<?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-198492209441026854</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:21:24.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take you back, always.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198492209441026854.post-5732891339375009059</id><published>2009-12-30T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T03:47:35.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your birthday's in exactly a month's time. HOW?! D':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-5732891339375009059?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5732891339375009059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-birthdays-in-exactly-months-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/5732891339375009059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/5732891339375009059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-birthdays-in-exactly-months-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-2613108002119546173</id><published>2009-12-27T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:16:10.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glad you're getting used to it. (: Now it's my turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-2613108002119546173?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2613108002119546173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/12/glad-youre-getting-used-to-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/2613108002119546173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/2613108002119546173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/12/glad-youre-getting-used-to-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-6364346944223034855</id><published>2009-12-15T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:42:10.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea how to feel now. I've enjoyed the many many many days with you. (: bye, I'll miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-6364346944223034855?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6364346944223034855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-no-idea-how-to-feel-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/6364346944223034855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/6364346944223034855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-no-idea-how-to-feel-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-6993512112669541189</id><published>2009-12-02T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:23:09.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#FFFFFF" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 770px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="color: black; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;" valign="top" width="580"&gt;This time, This place&lt;br /&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all&lt;br /&gt;I'd give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away(So far away)&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I needed&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore&lt;br /&gt;believe it&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-6993512112669541189?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6993512112669541189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-time-this-place-misused-mistakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/6993512112669541189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/6993512112669541189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-time-this-place-misused-mistakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-2439723456468056484</id><published>2009-11-24T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:37:49.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today woke up and found out that Trishna was going to have lunch with the gays at newton food centre. Lazy to go cause there was no point, but went over instead cause she was going to be alone for 2 hours. ): So, wanted to accompany her. Got ready and rushed out of the house without consuming anything and was really hungry, took a direct bus and dropped off at newton MRT. Walked over the newton food centre only to find out that they left alr and were at newton mrt, pretty pissed at that point of time. Walked back to newton mrt to meet the lonely girl, pissed. (sorry) ): But when I saw her, everything changed. I saw her, her smile and I couldn't get myself to be angry. She was sooo happy! Walked to Far East and walked around, ate my lunch, bought bubble tea and went to find her friends. Walked to some macs with our macarons and ate them there! She camwhored with my phone and got a picture from her AND, exchanged IC photos. :D Went home after that while she went to meet tre and company. Today was a great day, thank &lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;for everything today. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-2439723456468056484?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2439723456468056484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-woke-up-and-found-out-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/2439723456468056484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/2439723456468056484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-woke-up-and-found-out-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-1602624323259415744</id><published>2009-11-21T23:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:31:47.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAI EVERYONE, these few days was fun. :D I love my life TTM. &amp;lt;3 BYEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-1602624323259415744?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1602624323259415744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/11/hai-everyone-these-few-days-was-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1602624323259415744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1602624323259415744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/11/hai-everyone-these-few-days-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-3474319320172370168</id><published>2009-11-18T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:10:04.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since we've talked, approx 8 months. I've been looking through the photos, I'm sorry. I still miss you. Maybe not you but the company you've given me. Seems a little ironic/contradictory? Hah, who cares. It's time I moved on. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAI NEW PERSON. &amp;lt;3 I'll wait, no matter how long you'll take to figure out if you're ready or not. :D I genuinely like you, alotttttt~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid post, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-3474319320172370168?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3474319320172370168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/3474319320172370168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/3474319320172370168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-8502952444877203917</id><published>2009-11-09T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:49:06.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;, so much. Till a point where I just want to scream I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; LIKE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;, right in your face. It's not easy keeping it in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I WANT TO TELL THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. ): I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;T'S DEPRESSING KEEPING IT IN, I SWEAR. I want to DIE. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-8502952444877203917?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/8502952444877203917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-you-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/8502952444877203917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/8502952444877203917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-you-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-4067527508859545416</id><published>2009-10-23T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:16:27.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It's just so hard suppressing the feelings I have for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-4067527508859545416?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4067527508859545416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-just-so-hard-suppressing-feelings-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4067527508859545416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4067527508859545416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-just-so-hard-suppressing-feelings-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-2484093471321125857</id><published>2009-10-23T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:58:44.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Went down to Nikolai's house to play? I think. hahaha. Alot of people were there~! Learnt how to play your guardian angel from Gideon and took videos of Nik's dogs humping. Okay, fun fun fun. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Sunday - Best day. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;My visioned 2 days ago came to past . :D Had a dream on Friday night that X and I were talking, happily. But woke up only to realise that I didn't even know X then. Throwing that dream aside, I just continued with just my normal bunch of friends as some people told me that dreams were actually imaginations that will never come through but it's the opposite that will happen. However, after first on Sunday when everyone was at Preston's&amp;nbsp;playing,&amp;nbsp;X&amp;nbsp;went&amp;nbsp;up&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;talked&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;first.&amp;nbsp;:O&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;shocked.&amp;nbsp;HAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;Okay,&amp;nbsp;visioned&amp;nbsp;accomplished.&amp;nbsp;:p&amp;nbsp;Highlights&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;Sunday,&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;seriously&amp;nbsp;being&amp;nbsp;very&amp;nbsp;stupid&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;marina&amp;nbsp;food&amp;nbsp;court.&amp;nbsp;Didn't&amp;nbsp;think&amp;nbsp;before&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;acted&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;said,&amp;nbsp;Darren&amp;nbsp;agrees&amp;nbsp;uh?&amp;nbsp;Yeahh.&amp;nbsp;That's&amp;nbsp;all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Monday/Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Alrights,&amp;nbsp;it's&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;holidays&amp;nbsp;alr~!&amp;nbsp;:D&amp;nbsp;Some&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;school&amp;nbsp;though.&amp;nbsp;:p&amp;nbsp;Well,&amp;nbsp;despite&amp;nbsp;having&amp;nbsp;holidays,&amp;nbsp;O's&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;around&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;corner&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;no&amp;nbsp;time&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;lose,&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;Weisheng,&amp;nbsp;Farhan,&amp;nbsp;Joel&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;went&amp;nbsp;back&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;school&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;headed&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;library&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;self&amp;nbsp;study&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;other&amp;nbsp;students&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;also&amp;nbsp;came&amp;nbsp;back.&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;library's&amp;nbsp;air-conditioner&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;malfunctioned.&amp;nbsp;):&amp;nbsp;AHHH&amp;nbsp;who&amp;nbsp;cares.&amp;nbsp;hahaha.&amp;nbsp;Finished&amp;nbsp;studying,&amp;nbsp;headed&amp;nbsp;home&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;play&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp;study&amp;nbsp;more&amp;nbsp;after&amp;nbsp;that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Went&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;school&amp;nbsp;late&amp;nbsp;compared&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;time&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;suppose&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;reach&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;meet&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;friends.&amp;nbsp;So,&amp;nbsp;ate&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;mee&amp;nbsp;goreng,&amp;nbsp;ordered&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;entry&amp;nbsp;proof&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;Mr&amp;nbsp;Rahman&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;went&amp;nbsp;home&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;change&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;preparation&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;heading&amp;nbsp;down&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;white&amp;nbsp;sands&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;study.&amp;nbsp;Went&amp;nbsp;back&amp;nbsp;school&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;collect&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;entry&amp;nbsp;proof&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp;left&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;white&amp;nbsp;sands.