in the game! Phew, all my hard work pays off... it deals 33 damage before and now it can deal up to 126! Wohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i love games. anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm going to bed. will be jamming at Cleo's house tmr with Clive, Ruben n Imanuel. Around 3 plus I think, before we take off to Expo for pst.Ulf’s conference.&lt;br /&gt;Ruben wanted to try out this new songs he'd written. And gonna play some McFly's songs, looks like the song "too close for comfort" is Imanuel's and Ruben's fav. It's nice, but I'm o-kay with it. Annnd... our usual stuff, Hillsong United (we're pretty good at their songs already, especially the praises) but this time we may try out the worships... like, The Stand - Selah - Hallelujah. Yeap, some kinda' worship medley.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I really wanted to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! One of my best friend from Bali, Hadi, replied my msg on msn! I was telling him about the progress of the game (yeap, he’s my game khaki) and I was expecting no reply coz I thot he would’ve been sleeping by now and maybe he’s just letting his comp on around the clock as usual. Lol, he got school tmr (later) plus have to make a speech and suppose to wake up at 7 and he’s sleeping at this time… by now it’s 4.21am. I don’t know what he’s thinking. Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ehem, sorry for the short side-track… I really wanted to play the songs from Hillsong London! My God I’m craving for it! Hahaha… hope Ruben can make it in the original key (sing). It is kinda’ high. But lowering it down would make it sound not so nice… Hehehehe… easy for me to say, coz I’m not the one singing anyway… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitez world! Or to be more precise, good morning and have a nice day ahead! I’m sleeping ‘til afternoon, baby… XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-4879947728392938743?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/4879947728392938743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=4879947728392938743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4879947728392938743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/4879947728392938743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/morning-gaming.html' title='Morning Gaming.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-6344515080194804812</id><published>2007-02-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:09:26.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Slack day.</title><content type='html'>Woke up at two in the afternoon... took a bath and straight away watch the Simpsons DVD Ruben lend me.&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious! Well, honestly some are just a bit boring. But check out what Homer Simpsons (the dad) said in one of the episodes when Bart (the son) ran away from home and saw him in on the TV at this scum area :&lt;br /&gt;Marge : "Oh my God, that's Bart!"&lt;br /&gt;Marge's Sister : "How'd he get in there?"&lt;br /&gt;Homer: "We have to find him! (picks up the phone) Hello operator?? Give me the number for 9-1-1!!"&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I laughed like mad upon hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;One more ridiculous scene is on one of the episodes where Bart wanted to be a Daredevil. He went on top of this steep "hill" and planning to ride it down with his skateboard straight to a gorge in front of it and jump to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Homer came just on time and stopped the son. But accidentally Homer got on the skateboard and roll down the steep “hill”… he scream and shouted, “Oh no, oh no, I’m gonna die!... No, no! I’m gonna make it! I’m gonna make it! Yes, yes! I’m the king of the Woooooorrrrllldddd!!” and whaddaya know, he didn’t made it, “Ahhhhhh……. Ugh! Oh! Argh! Doh! Whoa! Ih! Ah! Oh!....” he hit all the rocks on his way down and landed flat on his face. He looked like a slaughtered chicken at that time. Not to mention the skateboard landed on his head.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was enough to make me laugh! Then the ambulance used a helicopter to take him off the bottom of the gorge. Gave him bandages and place him in the ambulance. One second after the ambulance hit the gas, it hit a tree right in front of it. The back-door of the ambulance opened and the bed where Homer was rolled down and fell all the way down to the gorge again! Hahahaha… U gotta watch it to experience the fun of watching other’s (even cartoon’s) agony! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, change into my casual outfit, walked to Bedok. It’s only 20 mins. Half-way I almost got hit by a car. Was crossing this road and didn’t see the car coming from the other side. Was shocked by the sound of the horn, stepped back quickly and my heart was pounding like mad! But thank God nothing happened. Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Bedok, ate at my favorite stall, Selera. Roasted chicken rice! Yumm… next time once I got my own digital cam I’ll take a picture of it and show it to you! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m kinda’ worried for myself u know. I should’ve ate something during lunch time but lazyness took over. Hahaha. And I NEED vegetables! Barely ate any of them lately! Thank goodness Ruben’s mom invited me to eat at their place yesterday and ate some bean sprouts, my fav! And the day before I got to order an oyster sauce veggy and a lemon chicken rice. Cost me 5 buckz. 3 for the lemon chicken rice and 2 for the veggy. Understand now why I don’t bother eat veggies regularly?? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that’s what I miss about Bali the most! My family’s cooking! Whoa, I’m really healthy over there! I mean, really really being took care of… =)&lt;br /&gt;It’s a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, walked back home. I love the night breeze. Turned on my comp and read others blogs and check my e-mail, FS, the usual stuff u do when ur online, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Threw myself at the bed and took a 40mins nap. Yawwnn…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh… What am I going to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll play some PS2! Yay! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-6344515080194804812?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/6344515080194804812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=6344515080194804812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6344515080194804812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/6344515080194804812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/02/slack-day.html' title='Slack day.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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-5172727532829788375.post-2065484695468277786</id><published>2007-01-30T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:24:09.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Declaration'/><title type='text'>Hey everybody! lol.</title><content type='html'>I'm still fixing this blogger thing.... it'll be a while before i'll start posting regularly... anw, the only thing that FS blog is better than this one is the e-mail notification... lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172727532829788375-2065484695468277786?l=ama-deo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/feeds/2065484695468277786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172727532829788375&amp;postID=2065484695468277786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2065484695468277786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172727532829788375/posts/default/2065484695468277786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ama-deo.blogspot.com/2007/01/alpha.html' title='Hey everybody! lol.'/><author><name>creative.inc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10588735465468482003</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>