&amp;nbsp;Library&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;full&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;even&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;proper&amp;nbsp;table&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;study&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;went&amp;nbsp;down&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;macs&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;study&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;favourite&amp;nbsp;corner.&amp;nbsp;:D&amp;nbsp;Studied&amp;nbsp;till&amp;nbsp;Kaijue&amp;nbsp;said&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;done&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp;headed&amp;nbsp;up&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;arcade&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;play&amp;nbsp;Jubeat~!&amp;nbsp;:D&amp;nbsp;Then&amp;nbsp;there&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;these&amp;nbsp;two&amp;nbsp;crazy&amp;nbsp;girls&amp;nbsp;watching&amp;nbsp;us&amp;nbsp;play&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;asked&amp;nbsp;if&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;wanted&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;play&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;asked&amp;nbsp;us&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;play&amp;nbsp;first&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;end&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;play&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;all.&amp;nbsp;:O So, Weisheng and Farhan PSed me and I had to go home alone. While leaving the arcade, I realised that the girls saw us and left too(at first I thought like, coincidence.) then I just walked behind them cause there was no place to cut. When there was, I went in front and walked slightly quicker to reach my bus stop and when I reached, they two ran to the interchange and for any reason, looked at my direction first. Then I realised that they were standing behind me a while later. :S Bus came, boarded it and they weren't there and I was relieved! (: BUTTTTT, suddenly they came running up the bus. -.- Guess where they sat, BESIDE ME. OMG. Msging people to complain about them and some told me that if they dropped off the same stop, something is DEFINITELY wrong. HAHA. The ride back was funny, they kept giggling while I kept smiling at the smses people were sending me especially Julian's:"2 aunties?" hahah! Dropped off my stop, tapped my card. THEY TWO RAN DOWN TO TAP THEIRS TOO. I walked quickly across the road before the line of cars came and lost them. :D Walked safely back home. hahaha! The white was prettyyyy, but desperate. :/ RIGHT KAIJUE. hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Woke up, prepared all my stuff and headed down to science practical exam, O's. It was a breeze, thank God. (: Quarantined in the music room and we played cards cards cards. :D School ended, headed home and played all the wayyyy. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Friday(yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Went whitesands to study, played jubeat and headed down to Nikolai's house. SMART PEOPLE DIDN'T ANSWER THEIR PHONES. So I was 40 minutes under the sun trying to find a way to his place, bugger. Finally found a route and started walking and they called me. -.- Reached, Nikolai gave in and passed me a can of Fuji Apple, a drink that's supposed to be untouched. HAHA. Made some mango smoothie and then played tennis, soccer and then watched scary movie. Super hilarious. hahaha. Okay, played soccer again when Richard came and got ready and headed down to prata house. Didn't eat, only a milo dinosaur and it kept me full. Headed down to a super far playground, played and talked and felt like puking cause of the turning thingy. omggggg. ): Bussed down to Bishan MRT with Trishna and Richard, got a drink and then headed home. Reached home at around 11.20, ate my dinner and fell asleep on my couch. Woke up at 3.30am and realised I haven't had my bath! :/ Had a slow, relaxing bath till 4am and then went back to sleep. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-2484093471321125857?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2484093471321125857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-went-down-to-nikolais-house-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/2484093471321125857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/2484093471321125857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-went-down-to-nikolais-house-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-1596635483828945554</id><published>2009-10-16T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:55:21.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sunday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Went for first with Preston, Darren, Princeton and I! Went to study later on at koufu and went cairnhill CC to play bball. After bball, went down to newton food centre to eat then Darren decided that he wanted to go Melia's house and so I accompanied, following was Laura and Mel. The house is super cool and we had some fun. I have a snake in my arm? :O hahahah! Disturbed the people walking along Orchard Road as her house was above lucky plaza. Played played played and bitched about people and then left. (: I was lost in Orchard Road. -.- Took a bus down to airport and took a straight bus home while msging people cause it was soooo boring and I almost died. I felt so faint that I could just drop anytime, thank God He gave me the energy to make it back home. (: Phoned Claire while walking home and reached home safely, had my bath, slept. (: Great day today, thanks yalll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Monday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Went to school, really tired cause of the previous night, having slept so late. Skipped intensive program (humans) and went home to sleep and had a really good rest before heading down for night class, covering my F&amp;amp;N turned out to be play time instead. ): It was fruitful in the first part but soon got distracted in the later days. Went home to sleep extra early to get rest for the next day. (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tuesday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Woke up in the morning to find out that my right eye was as swollen as a quail egg. Okay, nice metaphor I created. hahaha! So, I was in discomfort the whole time and it hurt like crazyyyy. Reached school late and it was the last PE session I will ever have in my secondary school life! Quickly got dismissed and headed down to PE but it was a disappointment. He LIED TO US. Asshole Aljunied. Suck my balls. Reported sick after that and immediately went to see my family doctor, while waiting, met Farihin and went to eat roti prata and went back to wait for my turn, after that went back home to sleep and went for intensive and night study. (: Went home and slept. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Wednesday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Woke up with the mentality that, TOMORROW'S GONNA BE THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! :D Nothing special today, woke up full of energy. :D Day passed really quickly, F&amp;amp;N turned into play computer session. hahahaha. 4 periods of air conditioned math and last two periods of free period physics. :D Had English intensive and went home to change before going for night class. Went night class with Wenjing, Kaijue, Verner, Haiwen and Wenliang. Very fun sitting with them. (: Took a lorry back home, hitched from Wenliang and sat in the open space super funnnn. :D Go home, couldn't sleep cause of last day of school excitement. We planned, only phone, wallet and a pen to school and do stuff unimaginable. :D Nightttt~! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Thursday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(GRADUATION DAY MANSSS) Went to school with only a pen, my phone and wallet.(my lovely marvel friends. :D) Sang the national anthem and said the pledge loudly. ((: WE ROCK! Tried to skip mother tongue but failed as teacher saw Kzel alr. ): After mother tongue, went to meet Joel to collect the food he bought for us at Loyang Point and had a picnic outside the library. :D Went in the library to play and play and play till it was physics. Sooo boring, Ms Yeo as a relief teacher. Skipped class and went down to play soccer in the field and got Caught by Mr Lim but no action was taken as we were graduating alr. (: Had History in class and then recess. After recess two periods English which turned out to be chocolate eating and picture taking class. (: Change of periods was fun cause shanyu was running around with a pineapple. hahah! Chem was study man for one period. Last period was form teacher period. :D Took back our report books and it was almost 1.45pm! Once the bell rang, awhile later everyone got out and made noises and the 5N classes through a clock over that broke with a glass shattering sound! So cooool. :D Went to the canteen and there were people from 4E5 and 5A and 5B people. Gop rang the fire alarm bell and everyone ran out in unison, like literally ran out together. :D Sooo united~! Coolios man. Went home to get ready for Graduation Ceremony. Went back to school got our cert had dinner, took alot of pictures. Two with my girlfriends. &amp;lt;3 Saw friends smoke at bball court and then got ready to go down to OCH. :DDD Took a bus down and then walked to OCH, my first time there very excited. :D At the entrance, some people backed out cause they were having their period and it was "bad" to go in. Made our way in and walked around and headed down to OJS but under renovation, so headed back to OCH but the whole time, didn't see any ghosts. Zul was drunk and crazy and retarded. Slacked at the Changi Hotel for awhile cause of air con and then headed down to Changi Village to meet up with the rest that were eating. (: Took a bus after that and I dropped off earlier to go home as my mum called me. I hope this night could last forever. ): I miss 4E5, I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Friday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Woke up real late and it felt good. :D Gone through the day with sleep and computer and headed down to study at LP with Weisheng after dinner. Completed my whole F&amp;amp;N textbook notes and slacked with him before heading back home. Phoned Mel while walking back home and reached home safely. (: Today's a good day. Looking forward to Nik's house tmr with the peoples! (If I'm even supposed to be there) hahaha. Byeeee~!&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/198492209441026854-1596635483828945554?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1596635483828945554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-went-for-first-with-preston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1596635483828945554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1596635483828945554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-went-for-first-with-preston.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-1467958072117124400</id><published>2009-10-10T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:48:01.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayy, I haven't been posting for very long so let's start with the updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday-1st October.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHILDRENS DAY EVERYONEEEEEE~! Sent children's day msgs to everyone. :DDD Had some real fun in school, Lester threw some powder on my pants and then I, being always creative, made a smiley face out of it. :D After school, as usual, had night study but just 'cause I was wearing slippers, teacher didn't let us in. So we sneaked to the back of the school with lighting and carried over a hugeee bench and studied there while some of them were smoking in the school compound. HOW COOL MANSSS. If I still did smoke, I would've done it tooo. :D After that went home to sleep and get ready for friday, last day of the week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday-2nd October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day in school was pretty normal and had night class too and TOMORROW GOT DAREEEE~! :D I think I like forgot the stuff that are nice that happened alr. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday-3rd October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6.45 to get ready at meet Brandon for jogging! :D My first jogging session. hahaha. Jogged 5km from my house to Changi Village, had dim sum for breakfast and then bussed home. (: Got ready and took a direct bus down to suntec and studied all the way till before DARE started. Went for service, I shall not talk about the people who pissed me off during service. (: Went home with my sister after service for family dinner at home and went down to the playground to play with rockets made from sparkles, they flew super high. (: Went back, drank with my dad and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday-4th October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a splitting headache 'cause didn't drink enough water last night. hahaha. Went for church and found out EVERYONE went for 1st so I tried to find people going third and went for third and then went to meet Preston and the rest. Headed down to Preston's place with Nikolai, Kenneth, Princeton, Preston, Darren and I. Played bball and played with Paris, I think she likes me. :D HAHA! Took a direct bus home and that's all for Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had PE and jogged 10 rounds around the school in 20+ mins. I just realised that the jogging on Sat did indeed help me in my stamina and that my stamina was okay, just that my legs would tire out even before my stamina does. hahaha, the irony. Nothing much happen this whole week though, okay, friday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday (yesterday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was normal and interesting, Mervyn turned against Samuel and Sam got into big big big big trouble for bombing. Everyone talked to him and he was supposedly fortunate nothing happened. But disappointing, he's incorrigible. He still wants to lie and hasn't learnt his lesson! So poor thing.. hahha. Night study, played BBALLLLL~! Joel loses to a girl. HAHA. lousyyyy. Went home, got ready and got to bed to rest for next day's jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;(today)&lt;br /&gt;There's no DG for level 4's today.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 6.45 got ready and met Brandon, timing was good! 5km in 20mins. Super good achievement, plan to increase our pace next week. (: Ate Wonton Mee at the hawker centre at Changi Village and took away food for my family and bussed back. Came back, used the computer for awhile had my bath and went back to sleep and woke up at 2pm. Found out something, the china girl in my house doesn't close her door when she has her bath. Didn't bother to look, straight away complained to my mother. HOW CAN SHE DO THIS WHEN THERE ARE GUYS IN THE HOUSE?! Slut. Okay, watching DHOOM:2 on vasantham central now. (:&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Rafidah's being soooo cute right now. She wanna wanna be a Vasantham starrr~ right girlfriend? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-1467958072117124400?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1467958072117124400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/10/okayy-i-havent-been-posting-for-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1467958072117124400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1467958072117124400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/10/okayy-i-havent-been-posting-for-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-2449216692519389793</id><published>2009-09-29T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:25:34.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a super duper real retard but super duper fun day. :D&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to take pictures for our class graduation ceremony!! Story starts in the beginning of the day STUPID ALJUNIED NEVER COME AGAIN. He has freaking issues with us man, purposely every, and I mean EVERY, Tuesday don't want to come to teach us PE. SCREW! So, I went up to Singgam and requested for PE as we haven't had it in 2 MONTHS ALR. -.- I asked him if ALJUNIED has issues with 4E5 hahahah! He then told me to go up and get the whole class changed and come down for PE. Super happy. :DDD Played BBALL with JoelGay and BOBOShanyu then Weisheng came along too. Super pro today idk why. hahaha. But sadly, when shooting, I pulled my left chest muscle and it hurt real bad man. ): After PE was a whole day of camwhoring in class during lessons. :D Pictures will be uploaded on FB by TRIPLE HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~! After that had math remedial in the canteen, went home and used the computer for awhile to watch Megan Fox. :D After that, got ready had dinner and headed back to school for night classes. Had fun doing math and bitching about some people and most importantly, TAKING PICTURES. :D Super fun, okay, that's all. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-2449216692519389793?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2449216692519389793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-was-super-duper-real-retard-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/2449216692519389793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/2449216692519389793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-was-super-duper-real-retard-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-4178162212727530644</id><published>2009-09-28T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:18:37.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SATURDAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Awesome day mansssss~! Previous night, slept at around 2am cause of Forrest Gump! Awesome show I tell you, super duper uber niceeee.(The song too!) Woke up early and made my way down to meet Nikolai and City Hall and went to Clementi. Met the birthday people at the place of the party and played and played. The whole day was about playing so yeah, let's talk about the highlights. (: They all started to get wet one by one and they didn't really know me and I THOUGHT I wouldn't get wet cause nobody would wanna hit me. heh! I was wronggg, so freakingly wrong. People who I didn't know, like Melia and Teresa,&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt; were trying to get people or themselves to get me wet! :O I found out the only shield is either a handphone or a guitar, so I took my phone. :D Safe for awhile but wtheck, a birthday is once in a year, why not have some fun? Went in to play too and got all wet, getting people wet more though. HAHAH. Sooooo fun~! After that got to know Dean Kum and some other people whom I didn't know at first, played soccer for 8 hours the whole day and had fun eating and all. (: Pictures are on FB~! After the party, went down to Kenneth's house at Yishun cause parents at sembawang. SUPER COOL TOUCH SCREEN COMPUTER, I WANT I WANT! And played boxing, bowling and tennis on wiii. :DDDD Awesome laaaa~! Ate supper in the car, went home bathe and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Woke up at around 7.30 and msged Alvin on what time to meet and all, found out they changed the meeting time and wasn't informed. Spoilt my mood, went back to sleep. Woke up again and headed down in the car went for first, late for P&amp;amp;W felt screwed. BUT MESSAGE WAS AWESOME~! Points I caught in the sermon were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;-The curse is in the world, but it should not be in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;-Submission brings you favour, wisdom, stature and all virtues. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;-When God restores, it isn't like how man restores(1 for 1) but it is ALWAYS better in quality AND quantity. Plus a 7 fold more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;-My results will be restored in both QUALITY AND QUANTITY AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;-We are in the days of God's favour! We deserve the good things and not the bad 'cause Jesus took the bad on the cross so we WILL have the good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;-I canot help but expect good things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;-Soloman was born through worship, anything obtained through worshiping God will be 7 times better! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Okay, that's all I caught, super powerful message for me. :D Soooo good right, till I went for second again and rejected going to watch movie. After service, studied at the food court and then went home, ALONE. That's all for the Sunday, hahahah~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;MONDAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Went to school, super fun day. Highlights onlyy~! Class was sooo fun cause two kittens were present! Upin and Ipin. :D Took many pictures and then had class after school, was kinda boring so we played with alpha biscuits to make our names. :D Okay, no night classes for me today, very tireddddd. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SsC2-5cSTQI/AAAAAAAAATQ/IcVcLD1TqEY/s200/DSC00350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-4178162212727530644?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4178162212727530644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-awesome-day-mansssss-previous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4178162212727530644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4178162212727530644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-awesome-day-mansssss-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SsC2ogCnF0I/AAAAAAAAARI/i9X4GCjiS5g/s72-c/DSC00328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198492209441026854.post-4033061565694730961</id><published>2009-09-27T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:01:53.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="color: white;"&gt;blog tmr, tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-4033061565694730961?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4033061565694730961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-tmr-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4033061565694730961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4033061565694730961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-tmr-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-2084259968851889177</id><published>2009-09-24T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:37:02.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrights, I got the worst dream ever last night, maybe it's because of the last night's study session turned ghost story telling session. I dreamt that I was in a kampong and there was a female malay ghost, the image is still in my head. In Jesus name it will go away, amen. (: I saw it two times, I pointed at it and rebuked it in Jesus name and started praying in tongues, really scary the worst nightmare I ever had since young. Thank God He protected me. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Today was an okay day in school, as per normal. I was really angry at my school, how can they discriminate us? Doesn't mean that we're from the last class in express that they should think they we can't make it, it's just not fair. Well, they would always say, life isn't fair. The top 3 classes in express could go for the applied science exhibitions while we, the last class, had to go for the exhibitions that nobody wanted to go. I protested. So I got my deserved transfer into business and applied science exhibition in TP. :D I made up my mind, it's either I take Culinary Management in business or Veterinary Technology in Applied Science. My interests. :D Thank God for everything, and now, back from night classes. (: Everything's awesome, but still scared of the dark now. Daddy God, you'll take away all my fears, I'm safe under the shadow of your wings, amen. (: Love ya Daddy. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-2084259968851889177?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2084259968851889177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/alrights-i-got-worst-dream-ever-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/2084259968851889177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/2084259968851889177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/alrights-i-got-worst-dream-ever-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-4927100115249868037</id><published>2009-09-22T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:17:59.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAYYY, LONG TIME NO POST ALR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Went to school as usual, couldn't contain the excitement that was going to take place later in the afternoon, I WAS GOING TO ST REGIS AT ORCHARD TO STAY FOR A NIGHT! :D (a hotel) Rushed home RIGHT after school to pack my stuff and wait for daddy to come home and pick us up, fell into a deep deep sleep while waiting and he only came back at 6 plus. ): I WAS SO HUNGRY OKAYYY. wleeeee. Reached the hotel, put stuff in the room, OMGGGG SO FRIGGIN NICE CAN?! Went out for dinner at bugis, ate the steamboat/barbecue thing and was freaking cheap also, drank till I was pink. :DDD Lobsterrrr! Went back to the hotel, watched tv and then it was 12. Headed down to the 24 hour gym for my first gyming session with my older sister! :D She pushed me sooo hard that my whole body was aching like crazy, she's buff man. ;D Don't play play. HAHAHAHAHA. Finished gym around 1.30am and then went back to the hotel to bathe and sleep. (: Super nice place to sleep in, heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;SATURDAY&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Woke up early at 9.30 to get ready and then headed down to the lobby to have a free buffet breakfast with my dad, ate till I couldn't walk and crawled back to the hotel room. Went to shit and watched tv in the toilet while shitting hahah, so cool! :D I watched a show on HBO called "the ruins" A MUST WATCH SHOW! Veryyyyyy niceeeee~! Watched the movie till check out time, took a direct bus down to suntec for DARE. DARE was awesome~! The message totally spoke to me mannnn, I shall post this tmr. (: After DARE, went to level session after a long long long long time of not attending and shared my two testimonies, felt really good to be there again. (: After level session, went down to koufu to meet my sister and then went to the taxi stand to get picked up by my parents to go down to Changi Rise for a barbecue party. I was bored 'cause I didn't really talk to anyone and started walking around the condominium myself. Went around and talked to Kenny ken ken on the phone and at the lounge, suprisingly saw Gary! hahaha. Went to the gym to work out more and went back to the lounge, it closed soon after at 10 and I bid goodbye to him, headed up the house. Watched the movie on channel 8, drank and ate. Headed back home to bathe and sleep, really tired. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Woke up, took a bus down to Casafina to meet Amanda, BUT I HAD TO WAIT 30MINS FOR HER. Tskkkkk, but quite okay la. (: In the bus, I was playing the psp and listening to music, she was bored so she forbade me to play! HMPH! ): She started to crap around and around and around. hahah! She made Nehemiah her new friend, RETARDDD~! Then she was so bored that she wanted to call a friend, so she called my handphone when she was beside me. :O I pretended I was listening but I could like, hear her since she was beside me. -.- Okayyy, reached suntec, queued for tickets, went for lunch with Alvin, went for service and went Marina and then headed home. :D Sunday wasn't a really fun day. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;MONDAY! NIKOLAI HOUSE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MONDAY! Holy mamamammaa! Woke up early, met Mel at Pasir Ris MRT and headed down to Newton to wait for Kenneth for half an hour. Mel was lazy to walk over to nik's house so we took a cab that was fully sponsored by her over. (: ILY MEL~! &amp;lt;3 Upon arriving his house, my jaws dislocated, SO FRIGGIN' HUGE! Went in, ran around the first floor to look at his soccer field, his tennis court, and the base of his house. Went in, second floor was soooo nice, I've got many things to say but there's not enough! Played soccer for very long, studied, and ate dinner. Dinner was good, after Preston, Princeton, Annette and Mel left, we joked around and it was super fun having jokes around the dining table. ALVIN WAS SOOO SCARED OF YOGI! hahahahahah! When Yogi's hair barely touched his leg hair, he JUMPED! UP THE CHAIR! hahahah. Sucker! Actually, I was the one that was pushing Yogi's back legs so that he would walk towards Alvin and touch him. HAHAHAH. Okay, after all the drama, thanked Nik's mum and dad for having us over and took 190 to Dhoby MRT and Kovan with Johanan and 81 back home. :D Had my bath, slept and got ready for school today. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SrjausXVBuI/AAAAAAAAARA/MMdcq99XAaw/s200/DSC00319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-4927100115249868037?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4927100115249868037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/okayyy-long-time-no-post-alr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4927100115249868037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4927100115249868037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/okayyy-long-time-no-post-alr.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SrjaMaBjYhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jVDciZKxLlY/s72-c/DSC00293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198492209441026854.post-408242484663575307</id><published>2009-09-15T04:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T04:27:44.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Improved story will be up after my teacher marks it. hahahahahahhaaha.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-408242484663575307?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/408242484663575307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/improved-story-will-be-up-after-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/408242484663575307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/408242484663575307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/improved-story-will-be-up-after-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-5990679809313839394</id><published>2009-09-14T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:30:10.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;First day back at school!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgoshhhh~! I can't believe I actually missed school, hahah. (: Must must must must apply the study techniques given by Adam Khoooooooooooo! We all did our best to keep awake apart from the Dog and Master, skipping almost all the classes during the hols, they were the only ones sleeping and trying to distract the class while everyone of us was trying to be at full attention listening to the teacher. I'm so freaking glad that although my math failed, I have improved in my P2! :D By God's grace I will pass! AMEN AMEN AMEN! hahaha. And I am so bloody pissed. My physics got so high, I failed my chem FOR THE FIRST TIME. I think the paper too hard alr, china girl barely scraped through too. hahahaha. Now my combined science is like B3 la so dumb. -.- Okay, school ended early and I forced myself not to sleep but condition myself to the afternoon life in preparation of the O's. 38 days to O levels and I'm getting real scared. ): Okay, done for the day, boring day I had right? hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those out there who's been spreading rumours that I like Jolene/Cheryl or whoever. Get a life, seriously, because of you guys misunderstandings have been taking place and I seriously don't like it.&lt;/i&gt; And those of you who're two-faced people in my life, if you think I don't know, you're wrong. What goes around comes around yeah? haha. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-5990679809313839394?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5990679809313839394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-back-at-school-omgoshhhh-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/5990679809313839394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/5990679809313839394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-back-at-school-omgoshhhh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-4659191246448084299</id><published>2009-09-10T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:49:34.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sentosa play play play. IDK, I'm not in the mood to blog about that right now. Shall blog about the motivational workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, the day of the stupid 14 hour workshop.&lt;br /&gt;I expected little of the workshop, but once there, I met my first trainer.(Or so I thought) His name was Ivan, he was being such a pussy. I didn't know what were my strengths and weaknesses, as in, I didn't know in what situation or what kind of strengths they wanted me to put and I remarked about that, drawing the attention of EVIL IVAN.&lt;br /&gt;He came over and asked me this,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You need an analogy for this question?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, like duh, I just said I didn't know how to do right."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Do you have a girlfriend, Amos?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Nope I don't."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Inability to find a girlfriend, put it down in your weakness.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;OH DAMN, that was being just mean man.&lt;br /&gt;(How I countered back.)&lt;br /&gt;"Then do you have a girlfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nope, I don't too, that's why it's my weakness just like yours.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I do know of 5 girls who actually like me right now and I wouldn't think that I would have a problem finding a girlfriend. And I don't think that any girl has fallen for you just yet, so yeah." (gives a big wide smile that sends him off without saying a word.)&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. I don't have 5 girls liking me now, it was just a way to piss him off.&lt;br /&gt;After he was done introducing the workshop, the real trainer arrived, DANNY THE DOG. HAHAHA. Okay, kidding, he's just called Danny. He talked to us and blablabla, I was actually expecting little of this workshop but when Danny came up, I felt life in his voice and started to enjoy the workshop! (: After Danny was B.O.(body odour) A.K.A Benjamin Ong or Bong. He was BORINGGGGG, his voice, appearance, EVERYTHING! But he still managed to pull a few jokes that kept us alive. After him was Amin, he was okay and he talked and all but all in all, I still think Danny's the best. :D Okayy, I'm lazy to put everything down but.... I realised that everything I've been telling to Melissa, Jolene, Alvin and Lester on how to overcome their problems was everything that they were teaching us! Thank God for all the wisdom given to me from him. :DDD He really spoke to me, that is definite. Without God, I wonder what would be life for me. heh~! CONTROL YOUR EMOTIONS, YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT. HAHAHAHA. And yall should have a high self esteem like me, think highly of yourself! :D Okay, gonna sleep now, tmr's gonna be a whole 14 hours at school again. ): Byeee peapooossss~! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-4659191246448084299?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4659191246448084299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday-d-went-to-sentosa-play-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4659191246448084299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4659191246448084299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/wednesday-d-went-to-sentosa-play-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-8127501396767747568</id><published>2009-09-09T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:17:20.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOG TOMORROW! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-8127501396767747568?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/8127501396767747568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-tomorrow-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/8127501396767747568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/8127501396767747568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-tomorrow-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-7184156657208255535</id><published>2009-09-07T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:30:53.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Sorry for not updating recently! I was kinda lazy. hahaha. So updates now. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Woke up early to rush down to suntec for Connect '09 but there was a delay in the morning! My sister kept asking me to wait and I told her to get ready by 8 but she extended till 8.30. -.- Then, reached white sands and walked into the MRT. Guess what, I saw B.Muk and G.John! :DDD Took MRT together and reached the Rock in time to see people going in for the event. I, too, went in to find Alvin cause no one was there yet and he was alone. :O Went for service awhile, went down to get food and back. Later on, during the service, a group of us headed out towards the arcade to play and 45mins later, Coach Tammy Tam Tam came out and asked us to go in! So scary la omgggg. hahahaha. I stayed there a little longer and went back in just in time for worship. It was awesome even though it was only the piano playing. (: After that, supposed to go lunch and then to the workshop. However, Alvin, Ethan, Javis, Wanru, Amanda, Andrew and I decided to skip those and go down to Bugis as Alvin needed to shop for clothes. Bought the clothes, MRT-ed down to CityHall to play one game of Dota and then headed back to Suntec for the main service, P&amp;amp;W WAS GREAT! After that, went to Crystal Jade to eat(HIGH CLASS OKAYYYY) had a lot of fun and then took the MRT home. Great day, although I feel guilty about skipping most of the connect to have my own fun. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Went down to suntec alone as my parents was going to go late. Didn't really eat during lunch though, went to buy macs' ice cream and sarpino's instead. Went back up to see people play the arcade, the usual people for Sundays and what we usually do. Nothing special, not until it came to service. Worship was lead by Darlene Zschech and the Hillsong team! :DDD Omg, P&amp;amp;W was so freaking awesome to the point that the youths were running up front for it! IN MAIN SERVICE! The songs were good, very good. (: I think that was the best P&amp;amp;W for the main service since I started going at P5. hahaha. The message was awesome as well, I hope it'd speak to the people close to me who are in a dilemma right now. The way to lose weight or to gain weight is not to diet and not to eat more but to put your faith in the Lord. That goes for smoking too. The way to quit is to put your faith in the Lord. I can't believe you actually did it today. After service, went back for 4th for P&amp;amp;W and then went out to meet YY and the rest and headed down to his house for Bball, it was very fun! :D After Bball, went down to Potong Pasir to eat chicken rice and fried rice, which I shared with hungry Javis and hungry YY. MRT-ed to SengKang with vinvin and bus-ed home. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;YESSSSS, CAN WAKE UP LATE ALR! :D Today's the first day of the Sept Hols! :D Supposed to call people to study today but Jolene and Amanda couldn't make it. ): Used the computer till Lester arrived and started studying for math. When we were done, he suggested that we go out, TO SMOKE! But he's already quitting. :D It's his last pack and once he smokes it all, he's not gonna take anymore, he promised me. (: Went to sit at the bench of the playground and he still had 10 sticks left. The temptation was great, but thank God I managed to resist. Played around and broke a lot of sticks till there was only 3. :O He didn't really care cause, well, he's gonna stop anyway. (: He kept saying to himself, "Come on Lester, just crush the whole pack, get it over and done with." and that kept me laughing for 5minutes. HAHAHA. Went to 7-11, packed up and sent him off. He passed his pack to me and I took it, it's still with me and I'm wondering what to do with it. HAHA. But I'll definitely not touch it. Okay, after he left, watched finish my Avatar season till 12.30am and went to sleep. (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Although things cropped up at home, I hope you'd feel alright. I'm not used to you being that way, cheer up! (: Joyboy's here if you need some Joy. heh~!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-7184156657208255535?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/7184156657208255535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-for-not-updating-recently-i-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/7184156657208255535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/7184156657208255535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-for-not-updating-recently-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-3582997562634184060</id><published>2009-09-04T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:40:49.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday was sort of the greatest day I had. Wednesday, had my last paper MCQ of combined science of physics and chem. After done with my paper, I forgot what I did alr, not in the mood to remember maybe when I do remember then I shall edit this post. (: HAHA~! Thursday went to school just to find out that we weren't having lessons for most of it, yeahhhhh~! Got back my physics results and when it came to my name, Mr Lim was like, "AMOSSSSS where are you AMOSSSSS?!" I raised my hand only to realised that I scored 54/65 for my P2, second in class if not for WENJING THAT PRODIGY. hahah! She older lor, not fairrrrr. So was really happy and all and mass msged everyone that I knew and close to. :DDD Friday, couldn't sleep the night before fell asleep only at like 4am+ and didn't have energy to go school but still, my mum forced me to go. After school came back to rush out my tuition work, got ready, and headed down to ECP coffee bean for tuition I was going to die. After that, cabbed down to Julian's house only to find out we were walking back to ECP for dinner. -.- So now we're back at his place and I can use the computer. :D hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe that songs can indeed help nurture the feelings between two people. Feelings are growing more and more, whilst listening to the song. ): It's not the time for a relationship! hahaha. O's are of priority, keep that in mind Amos! Okay, I'm turning craszy. I'm talking to myself. BYEEEE~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-3582997562634184060?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3582997562634184060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-was-sort-of-greatest-day-i-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/3582997562634184060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/3582997562634184060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-was-sort-of-greatest-day-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-6031271944321880500</id><published>2009-09-03T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:34:40.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's already 3.40am and I still can't sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-6031271944321880500?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6031271944321880500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-already-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/6031271944321880500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/6031271944321880500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-already-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-7789899925363568187</id><published>2009-09-01T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:41:09.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello~! Okay, sunday wasn't much of a very very very fun day. Went there, had service and all, the usuals. Just that today, P&amp;amp;W was exceptionally awesome and so was the word! :DDD I'll post it on another post another time, I'm really lazy now. hahahah. Alright, let's seeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Went for teacher's day celebration in school and I can tell you, the performances sucked, like totally man. &lt;b&gt;First&lt;/b&gt;, went back to class to watch some inspiring and motivating movie, really really good. (: After that went to the hall. The first performance was from the band, I thought it was boring. :/ &lt;b&gt;Second&lt;/b&gt; performance was from the malay dance, and all my malay classmates were so getting hyped up looking at the girls. HAHA. &lt;b&gt;Third&lt;/b&gt; was the choir, Iskandar cousin sings so well! &lt;b&gt;Fourth&lt;/b&gt; was drama club, omgosh they don't know how to act at all man! Then this guy was like, "&lt;b&gt;PATHETIC!&lt;/b&gt;" throughout the whole drama, acting as if he gave up on a class :O how fierce.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Fifth&lt;/b&gt; was the chinese and malay guys singing you and me by lifehouse, they're okay. (: &lt;b&gt;Sixth&lt;/b&gt; was two girls and two guys singing guardian angel, my goodness my ears hurt, real bad. HAHAH. Greenview doesn't have talent, neither do I. (: &lt;b&gt;Seventh&lt;/b&gt; was the modern dance! Kiah performed, not bad. hahah! There were these two girls, not exactly slim, they were lagging the whole dance. They still commented that the other dancers were not good, what about them? How stupid. After that watched a video, then the finale, then school ended. (: After school, cabbed down to Hougang Secondary to meet up with Leonard and saw all his ah beng friends! hahaha. Took a bus to the MRT and circle line-d my way to bartley, which is just outside the main gate of my primary school! Met up with all my coolio ex classmates and schoolmates and talked to my teachers and reminisce the past in school. (: Told Ms Chua a secret kept for 4 years! &lt;b&gt;EDWIN LIKED HER FOR A PERIOD OF TIME!&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHAHA. She didn't believe man. ): After that, hanged around and went our separate ways while I went down to YY house to meet Javis and Andrew, played bball with YY awhile and went back up to sleep on the floor. hahah! After that, Javis went home while hamster, YY and I went to meet Gabriel for chicken rice. Hamster went home, we slacked awhile at the playground and then I went home, for a dota game, and then to sleep. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think I finally found true friends. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, met my friends and headed to SengKang. Coincidentally met Alvin and ditched my friends to go with him to Kovan to play. :p Ate macs, headed down to super bowl played pool first then bowling. Couldn't play properly, the balls weren't really good. :/ Went for bball and then headed home. Was very tired. Nothing much happened after that, watched Stardust on the computer with my sisters, such a sweet sweet sweettttt movie! :D If only it could happen in reality. ): Everyone who reads this must watch okayyyy! Ask me for the movie if you don't have it. :p Okay, nothing much alrrrrr. Byee byee~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: white;"&gt;Some people aren't really the kind of friends you think they are. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-7789899925363568187?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/7789899925363568187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-okay-sunday-wasnt-much-of-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/7789899925363568187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/7789899925363568187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-okay-sunday-wasnt-much-of-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-9217251445109142282</id><published>2009-08-29T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:54:17.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unnoticeably attracted to you~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had my second last paper of prelims! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Had an early celebration at Mojo's place! Went home after school to wait for the people to get readyyy. Then headed down to Kovan to meet up with KORKOR and Wanru. Topped up my EZ link and took 112 to rio vista! Stuff happened and Bobby went home. ): So went on up to meet little.C and he was steaming after getting so excited! Played and played and played and played some more, after that Wanru went off for tuition and Bobby came back. Those evil little girls, M&amp;amp;M, put apple cider in the ribena which made me throat hurt, REAL BAD! ): Jolene's dad ordered macs for us instead well, cause everyone didn't wanna order due to their cowardice. :p During dinner time, it was sooooo retarded. I didn't want to leave that early anymore. &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;(Jolene wanted me to put this in.)&lt;/span&gt; Quincy had to go home too and then I followed with him and Bobby and I headed down to bugis for his job interview and then I went to my dad's office to get free drinks. :DDD Okay, went home to sleep and next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;Saturday- &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;JEROME'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up by Bobby's phone call and then waited for him to come over before going over to Bedok and then to ECP to meet up with Jerome, Roy and Hamham to eat KFC before walking back to macs to meet Cheryl and Jochebel. We rented a bike each and made up our minds to cycle to CHANGI BEACH FROM ECP. :DDD Sooo fun! Cycling back, was super slow at first till Cheryl caught the momentum of cycling fast. hahahaha. Nothing much happened, just cycling and Ham's DSLR cam was hung around my neck so I could take pictures whenever and wherever I wanted. :D So cool rightzxzxz! hahaha. When at Changi Airport runway, camped there and took pictures of planes taking off. Too far and decided to get closer to the fence, ran across the road and to our super duper uber surprise, there was this GIGANTIC WEB WITH A GIGANTIC SPIDER! :O It's the size of my fist man. Shocking. hahahah~! Cycled more and reached out destination to return the bikes to the shop. Took 109 and played uno in the bus heading towards Jerome's house and made sooo much noise that everyone seemed unhappy about our group. :/ Met this young little kidd from fernvale primary playing yoyo and realised he had two so me, BEING SOOO COOL, went to borrow one to play with. :DDD At Jerome's house, played mahjong for like, 8 games. I won two in a row for Javis. :D Went to play bball after that and I improved. ((: Praise God. After all this, went to Alvin's house to wait for him and took a bus home and now I'm home. :D I can't believe I didn't notice my face was sun burnt till I went to peepee man. So pink my face. ): Tmr got church some more, omggggg~! Okayyyy, gonna sleep alrrr. Nights peoplesss, swtdrms~! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-9217251445109142282?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/9217251445109142282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/unnoticeably-attracted-to-you-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/9217251445109142282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/9217251445109142282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/unnoticeably-attracted-to-you-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-3508613234492587256</id><published>2009-08-27T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:37:43.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SpaL7BWuasI/AAAAAAAAAOo/p8lVKOatJL0/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SpaL7BWuasI/AAAAAAAAAOo/p8lVKOatJL0/s200/DSC00279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SpaLzpXk53I/AAAAAAAAAOI/f2zUwTREAVo/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SpaLzpXk53I/AAAAAAAAAOI/f2zUwTREAVo/s200/DSC00274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SpaL12mzf0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BoViiwh7bQg/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SpaL12mzf0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/BoViiwh7bQg/s200/DSC00275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SpaL4rIxCRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/JQZw8LfM8e8/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SpaL4rIxCRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/JQZw8LfM8e8/s200/DSC00276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SpaL6TQlfRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/reJUUdcwKjM/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SpaL6TQlfRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/reJUUdcwKjM/s200/DSC00278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Today was, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;AWESOME~!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; Omg, I love today like anything mans. :DDD Started off with my History paper. So much fun before it even started, hahahah! Source based was easy and praise God to that but what I studied for in SA didn't come out. Stupid treaty of versailles. ): After thatttttttt, went home to change and headed for White Sands to meet Alvin and we're A-OKAY alr! Studied with Wanru, Amanda, Bobby, Alvin and I and then left at around 5.30 to get a cab down to Mojo's house. Omggggg, her dog soooo cute~! :DDD I want a dog myself laaa. Ran around the condo with Chester, super fat cute and has a sexy buttttt. &amp;lt;3 Got my malay textbook from her, played cards with Quincy then sent him off the bus stop. Went back to Mojo's house to get my stuff and it was time for me to go as well. ): While in the bus, Mojo texted me that her ankle was hurting and she kept it from me like since, we were sending Mr. Q off? So evil uh, never tell me. Nevermind. (: So reached home and here I am, after that tuition canceled cos my week was hectic, filled with exams. HAPPY! :D And KORKOR has a job interview tmr. I just knew that when God is first, everything will work out for good. :DDD Praise God~! Everything's back to normal and yeah, ILY DADDDYYYY~! &amp;lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-3508613234492587256?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3508613234492587256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-awesome-omg-i-love-today-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/3508613234492587256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/3508613234492587256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-awesome-omg-i-love-today-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SpaL7BWuasI/AAAAAAAAAOo/p8lVKOatJL0/s72-c/DSC00279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198492209441026854.post-3923751682170906561</id><published>2009-08-25T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:58:02.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now you're gone   &lt;br /&gt;I realize my love for you was strong   &lt;br /&gt;And i miss you here now you're gone   &lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting here by the phone with you're pictures hanging on the wall   &lt;br /&gt;Is this the way it's meant to be?   &lt;br /&gt;Only dreaming that you're missing me   &lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting here at home   &lt;br /&gt;I'll be crazy now you're gone   &lt;br /&gt;There's an empty place in my heart   &lt;br /&gt;It won't alarm me it will break apart   &lt;br /&gt;It won't heal, it never fades away   &lt;br /&gt;I'll be thinkin' 'bout you everyday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Today was just an alright, okay day. School started at the same time and got ready and dad sent us to school, started raining and the Sec 4E and 5N proceeded to the hall for our MT preliminary exam. It started and had a stomach ache so went to the toilet to do stuff for like, 30mins? before returning to my paper. Couldn't read the question and was tired so I just did one page for each of the papers and it was like only 100+ words for both letter writing and composition. I didn't even know what the question stated, the retake of my O's mother tongue paper must really be helped with the Grace of God and nothing else. After school, met up with Litong and headed over to central to get my new pair of school shoes! :DDD Thank you Lau Litong for accompanying me to get my shoes! ILY LAAAA~! &amp;lt;3 After that went to meet Lester at some void deck as he was smoking and then headed back to school for lunch/recess/idk? hahaha. Spent like 6 bucks totally on food, was really full! I felt like Ah Hei piggy. hahahaha! After that, went home to use the computer awhile and changed before going out. Gabriel getting beaten will be changed tmr. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Went to white sands to go shopping for assessment for his re-studying! hahaha. Got it, then took a cab down to IKEA to eat and playyy! Now back home. :D So at homeee, Bobby took a nap while I used the computer for 30mins before we resumed studying. Bobby did his math while I started to fall asleep on my floor. hahaha! Woke up at 7+ and had dinner with mum, bobby. Finished the dinner and then Aunty Nancy cleared the table then we continued studying until 9! Then played UNO with my sister and Bobby till I kept winning. :DDD Sent him off the bus stop and raced with the bus from the zebra crossing to the bus stop, approx. 200m? hahaha. We won! ((: Fit ah fit. hahaha. Okayy, boring alr. byeee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-3923751682170906561?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3923751682170906561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-youre-gone-i-realize-my-love-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/3923751682170906561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/3923751682170906561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-youre-gone-i-realize-my-love-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-5630826422193634682</id><published>2009-08-24T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:39:18.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayy, it's close to a month since I posted and people have been telling me that my blog's dead. hahaha! So now I post k? :p Alrightttt, updates for the month. (Not going to post the posts that I wanted to post before but was lazy to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I've got myself a wife! Melissa. hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;2.I've made a new pretty friend, MOJO!&lt;br /&gt;3.I've got myself a daughter, ah girl, CLAIRE!&lt;br /&gt;4.I've got myself a son, ah boy, my JAYONG!&lt;br /&gt;5.I've started talking to Adnama Rehtse Hog!&lt;br /&gt;6.I've made up my mind to really really stop smoking. No more giving excuses like, last stick last stick. it'll never be the last, that's what I've learnt.&lt;br /&gt;7.Last but not least, No.7, of perfection for God. I've been receiving God's love for me and recently, my exams and O's oral have been a blessing to me. Praise God. ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a day without cigarettes and I feel so good. I shall indulge myself in the ROYCE chocolates that my wife gave me money to buy and I'll forget about those white evil disgusting smelly and bad for your health sticks. :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-5630826422193634682?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5630826422193634682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/okayy-its-close-to-month-since-i-posted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/5630826422193634682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/5630826422193634682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/08/okayy-its-close-to-month-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-584620070788395781</id><published>2009-07-27T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:52:50.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEX, is beautiful. These were the first words said by Pastor Judah Smith at the start of the preaching of the ZONE! :DDD And everyone went like, whoaaaaaa~! HAHAHAHA, sooo amusing. Okay first, the ZONE rocked my ass off the floor. :D Pastor Judah Smith was awesome in the workshop! What I caught from it? I can't help myself but to be, SUCCESSFUL! AMEN. And my next success shall be my O level's where I will get the desired course of my choice, AMENNNN~! And sunday service was awesome too! BECAUSE, PASTOR JUDAH SMITH WAS PREACHING AGAINNN! He's really very good! Thank God! he was there man, thank God that He sent Judah here. :DDD Tastes shapes how you see something. "Taste and see that the Lord is good!" andddd, what you trust God for, He'll give you more. Although you're not comfortable with it, you'll soon be accustomed. :D Alright, there's nothing else to talk about alr. hahahahaha. byeeeee~! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-584620070788395781?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/584620070788395781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/sex-is-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/584620070788395781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/584620070788395781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/sex-is-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-2197152912966429245</id><published>2009-07-23T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:26:47.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, this book really has been a blessing to me, "He chose the nails, Max Lucado" :D Thanks Vernon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, wouldn't you want to give the best to them? Wouldn't it be just great to see the smile on their face when they receive the gift? We are at our &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; when we are giving. In fact, we are most like God when we are giving. Have you ever wondered why God gives so much? He could have left the world flat and gray; we wouldn't have known the difference. But He didn't. If we give gifts to show our love, how much more would He? If we, greedy and selfish people, love to give gifts, how much more does God, pure and perfect God, enjoy giving gifts to us? Jesus asked, "If you hardhearted, sinful men know how to give good gifts to your children, won't your Father in heaven even more certainly give good gifts to those who ask Him for them?" (Matthew 7:11). God's gifts shed light on God's heart, God's good and generous heart. Every gift reveals God's love, but no gift reveals his love more than the gifts of the cross. They came, not wrapped in paper, but in passion. Not placed around a tree, but a cross. And not covered in ribbons, but sprinkled with blood. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The gifts of the cross.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He did it just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-2197152912966429245?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/2197152912966429245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-this-book-really-has-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/2197152912966429245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/2197152912966429245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-this-book-really-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-6424048138343219787</id><published>2009-07-22T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:10:44.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog ain't gonna be used to put my feelings and emotions and my daily happenings alr. (: It's gonna be for a whole new purpose. hahahaha. You guys waittt! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-6424048138343219787?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6424048138343219787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-blog-aint-gonna-be-used-to-put-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/6424048138343219787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/6424048138343219787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-blog-aint-gonna-be-used-to-put-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-1164999526648744193</id><published>2009-07-21T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T04:05:00.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAYYYY, EVERYTHING'S SETTLED AND WORKING OUT FOR GOOD! :D &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thank you Daddyyyyy! I love you loadssssss! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; I seriously think that, coming back to church like 2 years ago, was the best choice I ever made in my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; life. Alright, the problem is all settled, please everyone ignore the previous posts, I wasn't myself. I was some corrupted jerk. hahahaha. I'm just lazy to remove laa. (: Wellllll, God knew that this problem was going to come, He knew when the problem would be solved and how. (: I really thank Him for all the commando friends that He gave me while I was so blind to not notice. I was being stupid, the devil was blinding me. I personally want to thank &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;JOSHUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for sticking up for me when people were saying about me behind my back. (: Oh and I still didn't get it, people said that I should tell them face to face if I didn't like them, but why didn't they tell me? :DDD But who cares, it's over. I've changed, let them say all they want and it's not going to affect me! :D Okay, I'm going to grow more in His love for me, NO ONE WILL PUT ME DOWN. heh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faker thing wasn't for you. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-1164999526648744193?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1164999526648744193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/okayyyy-everythings-settled-and-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1164999526648744193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1164999526648744193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/okayyyy-everythings-settled-and-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-1947100471403747449</id><published>2009-07-20T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:28:27.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayy, I pretty much screwed up my rep in church now. I GOT TO CHANGE! But only God can help me, nothing else. I will stop being so judgmental about people's outermost appearance, but only their character. (: It really hurts, it's only now that I realised. I'm sorry those people out there whom I've hurt. I didn't know it had such a big impact, I'm really sorry. Now there's only one thing or one person or one GOD that can change me, you all know the answer yeah? :D And I don't think I'd be like, focusing on making friends with girls now. My current friends are enough to keep me going. (: (Intimate terms got to go. They give a wrong impression of me. hahaha.) Alright, all these will be gone, I proclaim in Jesus name, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AMEN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh and, I'm really happy I don't have extra classes today. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-1947100471403747449?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1947100471403747449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/okayy-i-pretty-much-screwed-up-my-rep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1947100471403747449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1947100471403747449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/okayy-i-pretty-much-screwed-up-my-rep.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-99578970680691592</id><published>2009-07-19T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:05:13.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I just screwed up this part of my life. Daddy, help me change, help me gain back what I've lost in this period of time. I feel really, down. I seriously don't care about the friends nor what type they are. I just need &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You filled me in the past when I was empty, you were with me when I was alone.&lt;/span&gt; I believe you can do that for me now. Daddy, the only thing I'm pressing in hard for now is for you to speak to me this coming message in the Hillsong concert. I want to change then, at that point of time. You're faithful I know, You can do it for me. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I NEED YOU, NOT ANYONE IN THE WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Almighty God, the great I Am&lt;br /&gt;Immovable rock, omnipotent, powerful, awesome lord&lt;br /&gt;Victorious warrior commanding kind of kings, mighty conqueror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only time, the only time I ever saw Him run&lt;br /&gt;Is when He ran to me, took me in his arms&lt;br /&gt;Held my head to his chest, said my son's come home again&lt;br /&gt;Looked at my face, wiped the tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;With forgiveness in his voice he said son, do you know I still love you&lt;br /&gt;It caught me by surprise, brought me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;When God ran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I left home, I knew I had broken his heart&lt;br /&gt;I wondered then if things could ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;Then one night, I remembered his love for me&lt;br /&gt;And down that dusty road ahead I could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Him run to me&lt;br /&gt;It caught me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;Brought me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;When God ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-99578970680691592?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/99578970680691592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-just-screwed-up-this-part-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/99578970680691592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/99578970680691592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-just-screwed-up-this-part-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-684270149552410270</id><published>2009-07-18T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:24:07.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I can't tell you how old my mummy is, so yeah. hahahahah! PICTURESSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SmH3DN-6-eI/AAAAAAAAAOA/pmOUiS4HeEo/s1600-h/P180709_23.57.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SmH3DN-6-eI/AAAAAAAAAOA/pmOUiS4HeEo/s200/P180709_23.57.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359836666212841954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SmH3CWwF8MI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HgIY1tpHScE/s1600-h/P180709_23.55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SmH3CWwF8MI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HgIY1tpHScE/s200/P180709_23.55.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359836651386695874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SmH3CA51GUI/AAAAAAAAANw/CeTUCTa6q3M/s1600-h/P180709_23.53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SmH3CA51GUI/AAAAAAAAANw/CeTUCTa6q3M/s200/P180709_23.53.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359836645521955138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-684270149552410270?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/684270149552410270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-mummy-3-alright-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/684270149552410270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/684270149552410270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-mummy-3-alright-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SmH3DN-6-eI/AAAAAAAAAOA/pmOUiS4HeEo/s72-c/P180709_23.57.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198492209441026854.post-1516096072518305333</id><published>2009-07-18T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:12:19.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think you have to choose friends that really click with you and not just any random person you see on the street. You have to get friends that really understands you, not a friend that jumps to conclusions at the slightest remark. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't be such a fake, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't find the Faith that I had in You just a few days ago. It's really hard since I'm going through such a hard time now and there's no one to talk to. I don't find myself that spiritually hungry as before, oh well, it's all the devil yeah? Save me, from him, please. Since You'll give me anything I want, give me the Faith I had in You just that few days ago, give me, also, the love you let me feel at that point of time in tomorrow's P&amp;W. You're a faithful God, I know. (: ILY, Daddy. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go, and let God. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not skilled to understand&lt;br /&gt;What God has willed, what God has planned&lt;br /&gt;I only know at His right hand&lt;br /&gt;Stands One who is my Savior&lt;br /&gt;I take Him at his word and deed&lt;br /&gt;Christ died to save me this I read&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart I find a need&lt;br /&gt;For Him to be my Savior&lt;br /&gt;That He would leave His place on high&lt;br /&gt;And come for sinful man to die&lt;br /&gt;You count it strange, but once did I&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew my Savior&lt;br /&gt;My Savior loves, my Savior lives&lt;br /&gt;My Savior's always there for me&lt;br /&gt;My God He was, my God He is&lt;br /&gt;My God He's always gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Yes, living, dying; let me bring&lt;br /&gt;My strength, my solace from this spring&lt;br /&gt;That He who lives to be my King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-1516096072518305333?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1516096072518305333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-you-have-to-choose-friends-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1516096072518305333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1516096072518305333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-you-have-to-choose-friends-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-1524828626854897988</id><published>2009-07-17T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T07:24:57.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It just feels different, talking to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-1524828626854897988?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1524828626854897988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-just-feels-different-talking-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1524828626854897988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1524828626854897988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-just-feels-different-talking-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-6343562422622231784</id><published>2009-07-17T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T07:11:45.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything's back to normal and well, I didn't miss you as much as I thought I would. I didn't even think of you, that's the good thing. (: Let's say this week was just a test period, I think I scored somewhat close to full marks. haha. Oh and, this post is just for me to know, and for you people out there to decipher. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, these few days was soooo boring! But super duper cool, can concentrate quite well in class. :D However, I didn't go to school on one day. ): Had a splitting headache in the morning and only went for the last two periods and the EL mock exam. heh! YESSS litong loves meee! :D HAHAHAHAHAHAH, go look at my facebook wall to see more. :D I'll shall end this here now. Oh yeah little sis, ALL THE BEST FOR DARE'S GOD TALENT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SmCGk6NNwUI/AAAAAAAAANo/1RUqfNWj82I/s1600-h/DSC00048(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SmCGk6NNwUI/AAAAAAAAANo/1RUqfNWj82I/s200/DSC00048(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359431525228986690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-6343562422622231784?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/6343562422622231784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/everythings-back-to-normal-and-well-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/6343562422622231784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/6343562422622231784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/everythings-back-to-normal-and-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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/_hozZ_cRaaq4/SmCGk6NNwUI/AAAAAAAAANo/1RUqfNWj82I/s72-c/DSC00048(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198492209441026854.post-7775111583268995120</id><published>2009-07-15T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:47:13.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RONGWEI! THANKS FOR EVERYTHING TODAYY! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, today was superrrr fun yet retarded okayy! :DD&lt;br /&gt;After school, not feeling well so went home to rest before going for Rongwei's birthday celebration at ehub! Slept for like 20mins, supposed to be 30mins one okay. Then SOMEONE gave me a wake up call too early. Tskkkk. Shan't elaborate on the other points and let's get down to the fun part. :D We played the arcade game push the sweets down to get soft toys that one. Rongwei ah, don't know how to spend money hor, used like 180 bucks to get two soft toys and a TRUCKLOAD OF SWEETS! omgggg, so cool yet retarded. And I was like practically sitting beside the collection of sweets part to constantly put it in the plastic bag! hahahaha. After that, went down to new york new york to have our dinner which costs like 250 bucks?! Rongwei paid EVERYTHING you know. He told us, "if you all pay a single cent, I'll beat you guys up!" HAHAHAHA. Soooo retarded, I know. But who cares, it's once in a year! (: After that, got tai ji at ehub 5th floor carpark, girls wanna fight went there to watch and now I'm in the sweet abyss of home. :D Here are the pictures! hahaha, don't get jealous okay, I took pictures like, with Rongwei's 600 bucks. :DDDD OH YEAHHH, I PLAYED BOWLING. AND GOT LIKE 5 STRIKES IN A GAME! :DDDD I OWN MANNNNNNN. Praise God. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Sl3r2cMQPAI/AAAAAAAAANg/UJFP4kKHJuI/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Sl3r2cMQPAI/AAAAAAAAANg/UJFP4kKHJuI/s200/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358698452153809922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Sl3r2PVIL-I/AAAAAAAAANY/vV16DVI2zVs/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Sl3r2PVIL-I/AAAAAAAAANY/vV16DVI2zVs/s200/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358698448701370338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Sl3r1rXaG8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZjFvfG9Vbpg/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Sl3r1rXaG8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZjFvfG9Vbpg/s200/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358698439047257026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Sl3r1JkNWTI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZVRDL4v6UWQ/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Sl3r1JkNWTI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZVRDL4v6UWQ/s200/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358698429974141234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Sl3r02IwaLI/AAAAAAAAANA/lryF_HCd3y4/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Sl3r02IwaLI/AAAAAAAAANA/lryF_HCd3y4/s200/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358698424758724786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-7775111583268995120?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/7775111583268995120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-rongwei-thanks-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/7775111583268995120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/7775111583268995120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-rongwei-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Sl3r2cMQPAI/AAAAAAAAANg/UJFP4kKHJuI/s72-c/DSC00178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198492209441026854.post-4624992155874102012</id><published>2009-07-13T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:33:18.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's only the first day and I miss you so so so much. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I don't feel like blogging now. bye bye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-4624992155874102012?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4624992155874102012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-only-first-day-and-i-miss-you-so-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4624992155874102012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4624992155874102012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-only-first-day-and-i-miss-you-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-4984161811700562116</id><published>2009-07-12T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:35:42.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayy, the desire to blog and computers and all are gone. (: I'm so proudd of Daddy man. Erm, let's start with yesterday, after the Israel talk went to meet as a level at koufu and then walked to MRT. Suddenly felt like having a family dinner so I called my mum and we managed to arrange one. :D Oh oh oh, during tea break, Joel-chebellyy thought me abit of parkour, SO FUNN! HAHAHA. Went for family dinner and played pool till 12am went home, had my bath and slept. Sorry for being so boring okay, no mood to blog but just want to post for fun. (: OKAYYY BACK TO THE SUBSTANCEE! Today's message by Pastor Mark was just sooo cute and awesome and totally spoke to me! :D And what I caught was the message was, JESUS LOVES ME AND ONLY ME! HARHARHAR. So once I'm in his love, nothing bad will befall me and everything will turn out for good. OH and, when Pastor Mark shared about how he treated his daughter when she got bad results, it was sooo touching, almost got me in tears okayy. And I caught this really cool revelation! Since Pastor Mark, just a normal worldly father, can treat his daughter with sooo much love, how much more our Daddy God in heaven?! His love for us is like SO MUCH CAN? I BET HIS LOVE FOR US IS MORE THAN A ZILLION TIMES THAN PASTOR MARK FOR HIS DAUGHTER OKAYYY. :DDDDD I almost freaking cried in the service laaa, Holy Spirit fault, keep hugging mee. hahaha.(I don't think you guys would understand but, Alvin would. ;D) I really think that people really shouldn't be that noisy in service with pillows. Don't you think it's a little disrespectful? Maybe not a little, someone's sharing something so important and really speaks to everyone and there you are playing. And about the sms to you, I think it's a bit too harsh so I'm sorry, don't take it to heart. (: But you guys were really noisy, really. Even at alter call. Try to change? :D Oh well, really felt sooo fake during these days. hahahaha.(only to herr) For the rest of my friends should be okay laa. (: And and and, Daddy totally transformed me in the previous week laaa! Now he's gonna change me again. :DD Bye bye alll! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm a new Amos, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;RENEWED&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/198492209441026854-4984161811700562116?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4984161811700562116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/okayy-desire-to-blog-and-computers-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4984161811700562116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4984161811700562116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/okayy-desire-to-blog-and-computers-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-1227320061771384859</id><published>2009-07-10T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:39:35.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-1227320061771384859?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/1227320061771384859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-so-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1227320061771384859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/1227320061771384859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-so-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-3930679904701978041</id><published>2009-07-10T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:43:50.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KIDNAP MY HEARTT, TAKE IT WITH YOUU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is stuck in my headdddd! hahahaha. Today was a super awesome day! :D Woke up like real early okayy. Actually not really la, 7am. :/ Okay, super no link. hahaha. Went to school and was super tired cos of the previous dayy. ): Slept during silent reading and then had enough energy to last me the whole day! yayyy! So F&amp;N of 3 periods was free 'cause teacher didn't come, SO HAPPY OKAYYY!! Listened to music and fell asleep, after that uh, something really amusing happened.. I dreamt that I spat on the ground and in real life right, I really spat okayyy! I spat on my pants la wah laoo, d-i-s-g-u-s-t-i-n-g! Okayy, after that I didn't dare to sleep alr. hahahahaa. Carried on the whole day and had an English test after school and when the English test ended ah, something happened outside school and there were 9 policemen, went to check it out. The whole area was cordoned off la, I thought someone committed suicide or something, really. Actually, it was just a wild monkey running around. -.- But very cute laa. hahaha. I stayed there for 3 hours just to watch the policemen catch the monkey but they gave up in the end. O.O lazy policemen, no criminal to catch then go find monkey. aiyoooo! After they gave up, the monkey came down from the 9th floor and went into my school! hahahaha, so cutee laaaaa. I WANT MONKEYYYYY! D: Alright, here are pictures of the useless policemen and the MONKEYYY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Slc2-zTcldI/AAAAAAAAAMA/C9TaOVYhw-w/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Slc2-zTcldI/AAAAAAAAAMA/C9TaOVYhw-w/s200/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356810734332057042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Slc3TowGxwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3AWytnqFLDM/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Slc3TowGxwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3AWytnqFLDM/s200/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356811092276725506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Slc3TRxDvkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/wBwquDzvsfc/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Slc3TC7X_pI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BfcYLD3Zqu0/s200/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356811082123443858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Slc3SshSRDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dw8BvbKn4gg/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Slc3SshSRDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dw8BvbKn4gg/s200/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356811076108436530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Slc3eatnhdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hKdppvYR--A/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Slc3eatnhdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hKdppvYR--A/s200/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356811277486753234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Slc3dzD1bTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EccbV3J0s38/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Slc3dzD1bTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EccbV3J0s38/s200/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356811266842520882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-3930679904701978041?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3930679904701978041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/kidnap-my-heartt-take-it-with-youu-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/3930679904701978041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/3930679904701978041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/kidnap-my-heartt-take-it-with-youu-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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/_hozZ_cRaaq4/Slc2-zTcldI/AAAAAAAAAMA/C9TaOVYhw-w/s72-c/DSC00164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198492209441026854.post-5089471160414273299</id><published>2009-07-09T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:25:53.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREW YOU DEVIL.</title><content type='html'>Today, I think it's the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WORST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day in my whole freaking life, and I know who's the culprit. The stupid DEVILLL. -.- Gave me a stupid dream that my dad passed away and made me cry like shit.(I REBUKE THAT IN JESUS NAME!) Made me soo tired for school, made my stupid teacher give remedial classes till 6pm la. wthhh la. HE ALSO INSTIGATED THE TEACHER TO NOT LET ME GO TOILET LOR. STUPID ONE LEHHH, I WAS SOOO QUIET IN CLASS AH, SHE LET TWO OTHER STUDENTS GO TOILET DON'T LET ME. STUPID MUSHROOOOMMMMM!! Stay in that stupid budget school for 11 hours, 10 hours of studying. I CANNOT ABSORB FOR GOODNESS SAKE. Still want to take my brother away from me, screw you la stupid devil. Make life difficult for me only, you think I'd be so easily taken down uh? I have Jesus, you can't do anything to me. Attacking me mentally isn't going to help you little creep. Since the devil can't touch me physically(with swine flu), he tried a shot at my mental state, which didn't help 'cause I know that Jesus loves me soo much and He protected me from the devil. :D Okayy, I'm really pissed and not pissed right now. But having the knowledge that God loves me every second of my life makes me feel better. :D DEVIL SCRAM OF YOU BITCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-5089471160414273299?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/5089471160414273299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/screw-you-devil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/5089471160414273299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/5089471160414273299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/screw-you-devil.html' title='SCREW YOU DEVIL.'/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-4123215599816211978</id><published>2009-07-08T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:25:09.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually, I just found out something reallyyy good! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't need girls now, it'll only make me look desperate.&lt;br /&gt;2. Putting God first in all things is the priority.&lt;br /&gt;3. Once I have done number 2, it'll only make more girls come after me. :D HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship at this point of time isn't for me, I really need to concentrate on my O's and I know once I get a girlfriend, it's gonna be so hectic for me. I can't juggle my time! hahaha. Thank God for opening my mindddddd, I LOVE YOUUUU DADDYYY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to coursework in school now. hahahahah. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-4123215599816211978?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/4123215599816211978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/actually-i-just-found-out-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4123215599816211978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/4123215599816211978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/actually-i-just-found-out-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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-198492209441026854.post-3103744357113017219</id><published>2009-07-07T03:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:37:30.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrightyyy! I'm back to blogging, I guess. I'm not creating this blog for anyone now alright, it's purely, MINE! :D I figured out that I should start blogging cause, there's alot of things I've been wanting to talk about but I can't seem to talk to anyone so I want to post them online. (: I guess I have been leaving God out uh, nevermind, I'll tell him stuff first before telling you guys! :p Okay, let's start this off with CREDITS! Thanks to little miss danielle meimei for helping me get the skin done and all, thanks HAMSTERRR for helping me with the nice nice nice chatbox and thank myself for the editing. :D Many things happened last time but that's the past and I'll leave it behind. (: Okay, today. School was super duper boring la, I slept throughout the whole day before recess and no teacher woke me up, SOOOO NICEEEE! :D After that had stupid lessons(WHERE I WAS THROWN OUT OF THE CLASS FOR LAUGHING. -.-) and an English test, after school, O LEVEL MOTHER TONGUE ORAL AHHH. I tell you ah, can die one okayy. I couldn't even read a single shit laa, omggggg. ._. Anyway, I met this person like, only recently. hahaa. I think she's such a blessing to mee! :D She's a really nice nice nice perosn! (: Okayy, yesterday went to play pool with alvinieee hamsterrr and gang. hahaha. then watched transformers! :D I LOVE MEGAN FOX, LICK ME BABY! LICK ME! HAHAHAHA. kidding. :p anyway, did really cool cool cool awesome awesome awesomest of tricks in pool!(check the videos on facebook either on hamster's profile or mine) Oh oh oh, who wants me to link just sms me or tell me on msn alrighttyy? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/198492209441026854-3103744357113017219?l=amosterrr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/feeds/3103744357113017219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/alrightyyy-im-back-to-blogging-i-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/3103744357113017219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/198492209441026854/posts/default/3103744357113017219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amosterrr.blogspot.com/2009/07/alrightyyy-im-back-to-blogging-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Amos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11886295711020917372</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>
